#pause why is there combine burger

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 7)

Ruben Dias x Reader - Yours To Keep

I love jealous Ruben 😩

Where Ruben becomes terribly jealous after a guy flirts with reader without her knowledge.

Enjoy!

You had cravings. Many of them. You craved anything sweet, sour, salty and spicy. And if it came in Supersize you craved that too. But since you started dating Ruben you often hesitated giving into these cravings. Not because you were ashamed of them but because you were respectful of Ruben's healthy lifestyle choices and didn't mind living up to them as well.

Lately, however, your cravings had started to increase. You suspected that your period was on the way, but when it failed to arrive on time, you had no other choice than to allow yourself a little treat. Luckily, Ruben understood your needs as a woman and, like a gentleman, offered to pay for your monthly binge.

"Hey, can I get a double cheeseburger with fries, please?"

You arrived at your nearest McDonald's and skipped towards the counter to place your order. Ruben followed closely behind you, like the walking wallet that he was.

"Sure, anything for you, love. Would you like to order a dipping sauce to go with those fries?"

"I thought it came with a dipping sauce?"

The guy taking your order looked to be in his early twenties. He had jet black hair and blue eyes, a very unique genetic combination.

"Not really, we charge extra for that, but for you darling...." A wink. "It's on the house."

"Oh, that's very kind of you." You blushed. "Ruben, would you like to order anything?"

"No."

You turned to him. "But you said you could eat?"

He shrugged his shoulders, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "What can I say," He said, clenching his jaw. "I lost my appetite."

"Alright." You turned back to the guy behind the counter. "That'll be all, thanks."

"Cool, one double cheeseburger menu for the girl with the beautiful smile."

You were excited. A little too excited to be honest. You couldn't wait to get home to enjoy your food and started nibbling on your fries in the middle of the road. You would have gotten a taste of you burger too if it hadn't been for Ruben, refusing to wait up for you as he walked ahead.

"Baby slow down," You said. "You're walking too fast."

Ruben, however, kept on walking ahead of you with obnoxiously long strides.

"Ruben?"

"Well hurry up then?"

You paused.

Ruben turned around and noticed the distance between you. What's worse is that he let out an eye rolling sigh before making his way back to you, offering you his hand. "Alright, let's go."

You took his hand but couldn't shake the feeling that you had done something to upset him. All was forgotten, however, when you arrived back to Ruben's apparment and he took the opportunity to hop in the shower while you plotted down in the living room, making yourself a spread of your food, enjoying it in front of the TV.

After devouring your meal, you couldn't help but wonder why it took so long for Ruben to join you.

"Baby?"

You got up and started searching for him.

"Ruben, where are...you."

You found him in the bedroom, on the bed, with his legs extended as he scrolled through his phone.

"Aren't you joining me?"

Ruben looked up from his screen and noticed you standing in the door. "Have you finished eating?"

"Yes, why?"

"I bet you enjoyed it." He muttered.

"Right...." You entered the room and made your way over to the bed, taking a seat.  "Clearly something is bothering you Ruben and you haven't told me what."

"Nothing's bothering me." He chirped, although his eyes refused to meet yours, returning to his phone.

"Right. So if nothing is bothering you why can't you join me for a movie night like you said you would?"

Ruben sighed as he put down his phone. "What can I say Y/N, I'm not in the mood anymore. It happens."

"Yes, but not twice in one night."

"Huh?"

"First, you say you've lost your appetite and make me order all of that food for myself. Then you snap at me in the street for enjoying the food, and now you want to skip our movie night like we hadn't planned for it all week. If you want to break up with me, just say it to my face, Ruben. Don't try to push me away."

It was as if time froze momentarily, capturing the intensity of what you just said. Once it thawed, Ruben looked to batt out of his foul mood, a frightened look in his eyes. "Y/N, I..."

"God, with all your mood swings, it's like you're the pregnant one, not me."

"I...what?"

Your eyes winded, regretting blurring that out. "I'm....not...or I'm not sure. But I'm late." You nodded.

"Late?" Ruben looked to just have seen a ghost passing by.

You nodded. "My period is late and I've been having cravings." Ruben looked to protest. "Not like my usual cravings." You added.

He made his way towards you, reaching for your face as if to inspect it. However, Ruben's hand only went to dry a fallen tear. You had failed to notice that you were crying.

"Is it mine."

"The baby?"

"Yes?"

"Of course the baby is yours, Ruben. Who else would it be?"

"I don't know, perhaps that guy from McDonald's..."

"I knew it!" You exclaimed. "I fucking knew it."

Ruben looked confused. "What?"

"You were jealous of that guy, weren't you?"

"W...what, no? What guy?"

"Don't play dumb with me now Ruben.  Admit it. You were jealous of that guy working at McDonald's."

"Why would I be?" Ruben pouted. "I bet he hands out free dipping sauces to every girl with a beautiful smile."

"How tragic." You smirked. "I never knew you to be the jealous type. It really doesn't suit you, you know."

"I am not..."

You squealed as you were tackled onto the matress, Ruben pinning you down with all his weight. You laughed in his ear as he nibbled your throat. "Tell me Y/N, why would I be jealous of some guy working at McDonald's when you're having my baby, huh? Answer that question for me....

You stiffened below him.

"Y/N?" Ruben immediately sensed it and pushed himself off you, giving you the space. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking down.

"I haven't decided yet...."

"Decided what?"

You sat up. "I haven't decided if I should keep it, the baby."

Ruben frowned. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Ruben shrugged. "Why not? I'm keeping you. If that comes with a baby, so be it."

You were speechless, more so because the way Ruben was acting today, being jealous of such a silly thing like a McDonald's dipping sauce, told you that the guy was really into you. It brought assurance that you didn't know you needed.

"Y/N, you okay?"

Just like that, he was there again, Ruben, reaching for your face, wiping unwanted tears.

You smiled.  "Then I guess I'm yours to keep."

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #seven days of requests

[totentnz]

@silverv-week day 1 // soulmates

set in: au: watch the world burn, circa 2018 v & johnny are soulmates but it's complicated, this is probably confusing for those unfamiliar with my v & my AUs but this was fun!

"you still talkin' to v?"

"who?"

"v. you two were... nevermind."

johnny hadn't seen her in months, he genuinely forgot about her. though that didn't mean he wasn't thinking about her. he used to run into her all the time - by accident, but these days she was nowhere to be found.

a cracked cellphone screen reminded him of her, about that time he asked around about her day job on a hot summer day and how he ended up at a tech shop in some alley, an annoyed v sitting inside, fixing some gonk's gunked up phone.

he entered the shop, a bell rang as he opened the door, she was unphased by the sound. the place was small and somehow it was even hotter inside. the netrunner was the only person inside though light spilled out from the room in the back. a speaker was sitting on her desk, slipknot was playing at what he guessed was maximum volume.

"you work in this dump?" he asked, his voice raised in an attempt to overpower corey taylor. v had been mouthing the lyrics of the song but stopped as soon as she heard him though she continued to move her head to the rhythm of the song.

"no, i'm here 'cause o' the wicked vibes." there was sarcasm in her voice which seemed uncalled for, this place must've been heaven for any runner, so much information was stored on these devices and folks were even paying you to take it off of them.

she was prying the protective layer off the phone in her hands when she pointed at a screen on her desk. "input whatever's wrong with it on there. then give it to me." she explained, not even looking up at him, clearly customer service wasn't her forte.

johnny wasn't here to have anything fixed however so he placed the laptop he had brought with him on her desk. "i can't help ya if ya don--" she began as she placed her tools down, clearly ready to give him an ear full but stopped when she took a look at the device.

"huh." she tilted her head and looked at him, then back at her laptop. she grabbed it and opened it up, typing something in before closing it again. "where'd you find this?"

"in my car. where ya left it." he replied and she finally looked at him now, scanning him from head to toe. she took her time and it was all there: the lingering gaze on his cock and prosthetic in combination with a quick bite on her lower lip. she knew who he was and it got him excited for the inevitable revelation.

"oh. it's you." she paused for a moment and he gave her his best shit-eating smirk - she squinted. "jimmy?"

"johnny." he corrected, there was no way she was being serious right now, she had to recognise him, he was known for more than just his music, especially in night city. "silverhand. hired ya for a gig yesterday?" he tried to jog her memory though her gaze remained unchanged.

"right, right. 'course." she pointed at his arm and then at his face, nodding. "thanks." she tapped the closed laptop with her fingers before placing it underneath her desk. she leaned back and looked at him again before resting her feet on the table. johnny pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his arms.

"so, johnny silverhand. got a feelin' ya didn't return this outta the kindness o' ya heart." she grinned and with a flick of her wrist checked the time on her watch.

truth be told he wasn't sure why he decided to find her, if she wanted her shit back she should go look for it herself but she had intrigued him last night.

the second random encounter was perhaps the best one: he didn't expect to see her there in her stupid little borg-burger uniform, putting on her best customer service voice, being nice. he found out later that she was fired from that job, supposedly she assaulted a customer after they were being rude, that was more like her. sometimes when he would enter the diner late at night after a show there was a tinge in his chest, half expecting half hoping for her to be there but she never was there to wait his table.

when he was on stage, looking down at the pit he often thought he saw her moshing with some guy like she used to when they were... not dating but it was never her. they idea of her being there -- or perhaps her absence lit a fire in him though and the performance that followed was fuckin preem every time.

but she wasn't on his mind and he didn't want to know where she was or what she was up to. she was just another pair of tits that mixed in with countless others, a few nights of fun, meaningless.

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"'member johnny?"

"who?"

"johnny. you got his signature on your ass?"

"riiiiight. actually, it's on my thigh."

the image of him did flick through her mind every now and then, like the dias she used to look through when she was working at the retro store.

he taught her about lucky cigarettes, cursing her with the memory of him every time she opened a new pack, maybe that was the reason she swapped to rolling her own.

she had just pulled a cigarette from a freshly opened pack and was about to start smoking it when he stopped her.

"what're ya doin'?" he almost yelled, taking a step towards her to pull it out of her mouth.

"what?!" this irritated her, she needed that smoke right now and could do without his little games.

"never heard of lucky cigs?" he placed his own cigarette between his lips and took the pack from her.

"it's a lil' ritual." he explained and with a flick of his finger he flipped the cigarette around.

"pick a random cig," he raised the hand holding the flipped one slightly.

"put it back in, that's the lucky one." he winked.

"ya don't say." she retorted, rolling her eyes and taking the pack back from him with some force.

"ya smoke that one last." he pointed at the pack and v pulled out a different cigarette, placing it between her lips.

"if anyone wants to bum one and it's the lucky one." he exhaled some smoke into the cold night air. "they buy ya a new pack." he reached into his pocket with his free hand to get his lighter.

"how often does that happen?" she asked and johnny leaned in to light it for her, the fire illuminated his face, bringing out all his beauty and flaws at the same time. as she took the first drag and their eyes locked onto each other she wondered what she looked like to him.

"more often than ya might think." he shrugged and leaned back, putting some distance between them.

occasionally when she entered the atlantis she would scan the bar for his figure, she still owed him a drink or maybe he owed one to her, she wasn't sure. she would listen to rogue talk about him - they were fucking now - and conveniently disappear whenever he would show up.

one day she noticed that there were no more samurai patches on her backpack. she did enjoy their music even before she started fucking the rocker, though she never admitted that to him. the patches were constantly rearranged and maybe she had forgotten to sew those back on, replaced them with other bands, better bands.

after some time she forgot all about him. she knew who johnny silverhand was, especially after he went out with a bang, but none of the moments they shared were attached to that name, he was some guy she had fun with, nothing more.

#sammy says shit #sammy writes shit #silvervweek #otp; just the two of us #au: watch the world burn #oc:v #not to sound like a broken record but i needed to stop looking at this LMAO #as usual im not satisfied with it but i dont think i will ever be #still fun though #to elaborate a little: v and johnny *are* soulmates #but that doesnt mean they always end up with each other for good #in this they think about each other all the time but then ... also forget they remembered? you know memory is funny and all that

[sauriansolutions]

I was going to do something more with this originally, but it's just been sitting in drafts, all lonely. I'll just stick it here so maybe somebody can enjoy it.

In which Jade swallows a cheeseburger whole, in front of Ace, Deuce, and Epel.

Using his tongue and primary jaw in combination, Jade maneuvered the cheeseburger deep inside his mouth, crushing it against the sides of his teeth and into the roof of his mouth, all the way into the back of his throat. 

When it was in position, he paused to draw in a quick breath through his nose. Then, he flicked his head back the tiniest bit. 

It would be a barely noticable movement from the outside, indistinguishable from a twitch, but it served to push the burger back far enough to trigger his swallowing reflex. 

Where most humans would have had a uvula, Jade's secondary jaws rose up out of his esophagus, stretching the back of his throat wide open. They chomped down eagerly, and, with a rushing sound in Jade's ears, dragged the morsel down towards his stomach, all in one monstrously powerful gulp. 

The feeling of his throat swelling up to accept the offering, then contracting back down again once the food had passed through, was a deeply satisfying one. 

Once he could breath again, Jade released the breath he'd taken in a pleased sigh. He licked his lips, then licked each of his fingertips, ensuring he didn't miss a crumb. 

It was at that point that he noticed all three of the underclassmen staring, with eyes so wide they looked like they might fall out of their heads. 

Jade smiled at their shocked faces. He chuckled lightly. 

"Forgive me," he all but purred. "I only had time for a light lunch today, I was practically famished."

"Jade-senpai," Deuce asked, voice unusually high, "...did you really just swallow an entire cheeseburger whole?"

"Ah... yes." Jade placed a hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly. "I'm aware that isn't the way they're meant to be eaten. I do apologize if I've shown you something unsightly."

"Oh, no! It's fine! You're fine, I... I was just, uhh... surprised?"

"Golly!" Epel blurted. "I wish I could do that!" 

The usually-shy Pomfiore freshman's eyes were sparkling, expression having morphed from dumbfoundedness to something like awe.

Ace was shaking his head. 

"I've seen Floyd do stuff like that," he said. "Dunno why I'm even surprised. You two are twins, right?"

"Yes." Jade smiled, careful not to show too many of his teeth. "Identical. Though, typically more in appearance than anything else."

"Identically weird," Ace muttered under his breath.

"Hey!" Deuce elbowed him, hard. 

"Ow! What the hell?"

"Don't call your seniors weird! It's rude!" 

"Fine, just keep your skinny elbows away from me! They're like knives! Do you sharpen them or something?"

Jade laughed, opening his hands in a plea for peace. 

"I take no offense. As merfolk attending a land school, I'm well aware that my brother and I must, at times, come off as somewhat odd."

#twst tummy stuff #sauri drabbles #cute monster boy #pharyngeal jaw #silly things i write for my own amusement

[the-himawari]

A3! Minagi Tsuzuru - Translation [SR] Brilliance of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: You’re finally up. Are you ready, Tsuzuru-kun?

Tsuzuru: Um, about that… What I prepared for the stream hasn’t arrived yet.

Izumi: EHH! What should we do… Should we postpone it?

Tsuzuru: No. We’ve already announced it, so for now, let’s start as planned. It’s probably because the roads are congested or something… Worst case scenario, I’ll go with another request.

Izumi: Alright, if you say so… We’ll go ahead then.

Tsuzuru: Please do.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: Hello, everyone. It's Spring troupe’s Minagi Tsuzuru.

Comment: “Hello~!”

Comment: “We were waiting, Tsuzuru-kun!”

Tsuzuru: Ahaha. I’m glad it looks like it’s displaying properly.

Comment: “So soothing…”

Comment: “I wanna protect that smile”

Tsuzuru: Anyways, the project I chose from everyone’s survey answers is—. “I bought and ate 10,000 yen worth of OO!” I thought I’d do that one.

Comment: “Sounds fun!”

Comment: “What’re you gonna eat?”

Tsuzuru: So, it looks like what I prepared is late so it hasn’t arrived yet…

???: Excuse me! Your goods are here, Minagi-kun!

Tsuzuru: Wait, really!? Uwahh, I’m saved. Thank you very much!

*leaves*

Comment: “This is too legit”

*comes back*

Tsuzuru: Alright, once again… today’s project is: “I bought and ate 10,000 yen worth of hamburgers”!

Comment: “Hamburgers!”

Comment: “No wonder there’s a huge load of them”

Comment: “Are they all the same?”

Tsuzuru: No, I bought several different kinds. Like, um, standard hamburgers, cheese, mildly spicy chicken, BLTs, and also… Err, there’s more than I thought. This might be tough on my own…

Comment: “He’s already backing out lmao”

Comment: “I’d love to help you!”

Tsuzuru: Ahaha, thanks. I wonder if anyone would come if I asked them to eat these with me… I’ll try giving a shoutout. On LIME… and sent.

Comment: “I can’t wait”

Comment: “I wonder who will come”

*footsteps running*

Tsuzuru: Oh, I can hear footsteps already. That was sure a quick response…

*door opens*

Kazunari: Hell yeah! I’m the very first!

Tsuzuru: Miyoshi-san!

Comment: “It’s Kazunari-kun!”

Comment: “He arrived fast”

Kazunari: Heya, Tsuzurun and everyone~. It's Summer troupe’s Kazunari Miyoshi ☆

Comment: “Hey!”

Comment: “I’m happy he’s the guest!”

Tsuzuru: So you were in the dorm, huh, Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari: Yep. I just happened to arrive back home~. The timing was legit perf!

Tsuzuru: Alright, can you help me eat these right now?

