#he’s like ‘‘oh yeah.’’ makes that dumb smiley face

[1111-sunset-circle]

using your f/o’s shower or their product once you’ve run out for the first couple of times. the smell of their soap or shampoo on your skin or in your hair for hours, reminding you of them every time you catch it in the air.

imagine them doing the same with your things. telling you how it makes them feel like you’re right there with them, even when you aren’t.

#girl help! i’m gay #ummmm i need to go candle shopping and pick out some scents that remind me of f/os #i mean what. i didnt say anything #romantic f/o #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #imagine your platonic f/o #imagine your romantic f/o #platonic f/o #self ship #barrywriting #imagine your familial f/o #familial f/o #self ship imagines #me coming out of the shower and mozzie goes ‘‘you smell different 🤨’’ #im like yeah silly i used your soap it’s your shower #he’s like ‘‘oh yeah.’’ makes that dumb smiley face #love is the ultimate con #‘the orange’ by wendy cope

[nex-ture]

Hi, could I solo a Mikey with a shy reader at a Toman meeting? Please

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano x gn!reader

2-year-old asks!! I post every blue moon. I also took creative liberty cause, idk wtf I was supposed to write

I might have accidentally put "He" somewhere in here for the reader, but I'm illiterate so don't come for me

Y/N was always so quiet. They weren't an ordinary member, but they never stood out like a sore thumb. The only person attention they ever seem to steal was Mikey and an ever so curious Takemichi. Whenever Takemichi didn't know someone or their position, he would ask his trusty, right-hand man, Chifuyu.

"Who's the kid, the one leaning against the pillar." Takemichi turned towards his partner with an egar look on his face.

"That's L/N Y/N. They're not the most talkative, if I'm being honest. But they show up to just about every gang meeting and division captain meeting." Chifuyu mentioned off as if this should be common knowledge.

Takemichi looked at Y/N, now talking to Mikey. They were deep into conversation, yet they would only ever talk to Mikey, maybe on the rare occasion would they be caught talking to another founding member.

Chifuyu leaned closer to Takemichi to mention something in a loud whisper, "There's rumor stirring that they're actually dating, or at the very least crushing."

Takemichi continued to stare at the two as Mikey left to officially start the Toman meeting.

Y/N seemed to be keeping to themselves throughout the whole meeting, every once in a while people would usually turn to talk about what their captain said, but Y/N didn't seem to have interest in that.

When the meeting finished, Y/N hoped on the back of Mikeys back as they went home. Takemichi was dead set on uncovering their relationship. Why would Mikey be so interested in someone who barely spoke, and why would anyone be into Mikey...

Takemichi walked over to the few remaining captains, which consisted of Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, and Angry. They all left shortly after Mikey, aside from Sanzu, who left the exact second Mikey did.

"Hey Draken, can I ask you something?" Takemichi walked closer to the group who were previously lost in conversation. "Does it have something to do with Y/N?" Draken questioned like he already knew.

Takemichi was taken aback by his response, begging to know how he knew... was Draken a timeleaper, too!? Takemichi was quickly brought back down to earth when Draken spoke, "It was kinda hard not to notice how intently you were staring at Y/N almost the whole meeting." Takemichi was a bit embarrassed by this. He knew he was staring, but he didn't know it was that obvious.

"Yeah, do you guys know what's up with Y/N? They don't seem to talk to anyone but Mikey." Takemichi let out in what seemed like one breath. A few in the group looked at him dazed, others with a curious look to hear the answer. "Well, I think it's normal to feel most comfortable around you, partner." Draken uttered like it was the most obvious response in the world.

Takemichi looked at Draken dumbfounded with his response, though he's not shocked, Drakens acting like he knows every last thing about the personal lives of the Toman members. "Oh yeah, Y/N and Mikey are dating...if you didn't know." Draken says, still making direct eye contact with a dumb founded Takemichi.

Takemichi sighs, thanking Draken before heading over to wear Chifuyu had parked his bike so his partner could take him home. He made sure to tell Chifuyu that his suspicions about Mikey and Y/N were true, earning a loud yell in excitement from Chifuyu over his correct assumption.

As Takemichi was dropped off at his house, he made a note to himself to get to know the person dating his best friend.

#tokyo manji revengers #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger #X reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x male reader #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #mikey imagines #manjiro x y/n #majiro sano #sano mikey manjiro #tokrev mikey #tokyo revengers takemichi

[yan-lorkai]

Can we please have some hcs or oneshot where Yuu works at Mostro Lounge and has to deal with a difficult costumer? How would the octotrio react if said costumer tried to hit or insult Yuu? Platonically or romantic it's funny btw, thanks!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I was indecisive between platonic or romantic so I left ambiguous. I hope u enjoy, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, Floyd beating a random and reader knowing about their yandere tendencies but liking nonetheless.

A death wish. This customer has a death wish, holding you by the collar of your shirt while he glares right at you as a predator to his prey. You aren't a prey though, not that he knows this.

You look down, his blazer wet from the drink you purposely spilled on it because he was an annoying asshole. He looks angry or something but you don't care. Instead you focus on the reaction of your co-workers, some tremble knowing what's coming, others running to get Jade and Floyd. You almost can't wait.

"Sir," You smiled how Jade taught you. Sweet, disarmingly. Your fingers coming around to hold his wrist. "I apologize for this little accident. Though if you insist on being violent there will be consequences."

"Yeah and? Those idiot eels can't save ya now. I only need a second to mess your face!" He snorted, unable to stop the toothy grin from dominating his smug face. He was dumb, and oh so fascinating, you almost wished to study his brain but you knew not much would rest of him when your tweels got him.

He slapped you on your face hard enough that it send you stumbling to the ground, his hand already reaching for his magic pen, its tip lit by flames so bright your skin screamed. So hot, unbearably so, like fire. “You are nothing but a mere employee, you should know the customer is always right."

He was ready to strike you with all his might when a strong hand landed on his shoulder. It's was Floyd. The usual smiley eel was frowning now but a dark glint was raising on his eyes, mischievous, evil. He used to look at you like that when you used to tell him to leave you alone, though he was obviously more softer when roughhousing with you. With this customer though?

"Are you alright, my pearl?" Jade asks, helping you stand up and searching for injuries. But you assure him you're fine with a nod of your head, feeling if anything a little tired. It was so noisy today. And you were kind used to dealing with these type of costumers, used to see the punishments and then getting coddled by your favorite trio.

"Mind accompany me to Azul's office?" Jade offered you his arms which you accepted but still didn't move an inch. A smug smile now on your lips as the customer who was arguing with you now shaked under Floyd's stare. As he should.

"Destroy him," you said to him, eyeing the customer who pushed you. "and be quick, Floyd darling."

Then you walked to Azul's office, ignoring Floyd's laugh and the sounds of his fists hitting the other guy's face. You were used to things like that happening frequently but it did bother you that this was the only way for people to behave. The only way to correct their behavior, as this wasn't gonna happen if he wasn't harassing you and making uncomfortable comments about you.

The screams of pain and the smell of something burning was all you kept in your mind as you sat in Azul's office, Jade putting a glass of water on your hands for you to drink before seating by your side.

"Unbelievable," Azul looked at you, at your uniform crumpled. He stood up from his usual spot and held your face on his hands, so sofly, so lovingly, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I can't leave you alone one minute, angelfish, look what he did to you!"

He pressed on a small scratch in your cheeks, swelled and hurting, it made you wince and Azul was not happy with it. You could see him planning something. Planning a revenge against that guy.

"Floyd better off him for touching you." Jade said, cleaning the scratch gently. "If he don't, perhaps I'll have something to nimble on later."

You laughed. They were overprotective of you, they were before, they are now. You kinda like it. You like their gentleness, the softness, the slow dancing with Azul when he didn't have a new victim to trick, cooking with Floyd and splashing water on Jade while you wash the dishes. The simple moments with them were precious, each and every single one. And of course you knew about their dark side, could see it as clear as day but you accepted them nevertheless.

As if you have a choice. You knew about the house they built underwater, decorated how you like, full of things you loved. You knew a lot of things even if you pretended you don't.

After making sure you weren't hurt and that everything was fine, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you guys, you know that?"

Azul hummed, exhaling in your scent as Jade leaned in to kiss your unharmed cheek. You knew they were swearing and angry at themselves to let you be alone out there, Jade and Azul stared at each other as if exchanging guilt and you didn't want them to feel like this. You held each of them their hand and squeezed both hard enough to get their attention.

"We should go out and do something," you suggested tiredly but your eyes lighted up with excitement with the prospect of doing something with your favorite trio. But before any plans could be made, Floyd barged into the office, his once-white shirt now stained crimson. As he always did, a wide grin stretched across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

As Floyd entered, we could see he was carrying a battered bag in one hand and clutching his side with the other. "He won't bother you anymore, Shrimp. I've made sure of it, ehehe."

Before anyone could respond, Floyd started recounting what he did in great detail, how he punched and squeezed and how the guy screamed. He throw himself in your lap mid-tale, wrapping his arms around your tummy. "Oi, shrimp pet my head." He asked.

And you did, combing through his strands delicately while he continued rambling. "And then I've dragged him outta here and told him not to come back."

"Thank you," you said to him. Then turned to Jade and Azul "and you two too!"

You didn't need to be comforted but their gesture was so sweet. If you have those three with you, you guess that you're going to be fine. Though you do wonder, would they laugh if they found out you did this on purpose? You can only imagine their answer as you wasn't planning to tell them.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere octavinelle #azul x mc #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul #azul x yuu #azul x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade #yandere jade x mc #yandere jade x reader #jade x mc #jade x yuu #jade x reader #yandere floyd #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd x yuu #floyd x yuu #floyd x mc #floyd x reader #lorkai imagine

[pacienties]

Emo kai who’s secretly a himbo >:3

— emo kai who’s secretly a himbo!

warnings <3: !smut, inexperienced kai, inexperienced fem reader, cursing, kai and readers are a big bunch of losers (sorry!), !sweet reader, reader and kai are crybabies in this, mentions of spit?? i think i should put a tw for that!, make out session!, ddlg themes kinda? hmm, virginity loss, !safe sex ok

a/n: im ngl i had no clue what a himbo was before this request tbh so i’m sorry if this is awful

you felt tears in your vision as you felt a tingling sensation on your pussy, unaware of why this was happening so much lately when you were around your boyfriend of eight months

you didn’t get it was that your poor body trying to reject your boyfriend each time he held you? each hug and kiss you two shared? was that doing more harm than good to you? you weren’t sure because you never felt this way before

you felt embarrassed and ashamed of yourself so you didn’t mention anything about it to kai; that was until you finally had enough and told him what’s been happening mid make out session

kissing in cars by pierce the veil lowly echos throughout the room as you sloppily swap spit with your boyfriend, you both getting drunk on kisses and giggling over the drooling dripping on the corners of your lips all the way down to your chins as kai whispered ‘i love you’ followed by a ‘you’re so pretty like a doll’ each time he pulled away from your lips for a split second

you were blushing and saying small ‘thank yous’ and ‘i love you too’ and everything was fine until you felt your pussy ache again and you being unsure and afraid of that you pulled away giving kai the excuse of needing air

but kai knew you better than anyone, he knew something was wrong and you were clearly upset. and this caused him to look at you with droopy eyes and pouting lips; “what’s wrong baby? you’re still with me?” he scans your face with his eyes as he placed his large hands on your cheeks

you were still embarrassed but this secret has been eating you alive for so long, and you trusted kai wouldn’t judge you so you finally decided to fess up. “it aches” you’d tear up again not really sure how to word how you were feeling

“it aches? what aches baby?” kai’s face looks more worried as he tilts his head trying to scan your face he was pretty sure you had a headache or something.

you whimpered quietly as you point to your lower region; “right here” and immediately kai reaches down to massage your stomach thinking that’s what you meant but this only made you more whiny.

“kai! it doesn’t ache there!” your voice grew more high pitched as kai just looked at you confused. “so where does it ache then? your thighs?” the blacked haired male frowns his eyebrows

you huffed having enough of your boyfriend being oblivious so you decided to take matters into your hands and lightly drag kai’s hand down from your stomach to your pussy making a light bomb switch on in kai’s head

“oh no baby your cunnie aches? is that what you’re trying to tell me?” kai coos at you tracing your pussy with his pointer finger through your ruffle skirt making you shiver as you rapidly nod your head yes

“mhm” you’d whimper your eyes tearing up more as you were already feeling so out of it and fucked dumb despite all you two had done was make out but kai senses this and smiles at you showing off his smiley piercing; “yeah? hurts right here? or does it ache here baby?” kai’s grin widens more as he aims his rubbing on your pussy on your clit now

this made your breath quicken as you nod desperately telling him to keep going even though it was new to you both and he didn’t really know what he was doing, he just gotten sex advice from yeonjun last time he hung out with him at the skate park

kai laughs at your state, enjoying how he’s barely rubbing your pussy through your clothes and you’re already fucked out just by his dirty talk. “are you sure this is what you wanna do?” he’s hinting on finally taking your virginity and losing his with you

you nod eagerly unable to speak properly as you’re already so far gone just by kai’s touches and kisses making your boyfriend smile again at you

kai drops his head down to the ends of your skirt trying to hide how nervous he was along with his blush his smiley peeking out as he smiles more; “alright baby just let me get a condom and you just get comfy yeah?”

“holy shit” kai mutters out of breath already once he’s fully inside of you he doesn’t really know what to do or how to feel

he wanted to try his best on pleasuring you but honestly he secretly doesn’t know shit about anything sex related unless it’s from somebody else or from porno he watched; so he hoped just winging it with you would hide that fact

and it seemed to work because he can feel how wet you were and how eager your pussy was to grip onto his length, boosting his ego a bit as he felt you grip onto his arms tighter when he begins to slam his cock in your cervix; slamming him length inside of your velvety walls so aggressively all you could hear was the sounds of your pussy squelching around him making kai grin down at your needy state

“feels good?” he looks at you all cheeky trying to be confident but really he’s still nervous about not making you feel good

you hiccup, nodding your head as you again really couldn’t speak due to how much pleasure you were receiving; this made kai’s confidence go up by 100 as he also felt you squeezing him so tight he couldn’t move anymore

“gonna cum for me?” your boyfriend tells you growing tired already since he honestly didn’t have that much stamina and he’s afraid to admit at how quick he’s cumming

and with a nod he sighs in relief as he lazily and sloppily rubs your clit in hopes of you cumming first so he wouldn’t have to be embarrassed at cumming too soon especially before you

“still aching baby?” kai asked you laughing as you quickly shook your head no; “i love you my sweet girl” kai whispered in your ear as he big spooned you to sleep and you lazily mutter a ‘i love you too’

a/n <3: this was my first time writing himbo txt im sorry if this sucked oomf 😔

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt #txt smut #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt oneshots #txt kai #txt imagines

[ultrone]

✶ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ꒱

synopsis. u steal ur girlfriend's sweatshirt

cw. no pronouns, just fluff & amber being moody

wc. 1.2k

Amber woke up to her alarm ringing, and as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, she realized it was Monday morning. She let out a deep sigh, knowing that it would be a long day at school. As she exited her bed, she glanced at her closet, searching for her favourite sweatshirt. But to her dismay, it wasn't there.

"Where the fuck is it?" Amber muttered to herself.

