#have a pie you’re not you when you’re hungry :T

[worldlxvlys]

A CHRIS X READER THAT IS POC I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BUT YK HOW THEY DID THAT COLLAB WITH SAM AND COLBY, TARA, JAKE, LARRAY AND JOHNNIE

BUT DURING THE COLLAB CHRIS WAS BEING REAL TOUCHY WITH THE READER LIKE WHEN SHE BENDS OVER HED PUT HIS HANDS ON HER CROTCH BUT NB SEES IT AND THEY EVENTUALLY F*CK PLS

last time

chris sturniolo x poc! reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cursing, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, poc! reader, sexual jokes

a/n: writing for this friend group was so funnn

enjoyyy<33

“wait, ok chris! let me get up!” i exclaimed, laughing as chris squeezed his arms around me tighter.

we were currently at the triplet’s house with his brothers, jake, johnnie, tara, larray, sam, and colby.

when the entire group agreed we were hungry, i offered to make us something.

“so, what’s on the menu?” colby asked, eyebrows raised as he clapped his hands together excitedly.

“nothing, if chris doesn’t let me get up to make it” i spoke, causing him to glare up at me and squeeze me even tighter.

upon hearing the words, the entire group yelled at chris to get off of me, the hunger beginning to make them cranky.

“fine” he grumbled as he let go of me, allowing me to stand up.

i began to make my way to the kitchen when tara spoke up, “wait! i’ll help you” she smiled as she walked over to me.

once we got to the kitchen, which happened to be just out of earshot from the couch that the rest of the group resided on, she began to speak.

“so, you and chris aren’t together, right?” she asked.

i raised my eyebrows at her suspiciously at the statement, squinting at her. “why?”

she lightly chuckled at that, “i just noticed you guys are really touchy, but i don’t wanna assume anything” she said, raising her hands in defense.

i laughed at the gesture, “no, you’re ok. i don’t know what we are, honestly. i mean, we’re really close, probably closer than friends should be. but, neither of us are ready for a relationship, you know?”

it was true, chris and i had done some questionable things for just being friends.

it’s not like we had sex often, we just happened to get caught up in the moment once or twice.

…and a few times after that…. and a few more after those times.

but other than that, we had a completely normal friendship.

we were both aware of each other’s feelings, but we were content with where our relationship was at.

why risk messing everything up when we’re both happy ?

“so you guys don’t want to be in a relationship, you just want to act like you’re in one?” she pointed out, “that logic seems a bit flawed to me”

“you do have a point, but honestly? change is scary, and i’m not willing to completely dismantle mine and chris’s relationship because i got greedy” i spoke.

she tilted her head, squinting her eyes, “is that not what you’re doing right now?” she deadpanned. “you’re not worried that fucking around will ruin your relationship first?”

my eyes widened at the statement, “when did i say we were fucking around?” i defended, taken aback at how quickly she was able to figure it out.

“so y’all are? i knew it!” larray joined in, suddenly appearing next to me.

i quickly shushed him, not wanting chris to hear the conversation from his spot on the couch.

“keep your voice down, he’s right there! and where did you even come from?” i asked.

i glanced over to chris to determine whether he had heard the conversation, only to be met with his eyes already on me.

“you think he knows we’re talking about him?” tara whispered to us, catching his gaze on me.

“i don’t know, but girl he’s eye fucking the shit out of you right now” larray told me.

my jaw dropped at his words, a light giggle falling from my lips.

“oh our girl’s getting dicked down tonight” tara joined in.

“y’all have to stop” i spoke, the two collectively laughing at my flustered state.

suddenly, chris got up from his spot, beginning to walk over to the kitchen.

“oh shit, he’s coming over” i whispered to them.

“okay girl, go get your pasta and lobster” larray spoke, beginning to walk away.

“you got this!” tara whispered, walking away with him.

before i knew it, chris stood in front of me, a light smirk growing on his face.

“you guys talkin about me?” he asked, his hands finding their way to my waist.

