#and my love for late night drives remains. no better home than a car

[natriae]

Oh to make out with omi omi like it’s so messy and hot and surprisingly he love it too. Maybe one day u are having drinks and things get heated. OMGGG a roommate au fuckkkkk my mind goes burrrrrrrrrr

NO FRR needy omi makes me go brrrr

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITTING THIS SOONER

WARNINGS: 17+, BONER ALERT!!, drinking

Friday nights with your roomate weren't unusual. The two of you often going to the fanciest bars in Tokyo with the best views. You'll have to thank the Volleyball Association for his hefty paycheck. The two of you didn't get to see each other often between you pursuing your master's degree, Kiyoomi traveling and his tough practice schedules. The most interaction you guys have had in the pass month was passing him in the hallways. Him always being half dead and you... well you weren't in the best shape as well.

So you decided that the last friday of the month was Omi and Y/N time. While you wanted to spend this time showing him how greatful you are he took you in, omi had the idea of going to "better" establishments. By better he means 3 star michelin restaurants... the ones you can't afford.

Yes, it was nice to see that his name allowed the two of you to experience these beautiful places, but as of lately these seemed more like dates rather than two roommates catching up. Not that your opposed to a date with Omi. Have you seen his body? But he's seen you at your worse. Crying to him at the bar in Ongiri Miya about how your getting evicted from your apartment and how your behind on loan payments. He's seen you sick and begging for him to get you toilet paper. If anything he probably takes you to these places to be his wing woman.

One too many drinks later, and the two of your are stumbling out of the restaurant to his luxurious car. Kiyoomi was much better at hiding his drunkenness than you where. The street lamps were just dim enough to hide the pink dusting his cheeks.

All of your weight pressed into his side while he attempted to keep you upright. "Y/N you need to work with me," the taller man grunts before decides to lift you up over his shoulder. "we need to go home," he breaths into the chill night air.

"whoa, big boy take me on a date first," you giggle into his back. Hitting one of his butt cheeks with the palm of your hand.

You're flipped back upright once you reach his car. He opens the back door and tosses you in. It takes a moment for your brain to register that he got in next to you. "why aren't you driving?" you question, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I'm drunk...gonna wait till I sober up a bit," he states closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Always so responsible. "Also we live together, and that was a date, so I wouldn't be in the wrong," he says sternly looking down at you.

Popping your head up you look at him with furrowed brows. "what do you mean that was a date?"

"Was it not?" He questions, more so to himself than to you. While Kiyoomi is lost in his own thoughts yours run wilding thinking of all the times the two of you have gone out like this. He never said any of these were dates...

You watch as Kiyoomi's adam's apple bobs in his throat. If his face wasn't flushed enough it's clear now. His ears bright red as he stutters out his next words. "d-did you not want this to be a date?"

Did he really think these were all dates? You attempt to look at him in the eyes, yet his fail to meet yours. His head remains looking at the window leaving you with only the view of his red ear. Memories flood your mind in attempt to find the word date leave his mouth during any of your plans. Yet all you can remember are the times Kiyoomi was left stressed he wouldn't have time to shower and change, how he spent an abnormally long time on his hair, or how he always would sneak his card to the waiter so he paid for your meal.

"Hey, look at me," you whisper, lightly moving his chin to face you. His pupils widen over his already dark eyes making them look like perfect tapioca pearls. "we're these all dates?" did you want these to all be dates? Kiyoomi nods his head slowly, and you drop your hand from his face. Unwanted touch was not the man's specialty, yet his hand drops to yours. Placing it back on his cheek, as he looks into your eyes.

"I didn't know how to ask you, and I definitely drank to much tonight," his face flushes more as he rubs your hand softly. "Miya told me to ask you tonight, but i was.."

"Kiyoomi you can say you were nervous," you whisper in the dark car inches from his face.

"never," he smirks. That's something you can tease him about tomorrow. You want nothing more then to kiss the stupidly handsome man. "didn't think you'd like me.. you know with my habits," he states barely loud enough to hear.

"how can I not, at least i know you don't have shit stains," you giggle, leaning closer, noses almost touching. He giggles with you, a sound you don't get to hear often. The deep breath he takes is almost enough of a distraction for you to miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips.

"Kiyoomi"

"huh" he responds on autopilot.

"do you wanna kiss me?" you ask, eyes widening like that of a doe.

"may I?" the gentleman in him asks. Not even a second later your leaning completely into him. Leaving a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes remain shut after you seperate. Your nose still touching his, a small smile escapes as you lean in to kiss him longer. His hand comes to rest on your neck to push you futher into him. You may have broken Kiyoomi.

He bites your lower lip as his hand leaves your neck to wrap around your body while his other hand grabs your thigh to help situate you on his lap. Both of your hands hold his face as you deepen the kiss. You can't help, but strattle him while your tongues explore each others mouths. It's mess and sloppy as saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. His large palms move under your dress to kneed your ass. Your not even sure this is your Kiyoomi with the way his hand slaps, strach that, spikes your ass. Kneading the flesh before repeating the action. Your left unbuttoning his shirt as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. His hands go to waist to push your heat to his hard on.

They were right, it's always the quiet ones.

Your hands tangle in his hair as your left grinding onto him. At this point your dress is bunched up around your waist, allowing Kiyoomi's hands to play with the string of your thong.

Kiyoomi's deep breaths lead you on as you kiss down his neck. "y/n, y/n, not here," he breathlessly rasps. He hears your whine as you grind a little harder into him. He laughs before bringing your face to look at him. His hairs a mess, shirt halfway unbottoned, and his breathless. What god do you have to thank for this sight.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #hq headcanons #hq imagines #hq smut #hq #sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff

[navstuffs]

The Visitor

Pairing: Incubus!Leon Kennedy x GNSupernaturalHunter!Reader

Summary: Your mom always told you to find allies between your enemies - but your incubus consultant, Leon Kennedy, wants to be more than that.

Warning tags: SMUT with gn!reader so MINORS DNI,frenemies to lovers, sexual tension, masturbation, oral sex, penetration, excessive cum (its my headcanon for incubus so), jealousy sex (sorta)

Author's tags: we are the end of my halloween challenge! thank you so much for everyone who supported me. i am so freaking proud and happy with myself that i finally got to finish ONE thing that i commited! last one has to be smut. happy halloween!! enjoy your reading!

my halloween's masterlist

Rain starts as you drive to your home. It has been one heck of a night. The streets are empty as they should be at 2 a.m., but your senses are on high alert. You blame your genetics: coming from a legendary lineage of supernatural hunters, you were expected to become one from your early age, liking or not. It was in your blood. The problem? To be able to sniff other supernatural beings with that same skill prompts your social and love life to be awkward sometimes.

Take tonight as an example: first date with a nice fellow you met on a dating app. When you arrived, your sixth sense instantly picked a creature nearby; you shouldn't be surprised, but obviously, it came from your date. The man, a recently transformed werewolf, ended up reacting to your dangerous smell. And what was supposed to be an excellent night with you fucking your brains out ended up with an awkward goodbye, together with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

As you park your car in front of your house, you rest your head on your wheel. It had been like this for a while: you met a nice person until you found out they were friends with a vampire or a family member who was a banshee. Your romantic life was nonexistent, which your mom would approve of: "We must remain sharp. No time for this romance bs." Says the woman who almost ran away with a vampire as a teenager.

You are so focused on your thoughts you don't pick up the familiar sensation stinging in your chest as you should. You had been around him so long that your body had started not to react in alert when you were near him. It's almost as if you are getting comfortable.

You exit your car, covering your eyes against the rain, which is getting stronger. You notice the familiar figure sitting on the steps of your porch. He has his hood on, his face partially obscured by the darkness, but you would know him from anywhere: Leon Kennedy. The incubus, you sometimes have the displeasure to work with him. You sigh, wondering what he was doing there so late.

As you approach the entrance, Leon raises his head, and you are met with a pair of enchanted blue eyes. You can feel your stomach twist in a way you are used to by now. It is not technically his fault: Leon needs to have this effect on people if he wants to feed. His eyes start from your head to your well-dressed figure, then your legs, and return to your face. You decide to ignore that and the way your body has warmed up.

"What is it? This better be important." You scoff, and Leon finally gets up, opening a small smile.

"Am I not always important?" Leon chuckles, crossing his arms, a smug smile on his lips. Attractive bastard, you think.

"Yeah, sure, sure. What is it, Kennedy?"

"And where did you come from? A date?"

"Kennedy, I really don't have time for that." You answer, impatient. Your body is telling you to get away from the "monster," and you have to trust your instincts. You search for your house key, walking past Leon and ignoring how inviting he looks tonight.

"Werewolf this time? At least it wasn't a ghoul like last time," Leon teases you, walking up behind you. You look back at him, furious, after opening the door of your house, and Leon raises his arms in a sign of defeat. "I am kidding."

"No, you are wasting my time. Goodnight, Kennedy." As you try to close the door on his face, Leon stops it. You look at him like he has gone crazy, caught off guard by the look you are met back: hungry as a hunter staring at his defenseless prey. 

The rational part of you wants to tell Leon to fuck off and close the door on his face. Advising you to remain unaffected if Leon is trying to seduce you now. But you are so tired tonight that you let the irrational one speak. The one that is needy for some sort of human contact tonight. Even if it's from a freaking demon, who pisses the crap out of you.

And to not help, the next time Leon speaks is in a much more vulnerable tone.

"Can I come in?"

Your mom's biggest piece of advice? That you should always find allies between your enemies. They were always traitor among their kind. You and Leon met by accident three years ago. Like most sex demons, he would prey on his victims in places with a strong sexual desire, like strip clubs, bars, or regular clubs.

You were there trying to find another sex demon who was killing his victims after sex, instead finding yourself in the middle of a fight between two very hungry incubus. You should have had an easy time, but a bigger fight started amongst the humans present as well. It was a mess.

Leon helped you, to your surprise. You realized he was an incubus as soon as he grabbed your hand to get you out of the middle of the mess. Your body reacted as it should to his presence: you pulled your hand away, disgusted, but simultaneously, you were affected (and you knew it). Usually, you shouldn't remain unaffected by their extreme sexual energy (they were created for that), but with Leon, it was different. You didn't know why. Leon offered to help find this killer incubus, which proved to be an easier task with him at your side.

And now you could consider him your partner. A very annoying, sexy, good-looking sex demon partner who always looked at your body with interest when he thought you weren't looking.

Like right now. You ignore again your rational part as you bend over to find a bottle of water by the fridge. If Leon's eyes are on your ass or not, you don't really care. It is your fault for letting him inside your house anyway.

"Again, what do you need, Kennedy?" You ask as you close the fridge door with a bump. Leon is resting against the kitchen counter, the hood down. His dirty blonde hair is by his shoulders now, much longer than you first met.

"Decided to go for a bike ride late at night. Couldn't sleep."

"Oh? And you are telling me that because? Are we friends or something?" Leon ignores the irony in your voice, a small smile on his lips. You wait. 

"No, we are not."

"Good, because-"

"I don't want to be your friend, anyway." Leon declares a somber tone in his voice. It's that same feeling you have had many times near Leon: he is trying to take down your defense walls, one by one. Wanting for you to feel anything other than danger.

"I see. The feeling is mutual." You whisper back, clearly affected this time. Leon starts approaching you slowly. When he stops before you, your back against the cold fridge. There is nowhere to run from his blue eyes. You can't move or don't want to move.

"What do you truly want?" You murmur again, afraid of the answer. Leon places each arm to your sides, caging your body with his. You have never felt so scared before, but not in the wrong way. Never felt so small. So powerless. Passing control to someone else shouldn't feel so easy. 

"What do you think I want?" He tilts his head to one side, tempting you to answer. You bite your lips, wanting to close your eyes but keeping them locked on his. You can still pull him away, your rational part suggests. Pull him away and never see Leon Kennedy again. But do you truly want that?

"This is a trick." You place your hands on Leon's chest. Either stopping or grabbing it, you don't know. You close your eyes, shaking your head, refusing to see, to feel what is right in front of you: Leon Kennedy wants you. 

You were doomed from the start as soon as you let him in. Not here, not today, but from the club. From accepting his hand, reaching out to you.

You know that getting too close to the sun could eventually burn. You have known since the first meeting that allowing Leon Kennedy into your life would be trouble. The wet dreams about him, the fact you would get jealous every time he went out for "a meal." You tried to deny for a long time, ignore, and kill those feelings that only grew stronger. Because who would be stupid enough to fall in love with an incubus?

"Open your eyes." Leon's smooth voice commands, and you still fight again, your body urging you to obey him. Tired of resisting, you open to find him just inches away from your face, his lips close enough so you can finally kiss them. "I can give you what you want. You wouldn't have to go scoping around searching for it. I can leave you breathless. I can give you all the pleasure you deserve and much more."

Leon's voice sounds like butter. This is it: you are into the incubus enchantment. You are melting inside, your hands now grabbing his hoodie. 

What actually breaks you is that Leon seems to be asking for your permission. Deep down, Leon could seduce you, could make you kneel and beg for him. Instead, the silent please in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, his hand trembling against your cheek. You close your hands around his hoodie, bringing his lips into yours. It surprises you how ferocious you are kissing him, surprises you how you moan into the kiss.

Finally, your body aches relieved. Finally.

The feeling is mutual to Leon. What he never has told you is that since he met you, he knew he had to have you: he didn't know what it was about you. He had never heard of anyone of his kind falling in love (they are supposed to be the embodiment of sexual desire, anyway). The time bonding together (for more, you tried to not call that), fighting other creatures, and saving each other's asses made Leon just desire you even more. And for some strange reason, you seemed to reciprocate his feelings, too stubborn to admit. 

His feelings for you made him stop feeding as much, as Leon didn't find much fun and interest in other people. Everything tasted bland and boring compared to you. It didn't help with the dreams, the horny thoughts about you getting worse and worse. Usually, jerking off would be like a small snack for Leon, but thinking about you never left him completely satisfied. He needed to have you.

And tonight, especially tonight, after another sleepless night and having another dream about you sucking him off, Leon decided to, as numerous past nights, bike around town to cool off. He would need to get home and maybe jerk off again, imagining you squirming under him, begging for him to move when he noticed your smell. His attention turned into jealousy when he saw you hugging a werewolf who clearly had sexual intentions towards you.

After seeing this, Leon turned his motorcycle around with one destination: your house. He needed to try. He needed to show you what he felt for you. And if you sent him away, well, at least he would have tried.

Your bodies are entirely in sync. You are surprised to notice Leon knows precisely where and how you desire to be touched and how you like to be kissed. You "blame" the incubus side: he is supposed to seduce you, so you give him what you want.