She had to find it, she just had to. It was the one that you had given her as a present, and ever since you told her how much you loved it on her, it had become her absolute favourite. She searched through her closet again, hoping that it would magically appear. She even checked her drawers, under her bed, and in her laundry basket, but still no luck. Amber felt a wave of frustration building inside her as she realized that she might have to go to school without it.

"Ugh, why does this always happen to me?" Amber groaned as she pulled out a plain black hoodie from her closet. It wasn't the end of the world, she reminded herself. It was just a sweatshirt. But it was the one you gave her, damn it, and she wanted to wear it.

She checked the time on her phone and realized that she was already running late. With a resigned sigh, Amber slipped on the black hoodie and headed out the door.

Amber found herself struggling to concentrate in class, feeling bored and disinterested. To make matters worse, she had already started her morning off on the wrong foot, and the only thing that could improve her mood was seeing you — though she knew she wouldn't be able to until third block. As she zoned out, she barely registered when Wes leaned over to talk to her.

"Hey, Amber, you look grumpier than usual today," Wes said, trying to be funny.

Amber snapped back, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Wes. Maybe if this class wasn't so mind-numbingly boring, I'd have a reason to smile."

Wes raised his hands in surrender, realizing he had touched a nerve. The class continued in silence until Amber's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from her girlfriend, causing a soft smile to spread across her face.

Seeing her sudden change in demeanour, Chad, who was sitting at the same table, piped up, "What got you so smiley, Amber? Did y/n text you?"

Wes and Chad chuckled, but it was clear they were just teasing her. Amber rolled her eyes and told them to shut up before she started typing a reply to her girlfriend.

y/n: can’t wait to see u later, i miss u :(

amber: i miss u too babe, can’t wait to get outta here and see ur beautiful face

y/n: awww ily ambs <33 i want it to be third block already

amber: i know, me too. i'm so bored in this stupid math class. wes is being annoying as usual.

y/n: lmaooo what's he doing now?

amber: just making dumb jokes with chad

y/n: well, just ignore them and think about how we're gonna have so much fun in PE later 😛

amber: oh yeah, so much fun in PE. just what i always look forward to, sweating my ass off and smelling like a gym locker.

amber: but hey, at least i get to stare at your tits, they bounce so nicely when you run ;)

y/n: LMAOO stfu ihy 😭

amber: 😙

As the minutes ticked by, both you and Amber continued to exchange messages, eagerly counting down the moments until you could be together again. Amber was so lost in conversation that she barely noticed the bell ringing, signalling the end of class. With a start, she realized that she needed to hurry to make it to the gym on time for PE. Quickly gathering her things, she rushed out of the classroom and made her way toward the gym, feeling her heart race with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

As Amber made her way to the gym, her mind drifted back to the missing sweatshirt. She always wore it to PE, and now she was left without it. But worse than that, she knew that you would notice it was missing, and she felt bad for losing something that you had given her.

As she walked in, she saw her classmates getting ready for the class. They were all laughing and chatting, but Amber didn't feel like joining in. As Amber scanned the gym, she noticed that you were nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, she walked toward the lockers to get changed, hoping to see you there.

As Amber arrived at the lockers, she realized that you weren't there either. She quickly texted you asking where you were, but didn't receive a reply. She decided to get dressed and closed her locker, ready to head out to the gym.

Just as she was about to leave the locker room, you suddenly appeared from behind her and scared her.

"Jesus! What the fuck?" she exclaimed, jumping slightly. But as soon as she saw it was you, she relaxed and let out a laugh.

You immediately jumped into her arms, planting kisses all over her face, making her blush.

As Amber hugged you tightly, you continued to pepper her face with kisses, making her giggle uncontrollably. She then leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, savoring the feeling of your soft lips against hers.

But then, Amber's eyes fell on your sweatshirt, and she furrowed her brows in confusion. "Wait a minute," she said, mock-anger creeping into her voice. "Isn't that my sweatshirt?"

You looked down at the sweatshirt you were wearing and grinned sheepishly. "Uh, yeah. You left it at my place yesterday and I didn't want to say anything because it smells like you." You gave her your best puppy-dog eyes, hoping to win her over.

Amber looked at you with a mock stern expression before rolling her eyes and smiling. "I was looking for that all morning, you know," she teased. "But I guess now it'll smell like you too, so I'm okay with it." She leaned in to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. "But you better give it back to me after class or I’ll kill you," she said, her tone lighthearted and teasing. She didn't mind that you were wearing her hoodie; in fact, she found it endearing. But she couldn't resist a chance to tease you.

"Of course, of course," you said, grinning at her. "I wouldn't dare keep it from you. You know how much I value my life." You playfully crossed your heart with your fingers, pretending to be scared. "But can I at least wear it until the end of the day? It's so cozy, and it smells like you." You leaned in and nuzzled your nose against her neck, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent of her hair.

"Mmm, sure. I suppose I can allow that for now," Amber said with a playful smirk. "But don't get too comfortable, because I'm coming for my sweatshirt after school." She ran her fingers through your hair and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before taking your hand and leading you towards the gym.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x you #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman fanfic #amber freeman oneshot #scream 5 #scream 5 amber freeman #scream 5 oneshot #scream 5 fanfic

[hyukalyptus]

guys remember when i freaked out about professor!yeonjun lmaooooooooo we back

cw. professor!yeonjun x adult!student!reader, pining, fluff!!! no smut. but still minors don’t talk to me or interact sorrryyy <3

professor!yeonjun who’s so hot but so dorky. teaches something rly mundane like…i dunno…chemistry or something lmao. he’s extended his office hours for you bc you’re particularly interested in the topic. and he just gets so excited talking about it. smiling at you while he pushes his glasses up >< and then yall suddenly find yourself in this tense eye contact. he clears his throat and “well, i think, uh…it’s getting late, we should probably go.” and you leave flustered, not even able to remember why you went to his office hours in the first place.

professor!yeonjun who noticed that you didn’t attend class the next day. you were too nervous. so he sends you a message (like he does with all his students!) asking if you’re okay. reminding you of his office hours the next day in case you needed to pick up some notes.

professor!yeonjun who’s eyes brighten when you knock on the door, standing to greet you, almost stumbling over something bc he’s so flustered. “hi!” “hi professor choi…sorry i missed class—“ and he just makes sure everything’s ok and you’re getting overwhelmed with the coursework. “nono- i’m okay. i, uh, it was just a headache.” “i’m glad you’re feeling better.” and it’s that intense eye contact again. “…you’re probably here for notes, hm?” “oh! yeah yeah. that’d be great.”

professor!yeonjun whose ears turn red. every. time. you make eye contact with him. and you definitely pick up on it. but having a crush on a professor is silly, no? he’s never been creepy or pushy in any way. you can just tell he has a lil teeny crush on you too. so you start getting a little brave. leaving smiley faces next to your name at the top of your scantrons. it takes him a while, but he eventually reciprocates. drawing a smiley face next to your score with his red pen.

professor!yeonjun who’s bummed during finals. will he ever see you again? he’s gonna miss you popping into his office to ask questions so you can watch him rant about his favorite topic. he’s gonna miss your lil giggles at his dumb jokes in class. no one else laughs at them. but when you go to turn in your final scantron, he’s so happy to see a post it stuck to it, looking up at you with bright eyes. but oh no, there’s another student. he better hide it real quick even though he hasn’t had the chance to read it yet. and you scurry off quickly, smirking to yourself.

professor!yeonjun who’s grading them back in his office, already forgotten about the post it. so when he sees it again, his heart races. since youre not my professor anymore :) 555-345-6789. and he’s so so flustered. but doesn’t rush into it. waits until grades are posted. you’ve almost lost hope. but then one day-

hi! this is yeonjun (professor choi lol). was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something?

and he hits send, throws his phone, and runs away ehehehe.

#hp’s soft thoughts ☁️ #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun ff #idk what to tag this ngl. #anyway- #yeonjun fic #yeonjun soft thoughts

[ggidolsmuts]

건물 사이에 피어난 장미 (Rose in the Concrete Jungle) - H1-Key Riina

Another day at work, another day past the coffee shop, another day to grind. You trundle through the turnstile of your building, beep beep. You trundle into the turnstile.

"Sir, you have the wrong card?"

Ah damn, right, not your credit card, your employee ID.

"Thanks." You nod slightly to the security guard and keep moving. The elevator is quiet and stuffy, just like your cubicle, just like any other day. You nod and harrumph assent on various meetings, and before you know it is the highlight of your day—lunch time! You eagerly file out of the building and go to the local hotspot for you and your fellow colleagues—the cafe next door. Sandwiched between two large office buildings, the cafe served as a convenient place for informal meetings, to "take things offline", as it were. Of course, it also served good and cheap food, although that came at the cost of long wait times, it was a price you and many others were willing to pay—anything to delay going back to the office.

"Hey, the usual?" You had another reason to hang around and let your lunch hour drag as long as possible. The short-haired cashier smiles at you as she is already tapping the order in.

"You got it, thanks." You stand dumbly at the counter as you watch her work the coffee machine, a soft smile on her face when she hands you the drink.

"Here you go. Your food will be out shortly."

"Thanks." You grab your receipt and wait for your number to be called. The drone of the crowd is comforting and neutral, all is fine. You occasionally look up from your phone to see if your food is out, and what the cute cashier is up to.

"Sup man!" You wince internally as you feel a solid thump on the back.

"Hey Joonho." You greet your college classmate, an asshole through and through. He mellowed out slightly after graduation, joining a competitor to your company in a similar role before rising quickly in the ranks. You kept him at arm's length, but also within arm's reach as it was still good to talk shop with—he was best engaged in small doses. Thankfully at that point in time you hear your number called. "Sorry, let me get my food." Dodging through the crowd you make your way to the counter, and she's waiting for you there, pushing your order towards you as you approach.

"Hold on, let me get my order number..." you find yourself fumbling in your pockets, but you are delightfully interrupted by her.

"No need, I know your order, you get the same thing every time!"

"Do I now? One day I'll mix it up for fun."

"Doesn't matter, I'll know." You can hear the smiley face in her voice.

"Cool, thanks a lot! Have a good one." You look for Joonho to quickly bid him goodbye, but he grabs you by the arm.

"Do you know her?"

"Who?"

"The cutie at the counter."

"Oh, no, I just come here a lot."

"Damn, I should come here more often." He releases you and goes towards her.

"Hey there, what's your name?" Joonho asks directly.

"It's Riina," she responds, taken aback at the random question.

"Nice to meet you Riina, I'm Joonho. Say, when do you get off?"

"What? Uhh we close at 4 pm."

"Great, I'll see you then," Joonho says smoothly before walking away, leaving Riina with a confused look. Joonho pats your shoulder as he leaves. "I'll be there when she gets off work, and then there'll be more getting off, eh? Well she'll be getting on me, but I'll be getting off, something like that."

"Fucker..." you mutter under your breath, yep, still an asshole, and a dumb one at that. You take your food and coffee and find a table, digging in slowly as you sought to extend your lunch hour as long as possible. When you finish you spot Riina standing at the counter unoccupied.

"Hey, Riina right?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't help but overhear earlier, about that Joonho guy?"

"Who?"

"The guy asking you what time you get off work?"

"Oh, him, what about him?"

"Yeah, I would stay away from him, he's not good news."

"Oh I can tell. I'm getting off early today anyways, so I won't be here, thanks though."

"Yeah of course, bye." It is only later that you realize you didn't even give her your name, oh well. Maybe you'll bring it up somehow tomorrow.

Lunch time tomorrow is not at all peaceful, as you come in to see Joonho shouting at Riina.

"What the fuck, you said you get off at 4 pm! I even moved a meeting for that!"

"No, I said we close at 4 pm. I got off early."

"That's not what I asked! I needed to know when you get off!"

"And I don't think you need that information, you fucking creep."

"Come on, don't be like that hmm? I just wanted to have some fun—" Joonho grabs her wrist, and you were ready to step in, but it turns out the pretty rose has the thorns to go with it. She twists out of his hold and grabs his wrist instead, pinning it to the counter. "Ow what the fuck!"

"Keep your hands to yourself!"

"Fuck, okay, let go, let go!" Joonho starts shoutng and swearing even more.

"What seems to be the problem?" The manager appears on the scene.

"Your employee just grabbed my wrist out of nowhere!"

"Nowhere? You grabbed my wrist first!" Riina shouts back, outraged.

"Let go Riina." Not too gently she complies with the manager's order. "Go home for today."

"But—"

"No buts, we'll discuss this tomorrow." Riina stomps off without a another word, leaving Joonho with a smug smirk on his face.

"My apologies, please have something from the menu, it is on the house."

"Is it now? Good, that's more like it." Joonho takes advantage of the manager's kindness, and gets the most expensive thing on the menu. He leaves arrogantly, and in his wake you had to speak up.

"Excuse me, I saw the whole thing, he grabbed your employee's wrist first."

"I know, but this is easier, otherwise he would come back and raise more fuss, the last thing we want is a distraction every day, bad for business."

"You're not getting rid of her are you?"

"Riina? God no, she's our best employee. She needed the break anyways." You can't bring yourself to disagree with him, so you merely nod and make your order. As you munch on your food again you see Riina stomping out from the back, through the food hall. You grab your half-eaten bulgogi burrito and rush up to her.

"Hey, sorry about that."

"It's not your fault, you're not that spineless wimp. Do you know him?"

"Kinda? He's an old classmate from college, he was also an asshole back then."

"Huh, figures."

"Yeah, sorry, I should have spoke up sooner, I told your manager what happened."

"Thanks, I guess? And enough with the sorry, I'm just going to enjoy the extra time off. I'll be back tomorrow anyways." She eyes the burrito. "You really did mix it up huh?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah it was all so distracting, so I just ordered something random."

"Well, come back tomorrow and order your usual. I'll see you then."

"Good, it's a date then." You regret your words as soon as you said it, why did you say that?! Riina doesn't seem to notice, as she's already walking away and waving you good bye. But she’s smiling when she turns away.

Kinda cute, better than that asshole, that's for sure.

Next day you prepare a small note, writing your name and phone number on it. In the office you ponder over whether or not you should follow through and give it to her, and by the time you decide to do it you've missed the lunch hour. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see Riina still working the counter.

"You're late for the date," she chides you jokingly. "The usual?"

"Yeah, sorry, yes please, just the usual." As you hand her the credit card to swipe you place the note on it too, holding it on the underside. Riina feels the different texture, and she slips the paper into her pocket before finishing the payment. She gives you a piece of paper in return—your receipt.

"Your food will be out shortly." Her expression is neutral, and with your heart hammering you nod and walk away like a fool. She's not there when you go pick up your food, and you sigh as you see her busy at work—of course she hasn't had a chance to look at your note! You trudge back to your office on a dour note, and the day drags on. It drags on so long that you almost miss the buzz of your phone—a message from an unknown number. You almost delete it out of hand before remembering that you had given Riina the note earlier today, and hurriedly you open the message.

*Hey there :)*

*Hi, Rina right?*

*Riina. At least I won't misspell your name*

*How do you know I didn't misspell my own name?*

*Surely you're not that dumb, you know how to spell your name. Anyways, drop by the food hall at 5?*

*Isn't it closed at 4?*

*Yes, to outsiders, and then we have to clean and do the receipts and close up, come by at 5 and I'll let you in*

Thrilled you agree, and time couldn't flow any slower. You make an excuse to leave early, and although you are greeted by the dim interior of the already closed food hall, you knock on the glass door. Riina smiles as she walks towards you and lets you in.