“no” i denied, despite of us both knowing it wasn’t true.

"mmhm, you tell them how good i make you feel?” he asked as his fingers ran over the skin under my t-shirt.

“chris” i spoke, swallowing harshly.

“how you act all innocent in front of everyone else, but in bed you’re a freak?” he whispered into my ear.

“chris!” i scolded him, lightly slapping his chest. “what’s gotten into you?”

“what do you think? you’re walking around in this skirt, showing off your thighs. all i can think about is shoving my head between them” he spoke, his hands running down my body.

just before they could make their way to my thighs, a voice made us pull away, “you guys are real cute and all, but i’m hungry! chris, please just let her make our food” jake yelled from his spot.

his words caused tara to smack him upside the head, his face contorting into a wince at the feeling.

“what are you making anyway? we have, like, no food in our fridge” matt spoke up.

“oh, i know. i was just gonna make pizza rolls” i answered.

“we don’t have any pizza rolls” nick spoke, brows furrowing in confusion.

“yeah, we do” chris spoke, pulling them out of the freezer, “i bought her some”

i smiled bashfully at the statement, mouthing a “thank you” to chris.

he lightly nudged me with his shoulder in response, a smile of his own growing on his face.

“you two make me sick” colby spoke, “don’t be jealous, it’s not my fault no one buys you pizza rolls” i defended.

his eyes widened at that, taking offense to the words.

“ok, but wait, you said you were cooking something. this entire time i thought you were actually making us a meal” nick said, the group making noises of agreement.

“listen, y’all ! i’m not, nor did i ever claim to be a chef. i don’t know what you thought, but you were wrong” i spoke playfully.

“and nick, you know there’s no food, this is your house. where did you think i was getting ingredients from?” i asked as i placed the pizza rolls on a sheet.

“girl i don’t know, but pizza rolls aren’t gonna fill anyone up, those are like appetizers”

“ok then don’t eat any” i shrugged as i finished emptying the package.

“y’all can order something if you want, i’m really just craving pizza rolls” with that the group began to have a conversation about what they wanted to order.

“i’ll have some of your pizza rolls” chris spoke from beside me.

“good” i smiled up at him, before grabbing the baking sheet to place in the oven.

i bent over, pulling the oven open to place the sheet on the rack.

when my skirt rose up slightly, chris didn’t waist a second in placing his hand on my ass.

he quickly dipped his fingers into my panties, rubbing my heat.

he used his free hand to pull my front half back up, quickly covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.

“hmphhh” i lightly moaned into his hands, as his fingers explored my wetness, collecting my arousal on his fingers.

before i knew it, his fingers left my body, as he turned me around to face him.

he placed his fingers, which were now coated in my juices, into his mouth.

i watched intently as his tongue swirled around each finger, lapping at them like a starved man.

“hm, just needed a taste” he spoke, smirking at my shocked state, “you should probably close that”

“close what?” i asked him as i blinked rapidly, attempting to recover from his actions.

he nodded towards the oven with his head, “i don’t know how well they’ll cook if you leave the door open” he raised his eyebrows at me.

he was having the time of his life right now.

“uh- yeah, yeah you’re right” i spoke as i quickly closed the oven door.

“need some help with that?” chris asked as he stared down at my thighs, which were involuntarily clenching together.

i was doing my best to hold it together, but his actions turned me on far more than i’d like to admit.

“i’m fine” i spoke quickly, hoping he wouldn’t point out the fact that i was obviously lying.

but he, being chris, would never give me the luxury of sparing me from his teasing.

“really? you don’t look fine. you look like you need to be ruined” he whispered into my ear.

“chris, i’m not gonna have sex with you with all of these people in the house”

“really? don’t think that’s stopped you before” he spoke cockily.

“we said that the last time was gonna be it, remember?” i reminded him, placing my hand on his chest.

“yeah, you’re right, we have to stop. so we’re done doing this” he nodded his head at me.

“yup, that’s it. it’s done”

well, it was done. until-

“fuck, chris! yes, yes, yes ! right fucking there, holy shit” i did my best to keep quiet, as chris pounded into me from behind.