You fall back into your mattress, and Leon pulls away from you momentarily. You are only in your underwear, bare chest, a complete mess with your lips swollen with the kisses. Your body is vibrating for him: Leon needs to admire that. Or else he would never believe his dreams turned into reality.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers with reverence, taking his hoodie off. You are surprised to see him with no shirt on. Leon pulls his pants down, and you gulp, watching his cock spring free.

"No underwear?" You wonder, your eyes locked into his hard-on. Were all incubus supposed to be this thick and big? 

"Easier that way," Leon answers, shrugging his shoulder. He kisses you again, and his hands take off the last piece of your underwear. He doesn't even know where to touch you first: your hard nipples or your sex? He is eager and somehow nervous. Leon is probably the first case of a nervous incubus in history.

"Leon?" You call his name, confused. He raises his head to meet your eyes, an emotional expression on his face. It is the first time you have called him by his name.

Leon starts paying attention to your nipples. He watches for your reaction, twisting and pinching the way that makes you moan more. You are clay under his hands; if Leon told you to run around naked, you would. At this moment time, you are no one else except his. 

"Spread your legs for me."

You obey his command, feeling his hard-on against your thigh. His hands go down your belly to your sex, more wet than usual. Leon smiles, rubbing you with a fingertip to get a taste of your juice. He chuckles as you tremble, your face embarrassed. 

"I have never been so wet like this," You confess.

"You never heard? Incubus charm can do that. Especially if the other one desires us back, really, really bad." You ignore the way he probably would have said meal. You can feel his breath between your tights, and your hands go into his shoulders to warn him.

"I won't last long if you do this."

"Exactly my point."

By the first touch of Leon's tongue on your needy sex, you can feel close to the orgasm. Your body is so warm, and one of your hands grabs his golden locks, keeping his head there. That only seems to thrill Leon more: He explores with his tongue up and down your sex, and you can't hold back your moans, your other hand grabbing the sheets under you. Leon hums, satisfied as he continues to savor you. 

It doesn't take long for you to cum in Leon's mouth. There is a sound of approval coming from his chest as your entire body shakes under him, your eyes rolling. It had never been this strong with your past partners, you had never come this fast. You would never tell Leon that. You need a moment to relax as Leon raises his head, licking his lips.

"Delicious. Even better, what I imagined." You try to not look embarrassed as he compliments you, the warm feeling in your chest happy to hear that.

"Leon?" You call him worried.

You finally realize his eyes remain the same blue eye color. You might not know a lot about incubus sex, but one thing you know is that their eyes turn a different color when they are feeding. You had heard about red, deep red, orange, orange red-ish. 

"You okay? Need more moments?"

"Why didn't you feed?" The worried tone of your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him. Leon smiles, attempting to ease your worries.

"I didn't ask for your consent. Didn't think it would be fair."

"You don't ask for consent for the others." You argue, the tone of jealousy making him chuckle. Leon lays on top of you, his arms caging you again.

"You are not like the others. You are special." Before the weight of his confession would make you run away scared, screaming for your life. Now, it makes you lock your legs around his hips, purring content.

"I am sure you say that to all others."

"No, I don't." His tone is serious. Leon starts to rub against your still-sensitive sex. He lowers down to kiss you, slowly and this time more patiently. You can taste yourself in Leon's mouth, making you wonder what Leon's taste is. When you break away, you confess in a hushed whisper you want him to feed. 

You want him satisfied with you. Only you.

When Leon penetrates you slowly, to not hurt you, for more wet that your entrance is with his magic, you watch fascinated his eyes turn into a weak red. He probably had been hungry for a long time, and something inside of you told Leon that he would need much more to be fed entirely. Leon pushes all his dick inside of you, giving both a moment to calm yourself. You feel delicious wrapped around him like that: tight and warm. There would be really no one else for him after this.

"You can move now." You whisper, rubbing his face. His first thrust is gentle but still drags a sob out of you. How come Leon has found your pleasure spot so quick? It had to be luck.

Your body had never been in such sync with someone else like that before: Leon knew precisely how to move his hips, how exactly would you make you moan the loudest. It doesn't take long for you to cum again, his thrusts still gentle, hitting that specific pleasure spot you love so much repeatedly. After you cum, Leon stops, worried you might say this is over, but you lift yourself from the bed with one hand, the other holding Leon's neck so he can look at you. You demand more from him, harder, faster. That makes you scream. That the whole town knows who you belong from now.

Your consent is probably what drives him over the edge. Leon doesn't stop now, and if it wasn't for his arm holding around your shoulder to keep you in the bed, you would have fallen out with the strength of his thrusts. You sound incoherent by now, pleading for something, someone, watching Leon's eyes flicker into a stronger red. His eyes never entirely leave your face, his hips hitting against yours with a supernatural strength. You thank mentally for your genetics, or else Leon could have actually hurt you. 

You both are close now, you to your third orgasm, Leon on his first one after weeks. Or months. He remembers how many times he has fapped to this vision before, your eyes rolling with your mouth parted as you begged him to not stop, to fuck you insane, never enough to completely satisfy him. But tonight, Leon is giving you all that he has gotten.

When you both come at the same time, your back arches against the bed, and your vision goes white. You scream, your body trembling under Leon's arm, holding onto his shoulders as if you are drowning in the water. Leon is your anchor now, keeping you remotely sane.

As Leon fills you up with a strangled moan of your name, Leon feels his starvation to subdue. He is still hungry as he always would be for you, but this time he is sated. Different from all the other times he had feed: different from the simple fucks he had when he was hungry. As the closest thing from an incubus could feel from love.

It takes you a few minutes to come back to reality. You blink, Leon at your side this time, his arm around you and his head resting against your shoulder. He has his eyes closed, but he isn't sleeping. 

"You okay?" He asks, finally opening his eyes. They are back to their normal blue eyes, even looking more vivid. 

"Yeah, I guess?" You can feel his cum in your tights leaking from your entrance. "What have you done to me?"

"I told you I would have given you what you deserved." Leon chuckles, and you hit in the arm lightly. Convinced bastard. 

You sit down, wincing at the soreness in the middle of your legs. You wonder if you were entirely human if you could walk the following day. There is a small puddle of white cum in the bed, and you look at him, surprised. 

"Didn't know you guys could make this much mess…"

"Only when we are entirely satisfied." 

Leon lays on his back, arms lifted with his head resting against his hands, a satisfied smile on his lips like he just had the biggest meal of his entire life. And he did: you look a mess, and Leon loves being the reason for that.

"So, do you have to leave now or…?"

"Not if you don't want me," Leon answers softly. 

"I don't." You confess, and Leon smiles, happy. The confused feelings in your thoughts and heart could stay for tomorrow. Now, you need a shower and change your sheets. Then cuddle with the man next to you.

"Do you guys cuddle?" You ask, sounding like an idiot, and Leon giggles again. 

"I think we can. You will be my first one anyway."

First one? Before you can ask what that means, Leon gets up from the bed. You watch as the light of the night illuminates his body, marked with your love. He raises his hand.

"I can see you are overthinking. Let's worry about tomorrow when tomorrow arrives, okay?"

You nod. Sounds like the perfect plan. 

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[callme-darling]

What if we give Vincent some angst, breaking up with him because all he does is work :((

sometimes, love isn’t enough

word count: 680

warnings: fem reader, angst (i LOVE angst hehe)

if there’s one thing you understood before getting serious with vincent, it was that his work hours and workload would require a significant amount of his time and attention. you understood that, and you rolled with it. for awhile, at least.

it wasn’t so bad in the beginning. sure, he’d be a little late coming home sometimes, the dinner you prepared having gone cold sitting on the stove. but dinner could be reheated, and he was always present when talking to you, so you let that slide.

but when the late nights in the office began to bleed into reservations planned out months ahead, you couldn’t deny the hurt. or his growing nonchalance to missing milestones; that was when the attitude you had managed to keep began to falter.

you stopped asking him when he expected to be home, knowing that whatever answer he gave you would likely run at least two hours later. for nearly a week you even stopped talking to him, just to see if he’d notice. he didn’t.

thus, your decision was made. you packed all of your clothes and most of your smaller possessions while he was at work. no rush, you’d joke to yourself, there’s plenty of time to leave someone who never felt your absence in the first place. despite your reservations on leaving, it still tasted bitter. your bottom lip quivered as you gingerly tucked the final picture frames in your suitcase.

most of your bags had already been packed in your car, and you were exhausted by the time you got the last one slotted into the backseat. it was dusk and you knew you had a long drive to your friends house.

a handwritten letter sat on the dining table, drafted as a final farewell and touch of love you weren’t sure would even be felt.

‘vincent,

forgive me, but this seemed better. i’d rather have you remember me as the coward who wrote my fears rather than how i ruined everything by saying them out loud.

i love you, i do. but i’m afraid i’ve made that love too important. because you’re going to leave me. we can’t deny it, you’re always going to leave. i could feel it already. i’ve never felt more alone than in a room with you. i’m afraid i’ll love you forever and we will never be in the same room again. i know you look at me, but do you still see me?

i think we both deserve a soft epilogue. no screaming, no tears, no chance for a hurtful exchange. so i’ll finish this with a simple goodbye. that would be better than saying something dangerous, like i love you.

y/n’

a few hours later, when you’re already halfway to the coast of bordeaux where your friend is waiting for you, your phone dings in the cupholder. ‘where are you?’ a few minutes pass before a picture of vincent’s smiling face illuminates the small screen as it vibrates. you let it ring until the screens goes black. a moment later a stream of messages chime. ‘please answer darling’ ‘where are you going?’ ‘answer the phone, please y/n’. then another call attempt. you ignore that one too.

your eyes began to sting as your throat constricts. you didn’t want to leave, let alone leave like this, but you knew yourself too well. if you had stayed, waited for him to come home, you knew you’d stay for good. at least, until it got bad again. and thus, by running away like some coward, you’re escaping a fatal cycle, you convinced yourself over and over again. it was the right move, he’ll move on soon enough, and i will too, the voice in your head reminded you.

what hurt the most, you supposed, was not the fact that you were unloved. vincent loved you, you were certain of that. but it still wasn’t enough. that is where your pain lives.

and for the remaining two hour drive to bordeaux, you wept quietly to yourself, knowing vincent was doing the same in the home you once shared.

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . #❀₊˚✧ thots . #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent

[lunarw0rks]

I’m a bit hooked on the 141 guys as fathers.Can you write what the boys would be like if they tracked their daughter's location and found out she was in a random parking lot?

synopsis: it's thirty-past-ten; she's late.

maybe it's traffic, or maybe it's a late bus. then, why the hell is she in a parking lot?

PRICE

they were supposed to watch a movie together when she got home, so at first, he felt disappointed.

not upset with her, but the circumstances. checking his watch, price knew two things; she was late, and if she showed up now, he'd be too exhausted to finish a two-hour film.

but after checking the tracker, all fatigue practically left his body. he expected to find her sitting in traffic but instead spotted her in a shady lot on the mini-map.

drove over there, eyes constantly flickering over at the screen as he traveled with purpose.

anger wasn't what he felt yet, despite how stern he could be at times. what if something was wrong? who was she with? what if she was taken, and it was only her phone left in the car?

his years of captures and hostages and loss were truly infecting his mind, but it wasn't an outrageous fear to have concerning a teen daughter.

point-blank, she shouldn't be out here at night. and if he had it his way — not out at all past eight. but she was growing up, capable of free will, and price could never deny her that.

as he drove, he left her voicemails, urging her to call him back. though he wanted to scream, his voice remained an eerie calm. "call me, sweetheart. 'm on my way to you now. please."

SIMON

the quickest acting of all of them, and definitely the most enraged.

his mind is already in the worst of places when she's out — so having a genuine reason to be worried; he's losing his mind.

without texting or calling her, he's speeding down the road before he knows it, already having the location memorized from his short glance.

simon pulls into the lot and spots her. no, them. a small group of teens huddled under a streetlight.

"goddammit." he hisses under his breath, torn between relief and paternal fury. some of them scatter at the sight of a dark vehicle, thinking it's the police, others look up with curiosity. his daughter only sighs, recognizing the car.

he walks with purpose, fists clenched at his sides. "all of you, go home." it's a simple order, and the rest of them are too intimidated to argue.

grabs his daughter's bag and walks back to the car, hearing her follow him without bickering.

she knows better than that, at least.

before he opens the passenger door for her, he looms over her, "are you outta your mind? you were supposed to be home an hour ago. just get in the bloody car, kid."

simon never yelled at her; the sternness was enough.

SOAP

completely livid, purely because it wasn't her he didn't trust — it was the world she lived in.

it's no secret, soap can be a bit of a hothead. especially involving those he loves. with children, it's a whole other level.

similar to simon, he drove there as quickly as the law would allow — and then some. his tires screeched when he pulled in, finding her sitting in her car.

assessing the situation, he found nothing abnormal or dangerous, and that pissed him off.

startling her, he knocked on the window, "open the door, missy. 'm in no mood for games." she does, hesitantly, because his daughter knows that she's in the wrong.

there was no real reason to be skipping out on her father, other than a streak of teenage edginess. and unfortunately for johnny, he had a bout of that himself.

she fumbles her way through an explanation but does little to ease soap's distress. anything could have been wrong, let alone the fact that she was sitting alone in a parking lot. "tell you wha' — you can follow me home. probably yer last time driving for a while."

he preached independence for his kids yet loathed not having them in his sight all hours of the day.

GAZ

wasn't in a perfect spot with his daughter when it happened.

it wasn't a complete shock to find her skipping out on him, especially after all the bickering.

the arguments weren't serious — until they were.

gaz is a stricter parent than he appears, especially with his daughters and especially as they get older.

luckily, the lot is within walking distance of their home, so he wasn't completely distraught.

finds her on the ground against the building, knees to her chest and sulking over the spat.

kyle is very blunt when he approaches her. "we can do this here all night, or we can argue at home. tell me your answer now so i don't waste my time."

"sure, dad, that's what i need; to be micro-managed some more." his daughter huffs, rising to her feet. she surely got his attitude. it was like arguing with a mirror, and he loved/hated it.

his eyes roll, and he isn't in any mood to actually argue with her, let alone in the middle of a dim lot. "i'd rather you hate my guts safe in your room. now let's go."

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༉‧₊˚. divider cred. - cafekitsune ⊹。

#rachel speaks #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #141 headcanons #141 hcs #cod headcanons #cod hcs #mw2 hcs #mw2 headcanons #task force 141 x reader #141 task force #tf 141 #mw2 fanfic

[lacontroller1991]

Next Door Neighbor (Edward Teller x F!Reader)

Main Master List || MISC Master List

Requested by @mariedork : I don't know if you're still writing for the fandom/taking requests, but I'd love to request something about Teller and fem. reader. maybe something like reader is helping Teller with research at Los Alamos (I know the real teller was married but oh well) you're both into each other but trying to be professional, maybe use the prompt "we're in public you know"

Summary: You and Teller often butt heads until one night the tensions tip over and feelings are revealed.