Kazunari: Oui, oui! Ooh, is this 10,000 yen worth of hamburgers? Dude, this is a ridiculous amount of food.

Tsuzuru: I know. There’s more than I expected…

Kazunari: I see~. So that’s why you were like, help! Save me! M'kay, which one should I start with?

Tsuzuru: Ah, there’s several different kinds. You can choose whichever one you like.

Kazunari: Okay!

Tsuzuru: Alright. First, for me… of course I gotta go with a standard hamburger, right? Itadakimasu.

Comment: “Bon appetite~!”

Comment: “Looks tasty”

Tsuzuru: Mm… yep, you can’t go wrong with this taste. It hits the spot.

Option 1: “I like your face when you’re eating happily”

Comment: “I really like your face when you’re eating happily”

Comment: “So soft”

Tsuzuru: When I think about it, it feels a little embarrassing having my eating face shown online…

Comment: “Your face looks so happy~”

Comment: “Yeah, yeah!”

Comment: “I feel happy seeing Tsuzuru-kun like that too~”

Tsuzuru: Then I’m glad.

Option 2: “Please give us a food report”

Comment: “Please give us a food report, Tsuzuru-kun!”

Tsuzuru: EH? I just said my impressions though…

Comment: “We wanna hear mooore”

Comment: “Say it like a gourmet magazine”

Tsuzuru: Let’s see… erm… The aroma from the flour of the bread—no—the buns combined with the gravy and small portion of lettuce… Err, I don’t really know what I’m saying either.

Comment: “Um lolol”

Comment: “He’s not great at food reports, huh!”

Comment: “He’s pro at writing scripts, so how come?”

Kazunari: I chose this limited-time avocado pastrami burger ☆ A rich hamburger that uses secret spices sounds pretty intriguing, doesn’t it!

Comment: “I was curious about that one too!”

Kazunari: *Nom, nom*… ooh, it tastes surprisingly light! I bet I could scarf one of these bad boys down.

Tsuzuru: Heh, that one looks delicious too.

Kazunari: Ahaha! Btw, Tsuzurun. You’ve got sauce on the corner of your mouth~.

Tsuzuru: EH, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

Kazunari: Yep, no joke. Here's a tissue.

Tsuzuru: Uwah, how embarrassing…

Comment: “TSUZURU-KUN’S SO CUTE~!”

Comment: “It’s great he’s eating so well”

Tsuzuru: Uh… g-getting back on track. Which one will you have next, Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari: Mm~, I’m full already.

Tsuzuru: EHH! Didn’t you just say you could scarf them down?

Kazunari: I meant just that one. A second one would be rough~.

Tsuzuru: Then why did you come!

Kazunari: Chill, chill. If we share them with everyone at the dorm, then we could eat them all for sure.

Tsuzuru: I guess that’s true…

Izumi: It’s almost time!

Kazunari: It’s time already!? Yo, take this.

Tsuzuru: Eh, why? Suddenly handing me a hamburger…

Kazunari: It’s for your selfie! We’re supposed to upload a selfie too, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it be dope to take it while holding a hamburger to commemorate today?

Tsuzuru: Ahh… I see. Alright, then I’ll…

*click*

Kazunari: Yep, nailed it! ‘Kay, take a shot with me next—.

Tsuzuru: Hold on! If you start taking pictures, then this stream will never end…!

Comment: “Tsuzurun’s panicking lol”

Comment: “He’s so serious”

Tsuzuru: Anyways, I think I’ll hand the rest of the burgers we couldn’t eat to the others. Thank you very much for watching until the end today!

Kazunari: I’ll post Tsuzurun’s candid pics to Inste later, so check it out ☆

Tsuzuru: You’re just saying whatever you want again…! U-umm… Alright, then let’s meet again!

-pause-

Tsuzuru: Ahh. Today was a real disaster…

Izumi: Good job. I’m glad the stream ended safe and sound.

Tsuzuru: Well, yeah. They were a little late, but the hamburgers arrived and we got through them all.

Izumi: Eh, they’re gone already!

Tsuzuru: The guys in this dorm can devour that much easily.

Izumi: That’s true… Oh, that reminds me. Have you updated the Inste?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I posted my selfie before I forgot.

Izumi: …Oh, you did!

Thank you very much to those who watched today’s stream. I shared the leftover hamburgers with everyone and they ate them all up. #InsteLiveProject #ThankYouVeryMuch

Izumi: (It looks like Tsuzuru-kun’s eating was a huge hit. There's certainly something nice about a boy who eats a lot…)

Tsuzuru: Was there something weird about the post?

Izumi: Nope, don’t mind me!

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#a3! #a3! translation #minagi tsuzuru #act! addict! actors! #i had mcdonalds for dinner because of this story lmao

[ri-ahhh]

can u just give me mushy gushy shit with grayson like ethan has a girl over so the two of you decide to go out for a burger date and a walk at night? idk something like that pls 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: I couldn’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts but I was looking through trying to find something to finish bc I was in the mood to write but not from scratch and found this lol. It was about halfway done and I have no idea where I was going with it but this is what it turned into as of today. Idek if there’s even anyone around here anymore to read this but whatever haha here it is.

You don’t usually mind being single. Even when your best friend/roommate Stella started seeing her boyfriend Charlie seriously, it didn’t give you any longing for a relationship of your own.

But there are some nights where you feel down and you just can’t handle it. The scenes of casual intimacy as soon as you get home and see them together — the vase of flowers on the kitchen island he must have brought over; the playful bickering across the room.

The incessant, unrelenting sound of a marathon session going on through the shared wall of your and Stella’s bedrooms.

You groan and turn the volume up on your AirPods, going straight to your messages next.

Wyd?

{G} 👀

Don’t be weird.

Pretty sure Stella and Charlie are trying to put a hole in the wall w her headboard and I can’t take it anymore.

Your roommate chooses that moment to let out a particularly enthusiastic “fuck!” If she weren’t your best friend, you might have given in to the urge to bang on the wall, but your phone lights up with Grayson’s reply anyway.

{G} E too.

{G} I mean like I can’t hear him but ik what’s going down in there

{G} I’d offer to pick u up but sounds like u need to get outta there lol. Meet me here?

You like the message and slip on some shoes, making sure to slam your bedroom door closed on your way out, as if it would make them pause even one thrust.

In the year that you’ve known him, Grayson Dolan has become one of your closest friends. The kind where you met as acquaintances, never talked much, but then you reconnected randomly and the conversation never stopped from there on. You talk about anything and everything, but recently you’ve bonded even more about being a perpetual third wheel. You knew he’d understand and not pass judgement on you in times like this, so it had been a no-brainer to text him as an escape from tonight.

He buzzes you into the gate when you get to his house, and he tells you over another text to go ahead and hop in the Porsche before he even gets outside. It makes you smile; night drives are your favorite, and while the Tesla is a vibe in its own right, there’s just something calming about someone (your attractive friend, no less) tangibly driving you around. It’s exactly what you need right now, no matter what destination he has in mind.

When he slides into the driver’s side not even a minute later, you’re almost overwhelmed by him. Looking far too good in your eyes for how casual he’s dressed in a well-fitting T-shirt and some grey sweats. Hair slightly damp from a recent shower.

He greets you with a grin and leans over the console to kiss your cheek, and you can smell the combination of his shampoo and a bit of cologne. You always appreciated that he doesn’t overdo the fragrance, and if possible it makes him even more intoxicating at times.

“Hey,” he says simply, sitting back in his seat and fastening the seatbelt.

“Hey.” You smile and watch him with a silent but fairly obvious appreciation as he reaches a hand to rest on the back of your seat, twisting the bit he needs to look out the back windshield. The Porsche has a backup camera, obviously, but he’s a cautious driver to a fault and insists he doesn’t fully trust them.

Grayson gets the car facing enough of the right direction to throw it in drive and exit down the long driveway. You shake your head and settle back, kicking off your shoes with a sigh and tucking your feet onto the seat beneath you.

“One day, we’ll be the ones making them leave the house,” he jokes, stopping for the gate to open.

You know it’s implied that he’s referring to the two of you with separate people, but you can’t help but consider the option that the two of you could make that happen together.

“I know for a fact you have a booty call list a mile long, Dolan,” you say with a raised brow. Despite the fleeting thought, keeping things lighthearted and platonic is much easier to deal with in reality. “You could have called one of them and done just that.”

He scoffs and pretends like you’ve just hurt him deeply, slapping a hand to his burly chest to clutch at his heart. “Excuse me, it is not a mile long.” He glances over at you with a held-back smirk. “A couple hundred yards, tops.”

You throw your head back with a loud cackle, looking out the window now as he turns onto the main road. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Damn, that’s a big word.” He likes to tease you about your extended vocabulary.

“Hopeless,” you elaborate, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Is that what that word means, or are you making fun of my high school dropout vocab?”

“Both.”

You let your head roll back against the headrest, turning to watch him, knees swayed to the side a bit. His form isn’t hidden in the dark at all, features lit up by the dash in front of him and the streetlights you’re passing by outside.

“Why didn’t you, then? Call one of them?”

Grayson shrugs. “Just didn’t really feel like spending time with people tonight.”

You’re silent for a moment and consider his answer. “Why did you agree to hang out, then? You didn’t have to.”

His eyes never leave the road, but you see the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulge out for a moment as he squeezes it tightly.

“I guess I meant I didn’t want to spend time with people I don’t really care about.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it off with a sarcastic tone. “Aw, you care about me?”

“Of course I do,” he replies easily. “I’m not sure why, though. You’re so fuckin sassy sometimes.”

“You love it.”

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. Grayson’s hand slides from where it’s lightly gripping the gear shift, to yours, which is picking at a loose string on your leggings.

Your easy smile at the comfortable banter between you and Grayson falters some in surprise, but you let him turn your palm over and trace the lines of your hand softly. Both of your gazes are fixated on the way he tickles your skin when he says, “Yeah. I do.”

Your eyes shoot up, just in time to meet his. He looks at you with a weird mixture heat and vulnerability, and there’s a thick moment of silence, no longer than the single beat of your heart that you can hear thudding loud and clear in your ears, when suddenly the car behind you lays on the horn.

Both of you startle, and Grayson’s attention returns to the road ahead. He steps on the gas and takes his hand away, carding it through his hair roughly as you sink back into your seat with a disbelieving scoff.

“Oh my God, dude, you can’t just do that to me,” you blurt out, your heart in your stomach and your brain even lower. A helpless giggle escapes you, and you tug on your own locks. “Shit...”

“What?” he asks defensively, but you hear the tiny bit of the grin he’s wearing in his voice.

You turn your head to deadpan him, eyes wide. “You can’t just... imply something like that and give me sex eyes and not think you did something to me! Are you crazy?”

He gives a one-shouldered shrug with the arm resting on top of the steering wheel again. “Maybe. You’re proving my ‘sassy’ point all over again.”

“Oh my — don’t fuck with my head, Gray.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper, more serious as the car comes to another stop. You’re only just now realizing you’ve reached the burger joint, and that the late hour made finding parking a nonexistent problem. He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt before doing the same to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to fuck with your head, I promise. I just... didn’t want it to seem like I was coming on too strong too suddenly. I, uh, have a history of doing that.”

You stare at him, processing everything. “I know.”

He chuckles dryly. “Yeah, I know you do.”

There’s more silence. That heavy kind that happened right after his little impromptu confession.

“You know,” you finally speak up, finding your voice after mulling over your words, “I kinda love that you’re a douche.”

He looks a little taken aback, until understanding dawns on him, and his eyes light up in a way that has you smiling instantly with him. “Really?”

You nod. “Call me crazy.”

Grayson shifts closer in his seat, his pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips. You mirror him, and this time you take the initiative to reach out for his hand. It’s warm and strong, just like the rest of him.

Like earlier, you watch your hands lightly caressing each other as you speak. “And I love that you come on strong. And that you put your heart out there.” You interlace your fingers, immediately in love with the contrast of his huge ones between your slim ones. “Makes things way easier for me.”

He grins wide. “There’s that sass again.”

You bite your lip through your smirk and tug him close to you with your clasped hands, your free one reaching behind his neck to drag his lips to yours. “Mm. Better shut me up, then.”

#here I go again with yet another friends to lovers lmao #dolan twins #Grayson Dolan #blurb #g blurb

[mooniefics]

in the grand scheme of things [ 2 ]

pairings : zeke jaeger / reader, referenced eren / reader

word count : 6.2k

tags : unhealthy relationships, relationship discussions, implied cheating, drinking, break ups, eventual smut, praise kink, mutual infidelity, dubious morality, love triangles

warnings : contains nsfw, rlly toxic behavior

summary : you and eren hadn't been doing the best these past few months, and no one that you knew seemed to have any answers for you, or pointers in the right direction. who better to offer you some sound, insightful relationship advice than his older brother. or so you thought.

— originally posted 1 / 25 / 21 on ao3 —

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you were already halfway back to campus before you noticed your phone was missing.

you'd completely forgotten about your desire to message sasha after you stepped out of the shower, taking a good, long look at your naked body in the steamed mirror. starting from your shoulder and ending around your sternum, your skin was scattered with deep marks that you were sure would be printed onto your skin for the rest of the week, maybe even some of the next, seeing as the worst of them were accompanied by the faint bordering of teeth. you wanted to be embarrassed, ashamed, anything that showed the slightest bit of maturity on your end, but you couldn't deny the feeling like you'd gotten a weight off your chest, like you'd reclaimed your emotional freedom by getting the chance to cry it out—and get it fucked out of you, too.

the only concern you held was whether eren would ever know. zeke didn't seem like the type to kiss and tell, he was laidback and easy-going enough to let you come in his home, drown away your sorrows in his alcohol, rightfully take your side despite your weak, albeit still there, insistence for him to take the middle ground and not feel angered on your behalf. plus, you didn't really know how to broach the topic of "can you please refrain from mentioning to your younger brother that you fucked me" without completely embarrassing yourself, but your dirty little secret felt safe with him.

you didn't know exactly how you'd make it up to him, you'd have to figure out some way that was feasible for a broke college student such as yourself. although, he was making it incredibly difficult to chart this incident off as a one and done sort of endeavor when you exited the bathroom just to find your clothes, cleaned and freshly dried, neatly folded on the bed, and the ibuprofen you'd requested with a glass of water waiting for you on the adjacent nightstand. zeke was being nice—a little too nice—but you couldn't help but feel your heart skip at his apparent concern. perhaps it was because you'd been emotionally neglected for a while, or maybe it was because zeke was an impossibly attractive older man who you wouldn't think would ever give you the time of day, or maybe a combination of both.

whatever it was, you allowed that stupid, giddy smile to stay on your lips as you tugged on your clothes, gulping down the two pills, mouth uncomfortably dry until you'd finished off the entire glass in one go. you chatted with him over your plate of eggs, noting that he'd changed out his sweatpants for a much smarter pair of dark trousers, white button up ironed and pristine, brown corduroy coat in one hand and mug of coffee in the other. you quickly finished up, noting the way he kept checking the expensive looking silver watch that fit perfectly over his wrist, accentuating the fine contour of his large hands.

you couldn't say that you were thrilled by the butterflies still fluttering about in your stomach, not at all made any better when he'd once again made an attentive offer to you. "it's kinda chilly out, the jacket you brought isn't really all that suited for the weather today.. wanna borrow one of mine?"

and so you left that morning wrapped up in a leather bomber jacket that was a size or two too big, having to stop yourself from breathing in the wonderful scent of his cologne still lingering on the collar as he walked you out of his apartment, so distracted that you hadn't even bothered to check if you had all your belongings in your purse until something reminded you of your desire to message your roommate.

you'd been driving past one of the shopping plazas you frequented when you had enough time—and money—to spare, catching sight of the many drive-thru restaurants open and quickly thinking of sasha. you owed her a bit of an apology for ditching out on her last night, especially after you'd assured her you would be back in time to watch the new episode of her favorite show when it premiered, but when you'd dug your hand into your purse to reach for your phone, you came up empty.

"fuck." you muttered to yourself, turning into one of her favorite restaurants anyways to get her something.

you didn't exactly have any phone numbers memorized aside from your mother's, you didn't really think anybody did these days, and it wasn't like you could go back and wait the entire day for him to get home. so you settled on roughing it until then, hoping that it'd just fallen out onto the floor of his apartment rather than in the parking lot of his complex where it could be stepped on, run over, stolen—any myriad of things that would assure your phone-less-ness for an irritatingly long time.

by the time you made it back to campus and up to your dorm, sasha was already awake enough to immediately pounce you at the site of the paper bag in your hand, nearly crying with gratitude as she unwrapped her double-patty burger, with extra cheese, as you'd remembered her emphasizing the first time you'd watched her place her order, and two large fries on the side.

"an' yuu ev'n rem'ber'd muh ord'r!!" she spoke around large bites, practically halfway done with it before she properly swallowed. you'd never met a girl who could eat like sasha could eat.

"it was the least i could do after completely ditching out last night." you said as you settled down on your bed with a sigh, shedding zeke's jacket.

"don't sweat it, i invited meeks over so i wasn't completely alone." she assured, then froze, glancing nervously at you like she expected you to be angry.

you weren't entirely thrilled with the fact that your roommate happened to become great friends with mikasa, but it wasn't your place to tell her to stop hanging out with her for the sake of some stupid rivalry over the boy. although, the situation had changed. she'd technically "won" at the end of the day, if she considered such foul play as a win, so you guessed that there really wasn't anymore reasons for tense silences and unnecessarily aggressive glares to be exchanged any longer.