"Hey."

"Hi, I'm almost done with closing up, do you want to get something to eat after?" You are surprised to say the least, and you readily agree to her forward request. The date goes well, and in front of her apartment Riina pulls you in by your tie and gives you a daring kiss. It starts off as a peck, then another, and before you know it she's grabbing your shirt, pulling you close. You reciprocate in kind, leaning into the kiss more urgently, an arm wrapped around her waist, oh how easy it would be to slip it under— What are you doing?

"Whoa." You step back, and Riina releases her hold on you.

"Too soon?" She asks, her face flushed. There is heat between the two of you.

"A little? Just surprised, about tonight, about everything, you know? I just gave you my number today and here we are—"

"Yeah, this is just for fun okay? I like you, but I don't know where this is going and I don't want to think about it. Can you do that?"

"Mmhmm," you pull her close this time, kissing her lips before moving sideways, along her cheek, gently capturing her earlobe. No thinking, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "Can I come up?"

A whine of frustration says otherwise. "Roommates— I mean, housemates, sorry. Next time." The heat dissipates.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, see you for your usual."

"Great." Riina waves awkwardly. She squirms as you walk away, a need taking root, her rose drenched. She starts to make plans, ways to get her housemates out of the place... She's going to need to take a shower first.

You see her at work the next few days, and things are good, Riina greets you with wider smiles, even giving you a free cookie. You still run into Joonho occasionally who takes the opportunity to bug you, but he gives Riina a wide berth. That is, until his order was messed up.

"I asked for oat milk, not almond milk! That's like giving me a bag of milk instead of a cup of milk!" He slams the cup angrily on the counter, and some of it splashes into her.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I'll remake your order right away."

"And I want that deluxe bulgogi sandwich, on the house! Get me your manager!" Joonho demands.

"I umm..." Riina looks for the manager. You hurriedly put a hand around Joonho's shoulder.

"Yo man chill, it's just a coffee eh? Come on, I'll get you the right coffee and the sandwich eh, how about that?" Delighted at more free food, he immediately forgets that he was angry?

"Hey I'll take you up on that, thanks!"

"Sweet, can I get two coffees with oat milk, and that bulgogi sandwich?" you ask Riina quietly, your eyes asking her the question you can't voice right now.

"Umm yes, of course sir, so sorry, it'll be right out."

"Great, thanks!" You hand her your card. "Hold on to it for me." You quickly drag Joonho away before he could raise more of a fuss. You allow yourself to endure him ranting about the difference between oat and almond milk, all while thinking that it's nuts. You heart twinges as you see the smile disappear from Riina's face, even when you go pickup your food. By the time Joonho thanks you for the treat and lets you go, she's disappeared into the back, so you settle for texting her in the office.

*You okay?*

*Yeah, thanks for helping out there, I'll pay you back!*

*No no it's okay, it's worth it*

*I'm closing tonight, come by later?*

*I can only get out at 6, is that fine?*

*Sure, I'll be there*

You nervously wait for 6 pm, and you're glad to see her when she lets you into the deserted food hall and seats you at a table.

"I'm quitting," Riina says bluntly as she sits down opposite you, and your heart drops.

"What? Why? That was such a minor error!"

"Yeah but I can't be bothered to deal with that anymore, done dealing with assholes."

"I... I understand, that's too bad. I'll umm, miss you."

"Oh, we're not seeing each other anymore?" Riina teases. "I wouldn't mind seeing more of you... Speaking of which, let's continue where we left off." She traces a finger on your hand.

"Where we... here?"

"Yes, just sit there, pretend you're eating lunch and drinking coffee." With that you watch Riina disappear under the table. You look down as she fumbles with your pants, and she looks expectantly at you when they are undone. You get up slightly, and in a moment your pants and then your boxers are lowered. You're a little embarrassed, but very turned on as Riina grips your shaft firmly. All thoughts of your usual meal is wiped away as she makes a meal of your cock, taking you into her mouth. She starts off tentatively, licking your tip and some of your shaft, but when she hears your stifled moan vibrating through your cock she becomes more daring, sucking on it and going deeper on you.

Anyone looking in would be wondering why someone is just sitting at the food hall after hours, so you try to maintain a neutral expression, to appear perfectly normal to anyone that might walk by. It gets harder by the second as the pleasure builds, and Riina seems to notice your throbbing, going faster now. Thankfully no one walks by, no one kills the mood, and so it continues, your hands forming fists on the table.

"Fuck Riina, gonna cum!" you rasp. You feel Riina murmur "Mmhmm" around your cock, and you only try to hold on a little longer. She takes you extra deep into her throat, and at that moment you burst. Your thighs flex and twitch, and a hand smacks the table not too quietly as you pour nut milk straight into Riina's mouth. When you finally finish you relax and half slump over the table, your hands barely working to do your pants up underneath.

"How was that?" Riina asks, smacking her lips delectably. "I hope there's more where that came from."

"Maybe I should—" you try to duck underneath the table yourself, but she stops you hurriedly.

"No, there's surveillance cameras here!"

"And you just blew me!"

"T-That's different!"

"Fine, let's go back to your place then." You grab her by the arm, but she doesn't move.

"No, housemates." Fuck, that's right. "Can we go to your place?"

"It's far, like almost an hour out." The need to be satisfied now weighed against her need to be satisfied thoroughly, and in the end the latter won out.

"Let's go then."

It was almost cute how Riina held your hand while the two of you sat in the taxi—if only it wasn't so damn painful as she squeezes you over and over.

"You okay?" you ask, worried that she wasn't feeling up for it.

"Hm? Yeah yeah," she dismisses you, choosing to look out the window instead. When you arrive you stop her before entering your apartment building.

"You seem really nervous, we don't have to do anything tonight if you're having second thoughts."

"What? Don't back out of this now!" Riina half shouts.

"You were squeezing my hand so hard on the ride over—" she take your hand and yanks it down, placing it between her legs. Just that touch alone is enough to make her hiss in pleasure—she's drenched.

"I need you so bad right now, I was this close to jumping you on the taxi!" At her frank admission you kiss her fiercely, and without thinking she jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around you. Just like that you carry her into the elevator and then your apartment.

"Water?"

"What? No, I'm good."

"Have some water, sit down please," you command Riina, and she blushes when she realizes what you wanted to do. When you duck under the table you see she is more than ready to help you, her legs already spread, the button on her jeans already undone. You pull her jeans off her legs, and you could sense the heat coming from between her thighs. The panties she wore slide off her legs quickly after, and you pull the chair closer to you, trapping her between the table and the chair. She half slumps on the chair as you reach around and pull her hips to you for better access. Time to go to work.

"Mmm!" Riina's hand jerks and narrowly misses knocking the cup of water over as your press your tongue against her slit, coaxing her flower to bloom. Up and down you swipe your tongue, and Riina slides up and down on the chair, trying to feel more of you. Her whines and whimpers are heavenly as you find her bean, gently French pressing it with your lips and tongue, grinding the juices out of her. You run your hands up and down her thighs, and Riina's sinking down the chair, trying to push more of her into your face. Riina's toned thighs close around your head, an orgasm brewing quickly within her. She knocks the cup over, the water spilling from it and leaking down the table—your hair gets wet, which makes it easier for Riina to grip as she twists her fingers in them. She wants you to stop, she wants to cum on your cock, but her body has other ideas, and her hand shoves your face deeper into her.

"I, I— Ahh!" With a sharp yelp Riina orgasms hard, the built up tension from giving you a blowjob earlier finally released. Your head shakes as hard as she does, her thighs twisting and twitching against the sides of your head. You give her pussy slow licks to bring her down, her pink rose dewy and trembling—you had to have more. She lets out something between a cough and a moan as you do a French press and then a French kiss between her legs. A smack on your head stops you from making out with her pussy. You bang your head as you forget about the table above you, and Riina laughs tiredly.

"I almost did that earlier, but enough, I want more."

"I was going to, but you pushed me away."

"You know what I mean." Riina stands up and pulls your shirt open—she likes what she sees and rips it off completely. Her legs are wrapped around you once more, and your hands squeeze her ass as you carry her to the bedroom. It is feral the way she tears off the rest of her clothes before she jumps your pants, looking to strip you naked as quickly as possible. You overpower her, but Riina is the one in control as her legs hook around your thighs, making sure you don't stray too far.

"C-Condom!" You gasp as your shaft rests on her mons, but Riina's already grabbing and aiming for you.

"You're clean right?"

"Yes."

"Same, what are we waiting for." It's too late to turn back as your tip presses and pushes through her lips. Riina holds her breath as you oh-so-slowly fill her. "Fuck, don't tease me!"

"I— I'm not, you're so tight..." She helps and hinders you with that, her legs pushing you into her even as her pussy tightens around you further. You close your eyes to steady yourself, not wanting to give in to the intense pressure around your shaft. The sight you see when you open eyes doesn't help—Riina's tight body is below you, one hand on a perky breast, another hand on her belly, as if feeling how deep you're in her. And she's smirking.

"That good huh?"

"Yeah, fucking amazing," you admit. "You?"

"Even better."

"Doesn't seem like it." You lean down on top of her, and she wraps her arms around your neck as she whispers.

"Only because you're not moving yet, I'm barely holding it together."

What about now? That was what you wanted to ask Riina, but the answer is self-evident as she has to muffle a moan into your shoulder when you start grinding into her. All too quickly she's falling apart beneath you, like a bean that's slowly crushed by pleasure, threatening to burst. She allows you to prick her with your prick again and again, squirming against you, yearning for more friction. You draw circles with your hips and it makes your tip stir vigorously inside her, her clit stimulated after every revolution. Riina's gasping as she does a pourover on your shaft, but you needed more to finish making the drink. Your hands find her taut midriff, and you hold her still as you begin fucking her, replacing the grinding with some good old-fashioned pounding.

"Oh fuck that's even better, don't stop, don't stop!" You are as big as she is tight, and her body rolls in pleasure. You time your thrusts to hit her sweet spot, rendering Riina speechless. She's clenching around you randomly, and you watch her flat tummy flex and twitch. Your own endurance frays, and you slow your thrusts, much to Riina's annoyance.

"Don't, keep going! I'm going to cum so hard!"

"Fuck, me too!" You plan to pull out, but you needed to get her off first. You lean back down, capturing a breast as you start pounding her once more. You rock her body with each slam, and your teeth graze her nipple over and over. With one particularly deep thump you crush Riina's bean of pleasure completely, and she explodes.

"Oh fuck..." The explosion is nothing more than a mere whisper, but you feel her detonate around you, her walls suddenly milking you with desperate need. Riina's body is rigid, every muscle is tense, including the ones contracting around you. She relaxes for a brief moment, for one wispy breath, and then—

"Hnngh god!" She seizes up again, firmly gripping your cock once more. Each contraction tugs on you, stretching your endurance just a little too far. Fuck, you are right there.

"Riina—" You try to get her attention when she relaxes, but she's still in the throes of powerful ecstasy.

"Mmm yes!" Her walls slam against your shaft once more, and you are too far gone. You kiss her, and Riina moans and shouts into the kiss as you fill her up with creamy seed. Her pussy reacts to the sudden warmth, milking you rather than trying to crush your shaft, extending your orgasm. Mindlessly you return to grinding against her, squeezing every drop into her—Riina moans when she feels the hot liquid overflow, seeping out from the connection, and when you slip out a rush of it spills on to the sheets.

You collapse on Riina's limp form, your orgasms sapping any strength either of you had. You gently suck on her neck, and you feel Riina's lips on your skin too. Your arms wrap around one another, hugging each other tight as the high wears off.

"Fuck, I'm sorry..." you mutter.

"For what? That was amazing."

"I came in you, I didn't pull out in time."

"I... It's okay I think, I'll grab something for it in the morning." Riina says, albeit with some worry. You hold her close and cuddle her.

"I'll go with you, you can stay the night if you want." Surprisingly she blushes, and she gently pushes you away.

"No, I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. I can get it tomorrow myself."

"Oh umm, okay, are you sure?" you ask, fearing that the whole night was a mistake.

"Yes, sure. Do you mind if I use your shower?" You give her a tower, and Riina excuses herself to the bathroom to clean up. You are clothed again by the time she exits the shower, and you walk her down.

"Riina I—"

"I'll be fine, I'm just not ready for, you know, staying the night."

"No, yeah I get it, things moved a little fast."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aren't you quitting?"

"No, I kinda want to see more of you, you know? I'll see you for your usual." You can't help but smile as Riina gets in the taxi and disappears.

Since that night you look forward to lunch every day now, and Joonho pesters you about your hickeys while festering about those on Riina that you can't help but leave on her—somehow he never makes the connection. You drop by one evening, when you know Riina's the only one closing up for the day.

"Hey there cutie. Say, when do you get off?" You ask her in your smarmiest tone.

"God you are terrible at flirting." She winks and pulls you close.  "That depends, how fast can you carry me to the storeroom?"

Time for more grinding.

A/N: For those of you who don’t know, H1-Key’s Rose Blossom is the song the title refers to, the Korean title is the name of the song, go check it out. It went a little viral in Korea because it was one of the rare songs with no English in it. Anyways Riina immediately caught my eye, she’s cute with the short haircut but has an amazing figure midriff and thighs, so I always wanted to write her eventually. And when I took the title literally it worked out into this idea. She’s also in Queendom Puzzle so do check that out!

Finally another story too, I recognize that I’ve been taking longer between stories, and the quality may be more inconsistent because of it. Writing is a hobby that requires my brain to be on, and lately I’ve been gravitating to just playing games because I can turn my brain off. As a result the frequency suffers and the quality may not be as good, because I may forget writing themes and points I had used earlier in the story. It is what it is at this point. I still have ideas and random BFH ideas that spring to mind, but it’s just gonna take longer to post them. I might post a Yubin quickie because there is a particular outfit that is living rent-free in my head, but yeah, general output is gonna be closer to the 2 a month for the past few months rather than the near 1 a week from before.

As always, thanks for reading!

#smut #riina #h1-key

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𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 - 𝗶'𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 !!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you have been in a toxic relationship with scaramouche, and eventually he gets fed up with you so he breaks up with you. but he can't help but... miss you?

well, that would be too bad for him, considering you're starting to feel things for your dreamy best friend, cyno.

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cyno let out a shaky breath before letting out a laugh- it was oddly cute and made your heart beat in a certain way... a way you haven't felt in a long time.

he let go of your hands, returning back to his stoic expression.

"aw... no more smiley cyno?" you let out a sad sigh.

"oh shut up," he muttered, a soft blush spreading on his face.

"heh.." you stare at him for a moment longer, your gaze lingering for a bit too long.

"ahem.." embarrassed, you turn away. shuffling to unlock the door to you and scara's-

..your apartment.

"hmph.. stay safe, i guess." cyno folded his arms, turning over to leave. but you could still feel his burning gaze at you.

"i guess?" you chuckle at him, secretly hoping it would make him as flustered as you were. however, flustering cyno wasn't quite easy.

"ugh... you are such a pain [name]." he groaned, taking a step forward, his converse leaving footprints on the carpet.