Author's Note: This is clearly based on Benny Safdie as Edward Teller from the movie. If you do not like, do not read. Also sorry if I butched the Hungarian. I do not speak it and I tried my best with the translator.

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v, penile penetration, enemies to lovers, language, orgasm, female anatomy, male anatomy, slight misogynistic tone

Word Count: 4.2k

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The car ride is long and boring. Even the cheerful music from the radio couldn’t lift your spirits, not when you are being more or less shipped away to Los Alamos from your home in Berkeley. You suppose you should be grateful for the opportunity to work in close proximity to some of the greatest scientific minds of your time, but you would prefer it if you could stay in Berkeley and work under your doctoral advisor. 

Seeming to sense your remaining frustration, Ernest Lawrence looks over to you, closing the folder in his hands and setting it in his lap. “You know, the more you frown, the more you’re going to get wrinkles,” he chuckles, poking your cheek causing you to frown even more.

“I still don’t know why you picked me over Lomanitz. Wouldn’t he be better at this?”

“Nah, I trust you more. Besides, you have better political ties than he does. You won’t be an issue.” He turns back to his dossier as you huff, looking out the window and watching as the brown landscape passes by.

After hours of driving, the car slowly comes to a stop, jostling you awake. Lawrence is the first to get out, moving towards his friend. Picking up your stuff, you manage to stumble out of the car, your legs miserably sore from the constant sitting. 

“Physics side New Mexico, huh? My God, what a trek.” Lawrence smiles as he shakes Oppenheimer’s hand.

“That’s why you need a liaison,” Oppenheimer replies while Ernest tilts his head toward you.

“I’m appointing (Y/L/N).” Oppenheimer looks at you and smiles softly before gesturing to the driver to get your bags. 

“You’re going to be okay.” You nod your head as Oppenheimer tilts his head. “Come now, we have much to discuss.” You and Lawrence follow Oppenheimer inside the building and you can’t deny how impressed you are at all of the different things going on inside. You watch in silence as Lawrence greets General Groves while Oppenheimer throws a couple of marbles into a glass bowl, causing the crowd to clap. Looking around the room, you note some familiar faces. Richard Feynman, who you’ve run into a couple of times. Of course Robert Serber, whom you’ve worked with and surprisingly Edward Teller, though you doubt he notices you. You remember bumping into him on a day that he was visiting Berkeley and then him immediately (and assumingly) exclaiming curse words in Hungarian before noticing you and shutting up. Gulping, you set down your jacket on a chair and hang in the back, out of site and out of mind.

“Well, here’s where you’ll be staying. I know it’s not much, but it does the job. Don’t mind your neighbor. We’ve gotten several complaints about him playing the piano late at night, so if it does disrupt your sleep, just let us know, we’ll figure something out,” the usher comments as you look around the bland room turning back to look at Lawrence in annoyance and even the ever so optimistic Lawrence looks like he shares some of your pity. The usher quickly leaves you and Lawrence alone.

“You owe me Ernest.”

“I promise. But you’re going to be fine. You have Oppie. He’ll help you!” Lawrence pats you on the back with a smile before looking around the barren room. “I think you can definitely spruce it up.” His comment isn’t appreciated and he can tell. Frowning, he slowly backs out of the room. “Well, do good. Don’t mess up and don’t make me look bad. Good luck.” He darts out of the room before you have the chance to say anything else. Dropping your bags, you let out a huff of annoyment. 

“Just be thankful. Just be thankful.”

—-------

The days go by faster than you initially thought. Work is hard, sure, but working with several of the smartest minds helps the work go by quickly. The nights, on the other hand, are a completely different story. Since the night you got there, you’ve been tossing and turning in your bed, slowly drifting to sleep only to be woken by the slamming of a piano. Each night this happens, and each night you only get a few hours of sleep. 

The piano slams again, causing you to let out a loud sigh of discontent. Throwing back your blanket, you swing your legs out of the bed and put on your robe, intending to give your neighbor a piece of your mind.

Walking out into the cold desert night, you stomp over to the house and knock sharply against the door, hearing the piano stop and chair scraping against wood, you tap your foot against the patio and wait for your neighbor to answer the door. What you don’t expect, however, is to see Edward Teller on the other side; and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting to see you too.

“What do you want?”

“I want to sleep, but your piano playing is preventing me from getting any,” you comment, your arms wrapped around your body as he raises an eyebrow in amusement. 

“And that’s bothering you? Tünj el!” You can tell that he is annoyed by your comment, but you frankly don’t care.

“No. It’s the slamming the keyboard that is annoying me. It’s not hard playing Bartók.” You can see his eyes widen at the mention of the composer, almost as if asking ‘you actually know him?’. “And for the record. I do know him.” Teller stiffens, looking more intimidating by the second.

“Alright, if you know so much about Bartók, why don’t you play.” His Hungarian accent is thicker than it was a few seconds ago. Not being one to back down from a challenge, you brush past him into his house and sit down at the piano, aware of the holes that Teller was drilling into your head. Reading the sheet music, you let out a little scoff as you turn back to him.

“What about this is confusing you?” Silence. “Well?”

“Just play.” Shrugging your shoulders, you turn back to the piano and place your hands on the keys. As if it was instinctual, your fingers dance across the ivory keys, playing note for note Allegro Barbaro while Teller watches on in amazement, though he will never admit that. Finishing the piece, you sit at the piano for a few seconds before turning around to face the physicist. 

“Satisfied?”

“Are you like this with your studies?”

“Naturally.”

“No wonder why they call you Lawrence’s protégé.” The comment causes you to blush. Of course you and Lawrence work closely together, and you guess you could say you’re one of his best students, but that doesn’t mean you’re a protégé. Nodding your head, you quickly stand up and fix your robe.

“Right. Well. Now that you know how to play it, please don’t slam the keyboard. It wears the piano down.” Teller furrows his brows and tilts his head, taking a step closer to you. Maybe it’s lack of sleep, or maybe it’s loneliness, but you feel a pull towards him and you don’t know what to make of it. He takes another step closer until you can feel his breath on your face and it causes your heart to race. “Well, I- I should probably get going,” you stutter out, dipping away from his body and rushing out the door, unaware of the way his eyes follow.

—-------

After finally being able to get some sleep, you wake up in the morning refreshed. By the time you get to your lab it is already bustling with personnel. If you thought that the Rad Lab in Berkeley was always busy, it really doesn’t compare to this.

“Ah, there you are,” you jump in surprise and turn around to Oppenheimer, hands clasped behind his back. “Lawrence called last night and asked me to pass along these measurements,” he hands you a piece of paper with writing on it. Clutching it in your hands, you nod in thanks, turning to leave but his hand reaches for your wrist. “Wait.” 

“Yes Dr. Oppenheimer?” He lets go of your wrist and leans back on his heels, rocking back and forth.

“How are you finding it here? I haven’t seen much of you around and Lawrence asked me to keep an eye out for you.” Smiling softly, you turn your body towards the physicist. 

“It’s alright. Nothing like Berkeley. I have finally been able to get some sleep.”

Nodding his head in response, he lights a cigarette and huffs it a couple of times before offering it to you, which you decline. “Good, well, keep up the good work.” He doesn’t say much else before skirting away. Shrugging your shoulders, you look down at the piece of paper, trying to make out what Oppie wrote before getting to work.

—-------

The sun has well past set in the sky by the time you gather your things. You suppose one of the good things about working here is that you can make your own hours versus the 22 hour days Lawrence would occasionally have you pulling. Shutting off the lights, you walk down the hall, noting that most of the staff has left by now, except for a room emitting a soft glow. 

Peering your head into the room, you see Teller standing at a board, chalk scribbles scattered across and his suspenders down with his shirt untucked. Assuming the lack of assembly in his dress, he’s probably not having much luck with his work. Setting your coat and bag on a chair, you walk over to him and the board, getting a much better view of the problem. 

Hearing your footsteps, Teller quickly turns around and lets out a stream of curse words at your presence. “Nice to see you too,” you quickly fire back, stopping at his side and crossing your arms, eyes gazing on the board.

“Now what do you want?” You can tell that he is annoyed, but you frankly don’t care. 

“I was planning on going home but I saw the light in here was on so I was wondering who is doing what. So, what are you doing?” 

“I’m trying to find another component to make this more powerful than Oppenheimer’s bomb,” you don’t know if it’s frustration or tiredness, but his accent seems to get heavier the more you hear him talk.

“What have you got so far?” He looks over at you and scoffs, turning back to the board.

“A student like you wouldn’t know.”

“Try me.” 

“Deuterium needs to react with something else to ignite the fusion process, but I can’t seem to think of one that would work.” He runs a hand through his hair and you can’t help but to notice how handsome the Hungarian actually is and it has your heart racing.

“What about deuterium AND tritium?” His head slowly turns to you as if saying ‘are you serious?’ “What? Try it.” He scoffs but still inputs tritium into the equation and after a few minutes, he leans back, his face red. “Well?”

“Don’t play smug,” he quickly grabs his stuff and pushes past you, rushing out of the door, leaving you to stare at the board.

“I didn’t actually expect that to work,” you laugh to yourself before grabbing your stuff and heading in for the night.  

—-------

The cyclotron hums softly in the background and if it wasn’t for people bustling around you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen asleep. Leaning back in your chair, you stretch your body with a yawn, cracking your neck from the stiffness. Scooting your chair back, you fix your outfit before heading out and walking down the hall where you know the coffee will be, but your name being said stops you in your tracks. Following the sound of the voice, you creep towards an open room, staying out of the doorframe and straining your ear.

“I can’t have her here. She is compromising my work!” Ok, so it’s Teller, but who is he talking to?

“It seems she’s helping you more than she’s compromising. Lawrence wouldn’t have sent her here if he didn’t have faith in her, and I trust Lawrence,” Oppenheimer comments as you creep closer. It’s pretty obvious that they’re talking about you, but why?

“A girl shouldn’t be working here, it’s too dangerous.” You jolt your head back in confusion. Sure, you knew that Teller probably hates your guts, but you didn’t think he would hate you this bad. 

“Edward, she is just as good, if not better, than half of the scientists here. I am not going to get rid of her just because she ‘insulted’ your work.” You can distinctly hear Teller cursing before he’s walking out the door and right into you. His hard features soften upon seeing your eyes, slightly glossy, but it’s clear that you’re hurt by his words. Instead of speaking to you, he just dips his head and moves around you, rushing away leaving you standing there with an empty coffee mug. “I wouldn’t take it to heart, he doesn’t think that 90% of the staff should be here,” Oppenheimer comments from behind, causing you to jump in shock. 

“It’s stupid, we’re all here for the same thing. We’re all here because we’re good enough AND smart enough to work on this project, no matter our gender.” Robert nods his head in agreement, inhaling smoke from his pipe. 

“Just ignore him. Works for everyone else here.” He pats you on the back before moving to leave 

“Hey, Robert?” He turns around to face you. “Thank you.” Robert nods his head before walking away.

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The clock reads 11:04 by the time you wrap up your work for the day. You knew that the days were going to be long before you came here, but you didn’t expect them to be this long. “God I’m so hungry.”

“It’s a good thing I brought some food.” His voice carries through the room, causing you to whip your head through the door only to spot the Hungarian physicist standing in the doorway, a paper bag in his hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought that you don’t want me here, let alone bring me food.” You can see his cheeks blush crimson ever so slightly as he makes his way over to you, sitting in the chair opposite of the control panel but still in your sight. 

“I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have said those things.” His apology has your eyebrows raising in shock.

“Edward Teller? Apologizing? What world am I living in?” 

“Don’t make me take it back,” he warns before scooting his chair next to yours, opening the bag and pulling out the contents. “I made some pörkölt. As an apology.” He pushes the tumbler towards you with a spoon and you’re not really sure how to react. After a moment, you take the spoon and bring a mouthful of the stew to your mouth. You don’t know what you were expecting it to taste like, but you definitely weren’t expecting it to be good. 

“This is actually prett-” you can’t finish your sentence before you feel a pair of lips against yours, causing your eyes to go wide. After the shock factor dissolves, you quickly push him away, confusion written all over your face. “What the hell?”

He pulls back in confusion as well, his bushy eyebrows furrowing over his blue eyes. “Have I been reading you wrong? Are you not into me?” You have to resist the urge to slap him. Instead, you rapidly stand up, pointing a finger at him.

“Do you seriously have the audacity to ask me that? You keep me up at night with your piano playing, and then get mad when I try to help you. Then you get mad when I help you with your project. Then you insult me, talking about me behind my back, and you think that I like you? Why on earth would I be into you?” He knows you’re lying. He can tell by the way your chest raises up and down and pupils dilate. Chuckling, he stands up from his chair and steps in front of you with slight hesitation. 

Grabbing a hold of your biceps, his blue eyes peer into yours. “I know you’re lying.” He doesn’t say another thing before he’s dipping his head down and pressing his lips against yours. You try to fight back, but deep down inside you can’t deny how right it feels. Giving in, your arms come up and wrap around his shoulders, anchoring him to you as you walk back until you’re pressed against a wall. It’s a minute before you break away, both of you gasping for air, his body heat radiating to you and it makes you nervous. 

“We shouldn’t, we’re in public you know.” He scoffs and looks around the room, especially the dark windows and dark hallway.

“No one is here,” he replies as his hands drop to your hips, his thumbs brushing your skin underneath your shirt. “If it’s that much of a problem, we can go back to my place.” His offer has you pausing for a minute, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t mind getting down and dirty in the lab. Shrugging your shoulders, your hands push off his jacket as he lets it fall to the floor, his head slotted between your head and shoulder. 

“I think I’m good here,” you can feel the smirk of his lips against your neck as his teeth drag across your skin, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Pulling you into him, you’re completely enveloped by his warmth as his hands creep lower, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other on your ass, fingers flexing as if he wants to do more but there’s still some hesitation. “Teller…”

“Edward, please.”

“Edward, you know you can touch me,” the confirmation is all he needs before he’s hoisting you into the air and carrying you over to a desk, placing you down and slotting himself between your legs. You watch as he breaks away from you, shoving down his suspenders and loosening his tie. Reaching between your bodies, you pop the buttons of your shirt off and chuck it to the floor, exposing your breasts which catch his attention. Wasting no time, his hands find themselves on your breasts, squeezing firmly, causing arousal to pool in between your legs. It’s been a while since you’ve been with a man. Working in the Rad Lab under Lawrence doesn’t really give you much of a life, let alone a love life, so just having another man touch you is really enough to send you spiraling. “Edward, I can’t wait,” you whine, your hands finding his belt as he lets out a huff of amusement. 