"i'm glad you had fun last night," your smile seemed to ease sasha as she bit into a handful of fries, "even if i couldn't make it."

"so what happened? you went over to talk with one of eren's other friends right?"

you'd told sasha you'd been going over to see someone who knew eren, not exactly bringing in the detail that the said individual was his brother, but it was technically true. the blurry memory of last night flashed through your head, his lazy grins, full lips kissing and nipping over your skin, fingers and cock spreading you open so perfectly for him—

"i-it was nothing..! just got kind of carried away drinking, and he was nice enough to let me crash on the couch for the night."

oh, he let you do something on his couch alright. you hoped your face wasn't incriminating you as her gaze flickered down to the jacket.

"let you borrow his jacket too?" you nodded a bit too quickly, earning a crooked, teasing smile from the girl. "anyways.. what's the consensus? figure out anything new?"

that his best friend you hung out with last night and him cheated on me. "just talked about basic stuff, nothing's really set in stone yet, still mulling it over."

she nodded, already done with her burger and working through the first carton of fries. "did you have your phone on silent? i was worried you got kidnapped or something."

you chuckled through your nose, wandering over to your dresser as you began to unbutton your blouse, jerking to a pause when you remembered the very damning evidence of your own infidelity last night. "don't laugh, ok? i had my phone on silent, we ate dinner and drank, then i passed out, and i guess it fell out of my purse or something, because it wasn't in there when i went to text you if you wanted anything to eat."

"and you still got me something.. you're an angel." you rolled your eyes at sasha's wide, adoring gaze, laughing at the fact that the food took priority over your missing phone, "do you remember the guy's number..?" she wracked her brain for a moment before smacking around her mattress, tapping into her phone, "oh! i got it! he's one of eren's friends, right? if that's the case, mikasa'll have his number for sure."

you felt your back stiffen up, biting at the inside of your lip as you floundered for an excuse. "o-oh no, i wouldn't wanna bother her.. you know we're not on great terms, what happens if she asks why you need his number?" sasha's disgruntled frown encouraged you. "if she hears that you're only getting it for me, she probably won't give it to you."

"come on, she's not that bad." you shot her a look as you pulled a set of clean clothes out of your dresser drawers, opting to change in the closet, "alright fine... maybe she is that bad sometimes. but it's not like you killed her dog or something, and plus you're, like, her best friend's girlfriend-"

"for now." you interrupted, shutting the door and putting a barrier between you and your roommate's prying eyes, "and we barely even act like a couple anymore."

"for now." sasha repeated mockingly, mouth obviously full of fries, "but anyways, i'm sure she'll do this teeny favor for you—especially if i'm asking—so c'mon, give me a name!"

you tugged the long-sleeved sweatshirt over your head, checking yourself on the mirror hanging onto the back of the door to make sure you were entirely covered. "no, sasha. she already doesn't like me enough as it is, no need for us to interact and antagonize each other even more."

you walked out after pulling on your pair of athletic shorts, loose and comfortable around your slightly sore legs, laughing softly when she stuck her tongue out at you. "fine. be like that. keep secrets from your best friend in the whole wide world."

"ha-ha." you enunciated wryly, sitting back down onto your mattress and pulling your laptop from beneath your pillow. clicking through your itinerary for the coming weeks, you internally groaned. ironic how being a psych major could make you need a psychologist yourself.

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your password had been woefully easy to guess.

he'd tried the classic 1-2-3-4, almost thankful when the text at the top of the screen prompted him to enter a different combination, but a slight disappointment came when he tried your birthday and the phone opened without a problem. he'd at least expected to get locked out for a minute or two, but there he was, scrolling with free reign through your inordinate amount of apps at his seat.

he had plenty of time to laze around, seeing as the library didn't have many patrons at the moment, plus the elevated desk concealed the fact that he wasn't truly doing anything from the average passer-by. the sense of power he felt almost made him smile. these days, everybody had everything on their phones, and it made him wonder what secrets you could be hiding in this little device of yours. it was a few generations behind, not that he expected the latest and greatest from a college freshman, but still mostly intact with a obviously aged case, a few dents here, a scratch in the metal there, small cracks webbing from the corners of the screen protector, but all and all it functioned perfectly fine.

he was tempted to snoop further—maybe scroll through your contacts list to see if you had any mutuals he didn't know about, check to see if you actually cleared your browser history or just left out all your dirty laundry for anyone who tapped into your search engine to find—but he maintained some semblance of self-control, opening up your messages app and checking to see what his brother had said.

eren <3  10:53 am hey babe where are you right now

you missed a call from eren <3 (2)

eren <3  10:57 am i know we haven't gotten a chance to talk lately but please pick up

you missed a call from eren <3

eren <3  10:58 am youre making me nervous pick up

you missed a call from eren <3 (3)

zeke couldn't help but chuckle at his younger brother's emotional incompetence. your last message had been days ago, and from scrolling back in the texts he could see how you were attempting to initiate a majority of the conversation, and the sparse replies here and there from eren were nothing short of pathetically uninterested.

zeke pitied you—the desperate, doting, undeniably adorable college girl who wanted nothing more than to make eren happy—his brother didn't deserve such devotion. even if he wasn't truly sure if eren had really cheated on you, what he was sure about was the fact that this relationship was entirely weighed against your favor.

eren <3  11:03 am fuck i know i fucked up but i didntnfucking deserve that please tell me that wasnt you fuck please fuckign pick up i love you

you missed a call from eren <3 (4)

eren <3  11:08 am did you seriously fucking shut your phone off what the fcuk

eren <3  11:10 am you know what me and armin are coming back next week we'll talk then.

that's right, he'd gone out of the country with that scrawny little blonde kid that always flinched when zeke intruded on eren's hangouts, probably on his dad's dime too. zeke scoffed to himself, shaking his head as he tapped through your text conversation, quickly finding the "delete messages?" prompt and selecting all evidence of eren's one-sided correspondence, tapping the bright red "delete all" button at the bottom of the screen, and finally blocking his number just for good measure. all your old chats were still there, and he was sure that you'd gotten used to eren not messaging anyways, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about him reaching out to you for the time being.

slipping your phone back into his pocket with a sigh, he could feel that warm, smug feeling bubbling up in his chest. he knew he was only postponing the inevitable, that you'd find out the whole, horrible truth eventually, but it was almost fun to dance around the consequences like he was doing so right now. you were fun to play with, unassuming and prim one moment and brazenly shameless the next. there were layers to you, hidden bits that he was sure that he could coax you into revealing to him, slowly but surely bare your raw, unconcealed essence.

his thoughts were interrupted by someone at the counter, a girl who looked about your age with a shirt that was far too low for the way she was leaning toward him, pushing forward her library card with a single dainty finger and setting down a small stack of books. and somehow, he was thinking about you again as he flashed a charming smile that had convinced many other women before into getting a library card of their own.

that was the difference between you and everyone else, you didn't throw yourself at him, you didn't so blatantly vie for his attention, but instead silently appealed for it with your shy glances, small shifts in your posture when he drew near, and all those pretty little sounds that he could earn with a few gentle touches in just the right place. he could feel himself stirring in his pants just thinking about last night, glad that he'd made such a good first impression on you as he swiped the girl's card and scanned her books under the sensor next to the computer.

"all set for the next two weeks." he offered a small grin, passing back her things.

"thank you," she paused, making a show of dragging her eyes down from his face to the name tag pinned over his bicep, "zeke. i'll see you then."

she bit her lip as she stepped away from the counter, sauntering away towards the door with an obvious excitement. easier girls always held a place in zeke's heart, but there was nothing like the thrill of the chase that he found in you.

he heard the quiet swoosh of the automatic doors sliding open, glancing over absentmindedly to check out the newest patron. but he felt himself perk up in his seat at the sight of you, large canvas book bag hanging off your shoulder and, much to zeke's delight, still wearing his jacket. it took you a moment to notice him, but the change in your features enthralled him nonetheless, going from bored and almost tired-looking to surprised, then flustered as you froze, wide eyes trained on him. he chuckled to himself, nodding his head at you, almost beckoning you to come, and the self-satisfied smirk that drew across his lips was impossible to contain when you actually began your quick advance up to the counter.

"z-zeke, hi. i didn't know you worked here.."

"and i didn't know you came here." he rolled his chair closer, "i thought i would've seen you around by now."

"i usually go to the library on campus, but," the way you peered around, almost looking nervous to gaze directly at him, was strangely endearing to zeke, "i was just kinda looking for a change of scenery."

"fair enough." he said, remembering the weight of your phone in his pocket, "oh yeah, i'm glad you're here. my roommate called me earlier, said he found your phone on the floor back at the apartment."

you leaned forward at the mention of your phone—the complete lie he'd come up with just now—lips parted in surprise. it looked a lot like the expression he'd envisioned when he had his arms around you last night, pressing teasing kisses over your warm skin, but zeke held off on that thought for the moment.

"ah, i almost forgot about that..! well i'm glad it was that rather than it getting stolen or something.."

he checked his watch, very cognizant of your expectant gaze falling onto him the second he took his eyes off you. "i get off for lunch in about half an hour, if it's not too much trouble we can swing by my place, then i can bring you back here, maybe get you some lunch?"

you flushed brilliantly at that, barely containing your almost giddy smile as you nodded. "yeah thanks, that'd be really great actually! but you don't have to worry about getting me lunch.. i already owe you for dinner last night."

just dinner?, he thought, internally smirking, but he kept it to himself. "don't worry your pretty little head about it," your flustered reactions were addictive, "just go have a seat over in the working area and i'll come find you after i clock out."

you nodded, offering another small "thank you" before you obediently turned to traverse the scattered expanse of tables on the library floor and find yourself a spot to sit. the next thirty minutes felt unnecessarily long for zeke. he'd answered a few phone calls, worked through recording the stack of books he'd recovered from the "returned" box when he clocked in for his shift, but ended up giving into the temptation of shelving them himself instead of handing them off to the page to sneak a glance at you.

you'd settled at a long table nestled between the large shelves, entirely alone aside from another college student that zeke recognized from the frequency of his visits, but the modest amount of seats separating you let him know that you were strangers. you didn't seem to notice him when he drifted by, headphones in, entirely focused on your open laptop in front of you, jacket now zipped up halfway. he'd forgotten how cold the library was, mostly used to it after having worked there for nearly a year, not lingering in the aisle for too long before he finished up putting away the last of the books remaining in his arms and returning to the front.

"willy, i'm clocking out for lunch, can you watch the desk?" he called out when he caught the man emerging from the back.

"yeah, yeah, i've got you. but actually come back on time, alright?" he said, tying up his long blonde hair into a messy ponytail, "magath got on my ass last time i covered for you when you were late."

"can i make it up to you with some coffee?" zeke offered, grinning when his coworker grunted affirmatively, "text me your order, i'll get it to you on my way back."

and with that, he logged out of his account on the work desktop and left the chair for willy to sit in, wandering back out onto the floor to circle back around to where you were sitting.

he alerted you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you. "ready to go?"

you nodded, quickly packing your things away into your bag and following him out of the library doors to his car. he opened the passenger door for you just to see that cute smile that always seem to draw across your lips when he did something you liked, slipping into the drivers' seat and syncing his phone to the car before he pulled out of the parking lot.

"the smiths, huh?" you mused from beside him as "heaven knows i'm miserable now" played across the radio's screen.

"you still listen to them?" he asked, remembering when he'd seen you in his parents' kitchen in their merchandise.

"sometimes." you replied, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

"a little cold to be wearing a skirt, don't you think?"

"what? it's cute, isn't it?" you protested, prompting him to reach over the console with one hand to give the exposed skin of your thigh a few affectionate pats as he laughed softly.

"it is cute."

you fell quiet after that, obviously pleased with his attention but clamming up with that endearing introversion once again. he was content with watching you nod along to his playlist, smiling to yourself when something you recognized came up in the queue. the ride to his complex was short, and the walk up the staircase was silent, but he could feel your eyes lingering over him as you followed behind him, just as they had flickered over to glance at him when you thought he was focused on the road ahead. something about those tiny looks, shy smiles, the face of someone sheepish yet eager to please, it set zeke on fire.

he knew that he shouldn't be bringing you back to the apartment again, but he also knew that he had just about an hour to kill, and reiner was occupied with his own job and away once again, and you really did look great in that skirt and his jacket—

"give me a sec, i'm pretty sure my roommate put it in his room," zeke said, nodding over to the short hall across from the kitchen, knowing he couldn't just pull your phone out of your pocket right here and give it to you, "feel free to check the fridge if you're thirsty or something."

you gave an affirmative hum, wandering toward the kitchen as he turned to enter reiner's room. he was sure that his friend would throw a fit if he figured out he was in his room without his permission, seeing as he was such a stickler for personal privacy, but he wouldn't have to know, zeke was good a keeping secrets. or at least that's what he liked to tell himself, that he was good at lying and sneaking around and pretending like he wasn't bothered by things that made his blood boil, eren being a prime example of such a thing. nineteen years, and somehow in all that time he'd never matured past the age of twelve.

zeke rolled his eyes at the thought, pulling your phone out and wiping away his finger prints on the front of his shirt. the notifications from your assumed roommate were still on the lock screen, joined by a few more miscellaneous ones from earlier in the day, looking entirely untouched for the hours that it had been out of your possession. that lack of accountability he held for essentially stealing your phone eased him a bit as he ventured back out into the main space.

but he couldn't help the burning desire he felt for you when he saw you seated on the island in the kitchen, open water bottle in your hand, peering at him excitedly in expectance of your phone, jacket now hanging off of you from the warmth of the apartment. you didn't shy away like he thought you might as he approached, simply screwing the cap back on the bottle and straightened up your posture, hand outstretched with a smile on your face.

"here you are." he said, sliding your phone into your hand, legs nearly bumping yours from how close he was.

"thank you." you murmured in reply, turning it on for a quick check of your notifications just for your eyes to gravitate right back over to him.

there was something intoxicating about the way you gazed at him, with a meek yet faintly awe-struck look that always seemed to stroke his ego in just the right place. he usually liked confident women, who were well-aware of their beauty and prowess, but there was something about the way you hid yourself away, only showing what you felt necessary but still caving when he peeled away the layers concealing yourself one by one. you weren't desperate initially, not exactly standoffish either, just the perfect balance of reserved and alluring to draw him along after you. especially how you didn't seem to shy away from a challenge such as himself, despite how easy you were to fluster.

he checked his watch before he spoke, his voice low and full of intention. "we've still got about forty minutes before i have to get back." you licked your lips, eyebrows cinching upward just the slightest bit, head unconsciously tilting upwards towards his. though the height of the counter closed an inch or two of distance between the two of you, he still stood taller than you, pressing forward the smallest bit, able to feel your soft breaths fanning over his cheek. "so, what do you say..?"

you didn't speak, only giving a small nod, and that was all it took for zeke to close the space that was barely there between you, lips melding easily over your own. you let out a small sound of surprise, sending a jolt of heat straight through him, determined to make it happen again. your hands grasped at the front of his shirt, clenching at the fabric when his own rose to grip your thighs, spreading them to accommodate his presence and urge himself even closer to you. the feeling of your bare skin, pliant flesh that his fingers sunk so easily into, the knowledge that the only thing keeping him from you was your underwear under your skirt, was enough to make him even more impatient than he already was.

"didn't get enough last night, huh?" he breathed into your ear after he'd pulled away, grinning at the sight of your shaking head and your whispered "n-no".

he maintained enough control to not mark the skin exposed by your shirt when he reached it, but still nipped with enough pressure to pull more little moans that made his cock ache in the constraints of his pants. you didn't protest when the hands on your thighs slid further inward, gasping softly when he let a finger slowly stroke over your clothed cunt.

"and i've barely even touched you.. naughty girl." the way you bristled at his shameless words was endlessly enthralling to him, "already so needy for me..."

you squirmed as he palmed you through your underwear, attempting to speak, but your words always stammered off into an incoherent whimper, hips already rutting up as subtly as they could manage into his hand. "p-please, zeke. i w-want.."

"what do you want?" he pulled away from your neck, hazy, low-lidded eyes gazing directly into your own, "want my fingers in that little pussy of yours?"

you flushed brilliantly at his crassness, but nodded all the same, following up with a whimpered "yes, please..!"

you were begging with your mouth and eyes and he'd only just started, the fact that you were so eager from just the slightest touches made him impossibly hard. he lowered himself to his knees as quickly as he could, letting your heels rest on his shoulders to push yourself up off the counter long enough for him to peel your underwear off of you, sucking air between your teeth when you lowered your bare skin back down onto the cool granite.

he loved how compliant you were, how you let him adjust your position as he pleased, balancing yourself on one hand after he'd settled you on the edge of the island. he made sure to admire the way your face shifted when he ran a finger across your slick skin, thumb drawing across your clit to tease you for just a moment before he slid one finger into you.