“one last time, just one last time” he whispered to himself while he drove himself in and out of me like his life depended on it.

“if this is the last time, i’m gonna make sure you remember that no one else will ever fuck you like i do” he whispered into my ear, chest pressing against my back while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“ you got that? can you say it back to me, princess? “

“i- no one, no one will ever fuck me like you do” i heaved out, fisting his sheets as continued to push himself deep inside of me.

“damn right” he rasped, as he gave my ass a slap, eliciting a moan from me.

“god, what did i do to deserve you? you’re so fucking good for me, holy shit” his head fell back as he moaned out.

“you feel so good in me, chris. don’t want anyone else, just you” i spoke back to him.

“yeah? am i making you feel good, baby? that’s all i ever want, just want you to feel good” he whispered, his fingers digging into my waist.

“you always do, baby. always feel so good with you” i moaned back.

my mind grew fuzzy as he went from giving sharp, quick thrusts to slow and deep ones, allowing me to feel every inch of him.

“love fucking you hard, but i gotta show you how much i care bout you” he spoke before burying his nose into my neck.

he placed a sweet kiss to the skin, before pulling it between his lips.

he sucked on the skin until it became darker, making it known that he had been there.

his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body as his cock stretched out my pussy.

“i don’t- fuck chris, it’s so good” i choked out as he continued to leave kisses against my skin.

“love seeing you like this, all fucked out under me. you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe you’re even real” he whispered.

“all yours, chris. you’re the only one who gets to see me like this”

i pushed my hips back into him, grinding on his dick, as he wrapped a hand around my neck to choke me.

“god, oh my-” he whined out his dick twitching inside of me.

“you gonna cum for me, chris?” i asked as i felt myself on the brink of my own orgasm.

“yes, yes, please cum with me” he whispered, head dropping to the crook of my neck as he shot his seed inside of me.

he continued to thrust into me, the coil in my stomach snapping as i coated his cock in my pleasure.

coaxing me through my orgasm, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts, before gently pulling out of me.

“did so good for me” he mumbled, pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.

“was that good ? did i hurt you?” he asked as he went to lay down next to me.

“of course it was good, chris. and i’m okay” i told him, cupping his cheek.

“good, let me clean you up and we can cuddle?” he asked, a grin taking over his features.

“yeah, sounds good“ i spoke as i heard my phone vibrate on chris’s nightstand.

when i opened it up, i was met with unopened text messages:

THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER ❗️(10 MEMBERS)

matty b 💁🏻‍♂️ 9:01 pm

SHUT THE HELL UP ! WE CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY OUT HERE

nick 👑 9:01 pm

oh great you guys pissed off mat

(i agree w him)

johnnie 🧛🏻 9:02 pm

i’m just waiting for my food

jake 🕸️ 9:10 pm

CHRIS STOP FUCKING AND TELL US WHAT U WANT SO WE CAN ORDER OUR FOOD

tara 👅 9:10 pm

YOU SHOULD’VE GOTTEN IT BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED TOGETHER

TF WERE U EXPECTING DUMBASS

larray 💅🏽 9:15 pm

🍝+ 🦞

if it’s not snowing she ain’t going y’all

sam 👻🌝 9:34 pm

update: we ate your pizza rolls

colby 👻🌚 9:34 pm

we’re still hungry hurry up

y/n ⭐️ 9:41 pm

MY PIZZA ROLLS ???

FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U HOES

IMMA FIGHT Y’ALL 🤺🤺

chris 🦌 9:41 pm

oops

my bad guys

nick 👑 9:42 pm

chris come do the walk of shame out here so i can beat your ass 🙂

TARA 🧚🏻‍♀️ 9:20 pm

🌀🌀🌀🌀

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[sherlocksoft]

Spicy Sherlock headcanons

Sherlock Holmes x reader NSFW headcanons

Masterlist

Authors notes: as last time, I’m writing this with any version of Sherlock in mind, but that gif was too good to resist. Very much feeling a need to explore Victorian dirty talk in a short Drabble soon after this… there’s something about being absolutely filthy with a Victorian gentleman that just 🔥

Warnings: NSFW — smut, virgin Sherlock, switch Sherlock (needy sub/hungry soft dom), oral sex, vaginal sex, handjobs, fingering, cream pie, thigh riding, cock warming, teasing, edging, dirty talk, size kink

Sherlock has never been a particularly sexual being, always too focussed on the pragmatic to pay much mind to the whims of the vessel that is his body

He was nervous the first time. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was far out of his comfort zone and anxious that you would be dissatisfied with him (or that he wouldn’t like the experience and leave you even more disappointed)

He’s used to utilising the skills he knows he’s good at. How can he be confident with sex when he’s never even learned to pleasure himself properly?

Over time he learns his body though, alongside learning every inch of yours

Even the first time he slips his finger inside, he soon comes to realise that your body is simply another puzzle, and if he can find the right combination places to touch, the correct pressure and speed, he will solve it in no time

Almost cums in his undergarments when you come undone on just his fingers

He’s pleasantly surprised to discover the way you moan and gasp for him, and how this guides him in his endeavour to satisfy you

He’s also surprised to find that sex with you feels incredible, giving his mind a short break and a boost of pleasure he’s never considered would be useful until now

Constantly and absolutely in awe of your reactions to his touch, and even more so to his cock. He feels a spark of excitement when you tell him he’s too big to fit, and another when you cry out in pleasure-pain as he slowly slides inside and stretches you with a delightful burn, whispering, ‘That’s it, darling, you’re doing so well, taking me all the way in that tight little cunt.’

Speaking of the way he talks to you, he absolutely delights in dirty talk, especially when he’s using such vulgar words compared to his usual vocabulary. It makes your blood boil with lust to hear him talk like that (it’s a little bit like when a person who always wears a suit puts a casual t shirt on and somehow becomes even more attractive)

Will whisper something filthy in your ear when you least expect it and delight in the blush it causes to burn your cheeks (and the heat he knows it’s sending rushing to your core (basic science))

When he’s on a case and you offer assistance, he forms an idea. You end up between his legs under the desk, warm lips wrapped around his throbbing, leaking cock as he tries to focus on the task at hand

It soon becomes unbearable, and he has to stop his work, allowing his mind to switch off for a few blissful moments as he falls back in his chair, spreading his legs and bucking his hips, fingers slipping into your hair to feel the movement of your ministrations until the orgasm that rips through him resets his mind

As you wipe your mouth and tuck his softening length back into his trousers, you hear him muttering away, scribbling something on a scrap of paper and you know he’s finally reached the conclusion he needed, with your help

Don’t feel left out though, at the end of the case he will eat you out like a starved man over and over until you’re trembling and he’s moaning into your slick folds

He’s pretty sure he invented edging. When you accompany him away from Baker Street for an investigation and have a frustratingly quiet time, instead he ends up using the time away to keep you simmering on the edge of orgasm, telling you he will only let you cum when you get home

The train ride back is torture but it’s so worth it when you get into the flat and he pushes you up against the door finally taking you. Later writes a monograph on The Science of Sporadic Pleasure

When he gains more sexual confidence, he generally has two modes: needy sub, and hungry soft dom

Needy sub Sherlock is what you get when he’s loosing confidence in a case, or when he’s between cases and growing bored. He seeks reassurance in your touch, whimpering as you slip your hand into his trousers to bring him off, gripping the sheets and begging as you ride him slowly, the measured movement of your hips both hypnotising and torturous

He will lay with you afterwards, safe in your arms, fingers gripping onto you just as hard as when his climax was nearing, whimpering as your stroke his messy hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear while his high subsides

Hungry soft dom Sherlock comes out to play when he’s excited, when he’s pulled off a dramatic reveal that got his blood pumping, or when he’s so close to figuring out the answer to something, he knows he just needs that little push to get him there — and now he understands what’s so great about orgasms, one of those will do nicely to help him on his way