“That impatient, hmm?” You nod your head in response, hopping down from the table to remove your skirt and underwear as he works on his slacks, pulling out his member with ease. Shoving his hand out of the way you take hold of his growing arousal and flick your wrist up and down in languid motions, causing him to let out a low moan. Despite the fact that your hand is jerking him off, it is odd to you to see the impersonal Edward Teller so vulnerable.

Deciding that enough was enough, Teller gently removes your hand and picks you up with ease, placing you down on the desk as he slots himself between your legs. “You ready?” Nodding your head, your heart races with anticipation. You can hear soft Hungarian coming from his lips as he guides the head of his shaft between your folds before slowly pushing in, him grunting softly and you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to relax your body as much as possible. “Are you okay?” His blue eyes peer down to yours as his thumbs softly run across your hips.

Swallowing down any pain, you nod your head, wiggling your hips as you stretch around him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He hesitated but nodded his head, a strand of his dark hair falling on his forehead as he slowly moves in and out of you, his brows furrowed in concentration. After a minute of him holding himself back, pleasure starts replacing the pain and it has your toes curling. He feels.. just right, you think to yourself as your eyes find him as lust taking over. “You can go faster.” It’s all the instruction he needs before his pace picks up and it causes you to snort. Who would have thought that Teller can actually take direction?

“What’s so funny?” His voice stirs you back to the reality of him above you, hands digging into your hips and you don’t doubt that it will leave a bruise or two. Reaching up, you thread your hands through his soft hair and pull his face down to yours, your lips meeting halfway with his as the desk creaks underneath you. The already stiff room slowly starts to swelter as sweat begins to glisten both of your bodies. Breaking away from the kiss, Teller places his head between your shoulder and neck, biting down on your exposed flesh as he thrusts into you rapidly. Your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him in impossibly closer and it causes you to let out a loud moan and you can feel his lips twitch upward against your neck.

“That’s right, keep making sounds for me édesem.” You’re not really sure what he’s saying,  but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on, and he notices. Straightening his posture, he looks down at you with a smirk as his hips rock against yours. “Does me speaking Hungarian turn you on édesem?” You clench around him, accidentally proving your point and you cringe before he leans back over you, his member hitting a deeper angle that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “Micsoda mocskos lány.” He whispers against your ear, one hand reaching down between your bodies and finding your clit causing you to whine. “Alig várom, hogy elélvezz nekem.”

“Edward.” Your moan echoes in his ear as his fingers deftly rub your clit. 

“Fogadok, hogy tetszik. Ugye, mocskos kislányom?” You hate to admit it, and you’ll probably deny it, but hearing him speak in his mother tongue has your orgasm nearing. 

“Please,” you beg, your nails scratching against his back. “I need to cum.” Nodding his head, his hips shallowly grind against your, his dick dragging against your velvety walls as his fingers continue to rub your bundle of nerves. 

“Cum nekem, Szerelmem. Cum for me,” the switch back to English sends you toppling over the edge and you clench around his member, your orgasm crashing through your body as he continues to thrust in and out of you despite his hips beginning to falter. “Bassza meg, olyan gyönyörű vagy.” He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Where?”

“On me.” Nodding his head, he quickly pulls out with a moan and shoots his spend all over your stomach, his chest heaving up and down as his eyes flutter shut in relief for a second. After he comes down from his high he looks down at you with a smile. 

“Olyan gyönyörű vagy alattam.” He grabs a couple of napkins from the bag and wipes your stomach as you prop yourself up on your arms, body glistening with sweat.

“What were you saying?” He smiles before helping you down from the table as the two of you start redressing. 

“Nothing important, édesem. We should probably clean up,” he gestures to the floor around you littered with papers. When did they get knocked off?

“Huh, I don’t remember them falling off,” you comment, kneeling on the ground with shaky legs and picking up the papers, Teller helping you before a throat clears in the hallway, causing the both of you to look up.

“If you guys are going to fuck, please keep it out of the lab,” Oppenheimer comments, puffing his pipe before walking away causing you to tilt your head in shame and Teller to quickly stand up, his face beet red.

“You do this too! Seggfej!” The room falls quiet as tension grows between you and Teller stand awkwardly across from each other. 

“So.” 

“So.”

“What did this mean?” You ask as you turn away, placing the papers back on the desk and fixing them, trying to avoid his gaze in case he rejects you.

Teller takes a step towards you as his hand cups your face and turns it to him. “It means that I like you. I know it doesn’t seem like that, but I do. You challenge me in a way that not alot of other people can do and I want that in my life. I want you in my life. If you want to be?” A smile graces your face as you nod your head.

“Yeah, I think I’ll like that.” Teller smiles in response, dropping his hand from your face and gathering his things.

“Good, would you like for me to accompany you home?” 

“We’re heading the same way, so sure,” offering him a smile, you flip off the lights to the lab and take his hand in yours, “next time though, let’s do it somewhere else.”

#Edward teller x reader #Edward teller x female reader #Edward teller x you #Edward teller #benny safdie #Oppenheimer movie #oppenheimer #j Robert oppenheimer #Ernest lawrence #josh hartnett #Cillian murphy #reader insert #request #lacontroller1991

[miinesweeper]

Headcanons of prom or hoco with rodrick?

eeee this is such a cute idea !!

— the minute he arrives to pick you up and sees you all dressed up he’s completely smitten, he won’t want to take his eyes off of you the entire night

— you also make him a little nervous, especially combined with the pressure of going to the dance, so he might occasionally stutter or misspeak, probably acts a little clumsy too

— midway through the drive he’d remember the corsage he’d gotten you and immediately feel like a dumbass for forgetting it

“oh, shit,” one arm fumbling around behind his seat, attempting to find the flower, the other still on the steering wheel as he lurched to a halt at a red light. your eyes remained on him waiting for an explanation until his gaze met yours, and he held out a container with a corsage inside, “couldn’t forget about that.”

— he’s definitely internally beating himself up about not giving it to you sooner and with better presentation, but better late than never

— the minute you get to the school, you two walk into the crowded gymnasium, but even with all of those people there, he looks at you like you’re the only one in the room

— i don’t think you and rodrick would end up on the homecoming court or anything, but holy shit you guys would end up being the life of the party anyway (mostly because of rodrick)

— he’s more than hyped to dance with you and show you off to an extent

— if possible he’d play at the dance too, but he wouldn’t tell you, he’d just wait for you to see it

“hey, i gotta run to the restroom real quick, don’t go anywhere, ‘kay?” he smiles at you, a smile that seems a little too excited to be slipping off to the bathroom mid-dance. but you just brushed that off and waited for him, your friends quickly took his place around you to talk now that you and rodrick aren’t dancing or talking. “oh, yeah, look he got me this fl- oh my god he’s on the stage.”

— and yeah, you can bet your ass he’s dedicating a song to you, pointing you out in the crowd, looking at you while he sings, the whole deal

— by the time he’s off the stage and back at your side, the two of you have naturally garnered a lot of attention from your peers

— you guys are there dancing and trying to yell to each other over the music and noise in the room until the very end of it, long after the majority of the crowd had made their exit

— he’s still absolutely wired though, and so are you

“i don’t wanna go home yet, do you?” he looks at you, hoping for you to answer with a no. “definitely not.” he grins at you, of course you’d say that, that’s what he loved about you. everyone’s getting into their cars and leaving, the parking lot slowly emptying. rodrick glances around like he’s looking for a solution to something. and as soon as he finds it, he takes your hand in his. doesn’t say a word until he pulls you under a tree in a far corner of the school’s yard. he takes out a pair of earbuds and hands you one of them, the two of you slow dance quietly, alone, to a song of your choice.

— once you two’ve had enough, you take off in his van, he walks you to your front door, and tiredness starts to set in a little

— he’d say goodbye like it was the last thing he wanted to say to you, because he could’ve spent the entire night dancing with you

you collapse on your bed, not even bothering to take the dress/suit off. sleep is eminent, but not quite there yet. your memories are all still very fresh, and snippets replay to bring a soft smile to your weary face as you lay alone in your room. tap tap tap. you already know who it is. without a second thought you open your window. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging for a second there.” “like i’d leave you hanging.” he smiles at you as he comes to sit on your bed beside you. “mind if we go to sleep? i’m so tired.” “sure,” he could’ve stayed up all night, but that was besides the point, “homecoming was so much fun, i didn’t wanna leave you. i had to come over, y’know?” the two of you laid down, not exactly comfortable in your homecoming clothes, but not bothered to get changed. “i didn’t expect you not to come back.” you two smile fondly at each other in the dark. “you look perfect tonight.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #not my rodrick #doawk #doawk rodrick

[oldbutnotyetwise]

Saying Goodbye 

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about goodbyes.  Good goodbyes, bad goodbyes, unspoken goodbyes and final goodbyes.  I am sure there are other kinds of goodbyes but right now those are the one that come to my mind.

     People leave their home every morning to go to work and expect to return at the end of the workday, and almost all of them do.  However there are some who don’t.  A car accident, a workplace accident or some sort of health issue could all stand in the way of that safe return home.  Maybe they said goodbye to their loved ones, or maybe they left with no words, or even worse, angry words.  It is sad when people don’t get the chance to say goodbye, when suddenly someone is ripped out of their life never to be seen again.  The chance for a final goodbye stolen from them.  I know this has happened to me, and I suspect it has happened to you as well.  When someone is part of your life and then one day they are suddenly stolen away never to be seen again.  They are gone, you had unfinished business with them  that will never be finished.

     Some folks outlive their friends, end up in a nursing home alone, lost amid all those other old folks. Children or grandchildren busy with their own lives may visit occasionally but most of their days are filled with emptiness.  Most of their friends long gone now, and the one or two who remain have been abandoned by their minds and live in a world where strangers act like they are family and friends.  Some people dream of a long life but these people are tired of being alone with all these other old people. They don’t fit in anymore, they have seen and lived through things that the others haven’t.  They miss having a best friend, or really just any good friend. They sit there with their eyes closed, staff think they are sleeping but they are rummaging through the attics of their minds, searching for happy memories, or searching for their way back to a happy place. So they sit and wait until their time comes, awash in loneliness and despair.  It is like they are sitting on a bench at a bus stop. Waiting for that long overdue bus to come and take them where they need to go, wherever that may be.  They have come to the time to say goodbye, but they don’t have anyone to say goodbye to.  

     I know that these days with access to modern travel that as long as you have the money you can go back and visit family no matter where they are.  There was a time when family members would move across the world, where the young married couple would say goodbye to their parents before they got on a boat and crossed the ocean, never to see family again.  Chasing their dream of a better life in a far away place.  Imagine how the parents felt  saying goodbye to their child knowing that it was likely they would ever see them again.  What words would you say to your child, or your parents in those circumstances?

     Goodbyes are never easy, but I think some of the hardest goodbyes are the last goodbyes.  I remember caring for my Mom as she lay dying from cancer.  We knew the end was getting near and I had been sleeping in a LazyBoy chair I had dragged into her makeshift bedroom.  I needed to take a night off to study for an exam, I remember it was a Thursday night.  Some believe that a loved one often waits until they are alone to die, maybe that is what my Mom did dying in the company of a hired nurse rather than with her son sleeping at her bedside.   Although I don’t think we ever actually said the word goodbye, I think we lived our goodbye by sharing our love, stories and smiles over the last days and weeks of her life.  I suppose that was an unspoken goodbye.

     I remember getting up early one morning and driving four hours south to see my close friend Dave who was dying in a Cancer Hospital.  As soon as I saw him I knew it was the last time I would see him, and it broke my heart to seeing this proud man struggling like he was.  We said our Goodbyes, both knowing that this would be our final Goodbye, we hugged, said we loved each other and then I walked out of the room.  I stopped and stood in the doorway, my hand over my heart, tears streaming down my face and then I tipped my hat and walked out of his life.  Dave died a few weeks later, all this time later I can still picture my friend laying there in that hospital bed, both of us knowing that his story was nearing its end, and the last chapter wasn’t a pretty one.  

     So the goodbye I have been pondering a lot lately is the Final Goodbye, in this case my own.  I know it is coming, and to be quite honest I really didn’t expect to still be here now.  The fact that I am seeing spring flowers is a rather unexpected gift.  My best before date is long past. If I was a car I would have long ago been taken to the scrap yard.  I’m not sure how much longer that Robin and I can keep this wreck of a human body going.  I’m not sure how much longer I want to keep fighting.  I’m tired, Robin is tired and I’m not sure I can keep asking her to do everything that she has to do to keep me going.  Sooner or later the music has to stop, the dance has to end, the lights come on and the couple has to uncouple.  

     Friends have come from near and far to see Robin and I, and say their goodbyes.  Their love, affection and support is enough to make me think maybe I didn’t mess up this thing we call life too badly.  For the friends who came from a distance we just generally accept that this will be the last time we will see each other in person.  As the time for them to leave is approaching I feel sadness and apprehension at the final goodbye.  When you know it is your last in person goodbye you want to get it right, but what is right?  I know there will be tears on my side, my tough guy persona no longer exists.  I want to say the right words, speaking them clearly without mumbling, and say it all with shedding a tear, but it appears I am not capable of that.  Instead I say goodbye and hope that the person I am saying goodbye to knows how much I love them, despite my mumbling, despite the words not being said and despite the abundance of tears flowing down the sides of my face.

     For me personally there can be no harder goodbyes than saying goodbye to my daughter Elizabeth and wife Robin.  I am not convinced that the greatest authors or songwriters would be able to weave together a tapestry of words or music that could adequately do the job, because I just don’t think the words exist.  Even without the words I know that there is no doubt in Robin or Elizabeth’s mind about how much I love them.  

    And for those who couldn’t make it here, it’s okay….I know…. and I hope you know as well.  

“How lucky I am to

have something

that makes saying

goodbye so hard.”

A.A. Milne

#als #goodbye #final goodbye

[got-to-love-a-badboy]

Request - Your story for sinking Billy Hargrove  is amazing do you mind like doing a one shot of Billy finding out that y/n is prego [Billy, Billy like mean Billy finds out]

You’re shitting me!

Billy Hargrove x y/n

'Friday night!' You thought to yourself, which meant one thing, party at the lake, hook up with Billy Hargrove and getting absolutely wasted. You and Billy had been hooking up for a few months now, not too serious, well not at school anyway, he would come around your house some nights, pick you up to go for a drive when his dad had been an ass hole.