"fuck.." he muttered to himself, admiring how you just barely arched toward him when he curled it inside you, retracting his hand and pushing in with a second finger.

he was sure that he could watch you all day, spread out on the kitchen counter, bottom lip reddening from being bitten so firmly between your teeth, eyes glassy and completely fogged over with lust. but he knew that he only had this single hour, regretting offering willy his promise of apology coffee, but deciding to take care of what he'd started and still having time to spare.

plucking his glasses from his nose, he set them on the counter beside your phone, pressing a lingering kiss over one of the thighs beside his head as a silent way to let you know his intentions, pleased to see nothing but anticipation etched across your flushed features as he proceeded. his first lick was intentionally slow, savoring the full body tremble you gave and the flavor of you on his tongue, grasp on your flank fastening to hold you apart while he continued.

he groaned at the hand that shakily clenched in his hair, the one clasped over your mouth doing little to contain the whines and baseless pleas spilling from your lips. zeke was certain his neighbors hated him by now, but he could honestly care less about such a menial detail like that when it was you moaning loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall, solely because of him. and a part of him had to wonder if eren had ever been able to satisfy you the way he had last night—the way he was now—if he'd ever gotten to fully explore and appreciate all the little things you had to offer. his younger brother was juvenile at best in his eyes, and, as far as he knew, entirely inexperienced until he began dating you. but zeke didn't mind showing up the kid, especially not when you deserved to feel as good as he made you feel. after all, he still had just about a week until ramifications were entirely inescapable, he could keep having fun with you for those couple days at the very least.

he pushed the more complicated thoughts from the forefront of his mind, choosing instead to focus on you in front of him, eyes low-lidded and unfocused, now biting onto one of your knuckles, hips rolling into his mouth and fingers in an obvious chase for your release. he rolled his tongue across your clit in quick, ruthless strokes, grinning against you when you whined, eyes rolling back into your head as it felt back toward the ceiling, your hold in his hair almost painfully tight. he could feel the tell-tale stiffen of your muscles, curling his fingers to rub at that part that seemed to drive you wild, catching the stammered end of his name on your lips as you came.

even from his place on the ground, he could see how your chest heaved, legs still quivering, wearing an almost dazed expression until you'd blinked away the fogginess in your eyes. your sheepishness returned when you watched him lick his lips, still slick with your arousal, whimpering softly at the departure of his fingers. he adjusted himself in his pants before stepped away, allowing you to recollect yourself while he proceeded over to the kitchen sink, washing his hands and patting away the remaining stickiness from his chin with the paper towel he used to dry them, watching with a close-lipped grin as you slowly lowered yourself back onto the ground and pulled up your underwear.

he checked his watch after he'd situated his glasses onto his face, frowning. only the better part of twenty minutes left in his break. "ready to get going?" he asked, running a hand through his hair to smooth it back down, his casual tone seeming to ease you.

"mhm." you replied, straightening out your clothes and beginning to shrug his jacket back onto your shoulders before you glanced over at him, "do you want this back? i didn't mean to steal it from you.."

"keep it." he said, plucking his keys from his pocket and proceeding towards the door, "it looks good on you." he didn't even have to look back at you to know that you were smiling.

the car ride was once again mostly silent, seeing as you were tapping through your phone and looking at everything you'd missed in the time you were away from it. but when he'd pulled into the starbuck drive-thru to get willy his unnecessary complicated order and turned to ask if you wanted anything, he caught you looking at your text conversation with eren before you shut your phone off and asked for a chai latte and a butter croissant, and he felt an odd twinge in his chest as he delivered your request and his own of an unsweetened cold brew to the speaker beside his rolled down window.

was it irritation? jealousy? possessiveness? for the first time in a while, he was unsure of how he felt. it was a bit unnerving, but also fascinating all at once. he could've never expected this sort of outcome from the situation, but it wasn't entirely unwelcoming. now that he thought about it, his life had been a bit dull lately, a cyclical routine of attending his job, going out for drinks on tuesday, the occasional sexual conquest here and there with women he met but never remembered, but your call had been a break in the routine, an expected opportunity that he was determined to not let slip through his fingers. and while he would've probably just been satisfied with allowing your name to join all the others in the blurry recesses of his memory at first, he knew now that there was much more for him to discover.

so he let you finish up the lunch he'd gotten you, turning up the radio and escorting you back to the library, feeling far too satisfied with himself as he watched you disappear between the shelves, proceeding back behind the desk and setting willy's coffee down beside him. "don't get up yet, i have to piss."

he groaned frustratedly at that. "why didn't you fucking do that on your break, you ass."

"i got your coffee in the drive-thru." zeke replied absentmindedly, already stalking off to the staff bathroom in the back with the thought of you on the counter playing over and over in his head.

only after locking the door and settling on the toilet did he finally let out a heavy sigh, tapping into his camera roll and quickly finding his picture of you from this morning. just the sight of your half-exposed body made his pants feel tight once again, and he regretted not taking more photos when he had the chance, but this would be enough for now, especially with the memory of you begging for him not even an hour ago fresh on his mind.

he didn't feel any sort of shame as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out of his boxers, the tip of his cock already slick with pre, ready for the release he'd denied himself for the sake of time—and your satisfaction, of course—the release he'd be granting himself right now, with you just a couple meters away, entirely unaware that it was all because of you.

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[paperbodiesamongthestars]

“Tell the truth,” Billy says, low and intent, and Steve closes his mouth on a flippant response. For a second he feels exposed, pinned down. Not literally (if only), but still. He wants to protest—We don’t do that with this topic, remember? Or We’ve spent the last year being so goddamn careful, what are you doing?—but the rules of this particular game have only ever been unspoken. He glances over and sees Billy’s eyes on him, focused and intense and so, so blue, and he realizes that they’re actually doing this. He feels a surge of adrenaline, and the perverse little thrill that always comes with it (there is definitely something wrong with him). Well fuck, he thinks, here we go.  

Steve's never been sure whether it's a game or not. It was a thing they started doing after Starcourt, a way to push at each other when Billy was in a hospital bed and actual shoving was off the table, maybe. Steve remembers exactly how it started, because of course he does. He was at the hospital almost every day, shuttling Max and some combination of the others back and forth, but it's not like he and Billy actually talked to each other that much. Why would they? The only thing they had in common was mutual animosity, and Steve had kept his distance after he ended up concussed. Steve understood that night at the Byers' house better by then, after they all found out about Neil, but he still wasn't sure where that left them. So he was cautiously friendly, Billy was carefully neutral; they managed to coexist. Sure, sometimes they locked eyes across the hospital room and there was...something? maybe? but one or the other of them always looked away. Steve told himself he was fine with it, and it probably would have gone on like that indefinitely, except, well. Steve was always a sucker for a pair of sad, pretty eyes.

It was an evening like most of the rest of them, and Steve was rounding up Max, El, and Mike to leave the hospital. Max ran back to give Billy another hug, which was a pretty new development, and one that Billy seemed completely unprepared to deal with, which was kind of endearing. Steve ushered the kids out of the room and glanced back briefly with a stupid little wave. He caught the look in Billy's eyes before Billy saw him looking and gave him that ridiculous smirk. Steve rolled his eyes and left, but that expression stayed with him. Billy had looked...lost. Like he was dreading the silence that was going to follow their departure. And Steve was intimately familiar with that feeling.

He dropped the kids off and was headed back to his big empty house, and he couldn't get that damn look out of his head. He tried to convince himself he hadn't really seen it, and then that it wasn't any of his business, and then that he didn't actually owe Billy fucking Hargrove anything, and then he was turning his car around and making a stop before he headed back to the hospital.

Visiting hours were over, obviously, but Steve had talked his way past the nurses before, when Max wanted to stay late sometimes. He didn't have much trouble with it this time either, and it wasn't long before he was slipping back into Billy's room, a paper bag in one hand and a milkshake in the other. He was half-expecting Billy to be asleep, but he turned his head when Steve opened the door. Billy's eyebrows shot up in surprise when no one followed Steve through the door. He turned down the TV and gave Steve a long look.

"What are you doing here, Harrington?" Steve shrugged and dropped the bag on the table next to Billy's bed, dropping into the chair and tilting it back onto two legs.

"Thought you might want something that wasn't hospital food." He nodded toward the bag, and then leaned forward and pulled out his own burger and fries. He shoved the bag toward Billy and took a long sip of his milkshake.

"You brought me food." It wasn't a question. Billy's voice was laced with skepticism, which was fair, actually. They weren't friends. Steve just shrugged again.

"If you don't want it, I'll just eat all of it. I'm starving." Billy stared at him for another long moment and then reached out and pulled the bag toward himself. He quirked an eyebrow at Steve's milkshake.

"I didn't see a second one of those anywhere?" Steve just grinned at him.

"Thanks, Steve, I really appreciate the burger and fries," he said in a ridiculous voice, and then he took a long, obnoxious sip of his milkshake. Billy choked on a french fry, recovered, and snorted a laugh.

"You're a dick," Billy said, and Steve stared at him, mock offended.

"I brought you food! How am I the dick in this scenario?" he demanded. Billy looked at him, expression a little bemused, but he didn't say anything.

Silence fell as they both ate, but it was companionable somehow. Billy turned the TV back up and they watched part of an action movie. Steve leaned his chair back again, propping his feet at the end of Billy's bed just to be irritating. Billy shot him a glare, but didn't kick his feet off the bed. Steve decided to interpret that as gratitude. He hung out for a couple of hours, until they were both yawning.

"Time for me to go," he finally announced, when he could barely keep his eyes open. He stood up and stretched, a little stiff from the chair. "I'll be back with Max and whoever else wants to come tomorrow." Billy didn't say anything, but Steve could feel his eyes on him as he turned and headed for the door.

"Hey Steve?" Billy asked, just before Steve opened the door to leave. Steve could count the number of times Billy Hargrove had called him by his first name on one hand. He turned back to see that Billy had that bemused expression on his face again. "Why did you actually come back here?" he asked. It was a little accusatory, but there was a thread of genuine curiosity in there too. Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Billy cut him off. "Tell the truth," he said quietly, tone stuck somewhere between a command and a request. It was a challenge, but there was an appeal in there too. Steve thought for a long moment and then he shrugged and told the truth. Most of it, anyway. 

"It beats my empty house," he said softly to the floor, and then he looked up and smiled a little bit. "And I thought you might not hate the company." And if that wasn't the entire truth, well, how could he be expected to tell someone else the whole truth when he wasn't sure he understood it himself? Billy nodded slowly, but didn't say anything. Steve waited for a beat, and then he slipped out the door and went home.

Steve was back a few nights later, this time with two enormous Slurpees. His parents had called earlier in the day, which always put him in a bad mood, and he finally decided he couldn't stand the silence anymore. Billy glanced up when he slipped through the door, and Steve could have sworn he caught a ghost of an actual smile before Billy shot him a smirk.

"Did you get lonely again, pretty boy?" Steve scoffed.

"I am, in fact, doing you the favor of keeping you company," he replied, dropping into the chair and setting the drinks on the table. "You can have cherry cola, or...cherry cola," he said, taking one and sipping. Billy watched him for a moment and then reached out and took the other Slurpee. "So what's on tonight?" Steve asked, leaning back in the chair and propping up his feet. Billy let his feet stay where they were and his glare was halfhearted this time. Steve gave himself a point. They watched another movie, horror this time, and talked about nothing much. And that turned into the pattern.

It was a few weeks later when it came up again. Steve had stayed late--it was after midnight--and he was reluctantly dragging himself to his feet. Billy was laughing at him.

"Seriously, Harrington, go home. You really can't find anything better to do than disturb my beauty rest?"

"Shut up, you love it," Steve muttered through a yawn. "Or at the very least, you don't hate it." Right? Steve wondered. Billy snickered again and opened his mouth to say something, but this time Steve stopped him.

"Tell the truth," he said, aiming for the tone Billy had used last time, and landing on something a little more intent than he would have liked. Billy stopped smiling and an expression Steve couldn't identify moved across his face. Steve wanted to take it back, tell him he had been joking, but Billy spoke before he could find the words. He looked away from Steve and then down at his hands. 

"Sometimes I..." he cleared his throat. "Sometimes I think too much when I'm here by myself." His eyes went to Steve's for just a fraction of a second, and then moved away. Steve nodded and turned away, heading for the door. He paused right before he left, but he didn't turn around.

"I hate that," he said to the doorframe, and then he left. 

After that, Steve started coming back more often. They watched movies and TV, and talked about nothing and occasionally something, and it didn't come up often, but it did keep coming up.

"Tell the truth," Billy said one night. "What are you afraid of?" Steve stared at the ceiling and thought about how much truth to tell.

"The dark," he said to the ceiling tiles. "Being alone." He didn't just mean in his empty house. He huffed a little laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Being a disappointment. Not having a future." There was a long pause. That you'll hear the things I don't say, he thought. That you'll never hear the things I don't say.

"Yeah," Billy finally breathed. He didn't look at Steve. "Yeah."  

"Tell the truth," Steve said weeks later. "What do you want, after this?" There was a very long pause.

"I want to get out of this town," Billy said slowly. He was staring at the ceiling this time. "College, maybe? Go somewhere warm. Try to forget," he said with a bitter laugh. The silence stretched out. It felt meaningful, like maybe there was something else coming, but nothing ever did.

"Yeah," said Steve. He tried, but he couldn't keep a thread of wistfulness out of his voice. He went home not long after that. 

Once Billy got out of the hospital, Steve half-expected them to stop hanging out, but they didn't. Billy showed up at Steve's house at random intervals, and they drank beer sometimes and got high sometimes, although Billy's tolerance for both was absolutely nothing at first, to Steve's laughing delight. Steve told the truth to the surface of his backyard pool, and the vast darkness of the quarry, and the stars beyond the tops of the trees at the ends of long, dark roads. He knew better than to look at those pretty eyes when he was trying to be careful. Even so, he started to worry that Billy was eventually going to notice that his silences had a specific shape.

"Tell the truth," Billy reiterated one spring night, well past midnight. He had said it twice, so the question was going to be important. Steve nodded a little drunkenly, listening, his eyes on the trees above them and the sky beyond, but a question didn’t come. Just silence and Billy’s harsh breathing. Steve was about to glance over when Billy finally spoke, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. 

"Do you think I was already a monster? You know, before?" Steve turned his head to stare, but Billy was facing away from him, looking out at the woods instead.

"No," Steve said simply, but it didn't seem like enough. "I don't think you've ever been a monster," he added, and he had never meant anything more than he meant that. There was no response except for a hitch in Billy’s breathing. Steve watched, but Billy didn’t turn his head. It was possible that his shoulders were shaking, but Steve knew better than to notice.

If it was a game, Billy was much better at it than Steve was. He always managed to get a little bit more truth out of Steve than Steve wanted to give. He couldn't even be mad about it--on the rare occasions that Steve was really honest with himself, he admitted that would be happy to lose every single time as long as they never stopped playing.

Pretty soon, though, it was summer again. Billy had a diploma and a scholarship to UCLA, and Steve was doing his very best to ignore the fact that summer was eventually going to end. If he just never thought about it, he reasoned, then he didn't have to look at how empty his future was about to be. As July turned into August, though, he got worse at not thinking about it. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his laugh turned brittle, and the Party all looked at him with concern in their eyes when they thought he couldn't see, but he didn't know how to keep it together when panic was bubbling up in his chest, just, all the time. 

And now he's at the quarry with Billy, who is leaving for California in two weeks, and Steve hasn't slept for a while, and Billy's question rings in his ears. What do you want, after this? There's an unexpected weight to it because Billy's still looking at him instead of at anything else, gaze intense, waiting. I can't tell the truth to your face, Steve wants to say but doesn't. Instead, he sits up on the hood of the Camaro. He looks out at the quarry. He feels unprepared for whatever this is, but then again, he almost always feels that way. He glances back at Billy again, hoping he's looked away, but he hasn't.

Steve takes a deep breath. Here we go, he thinks, the risk effervescent under his skin. He stares into those pretty ocean eyes (and realizes that they don't look sad at all, haven't for a while now), and he tells the truth. This time, he doesn't leave anything out. 

#harringrove #my fic #my writing #back on my bs #this is how i cope

[hikarinon]

Fictitious Promise

۵ Pairing :  Haikyuu!! MIYA ATSUMU x reader

۵ Angsttt + fluff, OOC, heartbreaks, promises :”

۵ Warnings : i hope this messes you up

  Loving you never broke my heart, Atsu.

Believing in your promises did.

There he is.

Dazzling.

Swarmed by others the moment he walked out through the doors and put on a smile. Hands carefully, yet instinctively finding its way around waists, head, and shoulders.

Black jersey drawed and pulled by soft hands with pretty nails. The way those fingers trailed their way up and down on his stern chest, wailing noises of indirect desires. You might be standing meters a way from the party, yet no one’s stupid enough not to see it. the way he’s enjoying it.

There he is.

That scumbag.

Your attention went upon a sudden knock on your window shield, you smiled at the subject as you let the car window slowly lower. He smiled back,

“Hey gorgeous.” his hands tucks away a strand of hair behind your ear, as if that’s what he does best. Your cheeks leaned on his palms sweetly as he hums at your action.

“You’re driving now, Atsu” you grinned when he clicked his tongue.

Finally able to look elsewhere rather than front, your eyes scanned the surroundings, sucking it all in as if you’ll never see it again. You looked everywhere, especially upon the person right beside you. his warmth spread upon your thighs, signaling you to give him your hands. He brushed his lips against your knuckles,

“Wanna go buy some take outs, babe?”

“Yes, I’m begging you.”

He chuckled, “Anything for you, princess.”

—————

   Do you remember when destiny allowed him to flirt with you for the very first time?

You were simply sitting alone on your desk, cheeks resting on your left palm while the other was writing an assignment. A shadow appeared in front of you, knocked on your desk. And there he was, sitting on the chair backwards, smugly smiling as his hands crossed on your desk.

“Hey, can I borrow a pen?”

You calmly gave it to him. He resumed to draw scribbles on your desk, “It doesn’t work.”