"am i? I'm sure you actually like all my antics." you smile at him teasingly, opening the heavy door to your apartment.

he stayed silent in response to that, which pretty much gave you his answer.

"hah.." you gave him a winning smirk before looking inside the apartment. "bye then, i guess." you say, imitating him.

he clicked his tongue, before waving, "bye."

and with that, he continued walking off.

you closed the door, and as soon as you did... you squealed.

since when had cyno gotten so... cute? your face started to heat up and you had a completely smitten smile on your face.

"cyno.." you murmur his name to yourself.

"oh cyno.."

you seemed to be in a trance... you didn't even realize you were getting a phone call.

a phone call that you happened to accept.

"cyn-"

"whore." was the word that brought you out of your thoughts.

you immediately look over to your phone, reading the name of the caller.

"scara..." you whisper to yourself- your eyes widening when realization hit you.

"yeah it's me, 'scara'," he said imitating and mocking your voice.

you were tempted to end the call- but something told you not to... you wanted to hear his voice for a little longer.

"why are you calling me...?" you ask softly, clutching your phone tightly in your hand.

"oh don't play dumb [name]. i'm calling you because of that guy."

guy..? did he mean...

"cyno?" you ask, holding the phone closer to you.

"no you dumbass, who else?" he spat out.

there was a moment of silence before you could hear him let out a deep breath.

"i wanted to ask you why you were with him...? is he your new boyfriend or something? i didn't know you'd move on so quick."

you frown- he really wanted to know about all that? he wasn't even in your life anymore... the audacity.

"why do you even care scaramouche? and just to answer your question... we are not dating, we're simply friends."

"friends? why did he give you his hoodie then? why?"

his voice was sassy and just plain rude, maybe you'd return his attitude back.

"because i didn't want a certain someone to see me. can you guess who?" you snapped back.

"and also, didn't you always give your friends your hoodies..? like lumine? oh or that teal-haired girl."

you were returned by silence...

"yeah well he said you could keep it- i only gave them those hoodies because they practically begged!" though you couldn't see him, you could definitely tell he had an adorable pout on his face.

"okay whatever- but why do you even care scaramouche? tell me?

"because we broke up a month ago! and you're already out there taking other guys' hoodies!" he yelled.

"and i saw you! you were wearing my shirt to go out with that cyno boy... you know how shitty that is [name]?" he took a deep breath, he really felt like he won.

"the only shitty thing i see is you," you said, your voice showing how pissed off you really were.

"i'm blocking you scaramouche, goodbye."

"wait-"

but you didn't even give him time to explain- it's not like any explaining would sum it up anyway.

notes ! finally updated!! i like this chapter a lot :)

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beach episode

PABLO GAVI

posted : 12/04/2023 (European date)

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request open !

english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.

"The beach!!" you yelled while running to the water, dropping all your stuff in the process

"Y/n calm down!" Robert said behind you while putting his beach towel and stuff next to his wife Anna who just watched you with an amused face

"Last one to get in the water has to get us all ice cream!" Pablo yelled at Pedri, Ousmane and Frenkie who started running, being way too lazy to go get ice cream for the team and their wags

"Fuck!" Frenkie exclamed when he saw that he was the last

"Vanilla for me and Y/n" thank you" the youngest one said mocking his friend

"How cute, loverboy wants to make sure su novia gets her ice cream!" Raphinha laughed at him while the they all awwed (I have speaking U.K/U.S very good) causing him to blush when you didn't hear anything, too busy enjoying the water

"Y/n hop on my shoulders we need to make them fall!" Jules patted his shoulders while bending over so you can get there

"We will destroy you" you said to Ferran and Pedri who were patiently waiting for you to get ready

"Go Y/n ! Revenge!" Sira, Ferran's girlfriend encouraged next to you, splashing some salty water to her boyfriend

"Traitor!" he said dramatically shocked

"Shut up drama queen" Jules laughed before approaching the two boys

The fight started, Pedri tried to sink you but it didn't happen and you tried to sink him but it didn't happen either

"Go Y/n we believe in you!" Pablo clapped his hands making you smile

"Who's we? Pedri sink that girl faster!" Ousmane said while splashing us with water

"Ousmane ta gueule arrête de tricher!" you yelled while holding Pedri to prevent you from falling

"De fou concentre toi sur le daron qui va te fracasser le crâne avec un ballon" Jules said making the other french boy turn around only to be met by Robert who threw a beach ball at him

After a while, you finally managed to give Pedri the push that made him fall

"YES!" you lifted your arms up, celebrating your victory with your teammate

"Y/n come here you need to put on sunscreen!" Mikky, Frenkie's girlfriend, shouted from the sand

You went to Mikky's towel and didn't expect all the girls staring at you with smirks on their face

"What?" you asked confused

"Y/n have you considered dating a spanish boy?" Taia, Raphinha's girlfriend, asked you from her seat

"Not particularly why?" they all chuckled at your dumbness

"Well what if a handsome spanish guy who plays with barca as number 6 and 30 asked you out, would you accept?" Mikky asked without stuttering once while she applied sunscreen on your back

"Oh don't even start, we're just best friends" you explained, your face becoming more and more red

"Yeah sure and I'm a Madrid fan" Anna said

"Come on Y/n we all know you like him and he probably likes you too"

"I don't know, I don't want to ruin our friendship" you looked at the boys who were playing volleyball in the water and slightly smiled when your eyes found the middlefielder who, as always, was raging over random things

"Yeah but if you don't try to make a move, you'll have to watch him go with other girls" Mikky said softly while tying your hair in a pretty bun

"Okay I'll see" you got up and went back to your friends

"I give them 2 days" Anna said

"I give them one" Taia said back

"I give them tonight" Mikky finally exclaimed, watching the two friends tease each other

•

"What a nice day" Robert said next to his wife who was still eating her food

"These vacations are all I ever wanted" Raphinha had his arm around Taia's shoulders since they finished eating

"Yeah I'm glad we still have 2 weeks there" you finally spoke next to Pablo who was surprisingly all smiley

"Anna and I thought it would be a great idea to go to the beach club tonight, apparently they sell the best cocktails ever" Mikky asked as they all agreed to relax a bit

"Well, we'll go, see you later amigos" Raphinha and Taia were the first ones to leave quickly followed by the three other couples

"Well, here comes the single club" Jules joked

"Actually I gotta call my mom, see you later" Ousmane left, leaving Pedri, Jules, Pablo and you alone

"Amigo remember I had to show you something you know?" Jules looked at Pedri with a strong gaze while the spanish was still confused

"What do you mean you never-" he was cut off by the defender who grabbed his arm and dragged him away

"Well it's only me and you now" Pablo said next to you

"Yeah sooo" you didn't really know what to say and it was kinda embarrassing

"Let's go, the air is suffocating in there" he said while getting up and leaving with you following him on the beach

"Oh I forgot I got you something" he took a small box out from his pocket

"What no you didn't have to" you tried to refuse it but he insisted and you finally gave up and opened the small box that revealed a silver bracelet with PG hanging

"Oh my God I absolutely love it thank you" you hugged him tightly, your smile growing even more when he returned the embrace, he quickly detached from you and helped you putting the chain that was perfect on your wrist

"Look" he showed you his forearm where the same bracelet was hanging but with your initials instead

"Awww I love it you're so sweet" you smiled at each other for a little and when your face started getting closer and closer, you heard someone sneeze behind the rocks and it quickly followed by a sound as if someone slapped the person to shut them down

"oh my God Mikky we got caught" you could hear the whispers and you clearly recognized Anna's voice

You looked at Pablo who was giving you a confused stare and finally sighed

"Come on guys we know you're there" you said annoyed that they ruined your moment

When you thought there would only be Anna and Mikky, you were actually really surprised to see not only their boyfriends coming out but also the whole friendgroup and a special guest

"Ronald? What are you doing here?" you asked confused by his presence

"Hola" was all he managed to say, still deceived that they all missed the moment

"Seriously? Why can't I have some privacy for once?" you turned around and left the beach, sad that you missed the opportunity because your friends couldn't stop themselves

You knew they just tried to help you but you still didn't like it.

•

After posting a story on Instagram, you finally left your room to get to the famous club that Mikky talked about

You weren't angry anymore, you understood why they did that.

You quickly arrived at the stand that was in the middle of the beach, not far away from the water which was good.

You spotted your friends and went to their table where you sat between Pedri and Taia

"Hola Y/n" the spanish greeted you followed by the others who were staring at you in silence which was making you feel uncomfortable

"I'm not angry at you guys you can breathe" they sighed in relief before going back to the joyful mood

You talked with Pedri about random stuff while sipping your mojito who had way too much alcohol for a 18 year old.

You could feel a stare burning your side profile but ignored it, knowing damn well who it was.

Time passed and it was night, you didn't really know how many drinks you had, all you knew was that you were drunk as fuck.

"Pablitooo" you said before collapsing into his warm body

"You're drunk as fuck" he grabbed you by your shoulders to prevent you from falling before taking you away in a calm place near the water where you sat down

After some minutes of staring at the calm sea, you slowly sobered, getting back the control of yourself.

"Lo siento" you said not detaching your eyes from the sea

"Porque?" he was staring at you and you could feel it

"I left without explanation, leaving you alone with them and now I come back and act like nothing happened"

"Está bien, I understand" you moved closer to him and your head fell on his shoulder as he put his arm around your waist, stroking it gently

"You know I don't regret anything at all but.." he started, you lifted your head to look at him while he kept staring at the sea

"The only thing I regret is not being able to finish what we started earlier" he finally turned his head to look deep into your eyes

You didn't hesitate and closed your eyes before pressing your lips against his

He immediately kissed you back, putting his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb

And when you were about to pull out, you heard a sound, as if someone took a picture and the white light confirmed that indeed, it was a picture taken

You both immediately separated and turned to be met by the big smile of a certain spanish player who has the number 8 on his back

"Delete this" Pablo started but his friend didn't listen and ran back to where our friends were

As he was about to chase him, you grabbed his arm and shook your head no with a smile

"Let it be, it's fine" he sat back down you decided to ignore the shoutings behind you as you went back to the old position

After 10 minutes, you decided that it was time to go back

Hand in hand, you sat on the empty sits as the group started whistling and making kissing sounds

"Pedri you bitch" you hit your friend's shoulder who was dying of laughter

"I couldn't hide it from them!"

"Yeah sure, I guess it's fine since it's only you amigos" you started but a gasp from the dutch interrupted the moment as you all turned to look at him

"Y/n, Pablo, you should check your insta" he said with an apologetic smile

You quickly went to insta along with the others and gasped when you saw Pedri's story, showing you clearly kissing in 4k

"Pedri I'm going to kill you este noche hijo de puta!" you yelled before getting up and chasing him around the beach

"Good luck amigo" Ronald said, patting the youngest's shoulder while he watched his, now girlfriend running after his bestfriend

He wasn't mad at all, he was more like amused by the show

"Damn she fast as hell, Ousmane tu devrais avoir peur pour ta carrière" Jules said while watching you finally get to Pedri

"Gros plus jamais je me moque d'elle c'est fini" the second french exclaimed, shocked by the girl's strength

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[doukeshi-kun]

𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

contents ⨳ fluff, gn!reader

notes ⨳ read this too for nikolai with a toddler. anyway, hello! it's been a while, yeh. i got too sick and i'm in the middle of writing a long oneshot for nikolai (will be posted on moonchery). i remembered i had this draft for a long while, so i decided to finally post it yeehee

“Heave-ho! Alright, little boy. Let's fix your shoes first, okay?”

Nikolai only remained silent as he watched you have a lost child on your lap, fixing his shoes on both his small feet. His eyes followed every of your gentle touch on the boy and your soothing and consoling words resonated in his ears. And the boy — who was scared of Nikolai just now — was at ease when you were embracing him.

“We should go to the police station to find his parents, right, Kolya?” you asked, finally looking at Nikolai who was weirdly silent. Usually he would tease and do bad childish things to a child — yet he's not.

“I can't go to the police, dove,” Nikolai replied, chuckling.

“O-Oh.. Yeah, you're right,” you replied, remembering his reputation. Though you doubted the polices would want anything to do with someone like Nikolai anyway.

“H-hun-hungy~!” the boy whined, pulling your shirt to grab your attention.

“Huh?! Kolya—! He's hungry..!” you turned to your lover, asking for help. Nikolai only laughed before he reached out to the boy. The boy looked at him scared before he quickly scooted closer to your body — panic.

“This boy knows a murderer just by his eyes, huh?” Nikolai cooed and his words made you slap his arm lightly. “Ouch! Don't hit me!” he whined, only making you sigh. Nikolai grinned before he stood up from the bench.

“I'll get him some food. You wait here and try to get in contact with his parents or something.”

Nikolai left the two of you, walking to the nearest fast food restaurant and he got some nuggets for the kid. As he returned to you, his steps decreased in pace. His eyes were focused on how you were now standing, carrying the boy with a smile on your face. You looked cheery and smiley and the boy was clearly fond of you.

There was something about you carrying a kid. There was something about you fixing the boy's clothes and shoes. There was something about you consoling the boy when he talked to him with a scary voice. There was something about you panicking when the boy was hungry.

“You looked like his parent now,” Nikolai commented when he finally approached you.

“Papa!” the boy finally looked at Nikolai with a new determination. Nikolai giggled before he gave the boy a small box of hot nuggets — which you immediately took it quickly before the boy touched it.

“Kolya, dangerous!”

“Sorry. Not my kid.” he sat back right beside you, now closer, as the boy was not afraid of him now. The boy looked at him and tugged his sleeve. “Uh-huh? Yeah, kid. What do you want?” he asked. The boy blinked before he laughed cheerfully, making Nikolai snickered. “Dumb kid, what're you laughing at, huh, small guy?” he asked, teasing the boy's little nose that made him whimpered in tickles.

“Think he likes you, Kolya.” you said. “You're like his dad now, haha! Would you like to be a father?” you asked. The question was supposed to be lighthearted. And yet, when you turned to Nikolai, your eyes were quick to see a glimpse of solemnity.

“A father?”

“A father....” he then chuckled.

“No. Not at all. But it is nice to dream once in a while.”

©doukeshi-kun 2022 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @moonchery

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[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking - Chapter Seven

Summary: Emily goes back to work and Dieter comes to spend the weekend. Chaos ensues.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 6780+

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

The first day back on campus was always full of boring staff meetings and, for those of us in the library and textbook room, a daylong parade of teachers with requests for books. It was exhausting but gave us a chance to catch up with everyone. It also meant the Nosy Parkers were out in force, sniffing out the best gossip to spread around campus. Who went where on vacation, who didn’t go anywhere, who got married or engaged, who got pregnant, etc. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before word got around that I was dating someone; I was friends on Facebook with a few of my coworkers, and although I hadn’t posted many clear photos of Dieter or mentioned his name, I had made a few posts referring to “my boyfriend.”

As I settled into a seat in the auditorium for the all staff kickoff meeting, I was simultaneously distracted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my least favorite coworker, Eileen, latching onto my arm. She was nearing retirement age and every year the rumor went around that she wasn’t coming back in the fall, but every year, there she was.

“How are you, sweetie?,” she asked. “Did you have a good summer?” I could tell that she’d already heard something from the way she smiled so insincerely.