He also knows you like it when he’s a little rougher, and takes immense pleasure in satisfying you that way, particularly if he’s been busy lately

He slams into you mercilessly, growls muffled against the crook of your neck as you hold onto him for dear life. Between moans of how good you are for him, how exquisite your cunt feels around his cock, how only you can make him feel like this, he mutters the other thoughts that flash through his brilliant mind lie puzzle pieces

Just before he empties his seed inside you, as his climax builds, everything starts to come together in his mind. He has his lightbulb moment just as his peak hits, and he cries out the answer in a guttural, breathy shout while you clench around him

He holds you close for a moment as his thick cum drips down your thighs, thanking you profusely and making sure you’re not hurt, that you’re satisfied and comfortable before taking off to finish what he’s been working toward

If he’s half dressed, you sometimes need to remind him to straighten up as he’s frantically grabbing what he needs before leaving the house, the telltale signs of a half buttoned shirt poking out from a ruffled waistcoat, untied cravat and open fly — even Lestrade could figure that one out without help

When he returns, he kisses you passionately for what feels like hours, languid het firry, grateful that you’re so patient with him, that what you do for him is something no one else could

‘I’m sorry for using you earlier, my love,’ he breathes apologetically, ‘allow me to make it up to you?’ And he does just that, spending the evening entirely focussed on your pleasure

More often than you might think he’s happy for you to use him for your own pleasure, lying on the little couch and beckoning you with a lazy finger to climb on top

‘I know I’ve been absent, darling, and I really must continue my work but I simply cannot rest a moment longer without giving you a mind shattering orgasm. Ride my thigh for me while I think thingsn through, there’s a good girl.’

When he’s feeling playful, he will encourage you to sit on his cock while he’s at his desk, having you warm him until you’re squirming to rock your hips, but he will only shift his own hips slightly when he’s able to continue his work without your whining distracting him. He has to grip your hips hard to keep you still

And while he’s pausing for thought, his fingers might just slip down to rub your clit for a short while before he resumes his research

Delightfully vocal, especially when he’s particularly horny. He’s never pleasured himself enough to learn to keep quiet, so he just lets it out and it’s enough to alert the whole of Baker Street

Never ever leaves you dissatisfied

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[hyunjinniesgirl]

behind the bubble - h.hj

today i present to you, yet another hyunjin smut. sorry not sorry. and yes this was def inspired by hyunjin saying he was naked while taking these selfies. i hope yall enjoy this one!! :33

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

please like, comment, reblog, or interact if you liked it!! photos are from pinterest and are not mine.

wc: 2.2k

genre: smutty smut smut

warnings (if you are uncomfy with these topics please do not interact): fem!reader, harddom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, brattamer!hyunjin, pet names (mostly baby), cunnilingus, face slap, thigh slap, piv, riding, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), daddy kink bc i have a problem, riding, mention of other members bc i have a problem, cream pie, finger sucking, cum eating. apologies if i'm missing something, pls let me know!

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You were already tucked into bed channel surfing through the hotel TV when Hyunjin walked in, still full of energy despite putting on a three hour show just an hour prior. You sat in nothing but one of the plush robes provided by the hotel, becoming one with the queen sized bed. 

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, lifting your head to look up at him. “Skijigi left a burger for you earlier, it’s on—“

Hyunjin chuckled, cutting you off. He dropped one of his big hands to your bare thigh, gripping harshly and smirking down at you. “Not what I meant, baby.” 

“Oh,” was all you could reply before Hyunjin guided you down to lay flush against the mattress, his gaze never breaking yours. 