“It obviously does, Miya-san”

“Oh really?” he gave you his palm, “ then try writing your number here.”

—————

“May I ask for your orders?”

He threw an easy brief warm smile at you before saying his orders, “One double cheeseburger ala carte, one large pepsi with two straws, and one twenty pc chicken nugget sharebox for my starving girlfriend.”

“Atsu, babe. I will throw hands”

—————

    Remember when you went out for a date to the movies? He was late. Yet there he was, hands full. He bought you three hot dogs, one hot chocolate, one caramel popcorn bucket sized, and one large pepsi with two straws to share. He instantly got the couple sit tickets the moment he saw they were available. both of your hands linked to each other throughout the whole entire movie.

You whispered in his ears ,“ I wanna eat. Can you let go of my hand for a bi-”

“Nope. Sorry, can’t do that”  

—————

Your eyes glimmered with orange by the sunset. The car parked on a hill, he turned on some alternative music on the radio, whilst eating the burger. His eyes caught you sweetly munching on your nuggies and he instantly went soft. You were startled by the sudden flash as he took a pic of you. a glare sent from the corner of your eyes, mouth full with nuggets. He smiled cunningly and captured your lips with his playfully,

“Relax, you’re pretty.”

—————

     Remember the day when suddenly he took a lot of photos of you? He realized his phone didn’t have at least 100 photos of you. You were very flustered by his sudden action that day, but dear how elated you were. They weren’t pretty in your eyes, but his sarcastic mouth said otherwise.

“Geez, why are you so jealous of my overly gorgeous girlfriend?” he continued to ramble through his phone.

“Here, look. I even made her my wallpaper so piss off.”

—————

You cackled loudly as he tangles your waist and pulls you down with him, sinking on the sofa.

“Where do you think you’re going babe” his nose lovingly nuzzled against the back of your neck, sending faint shivers. You jiggled, trying to escape from his strong grasp “Pleaseeee I haven’t bathe.” his lips littered down your back, “Mmmm no wonder you smell nice.”

Your fists lightly hit him on the chest. You turned around to face his stunning features as your lips formed a smile the moment he sealed it with his,

“Let’s bathe together, yeah?”

—————

   Remember when the Inarizaki team brought you along to the beach cause he begged them to? You literally bought a new swimsuit just to show off some skin for him. He adores your body very much. More than he intended to actually.

The moment you opened your clothes, revealing a two piece swimsuit, all stares and whistles headed towards you. It wasn’t even a minute till your body was covered with something soft that had a very familiar scent on it.

“I literally bought this just for this occasion, Atsu.”

“I think we can all agree that you’re hot ,babe. And you know that. What you probably didn’t know was that you’re hotness can only be reserved by me and me only.”

————— 

“Oh my god, then what?” you find yourself on the corner of tub playing footsies with Atsumu who is seated on the opposite side, stroking your feet with his.

“Then Omi-omi took his handkerchief and slapped it across Bokuto’s face” you snorted.

Mellow water enveloping your nudity, your body started to lean deeper. You can feel your face sink into the warmth as you closed your eyes, wanting to float.

You felt a pull on your hips. He easily caressed your back, lifting you up. Your eyes met and drowned in the most mesmerizing hazelnut eyes, drooping, slowly closing. He took his precious time enjoying his view. With most eagerness laying hot breaths against your wet plump lips

He leaned forward to taste them. His teeth nibbled your lower lips, enticing it to open. Your tongues swirled together in the hotness of the insides of your mouth. Your hips instinctively grind against his, you whined a moan as he released your swollen lips.

“Have I told you today that I love you?”

—————

     Remember when he suddenly opened up to you about his deep feelings and insecurities? You simply missed him, you just gotta call. With a hoarse voice you said hi and cue the intros.

He admitted that he was really that happy you called. He needed someone to talk to and you were just the perfect person for that matter. Delight filled your heart as he spent a solid three hours on the phone with you, just being vulnerable.

“You are an angel, did you know that babe? You mean everything to me. You accepted me for who I am, you’re the only one who understood me, and you know all of my bad sides and self-defects yet…” he paused,

“You still stayed ….…. darn it, I love you.”  

—————

he stared at you all doe eyed, watching some old vines on youtube. As cute as you were all dolled up, wearing his oversized sweater, laying on your stomach on the bed, it was torturing him on how you’re not under his arms right now.

His body plopped on top of your back, but careful enough not to crush you. It was now officially his mission to steal your attention. He pampered wet kisses on your shoulders, licking and biting you as he heard someone sing from your phone,

“Goodness he’s worse than you, Atsu-OWEHATTHEFUCKK” he cuts you off by pinching your sides, tickling it. You were wheezing as both of you laughed widely while fighting for dominance. He finally had your attention. he took a hold of your wrist and pinned it on top of your head. he smirked cynically,

“Turns out I’m too patient with you, sweetheart. How bout a lil punishment, hm?”

—————

    God, remember when he wrote a song just for you? It was just this year. Your birthday to be exact.

He said the MSBY had a meeting the whole day so he couldn’t just go and throw flowers and shower your whole body with kisses as you bathe and make love together in his jacuzzi. You were a bit disappointed to be honest.

But all your sorrows vanished the second you heard the audio he sent you.

Words by words, sentence by sentence, exclaiming his love for you. You could hear that he was a bit out of tune, but honestly, you didn’t give a single fuck about his voice. Your heart was too consumed with the lyrics,

“ Baby, I know

I can make it better, I can hold you tighter

All roads leads to you” 

—————

All spooned up by his stature, his legs captivated yours to decrease the rate of possibilities of you leaving him. He breathe against your back, hands circling your torso adoringly.

He loves doing that, it gives him somewhat kind of tranquility and ecstasy on how your being is near him and with him. You can’t help but find yourself smiling foolishly as you hear his muffled I love you’s against your skin.

Then all of the sudden, it rained.

He lifted his head to look out the window to confirm the pouring rain outside, then he went back to his former position

“You like the rain, right?” he hummed

—————

  Oh the rain

Remember the rain? You must never forget the rain.

Room scattered with thrown books. Legs frail, fallen to the floor. It went just like that and voila, you had a huge fight. He didn’t restrain his volume as he yelled back his defense, and so did you. Then silence filled the room. The only thing keeping you conscious is the sound of the pouring rain outside and the menacing, broken stare he bestowed upon you.

You closed your eyes shut, emptiness rushed through your body, letting the tears stain the floor as you ran out of the house. Your feet brought you out, far away from him. the coldness wet rain enveloping your being. But compared with what he gave you, it was beyond warm.

But it’s okay, it’s over anyway. Warm tears combined with the falling rain, jerked the moment your sight was surprised by him. Wet, drenched, catching his breath, hands holding a dry jacket. He hesitantly wrapped you in them and pulled on its sides, causing you to fall forward leaning on his chest.

With a hard push you backed away, but he didn’t give up on you yet. He embraced you, stroking your hair, your back, calming the both of you down.

“It’s not going to be easy babe. putting up with me, putting up with you, it’s hard. But I want to do it, I wanna go through all of it with you. Just you!” your breath sobbed against his chest. He squeezed you tighter, kissing your forehead.

he held on for his goddamn life.

“I promise I’m going to change. I’m sorry for yelling at you babe, my sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I won’t do anything like that again.” your whimpering lips silenced by his,

“I”m not going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

————— 

Your sight became cloudy after receiving his question. You used your index finger to lightly graze off the wetness trickling down from your eyes, careful so he won’t notice. Then you flipped your body to face his.

—————

  Remember how he kissed you to sleep that night?

How he made such a dramatic scene?

All his mistakes, his errors, his faults.

Remember how he apologized for all of it

-

Just to end up doing it all over again?

—————

 You clenched your fists and smiled,

“Yeah, I like it a lot.”

—————

  You know what else you remember?

how there were other faded ink on his palm

how he made you wait three hours, all alone in the cinema

and blamed you for being to early in the first place

—————

You fondled and stroked his slumbered cheeks, softly snoring.

—————

  how there were other gorgeous pictures in his gallery, probably more than 100

 And how his wallpaper  magically changed the next day

—————

 Your lips sealed his temple, as a huge wave went up to your heart, tearing them apart.

—————

  the way his eyes looked at those luscious body at the beach, bodies that weren’t yours.

how he didn’t notice the despair in your voice as he opened up to you that night you called him

you had to swallow up your all your tears and restrain yourself from telling him that your grandfather just passed away.

—————

 Your lips clenched, pursing against his temple as you whispered a hoarse goodbye.

—————

  God, remember how you found out he gave you the exact same song he gave his ex?

—————

 You stood up from the bed, released from his tender arms.

—————

  Remember how he barely calls you, how he didn’t want to hear your stories, how he didn’t ask you if you were okay, how you had to say sorry for venting, how his eyes didn’t smile when you were talking to him, how he said you didn’t care about him at all?

—————

 The sealed letter placed on your pillow. With all capabilities you have left, you changed and grabbed your baggage and your plane ticket.

It took everything in you not to break down as you take the doorknob into your hands.

—————

  I kept asking this questions over and over again Atsu, and every time I do, the answer remains the same.

Yes, I do remember.

I remember every single shit of it. 

Now the question is, do you remember, Atsu? Did any of this even pass through your mind before you bought the thing that is in your drawer? The one with our names carved on it? How could you be so sure of succeeding?

But yeah I would probably fall to my knees, crying tears of joy, repeating my indulgement over and over again as you’d slip it in between my fingers.

—————

 You flinched when you heard a voice coming from his mouth. You turned around to glance at him attentively, just to see him still sleeping peacefully, mumbling out the words,

“.…m..marry me….y/n…”

You quickly opened the door, closing it while you still can,

and you broke down.

Your body leans on the door,clenching it, slowly falling down to the tiles. Your eyes closed shut, sobbing out every everlasting tears. You quickly lift your hand to seal your muffled, gasping cries escaping your mouth. Silencing it.

—————

  And that’s why I’m leaving, Atsu. Because I know I won’t reject you.

 We’re all fools in love, huh?

—————

 and you left

Finally.

—————

  Loving you never broke my heart, Atsu. Believing in your promises did.

-

 -Sincerely, y/n

—————

 Sunshine peeking through the shades, triggering his eyelids to open. Empty arms greeted him, but he let it slide. He thought you’re probably just lurking somewhere in the house being all pretty. He smiled at the thought.

 That is, till his hands found its way on a letter.

 ‘Dear, Atsu’

————————————————

 All that was left was a crumbled, slightly wet letter, an empty proposal ring, and a curled up Miya Atsumu, all laying on the cold floor.

 Devastation, guilt, and dejection emptying him. His heart clenched out tears every single time he remembered.

Hiccups and gasps reaching for air filled the silence. Heavy breaths barely escaped his trembling lips as tears flowed down on his laps with ease. You broke him.

 You broke his heart

 For you have also broken a promise

 Do you remember, love?

 when you promised him you would stay.

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[ushibug]

SMOKING WITH THEM //UA BOYS.

Summary: what it’d be like to be under the influence with them :D LOL

Warning: usage of weed, swearing, dumb teen things.

Bakugo Katsuki

It’s quiet

It’s probably in the comfort of a room, with low lights on and some music playing

It’s such a soft aura

(smoking with Bakugo is a PRIVILEGE take it or leave it.)

Some hot cheetos or takis are included so there is some munching as the bag is between you two on the floor.

both of you can’t speak, but there’s so many things you guys wanna say

So it’s just you both half awake, staring up at those stupid star stickers, jus thinkin

Eye opening highs every time with him

Minds going x games mode

It’s only when Bakugo chuckles at his own immaculate thoughts that brings your attention back to this moment

“What?” You croak, a sly smile played on your lips as your eyes crinkle more due to being clammy

“Just thought about how stupid Deku is.” He smiles contently.

“Lol. I see that.” You nod, laying back down.

Denki Kaminari

It’s a blast

It’s probably you guys outside because you smoked somewhere random then realized McDonalds is sounding really good

Two shitfaced teens on the streets, the best combination tbh.

Denki makes anything and everything funny.

“Look a branch.” He stifling his laugh so hard as he points.

Making you spit out in laughter.

Then he proceeds to say “tree.” Which makes you both piss your pants.

Once you reach McDonald’s in a stumble because of how clammed up your eyes are it’s 10x better.

Poor night shift employee as you guys stupidly stare at the menu for minutes.

When you guys finally get the foods it’s at the booth in the corner by the window.

“I fucking love Burger King.”

“Dude were at McDonald’s.”

“For real?”

Kirishima Eijiro

It’s a adventure.

It’s probably him dragging you along everywhere

Anywhere accessible at the evening starting with watching the sunset high as kites at a pond

Who makes the best duck sound? Let’s find out.

Then it’s yall going to whatever next great view of the city there is.

Or to a random lively city street if y’all bold bold.

It’s a bit quiet with you guys just taking in everything. Likes you’ve never seen it before.

Occasionally being loud when you both see something you’d like, or amazes you.

But as soon as y’all see a human? Stiff as a board. Even tryna roll in the ground like ninjas to avoid humans.

Kinda hard when all you hear is snickering behind that pole bc Kirishima couldn’t do a proper summer sault.

“Do you think they saw us?” You ask, peeking over the bush.

No response

“Kirishima?? Dude report to me man!” You whisper yell looking around.

“Pss down here!” He whispers from the ground where he is face planted.

“Nice.”

Sero Hanta

It’s hectic

It’s in the middle of a living room, with a cool action movie playing and yall so indulged in.

Stuffing your face in anything that’s in the fridge

Bruh even croutons taste immaculate

Until the credits roll, and music plays...

Cause when the music plays?? Man y’all on your feet.

It’s sweating and gasping at who can dance the best.

Both just going at it until the music FINALLY ends and you guys are left in pants,

“I have a wii.” Is all he whispers out

Fuck it, that whole session is yall just having a dance off on wii now.

Just Dance 1,2,3,4 & 5

Sorry babes but you loose when Shakira or any Latin song comes on :/ cause he can MOVE hips

“I-” pauses to to a spin. “Am going too-” lil hip movement “WIN.” He yells hitting that special move

Your just watching him in amazement. You stopped playing 1 minute into Hips Dont Lie just to observe

“Can... can you twerk?”

Shinsou Hitoshi

It’s chill

Almost like a goofy meditation

Both of you sitting across from eachother on the balcony, bong in the middle.

Staring contest and the first one to break has to drink the bong water.

But it’s long forgotten cause while staring you both get lost in train in thought.

It’s kinda deep too, both of you speaking about anything and everything relevant to your lives.

Like y’all be talking about how assimilated First Nations people are to what you’d do if aliens chose you as the president to why y’all knew you where depressed at the age of 11.

Shinsou is invested when it comes to conspiracy theories.

The use of “bruh” is also very common in this session.

Y’all there but not there so it’s a good flow of conversation and just an overall great vibe.

“..and that’s how I knew If the zombie apocalypse happened I’d be the 12th person in class to croak.” You stretch, finally finishing your explanation.

“This doesn’t explain how if Regina Goarge was there she’d die third.”

Mirio Togata

It’s pure happiness.

It’a like reality shifts too this unrealistic too perfect of a world with him

Both leaning against the counter, laughing as you both lick spoons of batter from the cookies that where baking.

Him talking on about how dandelions are flowers, or how there’s a certain beauty in everything and anything.

You talking about how bees are such a wonderful creation, and how cute humans truly are.

It’s oddly serious, very analytical with a goofy underside.

Obviously goofy y’all high as fuck in a kitchen

Tbh hes also the type to eat a whole peanut butter jar so beware

The cookies are a little burnt but you guys laugh when you notice how horrible of a circle they are.

“Kinda looks like a paw print.” Mirio mumbles, inspecting the cookie in his hands.

“What if we we got Tamaki to eat a dog, would he turn into one?” You croak out, snickering at the not so thought out thought.

Mirio gasps at the thought of him eating a dog out of all things.

Your eyes widen at what you just said before mirios mouths open...

“Dude...that’d be adorable.”

YALL CANT THINK MORALY OKY?? LMAO

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[kat-tamin]

you’re a cowboy like me

For Women of SVU Week 2021: Day Six: There was only one bed

Ship: Kat x Amanda

Warnings: Smut, including oral and fingering

Word Count: 2115

“Rollins, I just got word that our suspect got picked up in Westhampton's. We need to go pick him up.”

Amanda looked up at Kat. “When?”

“ASAP. ADA wants him arraigned tomorrow.” Kat gave the older detective a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Rollins. Hamptons PD says we can get him first thing tomorrow morning.”

“That means leaving tonight.” Amanda rubbed her forehead in frustration. “I’ll see if I can get someone to watch the girls.”

“Sorry, Rollins.” Kat smiled, trying to come up with something comforting. “On the bright side, mini vacay? I can make us a road trip mix.”

“Fine.” Amanda grabbed her keys, heading for the elevator. “Go pack a bag. I’ll meet you back here.” She paused, turned back to Kat. “None of that mumble rap crap, though. That’s not music.”

___

An almost 3 hour drive for two people who didn’t know each other that well was practically torture. The majority of the drive was spent in awkward silence. The only time they spoke was to discuss the landscape, or the case they were currently working on, Kat’s 90s music mix filling in the gaps of conversation. 

This wasn’t like Kat, or Amanda. They were both quite talkative women, but there seemed to be an underlying awkwardness between them when they weren’t at work. Neither was quite sure why. They just didn’t seem to have a lot in common. Kat was young, while Amanda was a mom. That alone made their lives very different.