“I’m good. Summer was good,” I replied, digging my phone out. “Excuse me, let me check this.”

As I suspected, it was a text from Dieter

DIETER: Happy 1st day back. Break a leg or whatever you say for luck in a library. Break a spine??

I was surprised he was up so early. He must have set his alarm so he could text me. I smiled to myself and texted back.

ME: Weirdo. Just starting all staff meeting aka most boring two hours of my life. Talk to u later, k?

I put my phone back in my pocket and reluctantly turned to Eileen. Before she could open her mouth, my phone buzzed again and I pulled it back out, mouthing “sorry” at her.

It was a video of a duck with cartoon arms running around a dog.

DIETER: If meeting gets too boring watch this.

He added several smiley face emojis, a dog, a duck, and his favorite, the grinning purple devil. I shook my head.

“Bad news?” Eileen pounced on the slightest whiff of intrigue or gossip.

“No, just a dumb video my boyfriend sent me,” I said without thinking. Oops.

“Boyfriend? Really? Congratulations!” She sounded sincere, but I’d endured enough snide remarks over the years about my single state to know that she was inwardly lamenting the loss of something to pester me about.

“Yeah,” I said off handedly. “We met this summer. Oh, there’s the principal. Meeting’s about to start.” I had never been happier to see Dr. Osuna climb the steps to the stage and make her way behind the beat up old podium that had been used by every principal since the school’s founding over 60 years ago.

As various administrators droned on about vision and aiming for lofty goals and hitting our target numbers, I surreptitiously peeked at my phone, which kept buzzing. Dieter was sending me GIFs and cartoons and video clips about surviving meetings, and more birds with arms, which he’d found out never failed to make me laugh. Finally, I texted him back.

ME: Stop. People are staring at me. Supposed to be paying attention like a good little drone.

Truthfully, no one was paying any attention to me except Eileen. Everyone was either on their own phones, ignoring admin completely, or pretending to be captivated by every word. Some teachers were even taking notes, but they were just trying to score brownie points. Eileen, however, was watching me like a hawk, a small frown on her face. She was the sort of employee who was more concerned about keeping track of everyone else and making sure they weren’t slacking off than in doing her own job. Unfortunately, she was also very efficient and had no problem doing her own job and sticking her nose in everyone else’s business.

The meeting finally ended and I made sure to hop up quickly and head out of the auditorium before Eileen could corner me again. It was only a temporary reprieve, since her office was located inside the library building, but I’d take what I could get.

“Emily!” I stopped on my way out of the auditorium lobby to let the speaker catch up. It was Simone, my favorite English teacher. She was a huge book nerd and was our number one customer in the library. “Girl, slow down!”

“Sorry, friend,” I told her. “I was trying to get away from you-know-who.”

She nodded knowingly. “Gotcha,” she said. When she’d caught up, she steered me out a side door, which meant we’d take the long way to the library. Eileen would make a beeline for her office so she could have a front row seat for the parade of teachers, so there was little chance of running into her as we walked.

Simone gave me a look and nudged my shoulder with hers. “So …,” she said. “Who’s the guy?” She was friends with me on Facebook, and she’d liked several of my posts over the summer. “And why haven’t you posted very many pics? Dude is hot!”

I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Part of me didn’t want to say a thing, and another part (the part that had never really left high school) wanted to squeal and show her the approximately seventeen thousand photos of Dieter on my phone and brag about how I was dating a freaking movie star.

“His name is Dieter,” I said. “We met at a bookstore in L.A. back in June.”

“Dieter? Unusual name.” Simone prompted. “What does he do? Where does he live? Come on, I need details!”

I pulled out my phone. “He’s an actor. And he lives in L.A. so it’s kind of a long distance thing.”

“A real actor or one of those waiters who says he’s an actor but never actually does anything,” she asked, her head tilted to one side. I remembered her talking once about a guy she dated right after college who claimed to be an actor but really waited tables at an Applebee’s in Burbank and tried to slip headshots to studio execs.

“A real actor,” I said proudly. “He hasn’t waited tables in years.” I laughed as I opened up my photo gallery and pulled up the most recent picture. Dieter was leaning toward me across the table at a little bistro we’d had lunch at on Saturday. His hair was messy, as usual when he didn’t have a stylist to tame it, and he was wearing an old t-shirt that had a small hole near the collar. But he was giving me one of those smoldering looks that could so easily turn into a goofy face or lead to a passionate kiss, depending on his mood.

“Whew!” Simone said, fanning herself. “I can see why you want to hide him. Post too many pics like that and everyone will be crawling out the woodwork to try to steal him.”

“What you looking at?” It was Tyler, another of my favorite teachers. He also taught English and I’d gone to happy hour a few times with him and his wife, who was a graphic artist who dreamed of writing a graphic novel someday. She was also a big sci fi nerd, just like Tyler. He was more into Star Wars, while Sofia was more into Star Trek, but they loved both.

Tyler peeked over my shoulder at the phone. “Oh, hey, good taste,” he said. “Sof is crazy about him, too.”

Simone frowned. “How does Sof know Emily’s boyfriend?”

Tyler laughed. “That’s the guy from Cliff Beasts 6,” he said. “Dieter Bravo, right?”

Simone’s eyes got huge and she smacked my arm. “Get out! You couldn’t lead with that?”

Now Tyler’s eyes got wide. “Are you shitting me? You know him?”

I felt my face go hot. “Um, yeah,” I stumbled. “We’ve been dating for about two months.”

Tyler got a goofy grin on his face. “This is the mysterious boyfriend you mentioned on Facebook? Oh, Sof is going to freak out. Wait until I tell her you’re fucking Dieter Bravo.” He froze. “You are fucking him, right? I mean … two months …”

Now I was mortified but also secretly pleased. “Yes, Tyler, not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am sleeping with my boyfriend,” I said after I’d regained a bit of composure..

“Well, you are now officially the coolest person I’ve ever met,” Tyler said. “And you’ve gotten me a couple of degrees closer to George Lucas.” He winked. He’d once told an entire bar that he was only four degrees removed from the creator of Star Wars because he was cousins with someone who worked with a guy who did electrical work on the set for Empire Strikes Back and had taken his orders from a guy who got his orders from an assistant director who reported directly to Lucas. “I mean, you’re sleeping with a guy who did a movie with Darren Eigan, who interned with George.”

Simone rolled her eyes. “You are so weird,” she said. Simone was more into historical fiction, mysteries, and thrillers than sci fi and fantasy, but I knew she had a soft spot in her heart for the Lord of the Rings films and had admitted to watching Game of Thrones, although she hadn’t read the books. “But seriously, Emily, I’m happy for you.” She glanced at her watch. “Oops, department meeting in five minutes. I’d better hit the bathroom. Talk to you later!”

She and Tyler hurried away toward their building and I headed for the library building. Time to face Eileen’s interrogation.

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By the time I got home, I was mentally exhausted. I’d managed to dodge most of Eileen’s questions, giving her only the basics: I was dating a guy who lived in L.A., we’d met over the summer, he worked in the entertainment industry. She’d find out the rest of the details eventually, but I decided to make her work for them.

I spent the day reconfiguring the textbook checkout schedule as teachers changed their minds about which books they needed and which days they wanted to bring their students for checkout. The spreadsheet was morphing into monstrous proportions by the end of the day, but our textbook clerk wasn’t as proficient in Excel as I was (which wasn’t saying much) so the task always ended up in my lap.

I got home, kicked off my shoes, put my hair in a messy ponytail and poured myself a glass of wine. Normally, I waited until Fridays to indulge, but the first day back was always an exception. As I flipped through my mail (all junk, of course) my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I said as I swiped to answer.

“Hey,” Dieter said. “I take it you survived.” He chuckled. I’d texted him at one point lamenting the brain cells I was losing trying to juggle the schedule.

“Barely,” I said. “Thank goodness for wine.”

I settled back against the couch cushions and told him about my day. It was weird, after being off work all summer, to not only be back in my normal routine, but sharing it with Dieter. So far our relationship had been very relaxed and I was still afraid that it would end up just being a summer fling, once the responsibilities of work and life started to assert themselves.

“I wish I was there to give you a back rub,” he said when I’d finished venting. “Or foot rub, or whatever’s hurting you rub.” He sighed. “I have an interview at two on Friday but I’m heading out as soon as it’s over.” We’d agreed to alternate weekends; this would be the first time he was coming to my place, and I felt a frisson of fear and excitement. I’d been at his house so much over the summer, mostly because there was nothing interesting to do in my neck of the woods, but partly because I was hesitant to bring him to my modest condo.

“Are you sure you don’t mind driving out here on a Friday night?” I asked. “The traffic will be horrible. You could wait and come out Saturday morning.”

“No!,” he said immediately. “I want every minute I can get with you.”

I smiled and sat my wineglass down. I curled up with the phone. “That’s sweet,” I said.

“It’s the truth,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a sexy growl. If we’d been in the same room, this was about the time he’d slide an arm around me and lean in for the first of many, many kisses. “I can’t believe how much I miss you, and I saw you yesterday.” Then he proceeded to tell me exactly how much he missed me, and what he planned to do when he saw me on Friday. Needless to say, I didn’t get around to fixing myself some dinner until much, much later than I’d planned.

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Friday finally arrived. I was completely exhausted by the time I got home. I knew it would be another couple of hours before Dieter arrived, and I told myself I was just going to sit down for a few minutes to rest before I cleaned up the place. The first week back was always hectic and I hadn’t done any household chores all week, except for a quick sweep of the kitchen floor after I spilled a box of rice on Wednesday night.

I slipped my shoes off, sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Just five minutes,” I told myself as I closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door and I bolted upright, drool dripping from the corner of my mouth. “Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled as I lurched to my feet. I hoped my face didn’t have creases on it from being smashed into the couch cushion but I didn’t have time to worry about it as I fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

Dieter stood on the doorstep, overnight bag slung over his shoulder and a bottle of something in his hand. He broke into a huge grin and threw his arms around me. “You weren’t kidding about the traffic,” he said into my hair. “Fuck, that was a mess.” He pulled back enough to kiss me on the lips, then hugged me tight again.

“Come in, come in,” I said, when he’d loosened his grip a bit. “Sorry the place is a mess, I fell asleep when I got home.”

He made an “are you kidding?” face and dropped his bag next to the couch. “It looks great,” he said kindly. “And I’m sure you were tired after such a busy week.” He sat the bottle on the coffee table and I could see the label. It was a top shelf brand of tequila. He shrugged as he saw me looking at it. “A friend gave it to me and I thought we could toast your first week back at work. Or get drunk enough that you forget all about it, depending on how bad it was.”

He plopped onto the couch and pulled me down beside him. “This was the longest week ever,” he said as he slid his arms around me and started nuzzling my neck.

“Tell me about it,” I said, playing with his hair. “But at least this year I had you to look forward to at the end of it.” He hummed in agreement and we stopped talking for quite a while.

Eventually, though, my stomach growled. Our lunch break during textbook checkouts was ridiculously early so we could deal with the hordes of students who stopped by on their lunch break to pick up books they’d forgotten to get earlier in the week.

“Okay,” Dieter said. “The stomach has spoken. What shall we have for dinner? Any good restaurants around here that deliver?”

Now I was really embarrassed. “Not really,” I admitted. “Mostly fast food and a few chain restaurants out by the mall. Um, there’s a nice deli near the grocery store I go to, but I think they might be closed already.” I glanced at the clock on my wall and sure enough, it was well after six o’clock.

“I did see an In-n-Out from the freeway a few exits back,” Dieter said hesitantly. I had already teased him at least once about his seeming addiction to Double Doubles and animal style fries.

“There’s one about five minutes from here, actually,” I said. “That’s one decent thing around here. Come on.” I stood up, adjusted my disheveled blouse and held out my hand. I grabbed my purse, dug out my keys and led Dieter outside to my car.

Ten minutes later, we were in line at the drive through at my local In-n-Out. As usual, it was packed, with both order lanes practically out of the parking lot and threatening to spill onto the street. Still, it had a much bigger lot than the one near Dieter’s house and no cars were actually blocking traffic.

I pulled into the lane that went on the left hand side of the building, since I had a passenger. It was usually a bit shorter than the other one, since anyone driving alone had to use the other lane. Still, there were several cars ahead of us as the order taker bounced back and forth between both lanes, tapping away at his tablet.

“Let me guess,” I said. “Double Double and animal style fries, right?”

Dieter arched an eyebrow at me. “Actually, no,” he said primly. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

When the order taker got to us, he came up on Dieter’s side. “Double Double animal style,” Dieter said. “Cheeseburger, grilled onions. Two orders of fries.” He turned to me smugly. “What do you want to drink, babe?”

“Iced tea,” I said.

He shook his head. “Regular iced tea and a chocolate shake,” he said, completing our order. After the order taker read it back, I put the window back up and poked Dieter in the side.

“I knew it,” I said.

“What?,” he said innocently. “You said a Double Double and animal style fries. I ordered regular fries and an animal style burger. That’s totally different.”

Now it was my turn to shake my head. “Still.”

He shrugged. “They have like two things on the menu, there’s not much room for variation.”

He insisted on paying at the window, much to the delight of the girl working the register, who clearly recognized him and giggled a little when he handed her a twenty. She very carefully placed his change in his hand, letting her fingers linger just a bit too long.

“Stop flirting,” I stage-whispered at him while we were waiting for the food to come up.

“I’m not flirting,” he said. “I’m just being polite. She’s the one who's flirting.”

I shook my head. “You just want extra ketchup packets,” I said. “You’re such an In-n-Out whore.”

“I admit it,” he said proudly. Just then, the window opened back up and the girl handed out our drinks, followed by an iconic white bag.

“Have a great evening!,” she said.

“Thank you, you too!” Dieter said. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he’d winked at her because she giggled again.

I smacked his arm as I pulled away. “Behave yourself,” I said, “or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He was busy peering into the bag. “Ha, it was worth it. She gave us ten ketchups.” He pulled out a few fries and shoved them in his mouth. He turned to me with them hanging from his lips. “Wan’ som’?,” he mumbled.

“Of course,” I said. I opened my mouth and he carefully placed a couple of fries between my lips. “Oh, yeah, that’s the ticket,” I moaned as the crispy potatoes hit my tongue. I was a bit of an In-n-Out whore myself.

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We ate at my dining table, leaving behind a mess of burger wrappers, crumpled napkins and empty ketchup packets. I scooped it all up into the bag and shoved it into my trash can, which was already full and needed to be taken out to the garbage bin, but I was too tired to do it that night. I just pushed it down enough for the lid to close and walked away. I’d deal with it in the morning.

We retired to the couch, where Dieter started scrolling through the cable guide. “Um, is this all the channels you get?,” he asked. When I nodded, he gave me a scandalized look. “No HBO? No Netflix?”

“No, just basic cable,” I said, taking the remote away from him. “I don’t watch a whole lot of TV during the week and if I want movies, I have some DVDs.” I waved the remote vaguely at the cabinet next to the TV stand. Dieter got up and opened the door, staring into it like it was a fridge and he was looking for a snack. Finally, he turned back to me.

“Your selection of films leaves much to be desired,” he said solemnly.

I’d figured as much. He had an extensive DVD collection as well as several streaming subscriptions. My meager collection of favorite rom-coms and musicals, with a sprinkling of sci fi and fantasy (I had the original Star Wars trilogy and the Lord of the Rings extended editions) was severely lacking in comparison.