Hyunjin always caught you off guard when he wanted you. He could go from being the softest, most affectionate boyfriend to a filthy mouthed fiend within half a second. You liked to think you had a decent amount of game before dating Hyunjin. In the beginning, Hyunjin was more shy and reserved while you made all the first moves, but as your intimacy increased it became obvious that Hyunjin actually held the upper hand in the bedroom. More often than not, Hyunjin made you putty in his hands, and you didn’t mind it one bit. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Hyunjin spoke softly, his breath hitting your neck. Tingles ignited down your body at his sensual whispers. You whined and writhed below him as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses behind your ear down to your collarbones. “I’m gonna take this cute little number off you and eat out your pretty little cunt, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything, Hyunjin. I’ll do anything, please,” you begged, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hard on poking your thigh. The sight of you below him made Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, almost forgetting his instructions for you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so cute when you’re needy and begging for me,” he groaned. “I know it’s hard but I need you to promise me that you won’t make a sound. Can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Hyunjin looked up at you through his eyelashes as he continued to bite and suck at your collarbones. 

Your face burned red at his request, mouth hanging open in shock. “Jinnie, that’s not fair,” you whined.

In pure Hyunjin fashion, he ignored you, tugging on the knot of your robe to expose your bare body to him. You sat up slightly to push the robe off your shoulders and toss it to the side. Hyunjin moved his mouth back up to your lips as his hand trailed down your stomach to your sopping wet core.

“Shit,” Hyunjin swore against your lips as he swiped a single finger between your slick folds. “You played with yourself before I came back didn’t you?” He questioned, gliding his finger up and down your slit to gather the moisture pooling around it, just barely touching your clit. “I bet you laid here for hours on twitter getting off to videos of me performing tonight.” 

You nodded dumbly, not having the energy in you to lie, especially when he teased you like this. “You look so good on stage, Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Such a dirty girl for me.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue as he created some distance between the two of you. Locking his eyes with yours, Hyunjin brought a second finger down to your heat, gathering as much of your fluids as he could before bringing them back up to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, putting on a show just for you. 

You covered your mouth as your eyebrows knotted together, unable to look away at your godly boyfriend. You knew you looked pathetic sprawled naked against the bright white bed, legs spread wide just how Hyunjin liked it, your desire for him clear on your face and on the moisture now pooling on the sheets below you. Hyunjin hummed around his fingers, taking his time to truly savor your taste.

“Do you want a taste, baby?” Hyunjin asked, hovering over you once more. You nodded wordlessly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with wide eyes. Never breaking your gaze, Hyunjin gripped your jaw with one had, slightly squishing your cheeks as he let a string of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Such a tasty fucking cunt, and all for me. Now, remember what I told you okay?” 

You swallowed his spit obediently, letting out a barely audible “okay, daddy” in your already fucked out state. Hyunjin had barely touched you and yet you could already feel your head fogging up with need. 

He used one of his hands to keep one of your legs rested on his shoulder, making sure you were spread wide for him. Hyunjin dipped his head down, immediately latching on to your clit. A yelp slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, earning you a slap on the outside of your thigh. The stinging broke you out of your haze, growing more frustrated with the lack of attention Hyunjin was giving your pussy. After throwing you a glare in warning, Hyunjin continued his work on your pussy.

Rules be damned, you mewled and whined as you ground your core onto his plush lips. You thought you had gotten away with it too, until one hard pull on Hyunjin’s hair had him ripping his face away from your heat.  

“What did I say, hmm? Is it so hard to be a good girl just this once? You better watch it, princess, if you act up enough maybe I’ll just stop and get myself off in the shower,” your boyfriend threatened. You sucked on your teeth as he stared you down. 

“You wouldn’t, babe, you love my pussy too much. Why would you fuck your hand when my cunt is wet and ready for you already?” you spat out, riling Hyunjin up even more. 

You weren’t normally bratty, but Hyunjin’s request of you staying quiet while he ate you out was absurd. On top of that, he insisted on teasing you, refusing to put more than a finger inside of you. 

“That’s it,” Hyunjin mumbled, climbing back up your body to grab your face harsher than he did before.

Without warning, Hyunjin pushed his hard cock into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Hyunjin didn’t let up the grip he held on your face as he continued his shallow thrusts. You whined below him, begging him to go faster. He ignored you, slowly increasing his pace, but not enough to satisfy you. He was driving you insane with his teasing and you couldn’t even see what was in it for him. 