At school was a different story, he would wink at you and because the two of you hung out in the same crowd you were always together but nobody would know that the two of you were sleeping together, except Lisa, your best friend.

It kind of hurt you because you loved Billy more than you would tell him and way more than he knew, deep down you hoped he cared more but the doubt always stopped you asking.

You looked forward to the lake parties the second you heard someone mention it, you had been feeling run down lately with all the studying, late nights with Billy and cheer practice, so you thought a party was just what the doctor ordered.

As you was getting ready for the party a sudden wave of nausea came over you, you had to bolt from your vanity to the bathroom where you threw up all your stomach contents, "damn cafeteria food!" You told yourself before returning to the vanity still unable to shake off the sick feeling.

Finally once your make up and hair had been done you chose your favourite dress, a tight fitting hot pink body con dress with your black kitten heals, you really had to squeeze yourself into the dress, fitting extra tight on the stomach and breast area, thinking nothing of it you adjusted the girls in your bra and headed downstairs as Billy would be picking up in 10 mins.

Once you see Billy's Camaro pull up outside you head out of the door shouting goodnight to your parents. You step inside the Camaro and see Billy with his signature look, hair curled to perfection, shirt open just the right amount and his jeans tight enough to stop his balls working.

"You look good y/n", he told you very monotone, he was never one to give compliments or be soppy but this was him trying, "aww thanks Billy, you look hot yourself, I wish I felt as good as I look, I threw up when I was getting ready, that shitty food at school I'm not eating it again" you moan to him, "y/n you better not throw up, I'm not kidding I will let you walk home" again very monotone, he was not kidding.

The two of you made conversation on the drive to the lake, as soon as you arrived Billy started taking beer out of the trunk of his Camaro, you headed off to find Lisa.

Not long after setting off you found her on a bench with a few people, "y/n! Hey girl, I'm glad you made it, you aren't looking too fresh though are you ok?" She asked you, "yeah I'm fine I think I ate something bad at school, Billy has driven me here so don't think his driving helped" she laughed at your reply.

Your girl group met up with Billy and the boys as the night went on, you had stopped drinking around an hour ago  as you felt sick again and right now you had your head on Billy's shoulder while he laughed and joked with the group, all of a sudden you shot up and ran behind a tree to again throw up.

Billy looked at you a little worried from the park bench he was on, Lisa ran over to you to help out.

After you had finished the two of you walked over to your crowd of friends, "can anyone give y/n a lift home I think she is really sick", they remained silent for a minute before Billy put his drink down and said "fine Il take her home but y/n I mean if you throw up in my car and your walking the rest of the way sick or not", you couldn't be bothered entertaining his need for drama so you just replied "ok Billy".

He managed to get you home without been sick, you quickly left the car but not before Billy said "il see you at school".

The morning rolled around and you felt no better so you stayed in bed, you did this for a few days.

Finally Lisa showed up at your house wondering where you were, you let her in and the two of you sat on the couch watching tv, you began filling her in on your bug, "ugh Lisa is has been horrible, constantly being sick, I haven't eaten anything even the thought of food makes me want to throw up, actually are you wearing a new perfume because I'm sorry but it's making me feel the same way", Lisa looked at you shocked by your harsh comment, "ok I'm going to let that slide, don't panic ok but you know my brothers girlfriend just had her baby like 3 months ago" you just nodded in response, "well remember when they were living at my house and I would tell you what she was like at the start", your eyes shot open wide, you knew what she was getting at, she just nodded at you, "what if you aren't sick y/n, what if this is morning sickness".

You began pacing around the room, "I can't be, no, no way, I'm going to college next year!, I'm not, obviously I'm not pregnant!.... Am I? Oh god, what if I am, Billy will kill me, my mom and dad will disown me!", Lisa ran up to you and pulled you into a hug, "nothing is going to happen like that ok, just breathe, I'm going to the store and getting a test, I will be back in 10 minutes ok, let's not panic until we know huh", before you knew it she had left.

The two of you paced your bedroom floor, you with a test in your hand waiting the 10 intense minutes it stated on the box.

Finally the colour appeared, "what does 2 lines mean Lisa?", your friend looked at the instructions in her hand and Simply said, "I'm sorry Y/N".

Your first reaction was to run, so you did, "I have to go", and with that you ran, you didn't know where you was headed until you arrived at 4819 cherry lane, you looked up at the house in shock that you managed to get here, Billy's car was on the drive but his dads wasn't.

You walked up the rickety old steps, once you reached the door you gave a timid knock before Max answered, "hey Max, Billy home?" She just moved aside and said "bedroom, left at the bottom", you simply gave her a nod, you had been here many times before unbeknown to her.

You gave a quiet knock on the door only to hear Billy shout back "go away Maxine!", "uh it's me Billy, y/n".

Billy soon came to answer the door, "what are you doing here? Where have you been I haven't  seen you all week, your not still sick are you" he asked, unsure of how to answer all the questions thrown at you, you decided to try explain, "kind of but that's why I'm here Billy I need to speak to you", he went back in the bedroom and sat on the bed, "ok so first of all I want to apologise, I am so so sorry Billy, I didn't want this to be the case and I don't like it as much as you won't", Billy looked at you exremely confused, you decided to just start.

"Ok Billy yeah iv been sick, well not so much sick, I'm ..... fuck, ..... Billy I... we are...., ugh....." you broke down crying, "y/n tell me" he said abruptly, you felt like the Penny had dropped, he just needed you to say it.

"I'm pregnant Billy", it was out. He just got up and walked over to his mirror with his head down for what felt like an eternity, you decided to go up behind him, you looked at his face in the mirror, the vein on his head was out indicating he was angry, "Billy talk to me, please.", you didn't get a response from him although he did look up and look you in the eyes through the mirror.

"This was an accident Billy, we aren't ready for this.... But we can do this".

He flipped, shooting around to look directly at you, "are you fucking kidding me y/n, 'we can do this' what sort of bull shit answer is that!, how can we do this!, you're going to college in a few months, I'm living here with this duche bag!, we're not even dating!, some causal hook up this turned out to he huh", Billy really hurt you with what he was saying but you had known him long enough to know he didn't mean a lot of what he said in anger, "yeah you're right this will change plans for me, and no we're not dating because some ass hole hasn't asked me out, he just wants to keep hooking up with anyone he feels like", you stood with your hands on your hips waiting for a response but he just stood there mouth open at your reaction, nobody spoke back to him like that, "oh you lost for words Billy? Well I have some for you, we can do this, you know why I believe we can, because I love you Billy Hargrove, I don't expect you to love me back I'm not stupid but I WILL be doing this with or without you, I'm going to leave now because I have given you your choices, you can either decide what we are and what you want to do about the child you have created with me or you can live your life in this shit hole with your father, hating every minute of your time here, you know as much as I do that you are only comfortable when you are with me, il be at home. Hopefuly il see you soon Billy....."

With that you left the Hargrove house.

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#dacre montgomery #dacre #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x reader #Hargrove fic #Billy Hargrove

[alexblakeisgay]

The Thing That Wrecks You

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: Tag to 200. Alex knows better than to let Emily into her heart a second time.

Word Count: 1438

Emily was drunk.

Well, maybe not drunk, per se...but she had been drinking for most of the night. Which is why Alex had volunteered to stay and drive her to her hotel.

"Are you sure?" JJ asked, still wrapped tightly in Will's arms. Her gaze kept drifting over to Emily where she was swaying slightly, even as she used the pool cue to balance while she waited for Derek to finish his turn. "I know you two have history – we could call her a cab or Will and I can..."

Alex shook her head, glancing over her shoulder at Emily as well. "It's fine," she insisted, "We're both mature adults, we can handle one car ride...especially if one of us is drunk off their ass."

JJ was obviously unconvinced.

"Go home with your husband, JJ," Alex said. She attempted a smile that really didn't feel all that convincing either, thankful when JJ didn't comment on that fact.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked, speech slurred as she stared out the car window, forehead leaned against the cold glass.

"Home."

"Home?" Emily repeated, somewhere between curious and confused.

Alex sighed, glanced over at her. "I don't trust that you won't choke on your own vomit and asphyxiate in the night," she explained, "So, I'm bringing you home with me."

"Oh." A beat. "Oh..." She grinned, waggled her brows mischievously.

She didn't need to say anything for Alex to know exactly what she was thinking. They'd known each other long enough that words were rarely needed. "Don't get any bright ideas, Emily. We're not going to sleep together tonight."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked, perhaps a little cocksure in her drunkenness.

Rolling her eyes, Alex managed to remain remarkably calm as she chided, "Enough, Emily."

Under her breath, Emily muttered, "You used to be more fun..."

"More fun?" Alex scoffed, shook her head. "Maybe I was more fun...before the woman I loved – the mother of my son – left me. Not to mention faked her own death and moved an ocean away without even bothering to tell me!" Her voice became louder and increasingly agitated as she spoke until she was nearly shouting.

That seemed to sufficiently appeal to Emily's guilty conscience and she immediately clammed up, no longer in a playful mood.

It was too late, though. Alex had already started in on her rant and there was no stopping it now that she'd begun. "You do not get to lecture me anymore. You gave up that right a long time ago. I think I've been more than flexible tonight, put up with more than my fair share of aggravation. And it was for the sake of saving JJ, so I said nothing, did nothing. But you don't get to sit here and act like the victim in all this."

"'Victim'," Emily repeated dubiously, "God, you're dramatic."

That was clearly the wrong thing to say. "You can fuck right off, Emily. I'm looking after you out of the goodness of my heart, because I thought we could both be mature adults about this and put the past aside for one night, but if that's too hard..."

"No one asked you to do that!" Emily snapped.

"You're joking, right?" Alex said, obviously unamused. "Everyone asked me to. Literally every single person on the team seemed to think that seeing me again would be hard for you, asked me to treat you with kid gloves and I wanted to laugh because they all seemed to know something I didn't – they all seemed to think you still carry a torch for me. And much as I wanted to believe that might be true, I figured it couldn't possibly be...afterall, you're the one who left."

Silence followed as Emily seemed to digest the fact that the entire team seemed to know far more than she'd ever wanted them to see.

Alex continued on undeterred, "Maybe if you weren't drunk and belligerent, we could have had a real conversation about us, but that's clearly not about to happen now, so I'll just grin and bear it – as usual – and nurse you back to sobriety and then pretend like nothing ever happened when I wake up and you're gone to catch a plane back across the ocean without so much as a 'thank you' or even a 'goodbye'."

Emily said nothing. She would have liked to argue, to insist that Alex was overreacting and over-dramatic, but knew that Alex was completely just in her accusations. She would have liked to apologize for all the ways she'd hurt her over the years, but knew that Alex was in no mood to hear apologies. She'd never been all that good at apologies anyway.

She sighed sadly, rested her forehead against the window once again rather than say anything else that might risk another verbal evisceration. She could feel Alex's gaze on her, though, and knew that the conversation had not finished.

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Emily clutched the pillow to her chest while she watched Alex make up the bed in the spare room, too drunk to be of any real assistance, and it struck her in that moment as odd that the one person who quite possibly knew her better than anyone else in the world, the person who was still, after everything, taking care of her could manage to contain the dichotomy that was still being in love with her while also being barely able to stand the sight of her.

"Why?" she blurted out before she'd even begun the thought process of initiating speech.

"Why what?" Alex asked on a sigh as she smoothed out the top sheet, not even bothering to spare Emily a glance.

Emily shook her head a moment, tongue flicking out over her lip. "Why didn't we work together?"

Alex finally did look at her then, expression something approaching exasperation. "You tell me, given that you're the one who left," she snapped. Which Emily had to concede was fair, she deserved that.

"I didn't leave because of you," she said in a voice that was uncharacteristically meek. "It was never about you."

"You'll have to excuse me if that fails to be of any comfort to me," Alex said dryly. "Because it sure felt really fucking personal when I came home to find all your things gone with only a note to provide any sort of explanation. A note, Emily! You didn't even have the basic decency to tell me to my face that you were leaving!"

Cheeks flushing faintly under the intensity of Alex's anger, Emily mumbled, "I tried, but..."

She shook her head furiously, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "I deserved better than the way you left. After everything we'd been through together, I deserved more."

"I get that..." Emily started to respond.

Alex didn't give her the chance to finish. "I don't think that you do, Emily! Because it's been almost ten years and we're still exactly where we were before. Nothing has changed and you have the audacity to ask me why we're not still together!? Maybe it's time you looked in a mirror..."

It wasn't what she'd wanted to hear – not that she was all that clear on what kind of answer she'd anticipated – but it left her very little room to argue, as nothing she'd said thus far was untrue.

"Do you want the truth, Emily?" Alex asked. Without giving her time to provide an answer either way, she continued, "The truth is that I do love you; I probably always will. And if I thought that things might be different if I took you back, I probably would do so in a heartbeat.

"That's the thing, though... I don't think you've changed. I've done a lot of work on myself to get to a point where I don't hate you, a point where I could actually see myself being friends with you and I respect us both too much to throw away that progress. But more importantly, I respect myself too much to put myself back in a situation I know is toxic."

Emily nodded slowly, looking very close to tears but refusing to let them fall.

With a sigh, Alex settled on the edge of the bed, absently playing with a loose thread on the comforter. She patted the bed beside her in a silent signal that Emily join her. When Emily settled next to her, Alex surprised both of them by wrapping an arm around her shoulders, leaning in so her temple pressed against Emily's.

"I will always always love you, Emily," she confessed, "But we're just too different to be together anymore."

#alex blake/emily prentiss #Alex Blake #emily prentiss #fanfiction #Criminal Minds #mine

[taliaxwinters]

Gun Park One-Shot

Hello, hello everyone! Welcome to my first post on Tumblr!

I've been admiring all the lovely fan art/writing for quite some time now, and decided it's time I join. It's been quite a long time since I've written any fanfiction, let alone posted it. Please be kind with your criticism.

My current obsession is Gun Park from Lookism, so please enjoy!

I purposely didn't give the main character a description, so you can just imagine yourself in her place.

Luna has had a long, miserable week. Work has been crazy and home has been lonely without Gun. But he surprises her by returning home early and making up for the nights he’s been away.

18+, NSFW, smut. You have been warned. ;)

Today was not Luna’s day.

Well, to be precise, it hadn’t been her week.

After her boyfriend had left town for business, work had become inexplicably busy with impending deadlines, and late nights and early mornings had become the new norm. 

Luna sighed, leaning back in her office chair, and peeking into the cubicles around her. Only a few of her co-workers remained, the others having finished their work hours ago.