“Sorry,” I said. “Next time you come over, bring some DVDs.” He sat back down next to me and took the remote back. He scrolled through the channel guide again, finally settling on an obscure film noir on one of the classic movie channels. I snuggled up against his side, only half paying attention to the film. I was still tired, despite my nap, and had a full stomach. My eyes slowly drifted shut.

I woke up to the sound of Dieter’s soft laughter. “You were snoring,” he said quietly when I looked up at him. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, yawning. “I’m not much fun right now, am I?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got the whole weekend.” He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head.

“You can stay up and watch TV if you want,” I said. It was barely eight thirty and I knew he was used to going to bed much later than that.

“Nah,” he said, clicking the television off. “Not much on anyway.” He smirked and I swatted at him.

“Jerk,” I said. “Making fun of my cable selection. Not all of us have Hollywood money to finance our movie obsession.” I tempered my words with a kiss pressed against the grey spot in his patchy beard.

I got up and headed for the bedroom before he could respond. I grabbed my nightshirt from the dresser and went into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Dieter was already in the bedroom, getting undressed. Unlike me, he had no qualms about removing his clothes in front of me. I busied myself turning down the bed, which I’d made up with fresh sheets that morning, even though it had made me ten minutes late for work. Dieter had a lovely, comfortable king size bed, while mine was a serviceable full size, big enough for two people, but just barely.

“Ahh,” he said as he slid under the covers clad only in a clean pair of boxers. “Nothing better than fresh sheets, am I right?”

I slipped in beside him and turned off the bedside lamp. “Especially when you’ve just shaved your legs,” I said.

“Well, I’ll take your word for that,” he said with a laugh. He pulled me close and slid one foot up and down my calf. “But it does feel nice to me.” His hand began to trace patterns on my thigh, creeping slowly up toward my panties. His other hand cupped the back of my head and he began to kiss me gently but urgently.

After a few minutes, he stopped. “You’re not really into it this evening are you?,” he asked. It was true; I was not very enthusiastic in my responses but I was willing to keep going for his sake.

“No, it’s okay,” I said. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled his face close, kissing him deeply.

“No, it’s not,” he said when I pulled back. “You’re tired. We can just go to sleep.”

“I told you to just wait and come in the morning,” I said, feeling miserable. “You drove all that way in horrible traffic for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” he said. “We’ve had several hours together already. And I got In-n-Out. I think that’s worth the drive.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ve got the whole weekend to fool around. Don’t feel bad. I’d never want you to just go through the motions because you feel like you owe me.” He rubbed his hand up and down my back. “Just relax and get some rest, okay?”

I nodded against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. “Okay,” I said. “But I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.”

“You’d better,” he teased, his hand sliding down to gently cup my ass. It was still there when I fell asleep a few minutes later. Maybe sharing a full sized bed instead of a king wasn’t so bad after all.

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I woke up slightly disoriented. For one thing, it was nearly nine thirty, and the sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains, hitting me right in the eye. For another, there was something heavy squashing me into the mattress.

I squirmed out from underneath Dieter, who was face down, sprawled across three quarters of the bed, and snoring softly. “Whatsit,” he muttered as I slipped out from under the sheets.

”Morning,” I replied. “Gotta pee.”

“What time’s it?,” he sighed.

“Nine twenty six.”

”Shit. Gotta get up then.” Dieter had an unspoken rule. Despite his love of sleeping in, he had to be up by nine forty five or the day was shot. Even if he’d been out until three the night before, if he wasn’t up and dressed (approximately) before ten am he felt like a failure.

”You’ve got a few minutes,” I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll run to Starbucks and get you some coffee as soon as I get dressed. Breakfast, too.”

I didn’t drink much coffee and so didn’t own a coffee maker. Fortunately, like most places in the free world, there was a Starbucks roughly every three blocks even out here in the IE, and I knew of at least five within a ten minute drive of my house. One was even close enough to walk to, except Dieter was in no position to walk any further than the bathroom without a caffeine infusion.

Dieter mumbled something that could have been “thank you” or possibly “fuck you” — it was hard to tell with his morning incoherence. Whether he was thanking me for braving the world or cursing me for not owning an espresso machine was a toss of the coin. Either way, he’d forget all about it by the time I got back.

I threw on some shorts and a tank top. August was brutal and with the sun already up, I knew it would be at least 80 degrees outside, if not hotter. “You want hot or iced?” I asked, poking my head into the bedroom before I left.

Dieter made a vague waving motion with his hand. “I need more than that,” I said.

“Hot,” Dieter said through the pillow. “No, wait.” He rolled halfway over. “ S’August, right? Cold.”

By the time I’d driven to Starbucks, ordered his four shots of espresso over ice, my iced tea and two breakfast sandwiches, and returned home, Dieter had managed to put on a t-shirt and stagger out to the couch. His hair stood up in all directions and his eyes were barely open, but at least he was sitting up.

”Give,” he said, reaching out for the coffee. He’d downed a third of it by the time I handed him his sandwich. “Thank you,” he said. “The elixir of life.”

It was strange to be sitting on my couch, in my living room, with Dieter beside me. Saturday mornings were normally my alone time. After a long week at work, they were my quiet bubble of peace, before I started running errands and doing chores I hadn’t had time for during the week. My routine was completely shattered and I didn’t know what to do.

”Um,” I said, after I’d eaten about half my sandwich. “So, what do you want to do today? I usually do my shopping and stuff on Saturdays, but I can put it off until after you leave tomorrow. I don’t want to bore you.”

Dieter took a long sip of coffee. “Whatever,” he said, which wasn’t helpful at all. “It’s gonna be hot, so maybe we could stay in? Watch a movie? Fool around?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, which would have been hot if his hair hadn’t been doing the Alfalfa thing.

”Netflix and chill, except without the Netflix,” I mused. “Sounds good to me.” I ran my hand over his head. “But you need to at least brush your hair first. Kind of hard to get turned on when you look like a giant toddler.”

”This giant toddler is going to rock your world,” he growled. When I didn’t respond, his face fell. “Too weird?”

”Extremely weird,” I replied. “Even for you, Deet. Please cross ‘giant toddler’ off the list of fantasies you have in your head.”

”Done,” he said. 

“And brush your teeth before you kiss me, Coffee Breath.”

He groaned and collapsed against the cushions. “Too many rules! Comb your hair, brush your teeth … I thought you were fun.”

“I am fun. I’m also a grown-ass person and I have minimum standards of hygiene.”

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Sex with Dieter was … interesting. He was vastly more experienced than I was — I suspect he’d been with more men than I had — but he was the king of consent. He asked permission before doing anything, even if we’d done it before. And he was surprisingly polite. “Oops, sorry,” was more frequently said in his bed than any other phrase. 

“I’m not a porcelain vase,” I told him when he apologized for gripping me a little too tight. “I won’t break.”

”But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I never ever want to hurt you.”

”Believe me, if you hurt me, you’ll know,” I assured him. “I won’t hesitate to scream.”

He arched his brow. “The only thing I want you screaming is my name.” He burrowed his face into my throat and peppered me with kisses.

Then the smoke detector peeped.

”What the fuck?” Dieter’s head popped up.

I sighed. “Smoke alarm. It wants its battery changed.” I had a running feud with the unit. I invariably decided its battery was too old in the middle of the night, and because it was located about a foot away from the bed, that meant I had to drag out my step stool in order to access it. The step stool that lived in the closet next to the kitchen.

I slid out of bed, grabbing my robe off the floor. “I’ll be right back,” I said. “There’s a new battery in the drawer of the nightstand. I’m going to get the step stool.”

”I might be able to reach it …” Dieter was saying as I left the bedroom. He was tall but he wasn’t tall enough to reach the alarm without assistance, so I continued toward the kitchen, rooted around in the closet and pulled out the step stool.

I returned to the bedroom just in time to see a naked Dieter teetering on the edge of the bed, his fingertips almost reaching the smoke alarm. “Be careful!” I cried.

”I’m fine,” he said. “Just need to get a little bit closer …” His foot inched toward the edge of the mattress and it all happened in slow motion. The mattress gave way, he lost his balance and fell, hitting the nightstand on the way down. The lamp fell with him and its glass base shattered. Then Dieter landed on top of it.

”Shit!,” he yelled, as time returned to normal speed. “My ass!” A shard of glass was embedded in the muscle of his right butt cheek.

“Don’t panic,” I said, my heart racing. I wasn’t entirely sure if I was talking to him or myself. “It doesn’t look too bad …”

Dieter pulled the glass out of his flesh and it started to bleed. A lot. “It hurts, Em. Oh, shit, it hurts.”

I grabbed the first thing I could find — his dirty t shirt — and pressed it firmly against his butt to stop the bleeding. “I think … I think we need to go to the emergency room,” I said. “It might need stitches.”

”No way,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am not going to the ER. Last thing I need is word getting out that Dieter Bravo went to the hospital because he had something stuck in his ass.”

”You’re bleeding, Deet,” I said. “And that gash is pretty deep.” I peeked under the wadded up t shirt. “I don’t think it’ll close up without stitches.”

”Shit, shit, shit,” he said. “Okay, but I’m using a fake name.”

”Your insurance card has your real name on it,” I reminded him, as I helped him off the floor. He grimaced in pain as he sat gingerly on the bed. “Let’s get some clothes on you and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The ER was packed because it was a Saturday night. I tried to explain to the nurse at the desk that Dieter was bleeding, in pain, and didn’t want to be recognized, but he simply shrugged and said, “We have to triage everyone based on the severity of their injury. We’ll get to him as fast as we can.”

Dieter was whisked into a back room for vitals and then sent back out to the waiting room with me. “My butt hurts,” he whispered in my ear as he sat carefully in the chair next to me.

“Duh,” I replied. “Try not to think about it.” I looked around the room. There were several people with bloody rags and bandages pressed to various bits of their anatomy, but Dieter seemed to be the only one with an injury to his bottom, except possibly the guy who kept running urgently to the restroom.

”It’s throbbing,” he said, pulling his ball cap further down onto his forehead. He was also wearing sunglasses, which only made him stand out further considering it was after midnight.

”I can’t kiss it and make it better,” I told him. “I wish I could.”

He snorted. “You just admitted you want to kiss my ass,” he said. At least his sense of humor was still intact.

“Who doesn’t?” I teased back. “You’re Dieter fucking Bravo.”

Fortunately, no one recognized him (or at least, no one acted on it if they did) and we only had to wait about forty minutes before a nurse called him into the back.

”Can she come with?,” he asked.

”Of course,” the nurse said. “Right this way.”

We were led to a curtained off bed tucked in a corner of a busy room. People were moaning and cursing and crying, some tucked behind curtains, others slumped in wheelchairs. Dieter winced. “I hate hospitals,” he whispered.

”So do I.” I’d spent far too much time in them when my parents were ill, and the memories were always lurking just beneath the surface. I focused on Dieter and willed my stomach to unclench.

A doctor breezed in and quickly examined Dieter. “Ooh, nasty laceration there,” he said. “But we’ll get it cleaned up and stitched in no time. It should heal up easily. You might have a scar but who’s going to see it?”

”She will,” Dieter said, nodding toward me. “And maybe the whole world if I have to do a nude scene.”

The doctor tilted his head and frowned, then it hit him. “Oh, you’re that Mr. Bravo. Wow. Wouldn’t have expected to see you around here.”

”Girlfriend,” Dieter said, wincing as the doctor dabbed at the wound with antiseptic. “Lives. Near. Here.”

“And it says you fell on a broken lamp?”

Dieter groaned, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because of his injury. This doctor was going to have a great story to share with his friends and colleagues — and possibly the gossip websites.

”Look, I was trying to change the battery in a smoke alarm. I fell off the bed, broke the lamp, landed on it. Please, don’t spread it around. I feel like an idiot.” Dieter gave the doctor his best puppy dog eyes.

”I’ve seen weirder stuff,” the doctor said, preparing a hypodermic needle of local anesthetic. He jabbed it into Dieter’s butt. “I could tell you stories … but that would be unethical. And I won’t tell yours, either.” He patted Dieter’s rump. “Give that a moment to kick in and I’ll start stitching.”

I held Dieter’s hand as he laid on the bed, grunting now and then as the sutures tugged at his skin. “This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“It’s character building,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’ll be a better man after this.”

He squinted at me. “How could I possibly be better than I am right now?”

”Maybe the doctor can trim your ego while he’s at it,” I shot back.

”I hate you,” Dieter said.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You’re just in pain. A pain in the butt.”

”Literally,” he said, wincing as the doctor tied off the last stitch.

”There you go,” the doctor said. “The local will wear off in a bit, but we’ll get you some pain killers so you’ll be more comfortable.”

Dieter bit at his lower lip and shot me a look.

“Um, maybe we can just do something over the counter?” I asked.

“I’ve been in rehab,” Dieter blurted out. “I don’t want narcotics if I don’t have to.”

The doctor nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll give you a shot of toradol and you can use Motrin or Tylenol once that wears off. And stop by the pharmacy to get one of those donut pillows. Then you can sit without putting direct pressure on the wound. You’ll be fine in a few days, a week at most. Check in with your primary care physician as soon as you can, and make an appointment to get the stitches removed in about ten days.”

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By the time we got home from the hospital, it was close to 2 am. I helped Dieter out of the car and back to the bedroom. “Sorry about all this,” he said as he got undressed.

”It’s okay,” I said. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, but this hasn’t turned out to be the romantic weekend we thought it would be.”

“It’s okay,” I repeated, not sure what else to say. The weekend had turned into a bit of a shit show, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just bad luck. I got him into bed and then fetched a dustpan and broom to sweep up the shards of broken lamp that still littered the floor. Thank goodness I didn’t have carpeting, or it would have taken me much longer to clean up.

Dieter was dozing off by the time I changed back into my night shirt and crawled in beside him. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he said sleepily.

”Of course,” I said, snuggling against him. He was lying on his left side, facing me. His breath was warm on my face. “What did you expect me to do, dump you off at the ER?” I was teasing, but he was serious.

”No, I mean it,” he said. “Thanks for not complaining about having to drive me there, being up late, cleaning up the mess … I really appreciate it.” He kissed my nose and then pressed his forehead against mine. “It’s nice.”

I knew a little bit about his past. I figured this had something to do with his mother. He’d alluded to her being a bit aloof. She wasn’t a very nurturing mother, from what I’d gathered. I could imagine her complaining about having to drive her son to the hospital.

”You’re welcome,” I said. “Now get some rest. Your body needs to heal.”

”I broke my butt,” he said, laughing gently. “My butt needs to heal.”

”Poor broke-butt man,” I said. “Go to sleep.”

”Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, nuzzling against my neck.

As he fell asleep, the thought came into my head like a bolt of lightning. I love him. I ran my fingers through his hair, relishing the feel of his silky locks against my skin. I love this man. I wondered if he loved me, too.

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Is This Our Date?