Chasing Waterfalls by TLC came up on the mix, and Amanda automatically turned the volume up.

“You like this?” Kat raised her voice to be heard over the music.

Amanda nodded, grinning. “Reminds me of when I was young.”

“Me too! I remember them playing it at my elementary school graduation!”

Amanda turned to her wide eyed. “Your what?”

“Yeah, it was fun- what?” Kat glanced at Amanda’s disgusted face.

“Kat, this played at my senior prom.”

Kat snorted, and quickly covered her open mouth with her hand. “Sorry, Rollins.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Amanda muttered. “Respect your elders, Tamin.”

“Yes, ma'am.” 

Kat’s tone of voice made Amanda’s breath catch in her throat. She had to quickly right the car so it wouldn’t swerve into the other lane.

Finally, the two SVU members made it to the motel that the department had booked for the night. It was just outside town, close to the station. Kat would have preferred to be closer to the ocean, but beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to a free hotel room. 

Kat noticed Amanda was already walking into the office, and hurried after her, catching the door just before it closed.

“You must be the NYPD!” The cheerful, older woman working greeted them. “One bed, right?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Kat leaned on the check in desk, blinking in surprise. 

“That’s what was booked.” The woman peered at her screen. “A queen sized room.”

“But there’s two of us,” Amanda reminded her, her voice tight.

“I’m sorry, Detective. I’m afraid I’m all booked up otherwise.” The worker scrunched up her nose. “I think I may have a cot lying around.”

Kat and Amanda glanced at each other, their eyes wide. A motel cot was just asking for a messed up back for a week.

“We can share.” Amanda turned back to the counter. “Right, Kat?”

“Right.” Kat suddenly felt very thirsty, her throat dry. “No big deal.”

After dumping their bags in their room, neither looking at the single bed, Amanda suggested they find a pub to eat at. “I could use a drink.”

Luckily, there was a bar down the street that served dinner. It was dark and dirty, but Kat didn’t mind. The smell of grease made her stomach growl, and her mouth water. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, forgoing lunch to finish up paperwork.

“Drink?” Amanda didn’t wait for Kat’s answer, flagging down the bartender.

“I’ll have a whiskey, neat.” Her eyes went to the blackboard menu. “And a burger with fries.”

The bartender nodded, then looked at Kat. “You?”

“Scotch and soda, please. I’ll have the burger too.”

He left to put in their order, and Kat’s eyes wandered over the tight space, with it’s neon signs and bright decor. “This reminds me of this lesbian bar in Brooklyn.”

“Ginger’s.” 

Kat turned to Amanda, surprised. “You know it?”

Amanda just shrugged. “Of course.”

Their drinks were put down on the bartop, interrupting Kat’s follow up questions before they could start.

The combination of liquor and the exhaustion from the drive loosened their tongues. Over their greasy meals, Amanda and Kat found that they had more in common then they first thought.

Besides the obvious work connection, they bonded over the fact that they grew up pretty poor. This started a debate about whether it was worse to be in a New York winter without heat, or a summer in Georgia without air conditioning. 

“You can’t say Winter is worse. You’ve never experienced summer in the south.” Kat noticed Amanda’s accent became more pronounced, whether it was from the talk of home or the alcohol. “You sleep naked, but still wake up hot and sticky.”

Kat’s thoughts betrayed her by imaging Amanda’s body sticky with sweat. She took a large swig of her drink, blood rushing to her cheeks.

___

The air was thick with tension as they changed into their pajamas, and slipped under the covers. Kat made sure to stick as close to the edge as possible, not wanting to make the other woman uncomfortable. She didn’t know many straight girls who were cool with sleeping in the same bed as her, unless they weren’t as straight as they said.

Was Amanda one of those girls? She knew about Ginger’s, after all. Maybe she’s just an ally, Kat thought. She had at least slept with two men, Kat knew for sure. There was no indication that Amanda was into women. Except the niggling feeling Kat got when Amanda stood a certain way, or the way she dressed sometimes. Her internal radar always seemed to ping when she looked at Amanda.

On the other side of the bed, Amanda turned onto her side. Then tossed onto her other side. Then on her back. She heard Kat shift. “Sorry,” Amanda whispered. “Can’t get comfy.”

“All good.” Kat turned to face Amanda. “Do you want me to ask for the cot?”

“Nah.” Amanda craned her neck to look at her. “Unless you want to.”

She felt Kat shake her head. “I’m used to sharing a bed.” 

“With your girlfriend?” Amanda’s voice came out confrontational, making her wince.

Kat stiffened. “No, with my sister.”

“Oh.”

They laid in silence for a minute. A passing car illuminated their room for a flash.

“I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” Kat whispered.

“Yeah, the pandemic kinda killed the dating game,” Amanda replied, folding her hands over her stomach. “Men weren’t really beating down the door before then either.”

“But you’re so beautiful!” Kat blurted out.

Amanda just chuckled sadly. “A lot of the guys I meet don’t want an automatic family.”

Kat propped herself on her elbow. “Not even to hook up?”

Amanda wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m getting too old to play that game.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re fucking hot.” Woah, where’d that come from? Kat winced.

Amanda slowly turned towards Kat, their faces close now. “Yeah?”

“Yeah...”

In a split second, Amanda made a decision. She moved, and pressed her lips to Kat’s, who eagerly responded. Their movements became rushed, and soon Kat was pulling at Amanda’s tee. Amanda slipped it over her head, then helped Kat out of her own.

“Have you done this before?” Kat couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes.” Amanda’s mouth moved to Kat’s earlobe, her breath hot.

“At Ginger’s?” 

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” Amanda bit down gently on her ear, making Kat moan. The sound flooded Amanda’s stomach with heat.

Amanda moved down Kat’s body, leaving open mouthed kisses. Her fingers ghosted over the front of Kat’s sports bra, making her nipples pebble. She leaned down, biting at one gently through the fabric.

“Oh, fuck!” Amanda hurriedly captured Kat’s groan in her mouth. Their tongues slipped over each other, wet and slick.

Amanda’s hand slipped under Kat’s hips, pulling down her pants and underwear in one tug. 

“Let me see you,” Amanda said, leaning over to snap on the lamp.

Now in the light, Kat could get a good look at Amanda leaning over her, her bare chest right in front of Kat’s face. Her breasts were full and round with pink stretch marks, and tiny nipples.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Kat breathed.

Amanda’s face broke into a cocky grin. “Not so bad yourself.”

They met back in a hurried kiss, tongues swirling around each other.

Kat felt Amanda’s hand on her inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin. Kat shivered at the sensation, her eyes closing.

“What do you want?” Amanda’s voice in her ear.

Kat’s legs opened wider, begging for her touch. “Anything. You.”

Amanda’s mouth took her previous path, this time making it all the way down to where she wanted her most, the scent making Amanda’s mouth water.

She slid a finger down Kat’s slit, making the other woman gasp. She couldn’t help but tease, liking the way Kat’s eyes screwed shut in frustration.

“Amanda, please...”

Amanda ducked her head down, her mouth taking her finger’s place. She teased Kat’s entrance with her tongue, savoring the wetness that gathered there. 

“Please.”

Her tongue made contact with Kat’s clit, making her back arch. Kat’s thighs tightened around Amanda’s head more and more with every swipe. 

“Fuck, just like that.” 

Kat let out a gasp, Amanda’s mouth sucking hard on her clit. Heat built in Kat’s body, her muscles growing tight. The sheets were curled tight in her clenched fists.

“I’m close!”

Amanda could feel her, the wetness clinging to her lips, Kat’s hand moving to her hair, pulling gently as she pressed her cunt closer to Amanda’s face. Amanda suddenly pushed two fingers into her pussy, making Kat finally cum with a small scream of her name.

Amanda scissored her fingers, letting Kat ride out her orgasm, then moved up her body to give her a kiss, letting Kat taste herself on Amanda’s tongue.

Kat used the distraction to flip Amanda onto her back, straddling her hips. “My turn.”

Amanda shimmied out of her bottoms, finally leaving her bare. “Be my guest.”

Kat took her time, hands tracing Amanda’s breasts and collarbone. The light touch raised goosebumps on her body, her nipples hard. Kat circled one, then the other.

“Harder.” Amanda’s hand went to her own chest to demonstrate the strong pinch she liked. 

“You like it rough, huh?” Kat decided to up the game, and bit down on Amanda’s nipple instead.

Amanda groaned. “Fuck yeah, like that.”

Kat took the nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting the flesh. Amanda moaned loudly, her hand drifting down to her clit.

In a flash, Kat grabbed her wrist. “Nuh uh.” Kat grabbed the other wrist, and pinned them above Amanda’s blonde head. “Do I need to grab the cuffs?” Kat licked a stripe along Amanda’s neck. “Or are you going to be good?”

“I’ll be good,” Amanda promised. “But you should probably get going.” She bucked her hips pointedly, urging Kat to her pussy.

“Keep your hands there,” Kat ordered. She let go of Amanda, testing her. To her credit, Amanda didn’t move. “Good girl.”

She moved down the bed so she could get into a better position in front of Amanda’s cunt. It was mostly bare, except for a small triangle of blonde hair. Her lips were wet with her slick. 

Kat stroked her clit with her thumb, and in a quick move, thrust three fingers deep into her pussy, finding no resistance.

Amanda screamed, but didn’t move her hands to push Kat away. Kat pistoned in and out of her. “So good taking my fingers, baby.”

Kat’s words made Amanda tighten, her walls clenching down against Kat’s fingers. She moves her hand to massage Amanda’s front wall, the spot that Amanda could never reach on her own. 

It wasn’t long before Amanda was shuddering and gasping. “Oh, God….”

Kat withdrew her hand, pressing them into Amanda’s mouth. Her tongue made good work of cleaning off the younger girl’s fingers.

They both laid on their backs, breathing hard. Kat reached over to turn the lamp off, plunging the room back into darkness.

Amanda curled on her side, and Kat slung an arm around her waist, burying her face in her neck.

All tangled up, their tiny bed didn’t seem as small anymore.

#wsvu week #kat tamin #amanda rollins #kat x amanda #tamlins #fanfic #svu #kat tamin fanfic #*

[filipinoizukuu]

It's cause the combination of dekus baby face and funny clothing make him look like a 3rd grade kid ready to go on a school field trip 😭

no ok wait this is so funny bc it reminds me of like. this thing i once did.

OK TO PREFACE EVERYTHING. i know how to do fashion. i SWEAR i do. i have like. good hot clothes that will guarantee me the no. 1 spot as the hottest person in the supermarket

BUT

i do like dressing. horribly. just on occassion. only sometimes. because i think its both cute and hilarious

and there was this time where i was wearing. this goddawful get up of like. weird swishy purple skirt and a long sleeved purple tee that had fucking club penguin emblazoned on its front. i wore purple vans and had this ugly jacket on that was also bright purple and fuzzy in the bad way and went to the mall with my long suffering family

and like. you see, we decided to eat at this diner place. a very nice diner place with really good food that was probably FULL of cholesterol and was kinda expensive and had like weirdly sticky floors and patrons that were watching like football or something idk

the waitress comes by and starts pickin up our orders and we go down the line w burgers and calamari and whatever. you get the point. and as the lady is leaving, I'm like 'aw fuck ma im craving something sweet can we please have a brownie?' except not in so many words because no one curses at their asian moms and also no one speaks like that in real life--so i essentially just tug my moms sleeve like a dying victorian child and point at the brownie on their greasy menus.

my mom goes oh ok and asks the waitress to add a brownie to the bill and to not serve it til later because i have as good of an impulse control as a horny rabbit. the waitress hums, looks up, sees me doodling on the paper placemats in my full on fucking hideous club penguin purple regalia and pauses.

"... if youre interested, we have a kids discount."

and like okay. by the eyes of the law and also my very energetic grandma, i am what you could describe as a child.

but see. the discount they were offering. right. funny thing was that it. was for kids below 9 years old.

im sitting there, 15 and literally in highschool, working on research essays and joining the debate team, contemplating the fact that i was offered a discount because of my fucking club penguin tee. i say nothing, my brother holds me back, and my mom nods and says sure!! we'd love that!! so the waitress lady smiles and does nothing to verify my actual age because i just really actually do have a baby face and also im real fucking short.

she finishes taking our orders and the waitress does her whole spiel. but then, in a spur of hunger-powered brilliance, my family decides to really REALLY nail it in. from her huge handbag reserved for tired soccer moms, my mother hands me her phone and tells me with the straightest fucking expression:

"since we're going to wait a bit for our food, why dont you go play candy crush for a bit, codi?"

and with those very words my soul ascends and i take the phone and then swear an oath on every higher power that exists to never fucking enter that diner ever again--the end.

moral of the story: if you arent equipped enough to dress well and use pretty privilege, then dressing like a fucking toddler and holding your moms shock proof otter case android will get you discounts too

#asks #anon #no one asked but i needed to share anyway #long post

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Angel

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Johnny Seo (NCT)

Warnings: Language, some mentions of smut

Genre: Married AU; Family AU

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Y/N has a good life. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and she has two amazing kids. However, even she has days where this whole quarantine thing really starts to take its toll. 

A/N: Johnny said he’d be married with kids by now, so I made it happen fictitiously.

Angel

It was morning again, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to the familiar chime of my alarm. I released a groan, reaching over to silence my cellphone while ignoring the familiar sounds of footsteps in the hallways.

“Mommy!” My daughter’s screeching voice managed to somehow defy the barrier of my bedroom door, finding me through the drowsy haze that desperately wanted more sleep.

“Five more minutes,” I slurred, but my wish was never granted. Instead, I had my hopes dashed when my daughter and son abruptly slammed the bedroom door against its hinges, screaming at the top of their lungs as they threw themselves on top of me. The bedframe creaked from the additional weight, and my eyes shot open when my son crawled over my stomach, pressing down uncomfortably against my poor bladder. “Okay!” I grimaced, attempting to sit up straight. “I think we’ve had enough time to torture Mommy.”

My daughter was a mess of giggles, looking up at me with brown eyes that distinctly reminded me of Johnny. “Guess what?” she whispered as if protecting a secret of immense value.

“What?” I whispered in return.

“I made you a picture!” she squealed, reaching for my hand and using gravity to her advantage when she rolled off the mattress and landed in the floor. I winced at the pressure on my shoulder, complying with her demands by throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m coming.” I groaned, watching as she and her younger brother immediately took off in the direction of the living room.

It had become a tedious cycle at this point, waking up early in the morning to cook breakfast, only to spend most of the day figuring out creative ways to keep my children entertained. I sighed in exasperation, secretly cursing Johnny because he still had to work everyday at the office in spite of this enormously burdensome pandemic that forced the schools to close. Since I was an Elementary school teacher, I was also forced to stay at home everyday, which initially seemed advantageous because I wouldn’t need to inquire about a babysitter for our kids. However, the longer I spent locked inside the house all day, the more I was slowly starting to lose my mind and all sense of rationality.

My children were both young and energetic, demanding constant attention. 

They were also notorious mischief makers.

Thus, I paused at the entrance to the living room, ignoring my son and daughter as they clapped along with the characters on their TV show. Because there was nothing to celebrate in regards to the mess that was waiting for me in the form of the dreaded Crayola Massacre. Lines of blue, black, and yellow decorating my walls in long stripes. “Do you like it, Mommy?” my daughter asked, and I closed my eyes in response, exhaling around a sigh instead of the scream that fought for release.

Despite scrubbing at the walls for over three hours, there was still evidence of my daughter’s artwork in faded colors that had successfully smeared themselves together in decidedly very unattractive ways. However, the arrival of my husband signaled a reprieve from my work, and I was lucky enough to intercept Johnny’s entrance without our children noticing. He smiled at me like a knight in shining armor, shrugging off his jacket and grunting when I ran into his arms.

“Y/N, what are you-” I cut him off with a kiss, pressing my lips fiercely against his in the hopes of using Johnny to drown out the rest of this disastrous day. I was a needy mess for my husband, and I wordlessly led him into our bedroom while keeping our mouths seared together.

“Holy shit, I missed you,” I whined, and Johnny kissed me feverishly while I wrapped my arms around his neck in desperation, grinding myself against his thigh in the hopes of chasing an orgasm that I had been denied for weeks while remaining at home.

“Daddy!”

“No,” I whimpered pathetically when I felt Johnny start to pull away, clutching tightly to his shirt sleeves while he chuckled and gently reached behind him for the door.

“We’ll talk later,” he said with a wink, turning around to greet his son who jumped gleefully into his father’s arms.

Meanwhile, I was left feeling increasingly desperate, studying my husband’s ass with a groan. Why did he have to look so ridiculously good in the suits that he was required to wear to the office? It was a tragedy for my condition because I wanted nothing more than to drag Johnny onto our bed while I spread my legs wide open for him.

But the moment was tragically gone. My children had my husband’s attention, so I trudged despondently into the kitchen to prepare another half-assed attempt at a meal.

After dinner, I decided to clean up in the kitchen, hearing my husband attempt to handle our demanding children in the living room. They were playing some kind of made-up game that Johnny had likely encouraged, claiming that it was good for them to use their imaginations. Whatever it was, I could tell that it had taken quite the number on my husband when he entered the kitchen while panting, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Are you having fun?” I asked with a smirk.

Johnny glared playfully in my direction. “What are you talking about? I love it when they wrestle me to the floor.”

“They can be a handful,” I said with a shaky sigh, closing my eyes for a moment as I finished the dishes.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Johnny asked, leaning against my side as he wrapped one arm around my waist.