The woman in the cubical to her right closed her laptop and began to stretch. “Thank goodness, that’s all over! I thought we might need to move into the office at this rate.” She let out a laugh. “My husband has been complaining about me not being home to cook his dinner.”

Luna smiled wearily, hitting send to submit her final report. “He’s a grown man, Hana. Tell him to cook his own food.”

“I’ve spoiled him too much.” She muttered. “Besides, he’s useless in the kitchen. The man could burn water if he really tried.” Hana dumped her phone and wallet into the black purse she pulled from under her desk. “Make sure you go home too, dear. Don’t stay any later than you must.”

“I won’t.”

With a wave, Hana walked away, heading for the exit. Luna didn’t blame Hana one bit for making a run for it after completing her work. It had been a terribly long week.

Mirroring her co-worker, Luna closed her laptop and gathered her belongings in the shoulder bag she carried before heading to the lobby. The building was so quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of a typical workday.

‘Do I go back home now, or should I go to the gym first? Maybe some exercise will take my mind off things.’

It was day five of her boyfriend being gone, and his presence had been sorely missed. Going to bed and waking up alone, coming home and eating dinner in silence…it was beginning to drive Luna mad. Anything would be better than going back to an empty home.

‘The gym it is.’

She stepped through the lobby entrance onto the sidewalk, heels clacking on the pavement. Raising her right hand, she went to flag down a taxi when she noticed a familiar black sedan parked a bit further up the sidewalk. The make and model was the same as one of the cars parked in the garage at home, and the license plate upon further inspection….

‘No way.’

The driver’s side door opened, and the very man she’d been longing to see stepped out. Dressed to impress, he wore a white suit with black dress shoes and a black button-up shirt underneath. His black hair was slicked back in its usual style, and the thick rimmed glasses he wore were perched on the bridge of his nose, hiding a lengthy scar that went across his nose and under his left eye.

Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and walked toward Luna.

“Gun.” She whispered. “I-I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?”

Gun stopped merely inches from Luna and reached out to caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, sighing happily at feeling his warmth.

A smirk spread across his lips. “You said you missed me every time I called. How could I not hurry back when my woman wanted me so badly?”

Luna tipped her gaze upwards, cheeks slightly flushed. “I didn’t mean to rush you. I know you do a lot for the Yamazaki family…”

“Business is done.” Gun stated. “There wasn’t any reason for me to stay longer than necessary.” Removing his hand from Luna’s cheek, Gun stepped over to the front passenger door and opened it. “Would you like to go home?”

The look in his eyes was mischievous, but she didn’t care. The word ‘home’ from his lips is all it took. “Yes.”

She hurriedly slid into the car and buckled as Gun came around and did the same. Their home was a good 15 to 20 minute ride from her work, but Luna had the feeling the ride would be over in the blink of an eye. As Gun pulled into traffic, he slid his right hand onto her thigh, fingers trailing down until they found the hem of her dress.

Her breath hitched as she felt his rough hands slowly slide the fabric upwards. Pushing back into the seat to keep composure, Luna glanced to her left. Gun’s smirk was still there as he kept his gaze ahead on the road.

Feeling his fingers massage her flesh, Luna was annoyed that she seemed to be the only one who was feeling flustered. Placing a hand on his, she gently pulled it further up her thigh, guiding it towards a more sensitive area.

That got the reaction she wanted. Gun’s pupils dilated, the mischievous look quickly turning to one of lust. His fingertips brushed against her core and Luna let out a soft moan.

“You’re teasing me.” His voice rumbled.

“You started it.”

Gun grunted. “I’ll finish it too.”

Luna turned to face him directly, copying the smirk that annoyed her so much. “I’m counting on it.”

She felt the car speed up.

In what felt like seconds, they arrived at home. Gun pulled the car back into the garage to park, and Luna quickly grabbed her bag and headed inside before Gun could interfere.

Too bad he was faster.

In the blink of an eye Luna felt herself being lifted as her bag fell to the ground. Gun had picked her up before she even made it into the house. Pushing her up against the side of the car, his lips crashed roughly on to hers. Luna wound her arms around his neck in defeat, knowing now that she’d been caught, there was no way to escape.

“You tried to run away?” He breathed in between heated kisses. “After what you said in the car?”

“Not run,” Luna panted, pushing her hands against his chest to break for air. “I just wanted to make it into the house before you attacked.” Their eyes locked, and as soon as Luna saw the intense desire on his face, she knew it was going to be a long night.

“That didn’t work.” Gun placed her down gently.

Luna scoffed. “No shit.”

Gun brought a hand under her chin and tilted it upwards, leaning in so their noses were touching. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll bring the bags inside.”

Luna nodded, heading for the door once again. The garage entrance opened to a small entryway where she left her shoes before walking through the house. Not bothering to turn on any of the lights, Luna went straight to their bedroom as instructed. Knowing Gun might be a couple of minutes while he got his suitcase and her purse, she decided to freshen up a bit in the attached bathroom.

Luna took out her ponytail and removed the clips holding her hair in place before running her fingers through her hair to make it look decent. After a few minutes of playing with it, she was satisfied with how it looked.

‘Should I strip down to my underwear, or maybe change into some lingerie that Gun bought?’

Deciding on the lingerie, Luna stepped out of the bathroom to search her dresser, only to see Gun leaning in the bedroom doorway, his jacket and shirt missing, and a glass of alcohol in hand. He watched as Luna froze on the spot.

The room was quiet for a moment until he spoke. “Strip.”

“Wha-“ Luna started, confused.

Gun walked over to the bed and sat up against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. “Strip for me.” His voice was demanding and dripping with desire.

All thoughts ceased to function as Luna tried to figure out how to proceed. Normally, they couldn’t take their hands off each other, and things just happened. This time, it seemed like Gun had something specific in mind.

Taking a deep breath, Luna started with the cardigan she was wearing, slowly undoing the buttons before dropping it to the floor beside her. Next, she grasped the bottom edges of her dress and shimmied it up her figure, being sure to take her time revealing each curve of her body. As the dress joined the cardigan on the floor, she looked back to Gun. His gaze hadn’t moved, but she could see the visible effort he was putting into keeping his composure.

Feeling a little more confident, Luna reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, making sure to keep eye contact with Gun as she did. The shoulder straps slid down her arms as the bra came off and fell to the floor. For the grand finale, she placed her hands on her stomach and slowly slid them down her stomach before reaching for her underwear. Hooking a finder under each side, she slid them down until they too joined the clothing pile.

Gun’s composure cracked a little as his grip on the glass tightened. Tossing his head back, he downed the last of his drink and set the cup down on one of the night tables next to the bed before sliding himself to the end of the bed. Feet on the floor and legs spread, he motioned with one finger for Luna. “Come here.”

She obeyed silently, stepping up to Gun. He reached out with both hands and placed them on either side of her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss tasting of bourbon. After a moment, he slid his hands down to her shoulders and began to push her downwards. Their kiss broke as Luna was brought to her knees. He kept his gaze on Luna, not wanting to miss a moment. “Pleasure me.”

Luna looked to the large bulge in his pants and gently touched it, running her fingers upwards to undo the zipper. She heard is breath hold in anticipation, and couldn’t help but draw out the moment. It had been five long days, and Luna knew very well he was in need of a release, just like she was.

After pulling down the zipper, his cock sprang free, having swelled too much for such tight confines. His member was huge, her fingers barely touching as she wrapped them around the base and began moving them up and down. Not satisfied with his unchanging reaction, Luna leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum that had beaded on top. That elicited a guttural groan from Gun. He began to run his fingers through her hair and pulled it away from her face. “Stop teasing me, or you’ll regret it.”

A moan escaped his lips as Luna took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Knowing he was way too big to take all of it, she slowly bobbed her head and sucked on the tip while pumping her fingers over the rest. Gun’s composure was slipping as the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears, making Luna hum in victory.

Her movements and teasing were quickly sending Gun over the edge. In an attempt to regain control, he grabbed ahold of Luna’s hair and pulled her back up for a kiss. After a couple minutes of sloppy, lust filled kissing, he grabbed ahold of her ass and picked her up off the floor, only to toss her onto the bed. Gun practically ripped off his remaining clothing before crawling up to the woman sprawled out before him.

Kneeling in between her legs, he spread them wider to get a better view. Gun reached up and grabbed Luna’s wrists, pulling them to hook under her knees. He leaned forward and traced his lips across her collar bone, making his way up to her neck. “Keep your legs spread for me. This is your punishment for teasing.” Leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks, Gun made his way back down before pausing above her wet core. Luna could feel his smirk. “You’re already soaking, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Without pause, Gun ran his tongue up her folds roughly. Luna’s back arched and she moaned loudly at the contact, after days of feeling deprived. This man’s touches were like a drug, and she needed it bad.

Gun continued to tease her clit with his tongue, just enough to feel good, but stopping any time he felt she was too close to an orgasm. Luna began to get desperate, and she let go of her legs to touch Gun’s face. “P-please- ah! Let me c-come!” Her chest was heaving, cheeks red as her body felt on fire.

Gun growled against her core, prying her hands from his face. He shoved them back against her legs and made eye contact. “Only if you do as I asked.”

Luna quickly grabbed ahold of her legs again, pulling them towards her body and spread apart. She could feel Gun’s approval as he went back to teasing her clit. “Good girl.”

Running his hands over the inside of her thighs, Gun brought one down to her core and began rubbing his thumb over her slick entrance. He quickly insert two fingers and thrust them into her heat until her legs began to tremble. He knew he found the sweet spot as soon as Luna let out a cry of pleasure, so Gun focused on hitting that spot while licking her clit until he felt her walls tighten around his fingers.

Luna writhed beneath Gun’s touch, unable to keep quiet as he knew where she was most sensitive. It wasn’t long before she felt that tension build up in her abdomen, begging to be released.

“N-uh, Gun, I c-can’t hold on much longer.” She begged. “Please.” His touches increased in intensity, as he felt Luna reaching her limit.

“Cum for me.”

With a loud cry, the tension in her abdomen let loose, and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her. Luna let go of her legs and covered her face with her arms, panting for air. She felt Gun remove his fingers from her spasming core, and his lips trailed hot kisses up her body. He stopped to leave a couple of bite marks on her breasts before pulling back to survey his work. Satisfied, Gun moved Luna’s arms so he could get a good look at her.

Tears streaming down her face, Luna pouted. “You’re not fair.” She said in between pants.

Gun leaned in and nibbled on her ear, earning a soft moan. “I warned you I would finish things.”

Without warning, Gun thrust his cock into her, the soft moan turning into a deep cry of pleasure. Luna wrapped her arms around Gun’s neck as he began to trust uncontrollably, not even pausing for her to adjust to his massive size. The pain of the sudden stretch blended with the sweetness of pleasure, and Luna quickly found herself on the brink of another orgasm.

Gun adjusted his position, sliding his arms beneath her legs and tossing them over his shoulders. He leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples, sucking roughly while he brought a hand up to massage the other breast. He swapped sides, wanting to give each equal attention before moving up to lock lips with Luna. Their kisses were filled with need and desire. Luna bit his lip, before giving in to the throes of pleasure as a second orgasm came crashing. She yelled Gun’s name, raking her fingers down his back and leaving red marks.

“Fill me.” She begged. “Please.”

Those words broke what little sanity Gun had left. He bucked his hips a few more times before grinding against Luna, releasing his load. Gun panted heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.

When they were both trembling less, Luna pushed Gun’s face back up and gently placed kisses all over before coming back to his lips. He reciprocated, softly moving his lips against hers. They stopped to breathe, resting their foreheads against one another.

Luna gave a trembling laugh, still somewhat out of breath. “I love you, Gun.”

“I love you.” Gun smiled, placing another warm kiss on her lips.

“Do I get cuddles now?” She asked innocently.

Gun leaned back, a big smirk back on his face. His cock was back standing at attention, ready for another round.

“Who said I was done with you yet?” He teased. “We’re just getting started. Get on your knees.”

That’s when Luna realized she had maybe teased him a little too much.

Gun planned to finish things all. Night. Long.

#gun park #lookism gun #lookism #park jonggun #lookism jonggun #park jong gun #lookism webtoon

[splendentgoddess]

I’m still alive!

Hey everyone. Just checking in to let you all know that I’m alive and well but life has just been AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! lately. 😂

After almost being roasted alive this last summer and each summer for the last few years just continually getting worse and worse (what climate change?) my husband and I have finally decided to move back home to the HIGH desert, rather than the LOW desert where we currently live. Huge, huge difference in summer temps, even when it’s not that significant a difference on paper, because 108F/42.2C is a hell of a lot better than 118F/47.7C, plus it cools off at night there because of the high elevation and cool mountain winds. It’s one of those deserts where as soon as the sun drops, the temperature drops along with it. Not here, where we just simmer in a bowl all night long. I’m tired of the nighttime LOW being in the low 90sF/32.2-33.8C. 

Ugh.

Not to mention it’s like the never ending summer every year, still hot as balls well into the first half of October, at least. It only just now FINALLY feels like autumn here, whereas up in the high desert it cools off seasonally a lot sooner. And they have proper winters there. I miss the winter. 

🎵I miss the winter. A world of fragile things. Look for me in the white forest, hiding in a hollow tree. (Come and find me.)🎵

Here in southern California’s low desert we only sort of have summer and not-summer. There’s an autumn/spring blend where it’s blessedly cool enough to wear sweaters/jumpers without roasting to death, and then far too soon it starts to warm back up again. In February we’re already saying with foreboding “Summer is coming.” But I was willing to put up with it if he was, but my husband is actually a lot more heat sensitive than I am and was genuinely ill multiple times this last summer. With the drastic increase in humidity lately the evaporative cooler also no longer works well, either, so we’d be holed up in the bedroom with the small a/c going while even the kitchen and living room inside our own house was like 90F/32.2C, while the outside temps were over 120F/48.8C.

So we decided we had to get the fuck out, and now for the REALLY good news! My wonderful, loving, absolutely has always been there for us mother, and her current husband, have invited us to come move in with them. Rent. Free. They’re elderly, he’s sickly, it’s a HUGE 4bd house she’s been struggling to take care of all by her lonesome, so we’re going to earn our keep by taking over the basic normal day-to-day household chores (not even like cooking because she loves to cook but I just mean like cleaning, and taking care of weeds in the yard, etc.) and also we won’t be a burden on them financially because we’ll be selling our current home and so will have money in the bank (it’s just a mobile home so it’s not like we’ll be rolling in dough but at least it’s something), plus we’re still going to work a little bit to earn enough money to pay our few remaining bills like car insurance and cellphones, and buy our own food, etc. My husband is a self-employed housekeeper (I made him business cards that say Man Maid, hahaha) and he’s going to keep a handful of his best clients that really don’t want to see him go, and we’ll commute out here bi-weekly since it’s only a two-hour drive, and I will be helping him so he’s not killing himself doing it all by himself anymore. 