PAIRNING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: Fluff, Crack WORD COUNT: 2,187 WARNINGS: the word "porn" is mentioned once SUMMARY: “How’s the date going?” Nick asked. “Not sure, looks like they got some food and a table though.” Charlie replied. “Brie was so nervous earlier; she basically threw her phone at me the moment Clem sent her “hi” and I had to type for her.” Nick admitted. “Same for Clem; it was actually pretty cute.” Charlie agreed, “Wait. Does that make this our date?” or Charlie's son goes on his first date with a girl from his class; while waiting he meets her dad and conversation occurs. ADDTIONAL TAGS: Meet-Cute, First Dates, Aged-Up Character(s), Dialogue Heavy, Fluff, Parent Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Parent Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, author is American, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Inspired by Modern Family (TV)

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Inspired by:  this scene in modern family s4 ep17

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“Clem. You’ve been in there all afternoon, are you okay?” Charlie asked through his son’s closed bedroom door.

“Yeah! I’m just watching porn.” Clematis called through the door.

Charlie narrowed his eyes and cocked an eyebrow, knowing that there is no way a twelve-year-old boy would tell their dad that, even if they had the honest dynamic Charlie had with his son.

“Clematis.” Charlie stated.

“Yeah?” Clematis questioned.

“Can I come in?” Charlie asked, hand over the door knob.

“Yeah.” Clem replied, defeatedly.

Charlie walked into his son’s room seeing his son sitting on his bed, phone in hand, tapping his foot repeatedly against the wood floor.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Charlie asked, knowing that pushing a kid into talking about their troubles, will make them not want to talk about it.

“It’s kind of dumb.” Clem responded. “And you might not get it.”

“Cause I’m old?” Charlie joked.

“No.” Clem chuckled, “It’s about a girl.”

“Oh. Yeah, I see.” Charlie paused, “I can call your aunt Tori?”

Clem rolled his eyes in the typical pre-teen fashion, before asking, “Do you know my friend Brie?”

“Yeah, the blond girl in your class?” Charlie nodded.

“It’s strawberry blond, Dad.” Clem corrected.

“Sorry!” Charlie chuckled, “Is she okay?”

“Yes, Dad.” Clem answered, taking a deep breath, “So, Leila told Evan who told Bradley who told Ashwin who told me, that Brie has a crush on me. And, I think I have a crush on her?”

Charlie had to stop himself from accidently embarrassing his son.

“Aww.” Charlie cooed, sitting down next to his son.

“Dad!” Clem groaned.

He failed.

“Sorry, sorry!” Charlie apologized, “My little boy is turning into a little man.”

“Okay, you can leave now.” Clem directed.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” Charlie surrendered. “What can I help you with?”

“Nothing!” Clem exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands.

Charlie looked at his son, clearly in distress over his friend and crush, Brie.

“Do you want to ask her if she wants to come over and play with you?” Charlie asked.

“Dad, we’re twelve and a half, we don’t say “play” anymore.” Clem sighed.

Charlie internally rolled his eyes before asking his son, “Why don’t you just send her a simple message and go from there?”

“What? Like ‘hi’?” Clem mocked.

“Yes, actually.” Charlie stated.

Clem looked at his father clearly thinking through the actions before opening up WhatsApp and sending “hi” to Brie. Less than six seconds later, Clem’s phone vibrated once. 

“Oh my god. She said “hi” back!” Clem cheered.

Charlie smiled at his son’s cute reaction, trying not to laugh.

“And a smiley face!” Clem continued, “Okay, okay. I’m freaking out, you do it.” Clem handed his phone to Charlie.

“What? I can’t talk to a twelve-year-old girl!” Charlie exclaimed.

“You knew to tell her “Hi”!” Clem cried.

“Umm, how about, ‘What’s the haps tonight?’, and sent.” Charlie typed then looked up at his son.

“Dad! What? What’s the haps? Why would you say-” Clem stopped, hearing the buzz from his phone again.

“She said she’s going to the mall tonight and wants to know if you want to meet up with her?” Charlie explained, “Do you want to go to the mall?”

Clem nodded in response.

“Okay, ‘Dinner at the food court in an hour?’, sent.” Charlie explained.

“You can’t ask a girl out for dinner! Kids don’t eat dinner!” Clem shirked.

“What do you mean you don’t eat dinner?” Charlie asked, eyebrows furrowed, “I saw you take down almost a whole pizza last night.”

“That’s not what I meant dad!” Clem squeaked.

“What do kids do then?” Charlie questioned.

“Well, when Tobias and I go to the mall, we walk around and like, jump off things?” Clem replied.  

“I know I don’t know much about this, but I don’t think you can invite a girl to jump off stuff…” Charlie trailed off.

“Jumping off stuff is better than dinner!” Clem exclaimed, waving his arms around wildly.

“Is it?” Charlie laughed at his son’s antics. “If it helps, she replied.”

“What did she say?” Clem asked, leaning into Charlie to look at his phone. “’See you then xx’ Dad! She said yes!!”

“I see that, bud.” Charlie intoned.

“Let’s go!” Clem announced, running out of his room, Charlie following behind him shaking his head. “Dad?” Clem asked, turning around abruptly.

“Yes?” Charlie replied.

“Don’t embarrass me.” Clem stated.

“Me? Embarrass you?” Charlie faux gasped, “Well, I never.”

“See Dad, that’s what I’m talking about!” Clem pointed.

Charlie rolled his eyes this time, “Come on, let’s go eat something.”

“Okay.” Clem agreed, “And Dad?”

“Yeah Clem?” Charlie answered.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, bud.”

The drive to the mall consisted of Clem mumbling a pep-talk to himself under his breath. Charlie couldn’t help but think about how different today was compared to his first crush; his parents never would have drove him to the mall for a date.

“Okay, here is my credit card so you can get what you want. Remember, offer to buy her meal, but don’t assume you are.” Charlie instructed once the two were near the food court.

“Yes, I know.” Clem rolled his eyes, pacing in a circle.

“What’s up, Clem?” Charlie gently asked.

“What if I spill something on her?” Clem continued his pacing.

“Make sure you grab extra napkins?” Charlie supplied, “Maybe keep your arms away from open cups?”

“What if I brush my boob against her hand, or- oh my god, there she is.” Clem froze in his spot, before giggling to himself. 

Charlie looked at his son, trying to not laugh at his son’s reaction, “Did you just giggle?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never done that before.” Clem responded, waving back to Brie from across the food court.

“Well, that’s not true,” Charlie started, “when you were a baby-”

“Dad!” Clem groaned, “I asked you not to embarrass me!”

“Hi, Clemmy.” Briella smiled.

Clem jumped slightly from being startled, before stammering, “Pretty good, I mean- hi Briella. This is my dad, Dad this is Clematis.”

“You’re funny, Clem.” Briella giggled.

“Nice to meet you, Briella. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Charlie introduced himself.

“Dad.” Clem muttered, “You’re doing it again.”

“Okay, you two go get something to eat, I’ll be over there if you need me.” Charlie said, gently pushing Clem in the direction of the food stalls.

Charlie walked over to a nearby coffee cart to get an iced coffee before he chose a small table far enough away from the kids to not “embarrass” Clem, but close enough to keep an eye on them. He took a sip of his drink and pulled his phone out, opening the Kindle app to read.

“Excuse me?” Charlie heard from a tenor voice, and looked up to see a tall, beautiful, man standing in front of him, “You’re Clemmy’s dad? I’m Brie’s dad.”

“Clem, yeah.” Charlie answered, “I haven’t been allowed to call him Clemmy since he was ten and declared he was “too old” for that nickname.”

“The day that Brie told me I couldn’t call her Bri-Ella Umbrella anymore, I think I cried a little bit.” The man replied, smiling, “Also, I’m Nick.”

“Charlie. Nice to meet you.” Charlie answered, locking his phone, clear that Brie’s dad, Nick, would be a talker.

“Likewise, so how’s the date going?” Nick asked, glancing at the kids table then back at Charlie.

“Not sure, looks like they got some food and a table though.” Charlie replied.

“Brie was so nervous earlier; she basically threw her phone at me the moment Clem sent her “hi” and I had to type for her.” Nick admitted.

“Same for Clem; it was actually pretty cute.” Charlie agreed, “Wait.”

“What?” Nick inquired, leaning forward.

“Does that make this our date?” Charlie half joked, softly laughing.

Nick softly laughed along with Charlie, a slight blush on his cheeks, before responding, “Well… A good father, funny, handsome, a guy could do much worse.”

Charlie bit his bottom lip, concealing a giggle.

“Anyways.” Nick started, glancing down at Charlie’s lips, “How is Clem’s other parent reacting about his first date?”

“Oh.” Charlie sighed, “His other dad is no longer in our lives.”

“Sorry.” Nick grimaced.

“It’s not your fault.” Charlie waved off, “He was a dick anyways, it’s for the best.”

“Well, sorry you had to deal with that.” Nick apologized.

Charlie shrugged in response, he had dealt with that long ago, and was okay with no longer talking about it again. “How about Brie’s other parent?”

“Oh, her mum said she was growing up so fast, cried a little bit, and then said she’ll take Brie out to buy some makeup over the weekend.” Nick explained. “I’ve never seen Brie hang up a FaceTime call with her mum so fast. It was kind of funny actually.”

“Is your wife out of town?” Charlie asked, hoping he appeared more like making small conversation than fishing for more information. “Never mind, you don’t hav-”

Nick let out a guffaw that momentarily shocked Charlie into cutting himself off.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.” Nick said, trying to catch his breath, “But no. I don’t have a wife… or husband.”

‘Or husband.’ Charlie thought, ‘Interesting.’

“Same, just me and Clem.” Charlie agreed, looking over to his son, seeing their empty food wrappers, and the two pre-teens laughing with each other.

“From what Brie has told me, it seems like you did a good job with raising him.” Nick complimented.

Charlie looked back at Nick, slightly joking, “Well, I still have to make it through the teen years to guarantee that.”

“When I was working on my PGCE I sat in on a Year 11 class, and- teenagers are scary.” Nick nervously chuckled.

“Yeah,” Charlie swallowed, “Being a teenager is kind of scary too though.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” Nick muttered, not low enough for Charlie not to hear.

“Yeah.” Charlie nodded, glancing back at the kids.

“Do you- did you want to talk about it?” Nick asked gently.

“Umm,” Charlie paused, before smiling back at Nick, “Maybe I’ll tell you on the second date.”

“Oh!” Nick exclaimed, “Are you asking me…”

“The kids.” Charlie gestured in their direction with his head, “But- yeah.”

“Well in that case.” Nick started, “We should exchange numbers, you know, for the kids.”

“Right.” Charlie smiled, biting his bottom lip, handing Nick his phone opened up to a new contact page.

“I sent myself a text so I’d have your number too.” Nick announced.

“Okay.” Charlie breathed, grabbing his phone back and pocketing it.

“Papa.” Brie popped up.

“Jesus, Briella.” Nick huffed, putting a hand up to his chest, “You need to stop doing that.”

“Okay, Dad; can we go now?” Clem asked, “I want to go by the bookstore before it closes.”

Charlie slightly shook his head to clear it, “Okay?”

“Have a good night, Brie.” Clem waved, walking away.

“Clem, wait!” Charlie called after his son, before asking Nick, “I’ll text you soon?”

“Please?” Nick questioned, holding onto Brie’s hand to keep her from walking too far.

Charlie nodded quickly before chasing after Clem, catching up easily. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Clem asked.

“Did the date go that bad?” Charlie questioned.

“No. It didn’t go bad.” Clem answered.

Charlie squinted his eyes a little in confusion, “So, do you think you are going to go on another date?”

“Oh, no.” Clem shook his head. “She said that her starter Pokémon is Bulbasaur because he’s “so cute”. I don’t think she’s the one for me.”

“Ahh.” Charlie hummed in response both from twelve-year-old logic and from maybe not seeing Nick again after all.

“You know, Dad?” Clem inquired.

“What’s up?” Charlie replied.

“You could just send Mr. Nelson a simple text.” Clem rejoindered.

“What?” Charlie laughed.

“I saw the two of you.” Clem supplied.

“I’m not saying anything about that to you.” Charlie pointed, “But what would I even say?”

“Hi.” Clem stated, matter-of-factly.

“Hi?” Charlie exclaimed.

Clem nodded in response, waiting for Charlie to unlock the car. “Now can we please go to the bookstore?”

~📲💬~

Charlie: hi 😊

Nick (Brie’s Dad): Hi 😁 Charlie: so, I guess you heard the news? Nick (Brie’s Dad): Yeah. Something about Animal Crossing? Charlie: what? 😂 clem told me that brie chooses Bulbasaur as her starter pokémon cause he’s “so cute”, and that’s why they decided to be just friends Nick (Brie’s Dad): Brie told me that Clem was telling her about his Animal Crossing island and the villager’s homes were in random places and that’s why she decided they would be just friends. Charlie: i tried to tell him that was chaotic Nick (Brie’s Dad): Chaotic neutral at least? Charlie: no all ten villagers, all spread out all around the island and he refused to pay anything towards the bridges Nick (Brie’s Dad): Oh no That’s chaotic evil Charlie: i don’t know where I went wrong with him… /s Nick (Brie’s Dad): Well… maybe we can talk about it on that second date you promised me? Charlie: promised? Nick (Brie’s Dad): Yeah… So next Sunday? Same time, same place? Charlie: yeah 😊

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A/N: thank you @sleepywriter00 for taking a look at this ❤️❤️❤️

#charlie x nick #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson / charlie spring

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I found it thank you 😭😭 I wanna request Smiley being jealous and possessive of his Girl, like she gets hit on at a bar while he's in the bathroom and comes back to see his baby looks uncomfortable and beat the absolute shit out of the guy before lifting his babes necklace and goes,"it ain't that hard t'read, she's mine ya piece of shit" with his eyes cracked open to make sure this guy knows he is serious, you can chose if it's a smut or not. I don't know how much detail you want but I made sure to put a lot 😭😭🛐 thank you for your time

Birthday Punch: Nahoya Kawata x fem!Reader

wc: 646

tw: violence

masterlist

All eyes are on you tonight.

You entered the small, semi-private, and very exclusive club with Smiley, all dressed up to the nines for you birthday celebration.

"There are a lot of people here," you muse, turning to your boyfriend. Smiley looks back at you with a laugh, pulling you closer to him before kissing your cheek quickly.

"And? You always stand out, babe." You give him a complimentary kiss and walk with him toward a section you can call your own for the night. You're seated in a corner with an elevated view of the club, with excellent suede seats and a personal bartender for the night. "Isn't this nice?" Nahoya wonders and you nod quickly, smiling.

"It's perfect."

Bottle girls come by and shower you with sparklers and free bottles of champagne, a sign with your name on it, and cheers for your birthday as music bumps in the background, and you reach up to toy with the necklace Nahoya presented to you earlier.

It's rose gold with his name etched in calligraphy - bold enough for anyone bold enough to come and step up to the plate.

"I gotta use the restroom," he says suddenly, and you make room for him to exit, leaving you alone in the cozy corner of the club.

For a moment, you watch the others in the club dance or drink or chat, and the absence of your boyfriend is almost meaningless. Almost.

"Hey," you hear over the music, and a figure bedecked in a crumpled dress shirt and slacks leans over the rope closing off your spot. "Haven't seen a face like yours in a long time... You're adorable." You cringe and look over his shoulder, hoping to see Smiley's hair moving toward you. But you see nothing but a sea of others.