I decided not to hold anything back since the possibility of losing my last hold on rational sanity was dying each day. “I can’t fucking take it anymore,” I said, groaning as I pressed myself even closer to his chest. “I love them so much, but I need time to myself, and I can’t even cook lunch without someone glued to my legs!”

Johnny chuckled, but he held me close as he planted a kiss on top of my head. “Y/N, you shouldn’t let yourself get this bad.”

“I’m their mother,” I said. “I should be able to handle anything.”

“Everyone needs some time away,” Johnny said, soothing his hand across my back in a much-needed gesture of comfort. “Hey, why don’t we go out tomorrow?”

I sniffled, looking up at him through blurry eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we can call Mark or something to come watch the kids while we go out for a drive. Grab takeout and park the car on the river.”

I snorted around a laugh. “Mark is basically a kid himself.”

“He can handle them for a few hours,” Johnny said, pulling away to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “What do you say?”

I managed a nod before allowing Johnny to engulf me in his strong embrace, blocking out the rest of the world for several long, glorious minutes.

Mark Lee was, in a sense, mostly reliable when it came to babysitting. The main problem was that he still possessed a childlike mentality himself, and I would worry constantly about my kids while they were left to his care. But Mark was the only one available at this hour, and he promised me a thousand times that he would actually obey the list I gave him. Including a detailed outline of all the foods that my kids couldn’t have after 8:00 PM.

“You two have fun,” Mark said with a knowing wink, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“We’ll be back before 10:00,” I said, grabbing Johnny’s hand as the two of us left Mark standing on the front porch, walking to Johnny’s car in relative silence.

However, as soon as I was situated in the front seat, I turned to look at Johnny as he messed with the ignition. “Well?” I asked him. “What do you want to do?”

Johnny laughed, easing the car onto the road as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “Remember what we used to do in college?”

“You mean, drive somewhere isolated with our cheap takeout?”

Johnny nodded. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a long time,” I said, instantly onboard with such a seemingly innocuous suggestion, but it was the most thrilling plan I had been apart of in months.  

It made me miss our college days, when our only responsibilities included turning in essays ten minutes before their due date while trying to balance the tricky combination of a social life and attaining a useful education. Johnny and I met during his Senior year of college at a frat party, and it seemed like our future together was solidified when he took me out on his drunken version of a first date in the parking lot behind Burger King. Regardless of how ridiculous it seemed in the present, I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything else in the entire world.

“I feel you thinking hard, babe,” Johnny remarked as we pulled into the parking lot of our favorite diner. 

“It’s nothing,” I reassured him, watching as Johnny dialed the diner’s phone number to place a takeout order, and we talked for twenty minutes about how much of an asshole Johnny’s boss acted during quarantine.

It was raining when our order was finally ready, and I laughed when Johnny ran out of the car, holding one of our backseat towels over his head. It was a hilarious sight, and my smile was almost painfully wide when he returned with our bag, dripping from head to toe. “I hope the food isn’t ruined,” Johnny said, giving no further thought to his disheveled state.

Nevertheless, Johnny drove us to the abandoned parking lot at the beach downtown, overlooking the ocean at night as it reflected the full moon in all its glory. Meanwhile, I bit down into my hamburger, relishing the delicious taste, and moving my head in time to the music playing over the radio. “I heard someone tried to repaint the wall yesterday,” Johnny remarked.

“Oh, right,” I scoffed. “I was cleaning for hours.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Johnny said, handing me one of his french fries over the center console as an act of appeasement. “I feel bad. I should’ve known that the kids would drive you crazy.”

“I love them,” I pouted. “But they have too much energy.”

“Why don’t we all take a drive this weekend?” Johnny suggested. “I know we can’t do much, but the fresh air might be nice.”

I nodded eagerly while tossing the rest of my trash into our takeout bag. “The kids will love it.”

Johnny nodded, reaching for my hand which he held with a gentle touch. “You deserve something better than takeout in the car.”

I shook my head, leaning in closer to brush a kiss across his lips. “This is nice, Johnny. I can’t be that picky when the entire country is going to shit.”

“Really?” Johnny asked, reaching out to hold my head in place as he deepened the kiss. “Isn’t there something else that you want?”

My eyes widened at his implications, especially considering the frantic way he was kissing me as his hands smoothed across my thighs. “Are you serious?”

“What? You don’t think I can still do this?” Johnny asked breathlessly, kissing me with growing desperation.

“Are you seriously suggesting that we fuck in your car?”

“Why not?” he asked, pulling back with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes.

“Well, if you say it like that...” I trailed off, laughing when Johnny reached for me across the console, dragging me onto his lap with a series of clumsy movements.

“This isn’t romantic lovemaking,” Johnny said, ripping down the sleeves of my dress. “But I think we both need a quick fuck.”

I gasped at his crude language. “You haven’t talked to me like that in months!”

Johnny chuckled. “There’s been a few distractions.”

“But I really missed this,” I said, licking into his mouth while my hands grabbed fistfuls of his dark brown hair.

“I promise that I’ll make more time for us,” Johnny said, thumbing across the inviting swell of my breasts. “I love you so much.”

“Mhmm,” I hummed in agreement, reaching down for the zipper on his pants. “Will you show me how much you love me?”

Johnny smirked against my lips, reaching down to recline the seat further back, and his hands gathered the hem of my dress as he proceeded to make-up for weeks of neglected opportunities...

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[snarkwrites]

Title: peppermint milkshake kisses

Theme: candy

Fandom / Character(s):Reggie Mantle x LODGE!OFC,Vivi.

Warnings: Just a cute lil dinner at Pops in which Reggie questions Vivi’s choice in milkshake garnish. Maybe a little flirting.

Word Count: uhh.. 300 to 700+, roughly.

I’m not gonna lie. Idek where this came from. And I blame my niece for getting me hooked on Riverdale in the first place, so there you have it. I thought this would be cute to write but.. Maybe not as full on / in depth as I did with the oneshots I’ve written thus far. 

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“Hey, do you still have any of those peppermints from earlier today?” I asked the question as Reggie took a bite of his loaded burger, ketchup sliding out of the back and dripping slowly down his arm.

I bit my lip. Eyes fixed on the ketchup. I must’ve zoned out into my own little world a little, because his chuckling bought me back into the moment and he dug around in his pocket, holding out a handful of wrapped peppermints. I took them and sat them on the tabletop, taking the napkin holder and attempting to crush them.

“Hey! Whoa! You didn’t say you were gonna crush ‘em up, doll.”

“They’re going in my chocolate milkshake, Reggie.” I answered patiently. With the candy sufficiently crushed, I started to unwrap each one, letting the broken bits fall into the thickness of my chocolate milkshake. Across the table, Reggie watched with a raised brow. “Why?”

“Um.. Because it makes the chocolate all minty. Like Christmas in my mouth.” my eyes lit up as I said it, giving a soft laugh as I shook my head. Reggie shook his own head, muttering something about how he was just getting used to watching me drag my fries across my vanilla shakes.

“This is good too. C’mon, try it.” I coaxed, holding out the tall cup to him. Reggie took it, licking his lips as his eyes met mine and then danced downward, lingering for just a few seconds on my own mouth. I gulped, feeling like the air got sucked right out from between us yet again.

One day.. One day I’m going to have no choice left but to confess my actual feelings. Today, however.. Today is not that day.

Today, I’m just having burgers and fries and a chocolate milkshake in Pops with my best guy friend.

The twinkling lights on the Christmas tree that stood in the park caught my gaze and Reggie wound up looking too, chuckling. He finished off his burger and stood, holding out his hand. The snow was just starting to fall down lightly. We’d gotten an inch or two earlier, already. 

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I thought that since you’re so caught up in the snow and the lights on the tree over at the park, maybe.. Nevermind.” Reggie went quiet and I bit my lip, our eyes locking on each other as a brief pause lingered heavy between us. I stood and smiled, surprising both him and myself when I reached down and laced my fingers between his, giving his hand a little squeeze or two as it curled closed around mine.

“I’d like that, actually.” I smiled up at him. “You did promise to show me around, remember?”

Reggie chuckled. “I did, didn’t I? Well then, come along, Ms. Lodge. We got a lot to see.”

“Maybe I already like what I’m currently looking at.”

,, wait.. Did I just.. Oh no.. no.. i just said that.. Out loud.” I thought to myself frantically, just as we stepped out the door to Pops and into the freezing cold. I shivered and hugged myself against Reggie’s side just a little.

That tension was thicker now. Reggie wasn’t saying anything. I didn’t dare say anything else either.

The walk across the street and into the park was quiet and I felt like I’d probably blown any chance at telling him how I felt with any sort of actual finesse. I honestly started to tell him that I’d been talking about the snow outside or the tree lit up in the park… But just as I went to say that, he cleared his throat. Our walk stopped, the Christmas tree close enough to where we stood that the soft glow of the multicolored lights reflected off of our hair and faces, providing this soft and almost intimate glow. I gave a soft laugh and shuffled my feet.

One thing is for certain. A Lodge I may be.. But I did not inherit my mom and my sister’s knack for subtlety. Or their little.. Ways to be affectionate without being overly obvious.

“I’m..”

I started to say I was sorry, but Reggie’s hand raised, a thick fingertip pressing against my lips as he shook his head. After staring at me a few seconds more, he spoke up. “Did you mean it? How did you mean it? I mean were you talkin about Riverdale or…” he trailed off, eyes darting down to his sneakers.

It was nothing like the overconfident and loud Reggie Mantle I was used to. His tone was softer. A little unsure.. A bit afraid.. Like he was wanting to hope I meant what I said back at the diner about him, but he was afraid to let himself.

I took a few shaky breaths. I’m not good at all this. I’m not.. I’m nothing like my mom or my sister, actually.

“What if I meant you, huh?”

I didn’t dare look up at him. Instead, I focused intently on the R emblazoned on his lettermans jacket. On cozying up to him just a little more for warmth, because despite all my sister’s earlier pleadings, when I left, I grabbed one of my thinner jackets and now I was really starting to feel that chilly winter bite in the air.

Reggie opened his jacket and wrapped it around me, chuckling softly. He wasn’t saying anything. But he did raise a hand, tucking thick fingertips beneath my chin, making me look up at him. “If you meant it, doll.. Then you won’t mind if I kiss you right now… Right?”

My face lit up. I nodded, raising to tiptoe as I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck so I could play with his hair. His mouth met mine clumsily at first and then when it connected in full.. His tongue slipped between my lips and he chuckled. “Peppermint and chocolate. Ya know, maybe it’s not such a bad combination, doll.”

“I told you so, Reggie.”

The kiss finally broke after deepening to a point that neither of us were actually breathing on our own and we stared at each other. I shivered just a little and Reggie shrugged off his lettermans jacket, draping it around my shoulders as he pulled me close. I started to insist he keep it on because him giving it to me left him in only the fitted black tee shirt beneath, but he shook his head firmly, gripping my jaw and mumbling against my mouth with hints of that cocky little smirk of his, “If you’re my girl.. Means you wear my jacket, doll. It’s kind of a tradition around here.”

“And we wouldn’t want to break tradition, would we?” I purred against his mouth, placing a gentle kiss against as he pulled me closer for warmth. “Let’s at least get inside, please? I don’t want you getting sick on me, Reggie.”

“Back to Pops?”

“Yeah.” I smiled, nodding. He placed his arm around me and we walked back across the street and back into Pops, sitting back down at the booth we’d left behind earlier.

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[thosequeenboys]

A Love is Lost, a Love is Won (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon-platonic)

A/N:  This was written for @deakys-chesthair who asked me for a soft Joe and John.  Hope you like, Love. Here’s my vision of Joe finally meeting John, who is living a gratifying life. They share their commonalities, joys and challenges. Also, Joe has an amazing movie in the works!! There’s a little repurposed content from a Love is Love chapter, now Joe-focused with mostly new material. The title is from Brian’s beautiful gem, Dear Friends. 

Warnings:  Reflections on death of parent and friend; some angst, mostly fluff

Sitting at the desk in his extra room just after daybreak, Joe eyed the weights and other exercise equipment around him, willing himself to work out for an hour. He sighed.  OK, a half hour. Nope. Not happening.  He stared hard, hoping the barbells could be moved through telekinesis and give his biceps a nice burn.  

Joe slumped into the chair and logged into his phone instead. He hovered his finger over the Instagram app and then dipped it gently. It had been quite a while since he posted. He moved into the bedroom and took a quick picture of himself next to his packed, open suitcase on the luggage rack. He added the caption, “Headed to the UK for a great project.  Stay tuned.”

As soon as he posted, the hearts and comments flowed:  inquiries and congratulations about the project, declarations of love and a few marriage proposals.  Given his non-existent love life, Joe wondered if he should consider them.  Not all of those stans were crazed, he reasoned with a smirk.  But then a wave of darkness crashed over him as snarky, negative comments were posted. Why were people outright mean?  His heart rate quickened and he felt a sheen of sweat erupt behind his neck, physical signs of rising distress and anxiety: What if his fans were disappointed and the reviewers panned the movie?  He wished he could call his father and hear his calming voice reassure him.  With that not an option, he turned off his phone to stop those negative thoughts.    

A few hours later, the phone rang with a London number.  He presumed it was someone from the production calling to provide some details.

“Joe Mazzello.” He answered cheerfully.

“Hello, Joe!” The sweet, melodic British accent was unmistakable.  “Brian May, here!”  

“Brian, Hi! Wow! What’s up??” Joe asked excitedly.  Had it really been almost a year since they spoke?

“Well, I saw on Instagram that you’re headed to the UK!  Another movie?”  Brian asked positively.

“Yes!” Joe responded, excitedly.  “A tango of espionage and romance.  Directed by Ron Howard.  He’s a great guy.  So far, so good.”

“That’s fantastic!” Brian said.  “You deserve it!”  

“Thank you! How have you been?” Joe inquired, adding, “I’d love to see you and Roger when I get settled in London.  I’ll be there a few months.”

“Things are good.  Families are good…Of course, we’d love to see you.” Then Brian hesitated, wanting to change topics.  “Uh, Joe, I have a proposition for you.   No pressure….I saw your post just before I rang John-Deacy-for our regular monthly call.  I mentioned you’d be in London.  He was very curious about you in a way he hadn’t been before.  He said it was time for you two to meet.  What do you think?”

“No kidding?? Wow!  Yes! I mean….you’re sure he’s ok with it?” Joe was excited, though a bit of trepidation crept in.

“Yes, very much so.” Brian said definitively.  “Veronica too.  I’ll email you his contact information.  It’s been a long time coming, yeah?  Will you let me know how it goes?” Brian inquired, his voice rising with curiosity.

“Of course.”  Joe said, thinking the conversation seemed surreal.  He refocused on the call.  “Great to hear from you.  I’ll reach out to John-and definitely will be in touch with you. And thanks, Brian. Thanks.”  

After Brian bid farewell, Joe smiled in a daze.  He couldn’t believe he’d finally be meeting John Deacon.   He laughed to himself as he conceptualized the reunion as a television mystery drama: “John Deacon: The missing link from BoRhap….uncovered years later.”  He was curious how the show would play out.

*****

Joe stretched his legs and settled in comfortably in the back of the cab as it drove through the well-appointed residential communities on the outskirts of London.  He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried. Nor did he want to. His mind was peppered with positive thoughts.  It felt good to have a day trip out of the city – and a break from the intensity of work. Though he wasn’t complaining; the filming was going very well.  The cast and crew were fantastic, and working with Ron Howard was a dream.  Not only was Ron a creative and supportive director, he and Joe bonded over their experiences as child actors whose impressive careers continued into adulthood.  The film had already garnered a lot of positive buzz.  Joe felt he was positioned for a professional resurgence, thought it took longer than he wanted.  The worrisome thoughts and sadness that sometimes lapped at him were at bay.  As the cab pulled into a circular driveway with two cars, the August sun ducked behind some clouds painting a silver lining.  He paid the fare and grabbed his backpack.  The footprint of a modest house was built out with additions.  He checked his watch as approached the heavy wood door and knocked, pleased he arrived right at the appointed time for tea.

“Hello, Hello!” Joe heard that unmistakable, slightly garbled voice enthusiastically approaching the door.

John opened the door and stepped out into the covered portico.  “Joe.” he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. “So nice to meet you.”  

Joe grasped John’s hand. “So nice to meet you.”  Joe responded. As Joe looked at John, decades of the bassist’s images flipped through Joe’s mind.  It was hard to believe this icon he had played on the big screen  was before him.  They were both overcome with emotion.  It was indeed a moment that couldn’t be scripted. Their hands still joined, they each lurched forward into a hug.  John rubbed Joe’s back affectionately, and Joe held John tightly in the embrace.

John pulled away and he took in Joe slowly starting with the wavy auburn hair sprinkled with golden highlights of the summer sun.  He moved down to the firm biceps protruding from his t-shirt and the outline of the broad chest. His eyes dropped and landed on his slender waist leading to fit legs accentuated by the low-slung black jeans.  He was even more handsome in person.  

“I clearly got a needed visual upgrade from my movie doppelganger.” John chuckled and winked at Joe playfully breaking his gaze.  Joe laughed and stared at John. He was struck by John’s charm and ease, considering all he had heard about him being dower and anti-social of late.  

“Come in, let’s get you comfortable.”  John said warmly, as held the door and he stretched an arm out toward the spacious living room off the foyer.  Joe unzipped his backpack and took out a blue silk pouch, which he slid into his front pocket.  He left his backpack in the foyer and took a few steps into the comfortable room.