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll just go to Channie next door. I’m sure he’ll know how to fuck me dumb.” It was an empty threat, you both knew it, but it was enough for Hyunjin to snap. 

Hyunjin let go of your face abruptly, landing a swift slap across your cheek before regaining his grip. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his face less than a centimeter from yours. “You want to be a brat? I’ll fucking treat you like one.”

Hyunjin got up on his knees, once again lifting one of your legs to spread you open. Keeping his eyes trained on your pussy, Hyunjin finally sheathed his entire length inside you, making you arch your back off the bed. 

“What happened to my good girl, huh? When’d you get so fucking bratty,” Hyunjin mumbled, still watching his cock drill into your pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the hotel room, accompanying your moans. “My girl likes to get slapped doesn’t she? Your pussy was already so wet before but now it’s like your cunt is swallowing me babe.”

All you could do was nod and reach for him, grateful that he was finally giving you what you wanted. You panted his name over and over again, throwing an arm over your eyes as you focused on the sensation of Hyunjin fucking you. Hyunjin continued to fuck you hard, periodically pulling most of his length out before snapping his hips against yours all at once. He accompanied his thrusts with a hand splayed over your lower stomach, pushing down on your abdomen while his thumb moved quickly over your clit. The stimulation made you scream, forcing yourself to pull your arm away from your eyes and bite down on your hand. 

“Look at me baby.” You opened your eyes as Hyunjin panted over you again, sweat dripping down the side of his face. You stuck your tongue out for him once more in a silent request. Smirking at you, he fulfilled your wish, spitting harshly into your mouth, not slow and sensual like before. “God, you feel so fucking good. You look so good right now, letting me use you like a little toy.”

“Please don’t stop Jinnie, I’m gonna—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you grasped Hyunjin’s shoulders, pulling him closer. 

“Aww saying please? Seems my baby finally learned some manners,” Hyunjin teased. “I’ll let you cum this time, my love, but don’t expect this kind of mercy next time you decide to act up.” 

You moaned his name like a prayer as he brought you to your climax. You watched as he continued his thrusts, running a hand through his hair as he panted and grunted. He was mesmerizing like this, focused on his own pleasure as if you weren’t even there. 

“God, you’re so hot,” you whined, snapping him out of his haze. 

“Yeah?” he questioned with a smirk, watching the fucked out expression on your face. 

“Mhmm,” you mumbled. “You look so good, daddy, I want you to cum inside me so bad. I wanna be so full of you, please.” You were begging now, the brat facade thrown aside. Sex with Hyunjin wasn’t complete for you until you felt all of him.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin swore before flipping you over so that you were on top of him. You yelped in surprise before reinserting his member into you. You collapsed on top of him as he grabbed each of your thighs in his hands. 

“I needed to feel you close, baby,” he whispered in your ear, guiding you up and down on his cock. “Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking this sweet pussy while I was on stage. Now I get to cum inside it, fill it up with all of me. You’re such a little slut baby, letting me stuff you like this.”

“I’m such a slut for you, only you, Hyunjin, please I need it. You own this pussy baby.”

"Mm my pussy, all for me." Hyunjin’s panting sped up and grew more audible as he fucked you harder from below. Through gritted teeth, Hyunjin spilled himself into you, your bones turning to jelly as you relished in the feeling of his essence filling your hole. Hyunjin brought your head down to crash his lips into yours, sloppily chasing your lips as he rode out his high. 

You smiled as you pulled away from him, sitting up with his cock still inside you. Slowly, you lifted your hips, your shared essence sliding down his member. Hyunjin watched in awe as you brought a hand down, gathering some on your fingers and sucking it off, mimicking his earlier actions. 

“You’ll be the death of me,” Hyunjin said endearingly, bringing you back down to land a softer kiss on your lips. 