"Can you hear me?" the man asks, his brown eyes lighting up in the glow of the bright spotlight waving around the room. "I'll just get closer; this music is so fucking loud..." He steps past the rope, and you cringe, trying to move away from him.

"That's so much better," he breathes, and you smell the tinge of alcohol on his breath. "So what brings you here? You look all dressed up for something!"

"Um..." you begin, making a face. "Just for fun."

"Oh, yeah?" the man wonders. "Me too. Thinking about getting into some fun right now, in fact..." You see his hand moving toward your leg in slow motion, but before it can reach you, he's yanked past the rope. The bottle in his hand goes flying, and you watch as Smiley lands a punch square in his face, nearly mortified at the act of violence.

"Nahoya!" you shout, but he pulls the drunken idiot up to his knees and points to your necklace.

"Listen, you dumb fuck. She doesn't like guys who can't read; that's my name around her neck, you piece of shit." Nahoya musters as much spit as he can, and it lands square on the man's face. He drops the almost-unconscious man to the ground and takes your hand, pulling you out of the section.

"Wait, babe," you protest, returning to the secluded area to grab your drink. You take one last chug, then splash the rest on the guy's face.

"Hope you learned your lesson," you mutter, rejoining Nahoya at the entrance to the club.

"I'm leaving a bad review," Smiley gripes, pulling out a cigarette as you walk back to the car. "That wasn't a good time."

"I think it went okay," you murmur, pulling a lighter out from your purse. You light his cigarette, and he hums, inhaling the smoke deeply in the night air.

"Let's go to Taiju's place, huh? Better atmosphere there anyways."

"Let's," you echo, kissing his cheek once more. "Won't have to fight anyone there, I know that for sure."

#nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers

[lunarsun12]

The Meat Thief

Masterlist

The kids were so excited to eat that really expensive meat. Which Yeosnag stumbled upon 2 days ago and Seonghwa promised to make them Korean BBQ.

When Seonghwa gave Yunho meat duty, he noticed the meat was gone and someone left the note with ‘sorry’ with a smiley face at the end. Yunho immediately knew who it was and automatically blamed it on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung couldn’t believe he got framed like that, as he practically saw San carrying outside and got kicked out of the balcony.

Wooyoung refused to let San getaway with this! Why did San steal the meat?

Back at Ateez Family Chat

Today 21:00

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: EVERYONE GET YOUR BUTT HERE. LET ME EXPLAIN!

Yeosang🍗: I should have made Yunho burn your Jimin album. When I had the chance

Yunho🐶: Wooyoung, what there to explain. It has you written over it! You the one who stole the expensive beef and ate it for yourself

Mingi🦄: Wooyoung did? I thought I saw San carrying it to grill outside

Yunho🐶: Mingi, stop defending Wooyoung! It’s obvious it was him

Jongho🍎: Yunho has point, San has never done nothing wrong unless wooyoung put him up to it!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Mingi is right!! It is San! He is the one who stole it!

Jongho🍎: Wooyoung bro, I know you hate the fact San is not really yours but you have to accept. He has grown up

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: AISH ASK THE MAN HIMSELF! He will own up, after I talked to him

Few mins later…

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Remember what we agreed on

San🗻: Remember what? Ohhh yeah, Wooyoungie made me stole it ^_^

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: That not what we discussed!!

Seonghwa🌸: Kids calm down, Mingi is right. It was San who stole it!

Yunho🐶: Say what?

Yeosang🍗: Did wooyoung order him to do it…?

Seonghwa🌸: No wooyoung didn’t order him anything…I just happen to saw San hopping away happily saying ‘I am a smarty pants’

San🗻: Eomma you have no proof!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I checked the old man phone. Cause I know he has been spying on us again…I got video to prove it

Wooyoung sends the video…

Yunho🐶: Well this is unexpected…

Yeosang🍗: Never trusted that cute face

Yunho🐶: You thought San was cute?

Yeosang🍗: Huh? I-I didn’t say anything. That other spawn of Wooyoung…

Mingi🦄: YOU SEE! I wasn’t lying and you all started to gang up on me 😭😭

Jongho🍎: We didn’t gang up on you…

Mingi🦄: Huh? I saw San rallying up you all to annoy me…

Yunho🐶: Oh he must misheard the convo, to grab him so we can gang up on San…

Seonghwa🌸: He hasn’t been the same, after Toby is gone. Why did you steal it?

San🗻: Ermmm? Cause I was hungry and prove I can be smart without wooyoung

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: San is a good child, he must want to surprise you all

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: The surprise is in his stomach!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: He means no harm, plus that meat is expired. I forgot to throw it out

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: It wouldn’t have gone to waste, if someone stop snooping into other people business…. so dinner was cancelled

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong, my bestie calls! I can’t have anymore kids running around (see seonghwa therapy session here)

Yunho🐶: I am now less annoyed that we didn’t get to eat it

Yeosang🍗: Only somone who is this dumb, didn’t see the expiry date

San🗻: My stomach doesn’t feel good now

Jongho🍎: So is mine…

Seonghwa🌸: JONGHO? You ate some of it too?

San🗻: I shouldn’t have listened to Jongho, when he said I should steal the meat!!

Jongho🍎: Yah! It was for good cause!!

Jongho🍎: I deal you with later after my trip to the bathroom

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I knew it! It always Jongho using my San for his misdeed

Yeosang🍗: You do that as well 24/7 especially against me!!

Yunho🐶: Thanks to Woosan, I have to be on Yeosang + Mingi watch…

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I think we learn a valuable lesson here. Learn to share and you won’t end up like them

Seonghwa🌸: Orrr don’t be like your Appa and is too lazy to throw things out

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: What about the sharing part?

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong? Have you been living under a rock. Sharing does not exist in this household after Wooyoung…

#kpop #kpop au #text au #au #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #ateez #ateez au #hongjoong #ateez crack #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #seongwha #wooyoung #choi san #jongho #song mingi #mingi #yunho #jeong yunho #atiny

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Secret Admirer: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

“You want me to kiss Rodrick? Rodrick hates me!” I protest. I could see him across the room, laughing with his friends and looking super hot. I kinda hated him too. He had no right being that fine while making my life miserable every day.

“He totally has a thing for you. Whenever he’s around you I can sense the sexual tension,” my friend says.

Rodrick catches me staring at him and sarcastically winks at me. Great, now he’s going to think I was checking him out. He’s going to tease me relentlessly about that later. The last thing I want to do is kiss him.

I decide to go into the living room the long way around, and weave my way through people. I unfortunately stumble on something, but I’m rescued by someone strong and warm.

“Thank you so m-“ The smile dies on my lips. “Rodrick?” Why does he have to be so cute up close?

“What are you, throwing yourself at me now?” Of course Rodrick is going to make fun of me for this.

“I didn’t know it was you,” I protest.

He snorts. “Yeah, like you didn’t check me out earlier. Your crush on me is becoming more and more obvious.”

“I don’t have a crush on you. I can’t stand you.”

He pulls me down on one of the steps to sit by him. “You don’t think I notice how you always blush whenever I talk to you?”

“You’re always trying to embarrass me.”

“Sure. It has nothing to do with you liking me.”

“Why would I like an asshole like you?”

        “You tell me,” he says, and he’s close enough to kiss but I just push him away, infuriated.

        I try to find a quiet area in the house but can’t. I end up stewing outside in his backyard.

I get an email from my secret admirer. “Hey I’m at Rodrick’s party if you wanted to meet.”

WHAT? Meet the person who’s been sending me all those sweet, romantic notes? After my encounter with Rodrick, that’d be MUCH needed.

“YES! Where and when?” I message back.

“Rodrick’s room, 15 minutes? All the other rooms are taken.”

Shit. He doesn’t expect us to…like, do stuff in there, right? Probably not, right? He’s always so thoughtful in his notes.

“Ok,” I message back. “I can’t wait to meet you!!” I add a bunch of smiley faces too. I decide to head up there right away. On the way there I check my makeup in the bathroom to make sure it still looks okay. I spend the last 5 minutes nervously refreshing my email on my phone. 8:58 I hear the door opening and internally squeal. This is it. But instead of my soul mate it’s the most unwelcome sight possible.

“Ughh, what are you doing here, get out,” I groan.

Rodrick raises an eyebrow. “You know this is my room, right?”

“Whatever, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here, so get out.”

Rodrick lets out a laugh.

“What? I know it’s hard to believe but I like someone, and they like me.”

“Yeah, I know you like someone. You’re totally into me.”

“You wish, Heffley. Now can you get out before you ruin everything?”

He rolls his eyes at me. “Yeah, sure, let me take care of something first.” He settles at the edge of the bed and starts typing something on his phone.

“Can you not do that outside?” I hiss.

“Not really,” he replies dryly.

“Fine,” I snap. If he’s going to be rude, whatever. I write to my secret admirer, “I’m really sorry but Rodrick’s not leaving and I can’t get rid of him. Can we meet somewhere else?” and send it.

Rodrick bursts into laughter at something. “Has anyone ever told you how dumb you are?” he asks, looking right at me.

“You’re such a jerk, Rodrick. And you’re out of your mind to think I would ever like you.” I refresh my email angrily. Finally a reply.

There’s no subject line. All it says in the body is, “Oh, am I?”

WTFFF??

I look up and Rodrick is staring right at me. “Do you finally get it now?” Rodrick asks, smirking.

“Yeah, dickhead. You were tricking me the entire time. I can’t believe I thought someone actually liked me. Go to hell!” I scream, but Rodrick grabs my hand and won’t let go.

“You really think I was lying about how I felt about you?” Rodrick demands.

“Yes!! You’re always looking for ways to humiliate me, why should this be any different?”

“I’ve always thought you were smart, and cool, and so beautiful. I just didn’t think you’d believe me if I said all those things.”

“Well, I don’t believe you. I thought I was talking to a sweet guy who would be honest with me.”

“You want me to be honest with you?”

“Yeah, Heffley, that’d be a start.” I cross my arms.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since that day we got detention because of me. But I thought I had no chance with you. I guess I just got used to being an asshole to you in real life and being nice to you online.”

“Which one of them’s the real you?” I ask.

“Both, I guess. I can’t stop thinking about you, for real. If you had any idea how many songs I’ve written because I can’t get you out of my head…”

I blush. “How many?”

He reaches for my hand. “Tons. I get if you don’t want to be with me, but I really want to be with you.”

“Look, if all that you said really is true, then you’re a really great guy, Rodrick.”

“So you’re not disappointed it’s me?”

“I guess not. I’ve always thought you had the dreamiest, sexiest eyes in the entire world.”

His eyes widen and he smiles.

“Also, your lips are amazing, can I just-“ I’m cut off as those lips touch mine and our tongues intertwine. Kissing Rodrick Heffley is incredibly hot.

“I don’t want to go back downstairs. Can we just stay up here? I really just want to be with you more.”

“You want to touch me more,” Rodrick clarifies.

“Thought you were going to stop trying to embarrass me,” I say.

Rodrick traces the blush on my cheek. “Never,” he says before kissing me again.

#rodrick #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick rules

[stevebabey]

begging u to do the “do you need a…hand” prompt like actually -spideystevie <3333

OFC GLADLY!!! <3 @spideystevie u know i had to make it goofy as hell so i hope u giggle at least once (0.7k)

halloween prompts

—

The leaves turning every shade of orange and brown, the crisp coolness in the air that begged woolly jumpers to be worn and the indescribable creep of Halloween just around the corner; Autumn had well and truly set into Hawkins.

And what's Halloween without a trip to Spirit Halloween?

The 31st just over a week away, you and Steve had set off to find costumes to the annual Halloween Bash that was at George McKay’s house this year — and you were verging on an hour spent between the aisles, both of you goofing off with decorations, thoroughly distracted from your original task.

"I still think you should go as Linda from Fast Times." Steve insists cheekily, following you as you file out one of an aisle. He couldn’t resist pressing every single button on the jack-o'-lantern toys, lined in a perfect row, a chorus of spooky laughs chasing you both out.

"Steve!" You chastise, a laugh tittering out at the row of animatronics that were spinning and flashing orange lights, a sign of Steve's wandering hands causing chaos. "Stop touching everything."

You twist down the next aisle, Steve trailing behind and you continue. "Besides, you just want to see me in a red bikini."

You peek over your shoulder and Steve holds his hands up, not denying it at all. As you return to spying the items on the shelves, his warm hands land on your shoulders, dragging down your arms as Steve leans in closer.

"Yeah," his lips ghosts against your ear, flirtation curling each word, making you shudder delightfully. "Is that so wrong?"

You laugh nervously, shouldering out his grip and hoping the warmth on your face isn’t as obvious as it feels. You spin back to face him, raising your brows with a knowing smile.

“Something tells me if I wore that, we wouldn't make it to the party."

Steve's grin tells you he agrees.

Like any boy, he's quickly distracted once more, hands reaching out to touch on one of the life-sized skeleton mannequins. You tuck your smile behind your hand, giggling into your palm as he outstretches the arm, pretending to shake its hand.

“Why, hello there—“ His dorky tone makes you laugh, but nothing as much as when the arm comes loose; Steve suddenly just holding a bony fake arm by the hand, turning wide eyed. He turns to you, a hint of horror on his face as he realises he's broken it.

"Oh my god," your words are muffled behind your hand, peels of laughter still slipping through. "I told you to stop touching everything, Steve.”

He grabs the arm by the other end, now brandishing a third arm and you can almost see the corny joke forming before he says it.

“Hey—“ He begins, dorky grin back on his lips.

“Don’t say it.”

“Do you need a… hand?”

The joke sits in the air, Steve and his stupid smiley face holding out the skeleton hand to you and goddamn, you can’t help it when your lips twitch.

“That was so dumb.” You say, finally cracking as you huff a laugh with a shake of your head. Steve pretends to be offended, covering his mouth with the plastic skeleton hand and gasping theatrically.

“So mean.” He says, forlorn, then it’s gone as quick as it came; a cheeky grin taking back its usual residence on his face.

You eye him warily as he extends out the hand, shuffling back as you realise he’s reaching for you with it.

“Darling,” he croaks, putting on a terrible scary voice as the hand lands in your hair, a poor attempt at stroking it. You shriek with laughter, ducking to evade the bony hand and Steve continues, losing the scary voice to his laughter. “Just let me hold you.”

You grasp it as he goes for another stroke of your hair, fixing him with the most serious look you can muster as laughter still escapes you. “Steve, stop.”

“Fine.” He drops his arm, grin infectious as he steps closer. “At least give me a kiss?”

His dorkiness is endearing enough that you give in easily, meeting him in the middle, pushing up on your toes and granting a soft kiss on his plush lips. Steve kisses back readily, stealing more than just one from you; he kisses, kisses, kisses til—

“Get the skeleton hand off my ass.” you mumble against his lips, feeling them quirk into a smile; he laughs lightly, breath fanning your face and flings it behind him blindly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmurs suavely, both hands now free to reach up and cup your face, already stealing the next kiss off your lips.

#safe to say you and steve do not find costumes that day #HE'S A DORK HE WOULD #he's the type to press the button on every single toy in a toy store #he says something stupid like 'ur a butthead' into one of those mimic toys #and then plays it to another mimic toy and just giggles the whole time #kid in a candy story genuinely #i love him ur honour #baby blurbs; stevie #THANKS BESTIE!!! <3 #ruby writes #ruby writes steve