This life lived, which he knew from his research, was laid out before him.  Gold records were displayed against a long wall in a den beyond. A long table in the back of the living room displayed photos in an array of elegant frames.   There were intimate shots of John’s family, as well as a few of him with various combinations of his band mates.  On the wall above the table hung a large framed photograph with about 20 people standing in a backyard.  Joe walked toward it, curiosity overtaking him, and then halted, suddenly sensitive about invading John’s privacy.  

“Oh, that’s….”John’s voiced hitched.  He walked up to the photo and beckoned Joe with a long finger.  John took a deep breath, steeling himself to go back in time to that moment. “That was September 1991.  Had everyone over for a cookout to celebrate Freddie’s birthday.  Veggie burgers for Brian, of course.” John chuckled, deflecting the emotions from the day, now rising in him.

“It was the last time.” He paused, his voice shaking a bit. “The last time I saw Freddie fairly at ease, before he…his final deterioration….”   Joe took a small step closer to the photo. Freddie’s thin frame was accentuated by the large belt around his narrow waist.  Freddie leaned into Jim, and John was on the other side of Freddie, his arm skimmed the singer’s back.  Roger leaned into John, and Brian eased closely next to smiling Roger.  All of their broods were in front of them. Freddie was enveloped by the love of his band mates and, though not legally acknowledged, his husband.

“That’s lovely.  Shows how much you all loved him.” Joe said.  John looked wistfully at the photo and then, he looked down.  His eyes scanned for a new subject, needing to distract himself. Joe related to that reaction; looking at photos of his dad since his passing conjured a range of emotions that sometimes felt too much to bear.  

John picked up a framed black and white photo of the band performing.  “This was one of our earliest shows, when I joined the band. I thought you did a great job portraying that time in the movie-the energy, the possibilities.  The four of us finding our togetherness….” He returned the photo to the table.

“Thanks,” Joe said, allowing a faint smile.

“Ah….,” John lifted a color photo in a wood frame which featured him in a blue t-shirt and pants standing behind Freddie at his piano, casting a loving gaze at the singer.   “Some version of this is floating around out there.   Freddie and me during “Somebody to Love” at the Montreal Concert.   One of Freddie’s favorites. He got me to sing on the recording, amazingly.” John laughed. ��“There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for him really.” John said solemnly as he stared at the photo.

“You were such a good friend to him,” Joe interjected positively.

“And, he to me,” John countered, his eyes intense.   John opened his mouth to say more, but closed it as Veronica entered.  She carried large tray with a teapot, butter, jam, sugar and cream-and a beautiful round loaf of bread on a wood cutting board.  She placed it on the coffee table that held plates,napkins cups and saucers.  The treats were surrounded by comfy chairs and sofas.

“Ah, here’s my blushing bride, Veronica.  Ronnie, Dear, this is Joe, Joe Mazzello.” John exclaimed.  Returning the photo, he shifted his focus to the present and his temperament to upbeat.

“Ah, I do see the resemblance.  A bit uncanny, actually.  ” Veronica intoned with a grin.  “Welcome, Dear. Come sit and relax. How about some tea and bread-made by John!” she offered graciously, as she sat on a chair and started to serve.

“Really?” Joe queried. “ I’m impressed!

“Well,” John said, a grin spreading over his face, delighted to launch into the explanation. ‘For many years, I’ve gone to this little café most mornings to get a cup of tea and a treat-and read my paper.  I read mostly online these days, amazing isn’t it? But I do like the feel of a freshly printed newspaper.  Anyway, they make lovely bread, and I spoke with owner about her techniques. I’ve always loved fresh bread-and the science behind it.  So, I took a class and have built bread baking into my routine.  It’s calming and nice to have a tangible product for your efforts. This is a cottage loaf, two loaves melded together.”

“We all enjoy this hobby,” Veronica enthused.

“This is fantastic, so buttery. Thank you,” Joe said, licking his lips after swallowing a generous bite.

After tea, John asked Joe. “Would you like to see the garden?

“I’d love to!” Joe said.

John led Joe through sliding doors into the expansive backyard that had a magical and peaceful quality to it.  Off to the side there was an intricate climbing structure in the shape of a castle, complete with a moat, drawbridge and turrets. The edifice included ropes, nets and bricks for climbing to the large room on top and a slide for a quick departure.  

“Wow, this is unbelievable!” Joe said.  John walked over to the castle, Joe in tow, and he flicked a switch under the slide.  Suddenly, the window of the top room was framed in colorful lights.  Joe’s mouth opened incredulously.  

“Was bored one day, and rigged that up.  The grandkids have their ice cream up there in the summer as the sun sets.” John said factually.

“Great to have a grandfather with an electronics degree.”  Joe said admirably. “Gosh, my nieces and nephews would have a field day on that. And I would too with them!” he added sheepishly.

“Uncle Joe, eh? How lovely,” John praised.

Joe nodded.  “Yeah, they keep me young.”  Both men laughed.   Joe looked around at the manicured plantings. “Your garden is stunning.”

“Thank you, yes, gardening is another past-time I enjoy.  Keeps me grounded. No pun intended,“ John said with a giggle.  “Let me show you my absolute favorite.”  

John led Joe toward a large bed surrounded by a white wood fence, and he opened the gate.  Twenty or so fragrant rose bushes of all colors surrounded a sturdy, hand-crafted bench, its weathered wood was lit by the late afternoon sun. John stopped at a yellow rose next to the bench that featured orange and pink shades at its billowy edges.  “This is the Freddie Mercury Rose!” (1)

“No? Seriously?” Joe bent to take in the heady scent.  John gestured to the long bench, encouraging Joe to sit.  John took a deep inhale of the fragrant roses as he sat and Joe joined him.

“Yes, RosaBatMercury, introduced around 1994.”  John elaborated,  “Fan club members raised money to name a rose in memory of Dear Fred.  It has special meaning for me; it helps pull me back when I start to descend into my caverns of darkness:  loss, sorrow, worry.  

“I have those caverns too.” Joe said, looking down.  “Especially since my dad died.”  Joe focused on the Freddie rose next to him to keep the tears at bay.  

“So sorry to hear. When did he pass, Joe?”  John asked softly.

“May 2018, as we were filming Borhap, “Joe said, looking down.  

“Must have been so hard for you.” John’s empathy showed in his eyes.

“Yeah, but the guys…they were so supportive. I don’t know how I would have gotten through it without them.”  Joe said.

Ah…good to hear you had their support.” John whispered.  Then he let out a loud sigh. “Fatherless sons. We can be a sad lot.”

“Yeah, I know your dad died when you were so young.  That must have been hard on you. I’m sorry..”  Joe said softly, raising his eyes to John.

John nodded.  “Thank you.  It was-and it made Freddie’s death so much harder for me.  Another profound loss.  But Fred always lived his life to the fullest-and kept sorrow and worry in their place-even at the end.  I know he wanted me to do the same,”  John smiled.

“I’m working on that.” Joe said, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve.  John reached over and hugged Joe, and Joe welcomed the older man’s embrace. Then Joe pulled away, a smile spreading over his face.

“I guess life hasn’t always been ‘a bed of roses,’ Joe smirked, adding, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

John giggled.  “True, hasn’t, can’t always be, can it?  But yet-here we are,” he said, motioning to the tangle of beautiful, vibrant rose bushes surrounding them.

“One thing I’ve learned,” John said, “Millions of pounds in therapy later, is that sorrow can coexist with happiness.  And it doesn’t have to be the melody of the song.  It can have its day-yes, and sometimes it pulls you in.  But then, you get on with it.  You let in the good things-and the pleasant surprises along the way, yeah? The big success of BoRhap-and now this new movie for you.  New hobbies for me.  And a deep love of family – for both of us.”

Joe nodded and smiled. “It’s good to see you’re well. And happy.  It’s a relief actually.”

John smiled cheekily. “Yes, the mind fills in what isn’t provided, and the narrative is often a negative one, isn’t it?  Roger and Brian fuel it by pretending that we aren’t in touch.  They’ve certainly had some dramatic words to describe my detachment,” he said, more bitterly than he intended.   “But,” he countered softly,” I know they do it to protect me.  They are well-practiced in protecting friends they love.”   Both John and Joe looked down.

“We missed you during BoRhap,” Joe ventured cautiously, making eye contact with John to detect his reaction.   John nodded slightly.  

Joe continued, “I would have loved to have had you on set.  And at the Oscars,” Joe’s face lit up, thinking of that special night.  Then he focused on John again.   “But, I respected your choice not to be involved.”

John looked over at Joe. “Sometimes, there’s no in-between. You’re either all-in or all-out and that’s what happened. I enjoyed it – well, most of it. But it ran its course, and after Freddie died, I didn’t...it was too painful without him.”  Joe nodded.  

John looked around at the roses and said, “’to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose.’ (2)  That season had passed for me.  Had to move on, protect myself-and focus on my family.   I’m happy for Brian and Roger, that they’ve continued and their shows with Adam are successful.  We all got what we wanted.”

Then John smiled and touched Joe’s arm lightly, “It’s great the movie was made, and you showed our music to so many new fans--and increased our royalties.” He laughed.  “I really am appreciative.” John leaned in and hugged Joe.

Joe broke apart. “I have something for you.  When we wrapped BoRhap, we were able to take some props.  I took a few picks-and always hoped I’d be able to give you one. Not that you need it, of course.” Joe dug into his front pocket and retrieved the silk pouch and handed it to John.  “And, Happy Birthday!”

John smiled at him and carefully removed the pick and held it up.  “How thoughtful of you.  Well, we must give it a workout, mustn’t we?”  

“Oh, no,” Joe said, “I’m way out of practice.”  

“Well, good,” John laughed, “You won’t upstage me, then.  Come.”

John led the way back to the house and they entered a door at the basement level.  He pressed a few switches on the wall and a studio with track lights came into view.  Basses on a stands, amps, a small drum set, microphones and speakers were positioned around the ample area.  “Luke uses this space mostly now.   Here, let me set you up.”  John gave Joe a bass and took one himself. After some tuning, John strummed and said, “So, how about ‘Under Pressure?’” They jammed for awhile, and then Joe looked at this watch.  “I should head back. Due on set early tomorrow.  He took out his phone and called for an Uber. 

They stood at the entry foyer as the car pulled into the driveway.

“It was so great spending time with you.” Joe said.  “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.  And, Likewise,” John said. “I’d like to stay in touch. if you….”

“I’d really like that.” Joe said.  

As they hugged good-bye, Veronica looked on holding a parcel of bread for Joe to take with him. 

John released Joe, “I think we can count each other as dear friends.”

Thanks @warriorteam1924 for the bass guidance :)  Tagging some Joe & John fans: @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @deakysgurl @johndeaconshands @mazzell-ro @orionis8689 @hellysthings @cardboardbenmazzello @johndeaconstoothgap

 Notes

1.       Here’s info on this spectacular bloom:  https://www.styleroses.co.uk/buy-plants/freddie-mercury-hybrid-tea-bush-rose

2.       Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. This verse is beautifully captured in the song Turn, Turn Turn recorded by The Byrds, written by Pete Seeger

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[destielplayshockey]

excerpt:

[“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas, you busy?”

“Not particularly. Jack is in bed and Meg is at work. My sister is bringing me a cheesecake tomorrow.”

“She is? Why?”

“It’s my birthday, I’m turning thirty three.”

Dean instantly forgets about hockey practice. “Dammit, Cas, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not of import. I’m an adult and I don’t need a birthday party,” Cas says in way that sounds totally fucking robotic and obviously cruelly hammered into him by someone at some point.

“God fucking forbid adults get to have fun too,” Dean snaps, angry at whoever crushed his friend like this. “Normally we drag teammates out for dinner for their birthdays but you didn’t gimme enough warning, so it’s just gonna be me I guess, and before you ask yes Jack can come too.”

“It’s not necessary-”

“Cas, you’re eating a nice meal for your birthday!” he yells into the phone.

A quiet and very surprised-sounding laugh from the other end. “Alright, Dean. Thank you.”

“Y’know what, fuck it, I’mma cook it myself,” he decides. “We’re having burgers. Come up to my place at about six.”

“The thought occurs that I don’t have to bring Jack, Anna will probably agree to look after him if I ask her.”

“Hey, whatever you want, pal, it’s your birthday. How do you take your burgers?”

“With pickles. I don’t understand why the opinion is frequently passed around that pickles are an unspeakable evil when combined with cheeseburgers.”

“Got it, anything else?”

“Presumably since yours are homemade I won’t be able to predict how they’re going to taste.”

“Is that a big deal?”

Cas pauses for a second. “More than you know, yes.” He sighs. “Dean, please know going in that I do appreciate the gesture even if it turns out in the end that I’m not able to completely eat your food. I have a number of difficult sensory issues to contend with and eating in any capacity can be challenging at times.”

“Sure, okay. You’re gonna love my burgers, Cas. Everyone loves my burgers, even Sammy takes a break from his dumbass vegetarian crap for them,” Dean insists.]

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[bisexualcrowley]

Heart and Soul

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (Gender non specified)

Summary: You teach Gabe a little piece on the piano

Content/warnings: Established relationship, No warnings here, just fluff :)

Word count: 1,017

You were happy to have a couple hours of peace in the bunker. Obviously you loved the boys, but it was nice to spend some time away from them every once in a while, even if it was just for however long it takes Sam to convince Dean to leave the burgers and help him with some research down at the library.

It was in this time that you decided to sit down at the piano hidden under a layer of dust between two bookshelves. Humming quietly, you cleaned off the surface, revealing shining ivory keys and a beautiful mahogany body and you couldn’t help but smile, blowing a lighter layer of dust off the bench tucked beneath before sliding carefully onto the seat and testing out a few keys.

To your surprise, the piano was perfectly in tune, and you mentally added that to the list of things that worked perfectly in the bunker when they really shouldn’t be able to. You tapped out another few notes and smiled at how the sound echoed through the bunker, settling yourself properly on the bench and cracking your knuckles.

Admittedly you were a bit out of practice, but you got your bearings quickly, moving straight into an upbeat rendition of Queen’s Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, a favorite of yours despite Dean’s exaggerated disgust at your enjoyment of a song that he didn’t have on a tape. The notes flowed smoothly from your fingers, smile stretching across your face with each press of the keys.

A flutter of wings and the faint scent of candy from behind you just widened your smile, glancing over your shoulder to see your boyfriend Gabriel standing with his hands in his pockets and a look of awe in his eyes, his jaw hanging slightly open as the music played on.

You didn’t pause in your playing when the archangel appeared, having grown accustomed to his popping in and out whenever he felt like it, you simply grinned at him, fingers continuing to fly along the keys while Gabriel watched, frozen in his position until a few long moments after the music stopped.

To Gabriel’s delight, you ended the song with a flourish, and when you spun on the bench to face him your face was shining with happiness. “Hey Gabe, I missed you! What’s u-”

The archangel cut you off by throwing his hands in the air and laughing incredulously, looking down at you in amazement. “Holy shit, cupcake, that was incredible! Where the hell did you learn how to do that?!”

You laughed in response, pulling him down by the collar of his jacket and kissing him sweetly. “I taught myself, I had a lot of spare time when I was just getting into hunting. Why are you so shocked, haven’t you heard a piano before?” You asked after releasing your grip on his clothing, Gabriel moving to slide onto the seat beside you. “Of course I’ve heard piano before, just never played like that, it’s always been weirdo gospel songs that barely have a tune that were awful enough to keep me from learning the darned instrument, but you, pumpkin, you made magic right there” Gabe shifted a hand overtop of yours, the look of awe from before reappearing on his face as he spoke, leaving you blushing madly.

“Well, do you want me to teach you a little bit? You could pick up Heart and Soul pretty quickly, it’s really simple and has a nice tune” Gabriel’s face lit up at your words and you took it as a yes, swinging your legs around to face the piano again and giggling at the way he bounced in his seat to do the same.

“Alright, put your hand here, okay? Watch the notes I play for a bit, then try to follow along, sound good?” You asked, mouth curling into a smile again when your partner settled his hand over middle c, watching for your next move like a curious child.

“Ready? Just watch me for a minute, and hop in when you think you’ve got the notes down” You pressed a kiss to your archangel’s cheek before tapping out the simple melody to Heart and Soul, having to repeat it twice more before Gabriel joined in. He was hesitant at first but grew quickly in confidence, having memorized the pattern after one more repetition of the melody and playing it without your guidance on the next run.

You felt her heart swell with pride, beaming at how such a little thing could bring Gabe so much joy. “Awesome, baby, good job! Keep on playing that, I’m gonna add on with the second part”

He gave a nod and grin in agreement and continued playing as you joined in with the bass line of the duet. Gabriel went from a small grin to practically vibrating in excitement at the sound of the two parts combined, his foot tapping along with the sweet melody of the song. You were smiling too, chest fluttering at Gabe’s expression as he played and you figured it was time to take it up a notch again, so with the next peak of the chorus you started singing along.

“Heart and soul, I fell in love with you Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, madly Because you held me tight And stole a kiss in the night Heart and soul, I begged to be adored Lost control, and tumbled overboard, gladly That magic night we kissed Under the moonlight mist“

The song was short but sweet, Gabe cutting off shortly after you finished singing and turning from the piano to grab you around the waist and into a warm embrace, which you returned gladly, arms slinging around his neck and chin resting on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Y/n. Love you so much, cupcake” He murmured, twisting his head slightly to kiss your cheek again.

“I love you too, Gabe”

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