I GET TO QUIT MY RETAIL JOB!!! I’m so excited! Hashtag Living The Dream. We’re going to be semi-retired and only working a couple days every two weeks and the rest of the time, guess what? I WILL FINALLY GET TO WORK ON ALL MY WRITING (and reading) THAT I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME FOR. 

*happy dance* 

So yeah, everyone just hang in there, and I hope to soon be a MUCH bigger presence in the fandom again. Our house goes on the market in only a few days. We busted our asses this last month to get it presentable, LOL. I didn’t even really get to enjoy Spooky Season because I was too busy with cleaning the house and packing on my days off, but that’s okay because it’s not like we would’ve gone to go do anything, anyway, since there’s still a fucking plague.

[myperfectdad]

6. Music theory

Author's note: I wrote this story based on photos of a dad I personally know. I couldn't keep the story a secret, but out of respect for this dad's privacy, I removed the photos from the published version. But trust Me, this dad is hot. –JHW

That’s me.  Well, it was me.  Things are a lot different now, and it’s hard to remember everything that happened to make me, well, who I am now.  It all started when he left a few comments on my YouTube channel.

Hey, I really like your music! Wow, this one’s great!  Really enjoyed listening. Your best track yet!  So good, man.

The next day I noticed he subscribed, then he went through my uploads and liked every single one of them.  The next week, he was tagging other YouTubers and driving new listeners to my channel.  Every time I published a new video, he’d be there almost immediately with a compliment.  This was awesome, I had a new fan!

After a few weeks of seeing his likes and comments, I finally DMed him to say thanks, and we got to chatting.  Turns out, he lived just a few towns over, so I invited him to my next live gig.  That night, I kept squinting out into the crowd, trying to figure out who he might be.  I can’t remember being so nervous and excited at a show before.

I was packing up my equipment after the show when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  Surprised, I whirled around and saw a guy standing behind me dressed in a crisp white collared shirt, black necktie, and black leather jacket.  He pulled his hand back and gave me a relaxed smile.

“Sorry,” he said, “didn’t mean to startle you.  Just wanted to introduce myself.  I’m Jay.”

My eyes went wide.  This was Jay?  This was my number one fan?  I don’t know what I expected him to look like, but seeing him in person set my heart beating faster.  I stumbled through an introduction, felt his firm handshake, and stammered my way through some small talk.  Everything about him–his size, his beard, his green eyes, his necktie–seemed to distract me and get my thoughts all jumbled.  To this day, I can’t remember what we talked about, but I remember how the conversation ended.

“Listen, man,” he said, “I’ve got to run, but I’d love to see you again.  Could I buy you a cup of coffee or a beer sometime?”

I wanted to say yes more than anything, but nerves and self-consciousness got the better of me.  “That’s kind of you to offer, Jay,” I said, “but I’m old enough to be your dad.”

“I know.”

He let those two words linger in silence between us for what felt like forever.  The whole time, his eyes remained locked on mine.  I don’t know why I didn’t break eye contact.  Gazing into his eyes just felt so right.  Eventually–I don’t know after how long–he ended our impromptu staring contest and handed me a card.

“That’s my number,” he said, tapping it.  “And on the back is a QR code that links to some of my music.  I’d love to know what you think.

It’s hard to remember our parting words, but I remember exactly how it felt when his hand brushed against mine.  I listened to his music in the car on my way home, and I loved it.  I can’t tell you exactly what it sounded like, but that didn’t matter.  It still doesn’t.  By the time I turned onto my street, I was practically jumping out of my skin from how much I wanted to call him.  I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed his music.  I wanted to accept his offer for a date.

We started spending a lot of time together after that; chats over coffee, dinner and drinks after work, even making music together on the weekends.  Every time we saw each other, I felt that same combination of admiration and respect, and it only grew as we got closer.  Some nights, we’d have so much fun hanging out that we’d lose track of time.  When it was late, I always offered to let him stay the night.  Eventually, one night became two, then a week, then a month.  We had so much in common and had such a good time together, I completely forgot he was younger.  He helped me grow my YouTube channel to the point where it was actually making money!  The night I got my first big check, he clapped me on the shoulder and held his other hand out.

“Hand it over,” he said.

“My check?  Why do you want it?”

“Because I’ve got something I want to buy for you.”

That stare again.  I’d noticed it a few times, but with more and more frequency lately.  It felt like whenever Jay wanted something from me, he’d fix that gaze on me and everything would go fuzzy after that.  I started to feel it again.  Confusion made me doubt myself, but that immediately vanished.  Of course Jay knew what was best for me.  He’d done so much to help me already that it was only right for him to take the check.  I handed it over without another word.

A week later, he was watching a movie on the sofa while I stood behind him and massaged his shoulders.  I heard a package being dropped at the door.  That happened a lot; Jay liked buying new things for our house.  He got up and collected the box, then tore it open with that confident smile that drove me wild.

“I got you a present,” he said as he lifted a black leather jacket out of the box.

I looked at the jacket with desiring eyes.  It was exactly like the one Jay wore, but made to fit me.  I reached out to take it, but Jay snatched it away.

“Not so fast,” he said with a mock serious tone.  “Go upstairs and change first.”

He didn’t need to say anything else.  I hurried up the stairs into my new bedroom–Jay had moved himself into the master bedroom and gave me the spare room instead–and threw open the closet, where hung a row of identical crisp, white shirts and a dozen black neckties on hooks.  Over the last few weeks, my sweaters and t-shirts and jeans started to vanish from my wardrobe, replaced with these white collared shirts and ties, but I never paid much attention to it.  It just never seemed to matter.  Plus, I loved dressing just like Jay.  Every time I knotted my necktie snugly against my throat, I knew how proud he would be of me for dressing like a perfect gentleman.

Back downstairs, Jay slid the leather jacket over my shoulders, then turned me around and zipped it up by torso and chest.  That stare again.  It felt so damn good.

“Looks great,” he said with a cocky smile, then gestured to his own matching jacket.  “Like father, like son, eh, Dad?”

I blinked.  “What?”

“Like father, like son, right?”

My head felt strange, like I was trying to listen to two different pieces of music at the same time.  I tried to shake the feeling away, but it persisted.  Two sets of memories battled over my mind, and for a second it felt like both of them would lose.

Then, I felt my son’s hand on my shoulder.  My son?  Jay?  I looked into his eyes, his powerful, dominant eyes, and smiled.  I love my son Jay.

“I’m great, Son,” I growled with desire.  “Thank you for the gift, it’s perfect.”

“And you’re perfect, too, Dad,” he said.  Then, with a smirk, he sat back down on the sofa.  “Now get back to work.  These shoulders aren’t going to massage themselves.”

My eyes glazed over and I immediately complied.  I was happy to take good care of my handsome, dominant son.

#gay dad #gay #dad #male tf

[onceuponanaromantic]

Searching The Night: An Analysis of Roads

(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial​‘s prompt FFF165: A Mere Relic. Not connected to anything else I’m working on. Enjoy!)

It was as dark as a night could be. It was as cold as a night could be. It was as rainy as a night could be. It was on this night where a young woman wandered the streets. Her hair was plastered to her head and the back of her olive green jacket in dark ropes. Her liner ran, in dark trails down the patches where her foundation had smudged. Light puddled in potholes as she walked in the sidewalk, her worn boots splashing through dips in the pavement. 

Her footsteps were aimless, though she kept her head down and her stride steady to prevent people from asking her where she was going. It was not a busy time of day: most people having retired already or being on their way home. To her left, cars whizzed by, leaving rainbow trails of oil and dirt as they went. The occasional motorcycle and bus ran through the stream, dappling the streetlight as they went. She was a long way from where she was supposed to be, but it was better than being on campus. 

The young woman tucked her hands in her pockets, running the toe of one boot along the ridge near a bus stop. She threw up a lazy middle finger at the brightly coloured billboard, advertising a new mascara with the picture of a lovely bright-eyed girl with shining pale skin and open, laughing lashes. She thought of her sisters, and their tired eyes and the calloused hands ever since their parents had kicked her out, and turned away. 

She walked further away, feeling the icy touch of the rain slashing against her cheek when her phone rang. 

Cursing, she hurried back to the bus stop. Once under shelter, she wiped her face with her sleeve, quickly swiping all her hair back so it did not hang in limp strands over her face. When she answered the call, it was to the sound of pots clanging and some radio show playing in the background. She hastily swallowed, coughing slightly as she did, before putting a smile into her voice as she spoke to her sister.

“Hello?”

“-- dinner?”

“What?” There was an ensuing clang and the sound of the radio show being turned down. Somewhere, hands wiped themselves down on the nearest cloth and she heard a voice as if from a distance away from the receiver. 

“Are you coming for dinner?” Her sister said, finally after all the sound dies down, voice muffled in the way that it always does when she sticks her phone between her shoulder and her head to talk as she uses her hands.

“No, sorry.” She replied. “I’m working on something in uni tonight so I’m staying over the weekend.”

“Oh!” Her sister picked something up and put it down again, muttering incomprehensibly. “Are you in your dorm?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, well then I suppose I’m alone tonight.” Her sister said cheerfully, if a bit dryly. “Rin is working late too. She said she’ll just get something on the way home.”

She swallowed, again, clearing the hoarseness of silence and cold from her throat. “Right.”

“If you feel like coming over, let me know though.” Her sister patted herself distractedly. “Where is that– I was just holding on to it– what was I holding on to again– ugh. Anyway, I’m probably going to make extra in any case just in case she’s still hungry when she gets home. You’re welcome to it too if you stop by.”

The sound of the storm echoed on her sister’s side, a thunder clap rattling through the air. “Jialat. I forgot to close the windows. Hang on ah–”

The windows creaked closed. “Yah, anyway, if you feel like dropping by just come lah.”

“I will.” She said, knowing plain well that she would not.

“How’s your studying going?” 

“Okay.” 

A cacophony of horns sounded from her sister’s end. “Drive like that also can ah, you chao cheebai.” Her sister seemed to turn back to the receiver. “Some asshole just swerved and nearly hit my building. Asshole just avoided a pedestrian.” She seemed to catch herself. “Ah, you just remember not to talk like me while in school, can.”

She remained silent, letting her sister’s voice wash over her. Her sister had spent years carefully training herself out of her accent, while they were growing up. But it slipped out sometimes, when she got upset. Or when she was happy enough not to care, like when she had finally saved enough to pay for her to do any course she wanted in university.

“You know, today there was this lady, one of my colleagues in the lab, who asked me where’s my husband? And I was like, no husband. Then she asked about my boyfriend. And of course I laughed.”

Her sister rattled on. “Yeah, apparently she’s got two children, both primary school. I said that it was great, of course. Anyway, I told her that my sister is in university now.”

“Ah.” 

“Yeah, don’t worry, she asked what you did but I said you were still deciding.” There is a faint note of pride in her sister’s voice.

“Right.” She shifted uncomfortably. There was another rattle as her sister threw together ingredients. She recognised that sound, the faint rattle of the old rice cooker a relic from their first flat. It meant that her sister was cooking pork, because she only used that old thing when she cooked the warm braised pork that she liked. Her stomach growled a little. 

“Ah–”

She yelped, cutting off her sister accidentally as a car sped past, a wave of dirty water coming to spill over her. “Fuck, shit, kanina lah–”

“Mari? Are you okay?” 

“Yeah– shit, some guy just drove past and drenched me. Fuck.”

Her sister shifted her phone. “Didn’t you say you were in your dorm? Where are you?”

She shivered, trying to wring the dirty water out of her clothes. 

“Amaris? Are you okay?”

“...Not really.” 

“Do you need me to come get you?” Her keys clinked, as her sister turned off the fire, rustling away as she collected her things. “Where are you?”

“... I don’t know.” Her voice was slightly panicked as she looked around. 

“It’s okay.” Her sister was soft and soothing. “Turn on your phone’s bluetooth, I’ll come find you.”

She burst into tears. 

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Her sister said, “I’ll come and get you and you can tell me about it, okay?”

#flash fiction friday #fff165 #a mere relic #the dialect in qn in singlish #they're mostly curses HAHA

[mindbleeds]

Notebooks found after flood 12/27/22

Focused on good steps

See how easily your mind can shift

Going from negative and questioning

To authentic sturdy positivity

It seems trivial at times, when really its just a misconception of the value in being/keeping simplicity

A bit past three and there is nobody around. A little fucked up, here silence is the loudest sound. Becoming better and making changes. A bit distraught I am just filling up these lines on these pages. Repeating how im not good enough for him. A sea of thoughts that I am drowingng in. If I told you that things get better then Id be lying. Dont know how to make this all right again, but im trying. When the breeze picks up, I hope to drift away. And when the pain sets in, I hope you choose to stay

Tonight I wont sleep. Keep me awake in your dreams. Tomorrow might give reason as to what this all means. For now, this porch is a santuary. And one more sleepless night reinstills my obscure sanity

Here I stand, commencing a peaceful celebration at the edge of this continent. It happens every single morning and night. 

Mother Nature provides us with moments to remain in

Filled with music, lights, and entertain ment

All we have to do is be present

Give back to her the gift of whole hearted embracement

See the natural beauty of all of earths creations

Surrounding you

And find

Youre one of them as well

We stood at the edge of what we had imagined forever might feel like

We found shelther in a cave where darkness and the cold became our home. We came to love it and came to know what the other on of us was

I couldnt hold these words for you any longer

They all held remnants of so many honeysuckle sunsets

That led to nights of staying up far too late

I thought you werent meant to say things like “sleep well babe” to people that didnt matter

But you do

You did

And so I did

And now all thats left are all of these heavy baskets I was forced to bring in off from the front porch

Sheilding them from getting wet and potentially smearing

In case you might need something from them again

But I need to give them back today

Got to let them go and weave a new basket

All these baskets that are filled with left over remnants of honeysuckle sunsets and pine needle nights

On a foggy beach, misty afternoon. The empty shore goes further than my eyes can see. Footprints from the early risers on their morning beach-jogs. Riddled with craters from heavy raindrops hitting. The ocean is a deeper navy than im used to seeing and its extra foamy. As it washes up it leaves little trinkets along the coast for beach goers to collect and give to loved ones. I come across a shell thats perfectly unweathered. I hold it in my palm for a minute and admire its natural beauty then I toss it back into the ocean and I make a wish

Barefooted where the water washes up and over my unpainted toenails of my tatted foot. Its picturesque the way that I sink in deeper with each rise and drift of the tide. For such a chillu early spring day the water is warm. On the horizon cargo ships move along. I always wonder what they are carrying and where its going to. I wonder if people think the same things as I do. A few people pass by, they simple and I smile too. 

I move a little ways from the water and up onto a lifeguard tower. From here I can see the city through the fog. I stay here for a while until I remember my peace. Long enough for the mist to go away and for teh gaurds to tell me Ive got to go. I breathe in the salty air. And draw a picture in the sand. Wash mu feet before I get to the parking lot, and into my car. A quiet drive back to shleter and my bed. Tonight I will rest easy. Thanks to the ocean once again

Greedy eyes better look away. See how they long to step inside my mind without an invitation and I cant break from the state of flux im in where I am drowning out all distractions and building up this creative vision

Grateful just to be livin unlimited and elevated. Forming word clusters resonating with my soul of an indigo hue vibrating higher feel what I can do

Laying it down. Countless times. Consider this a refresher

Let the beauty come pouring out. Long enough it has been running through my veins. Undneath all this pain a sparkle remained in both of my eyes on the most unexpected of days, it became known again. It was that little bit of magic that kept me and still keeps me going. 

To know that in the midst of everything, magic can happen, wounds heal, grace saves, and it is possible for something liek you to search so deep within yourself- not to find any sort of answer but to discover further and more in depth who you are and what you are here to bring to the world. So that in everything you do it is eveyrhitng you are. And you do it so humbly even angels admire it. You are waking up into something more

Connected surpassing all the times I felt neglected

You’re here, right?

Say you rage so hard, right?

Time to put that mentality to the test

Im the neutral party here

Youre the one who’s working the show

Im living and listening

Gotta vent? Get it out

Trying to just shove it all on me? Cut that shit now

Look twice

But dont question even once

Actually really living without regrets

Giving zero fucks, actually

Few are capable of handling me

My ppl know when to leave it alone

And I give it back ten fold their direction

See I show up

Not only for you regularly

But also for me

Selfish

But look how I radiate

Sit back and question

How could I do it any other way

Than this one

This right here counts

Real is what matters

Theyll turn to view the artist

Find goodness and beauty along the way

Seeking it out 

On display 

In a gloomy distraught place

New creators will find their voices

Visionaries will be forced to adjust in the shift

Into alignment with natures message

Theyll be the ones who interpret it

This is what we need

To feel lonely, overwhelmed

Totally clueless about what will happen

For somewhere in that. Fear and desparation

We are bound to discover a newfound hope

So feel what youre feeling

Stay plugged in

Take breaks and remember to

Breathe

I know we will get to a better tomorrow eventually

Rest now

Take it one day at a time 

Sure, youre inside

But are you going to look outside of yourself or go and lock the front door

Look out your window and feel lucky enough to have shelter?

Will it all go back to normal like ti was or is this our chance to redefine normal”? Will you let the anxieties of being completely not in control define and dictace your days or can you pause to know every person is feeling thatanxiety to varying degrees? Wake up to the goodness buried in there

(About 2020)

Sit down take a secodn feel the ground take a breath in and hold it still 1 2 3 4 now let it out

Its a mystery whats left to come thats why I love it

I let myself fall deeply into some of the most unassuming moments

Wouldnt call it something beautiful but theres something great about it

It doesnt happen on purpose

Its only real to me when it unintentionally happens

Force makes it feel fake

This is the push of the universe. Im reciebing gifts I dont deserve

Writing about what im feeling is probably good

Putting it into words- I tend to jump and overanalyze/. Theres a pandemic happening and somehow I dont feel all that panicked- its odd but this isnt about me

Speak only when its time to say checkmate

Write in silence

Gotta let me

E s c a p e 

Into that void

This empty space

No time

Total lack of linear structure

Where I find

Whats incomprehendable to a simple mind

All I know is that this one thing right here

See,

This

Is 

Mine

She does the work and does whats right. Reads up on Jesus to celebrate easter with her family respectfully though to the norm (nam?) she respectfully declines. heartwarmth she is the buddha in the studio. 

Run it. Make me ratchet. Make it crave it till I ask please can I have it

He settles for what he can take

All that he makes

Gets swept away

Hes always running towards heartbreak

Cause its his own

Hes out to shake

She wants so badly to let him in

Hes wearing thing

Her chest caves in

And so does his

One final leap

Today begins

Sunlight

Golden beams hit my body 

Shadows on my ribs

Craters and waves

The ocean, my soft skin

When its broken down be motivated by the sounds - like how when it stops in the surroundings- still we create- loud

Containment makes it worse

Theyre like “do this”

Meanwhile im trying to explain how hard it is to write relevantly but how easy it is to write about a bathroom door

Indeed

Now that Ive found him there is no sense In making myself be grounded

Know that when its forever

It just keeps getting better

I tried to wrap my head around coincidenece

Couldnt make sense of it

Then I met him

The calm of letting things go

Breathing, feeling, living and feeling whole on my own

Its all because he found me

So many weights disappeared and were lifted

I sort of always knew that Im gifted

Searching for that gifts purpose

Could I return it? 

Give it back to the betterment of whatever is left thats still good?

When I come back

I reiterate

It isnt over yet

Matter of face

This is only jsut the start

Soo ill take on my role

Quite literally play my part

Selfish as it seems from your perspective

This is always for you

Not me

Drip

Drift

Descend

Fall 

In

To

Fade away into Neverland

Wild dreams that speak

Are filtered

Outrageous thoughts

Deemed too controversial

Well im craving an uproar

Desiring the upside down 

Pray that we lose all sense of normal

To be forced into a new right side up

Maybe then 

People change

Maybe then

Weve still got a fighting chance

To make this a better place

When its my turn to speak

Listen from a “all the past is erased” point of view

Im here to say

We can make it happen

Youve got to be with me the whole way

Is the ceiling caving in or is it exploding?

Feeling weightless yet grounded in the moment

I lost track of all the days last week

I think

That Ive got no clue what im even really thinking

But when im just feeling like this

It feels so right to just go with it

I move

Are you with me

Pray you dont ever forget

Its me who is in charge 

Of the pace of this

The ebbs and flows

The waves youve been riding

Thats all me

Always will be

Always has been

There is no next step

There is only here

There is only now

Just this moment

To take up residency in

At a table

Surrounded by a bunch of tall grass

And weeds

The light is shining down, you can see it really clearly

The river thats ahead is canopied by trees and the birds on all the wispy branches are out there singing the songs that they sing

I am intricately interwoven 

Into this tapestry of life

Some days I know exactly what I am doing and where I am going

Other days I have absolutely no ideas

This does not slow me down becasue I trust the process of it all

I carry a sack full of goals and ambitions with me. I dream alot. Visions are what I feel I can hold onto. They get clearer the more time I devote to developing them. The more I alloow myself to jsut be, the more abundant they/it becomes. The more that I surrender to the wild excitement that comes along with living, the happier and calmer I become. I am opening myself up to more movement with no real expectation fo what that might lead me to. I am worthy of this journey. I am here

I am willing

And I am always ready to take on whatever life hands me

The smell of the river mixed with bug spray

The red cardinal waiting for me patiently at the front door

Calm and at ease

Pleasant

My head rests on my knee

A fresh start

Still it sort of seems the same

Im learning the value in that

How to not just shy away

How to allow

Take in

Hold on

Feel

Impact

Let go

Release

Reverberate within the atmosphere

Its sort of smelly here

Then again, so am I 

My god its been a while since Ive been able to just sit back and relax 

Like we used to do back when we still felt like kids

Feels like ages since back then, hard to believe how much weve grown

But im so glad that we grew the way we have

I know that nothing can erase the past

No substnace is gonna change what is fact

Im okay with all of that

I wont ever deny whats true or withold any of the details of my story and struggle

I stand by saying all I did had to be done 

I feel like I might be capable of getting this message through and across

You cannot blame yourself for being guarded. 

Closing off

For protecting your once-soft heart that over time was hardened

I know its hard, that people can be mean

They can backstab and betray you. I  know its easier to just get up and walk away than it is to wait around for someone when youve become so accustomed to how they all leave. I cant promise you that everyday will be sprinkled with magic and glitter but I can tell you that one day, the right ones will come along, and youll know theyre the right ones to come because they are the ones who will stay.

Proud of how you have fought to not push them away

[bigaladventures]

Days 11-13: Kansas City MO ➡️ Wilson KS ➡️ Denver CO

Tuesday, September 13, 2022 

Another city, another state, more surprises! Kansas City, like St Louis, was rich in local history and culture. While most of my stay was dedicated to preparing for my upcoming journey into the wilderness, I did have the opportunity to take a tour of some local sites and neighborhoods with a well regarded historian: my cousin Drew of course (seriously he is a history professor at University of Missouri Kansas City, how lucky can I get?). 

After I finished my errands (stocking up on food and also getting some warmer gear - forecast was for it to be pretty cold at night when I got to the parks of the Rocky Mountains), Drew took me to the World War I monument and museum. It was too late in the day to go inside the museum, but I got the full history from Drew, not only of the monument, but of Kansas City more broadly. 

I learned so much! Here’s a lightning round:

The KCMO WWI monument was the largest WWI monument built in the post WWI era

Many WWI memorials were converted to WWI + WWII monuments after WWII, because many cities didn’t have much funding to build secondary memorials

KCMO’s WWI monument remains the only dedicated WWI monument because the city had no funding to expand it to WWI+WWII

As you may have already noticed, the monument itself looks very phallic, and as such the gay male community decided to make it their local pickup spot

The entrance to the WWI museum is designed to resemble a WWI trench

KCMO has more theaters per capita than any other US city

KCMO was a big mafia town in the 20s, and prohibition was very loosely enforced there. People used to come to drink and party! 

KCMO has one of the worst histories of redlining, and is still a heavily racially divided city

After the tour, we returned home to enjoy dinner with JJ - she made her famous macaroni and cheese. This was a better local delicacy than the prior day’s BBQ. In fact, it smelled and looked so good that I forgot to take a picture! 

I spent the evening packing and getting ready to start the journey to Denver on Wednesday.

Wednesday, September 14, 2022 

In the morning, I woke up early to say goodbye to JJ and practice Yoga / Tai Chi with Drew on the beautiful backyard platform that he had built this past year. He helped me pack up the car again, this time full of food and water! I was finally prepared to launch a weeks worth of camping! 

The drive across Kansas really surprised me. I expected Kansas to look similar to Michigan and Illinois, but the landscape is different. It’s drier and actually hillier. And there are spots where the original prairie ecosystem is preserved, due to the rocky topography making it difficult to farm. 

I learned this because during the drive, I saw a sign for “National Tall Grass Prairie Conservation Site” - so I spontaneously turned off at the exit and went to find the scenic view. 

It blew me away, and not just because there was a pretty gusty breeze. Again and again on this trip the places I least expected have brought me some of the most enrichment. I thought Kansas was going to be a big flat bunch of nothing sitting between me and the Rocky Mountains. Little did I know, I actually have found the prairie lands to be the some of most beautiful nature I have seen on this trip! 

After my prairie land pit stop, I hopped back in the car and drove straight to my campsite to make sure I had time to set up my car camper and make dinner before sunset. 

The location: Ad Astra Missile Silo Adventure Park in Wilson Kansas. 

Never heard of it? Neither had I, but I found it looking on camping apps for somewhere to stay on the way from Denver from Kansas City.  It’s really amazing how technology has changed the camping experience - you can find campsites and read reviews on multiple apps like The Dyrt, Campspot, and even Google. I love how much safer it feels (and is) with these services available - I honestly don’t know if I would have done this trip the way I am if I didn’t have these resources! 

Ad Astra was extremely highly rated by other travelers . And as the name suggests it is located on an abandoned Missile Silo, and it is also in the middle of a wind farm. Yep, I slept outside in a beautiful prairie the middle of a wind farm, to the sound of crickets and cicadas. It was basically a dream I never knew I had come true. 

The campsite was secluded, but close enough to other people that I felt both safe and like I could get some peace and quiet. I arrived at about an hour and a half before sunset, which gave me just enough time to unpack my things, set up camp, and cook  my first solo-prepped outdoor meal: pizza! Yes, you can make pizza a few different ways in the wild (in a frying pan or in a tin foil oven).

My car camping setup worked out fantastic for this first night out. I had spent a lot of time researching and planning, and I only made one (moderately sized) mistake with my gear setup, which was that I bought camp cookware that is incompatible (too big) with my JetBoil stove. At some point I’ll do an entire entry about my gear favorites, must haves and should have left homes, but today is not that day 😆.

As you all saw from my little teaser preview post last week, the sunset was absolutely stunning in Kansas - the best one I’ve seen on the trip so far (and I finished this entry after having spent 4 days in Rocky Mountain National Park). It reminded me of a west coast sunset in the way that the horizon just stretches on for miles and miles and you can practically see the curve of the earth. When the sky is so big all around you it makes you feel small in the best way possible: it’s a reminder of our simultaneous insignificance and impact on this precious planet. 

I got a decent nights sleep except that I woke up in the middle of the night because the moon was so bright that I thought it was morning! When morning really did come there was a gorgeous pink sunrise. 

Thursday, September 15, 2022 

Before heading out from Ad Astra, I took the tour of the missile silo offered by Matthew, the owner and manager of the property. What a fascinating experience! I didn’t know that nuclear warfare technology had been evolving so quickly during the 1960s that the federal government built these many-multi-million-dollar silos, only to abandon them within a 5-year timeframe of construction. 

If you watched Lost, you might remember the bunker the characters discover — the silo reminded me so much of that. It went down 9+ stories underground and had the biggest HVAC system I’ve ever seen (very exciting to me given my professional background). The walls were made of 9ft thick concrete! 

Matthew has a huge dream for converting the missile silo: In addition to operating a campsite and RV park on the grounds, he plans to create event spaces, a wellness center, and if he can raise the money, develop the silo into a sort of space travel preparedness camp / space museum. He is also using the property to showcase sustainable technologies, like the anaerobic digestion toilet that powers a cookstove! 

All in all, A+ for Ad Astra! 

After the tour, I drove about 6.5 hours to Denver. The weather had forecast T-storms, and boy were they right. I ended up having to pull off the highway to a gas station to let the torrential downpours pass. And as a result, I also got to witness a beautiful rainbow! 

Driving towards Denver, the Rocky Mountains literally feel like they just pop out of nowhere. First, they look like a faint outline, and then all of a sudden, they are there, bursting out of the flat plain towards the heavens.

Finally, I collapsed exhausted into bed at the Fairfield Inn in Lakewood, CO. I needed to get a great nights sleep for my first big camping weekend in Rocky Mountain National Park! 

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

>>><<<

A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

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