You climbed off of him, disregarding the mess you made temporarily. After a few soft kisses, Hyunjin grabbed his phone, switching to the camera app to take a few selfies of the two of you. He took one of his kissing your cheek as you cheesed with your eyes closed, and another of the two of you in a fit of giggles. 

“Should I take one for Bubble?” Hyunjin asked. It was a rhetorical question, of course, he would take one for Bubble. Hyunjin posted everything on Bubble.

“Baby, you’re naked,” you laughed, slapping his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide at the realization before throwing his head back in laughter. 

“I almost lost my job,” Hyunjin joked, making the two of you laugh once again. “Ah, I got it.”

Hyunjin got up momentarily to wrap a hoodie around himself then resumed his selfie position on the bed. He snapped a few more selfies and an audio message before posting them.

“Okay!” He exclaimed, putting his phone away for the night. “I’m going to shower, and since you’ve been such a bad girl today I expect you to make it up to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before throwing his legs off the side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes as he sassily sashayed away, trailing close behind him anyway.

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[thesweetnessofspring]

Katniss Wants Kisses: Part 6 - The Finale

Drabble series: Katniss is fed up with getting no physical affection from Peeta during their training for the Quarter Quell, so she takes matters into her own hands. Rated T.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Read on ao3

At his invitation inside, I want to feast on Peeta's kisses, but a measure of control comes over me as it had in the Games when stretching out the food. Moving too fast in the past has only made him back away, so I follow his pace, which remains soft and shallow, then to a few brief pecks before he asks, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No,” I say, and he’s releasing me to turn around and go to his refrigerator.

“I have some leftovers,” Peeta says. “Probably cool now, but we can heat it up.”

I’m not really hungry, surprisingly, and I want to get back to kissing, but he’s not kicking me out. Control. I have to stay in control of what I’m doing.

“I don’t need that much,” I say as he heaps chicken pot pie onto a dish. It’s the usual amount I have, but it’ll take longer to eat, which means longer to get back to what we had been doing before.

“Of course you do,” Peeta says. “We’ve gotten our calories and nutrients all mapped out.”

He turns on the oven and sticks in the plate with my portion. Even now with all of the money and food my family can get, we’ve never had to reheat meals. But I suppose with Peeta being on his own, he must have leftovers often. 

When he comes back over to where I wait for him by the kitchen island, his hands find their way to my waist, thumb skimming along my stomach.

“You are still eating all of your calories, right?” Peeta asks, looking me up and down.

“What if I’m not?” I say, sticking my face out in a playful challenge. I am eating everything I need for our Career regime, but I’m not willing to give up Peeta’s attention now that I have it again.

“Then I’ll have to watch you eat every day,” Peeta says, and he gives my side a tickle.

I twist away and giggle, then give him a quick kiss. “What if I need a little more encouragement than that?”

He gathers me up in his arms and I grin at him, but the playfulness falls from his face as he stares at me. I worry he’s going to push me away again, that I’ve somehow come on too strong. 

“This is a really bad idea, Katniss,” he says. “There’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t.”

“And one big reason why we should.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Because we want to.”

I drop my gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back, willing him to initiate again. Even still, when he moves his face toward mine, I’m surprised. Delight runs through me in anticipation of his kiss, then he stops a degree from my lips, so close that as he speaks I can feel their lightest brushing over mine.

“I only want one thing,” he says. “No pretending.”

I want to be mad at him for still accusing me of lying to him and for holding out on the kiss, but he’s making me so dizzy with need and I don’t care anymore. 

“None,” I promise and then press my lips to his, and finally kiss him with the depth that I’ve longed for this whole night–not mired in uncertainty or desperation, but responding with as much enthusiasm as I feel. Our mouths open for each other, tasting and teasing, nibbling and nourishing, and yet–and yet–I’m still so hungry. It doesn’t matter how much I allow his tongue into my mouth, or how I run mine along the roof of his, it’s not enough.

Peeta’s the one who pulls away and I let out a little yelp of disappointed protest. He gives me a kiss at the corner of my mouth then says, “Your food’ll be warm now.”

He lets me go to get a hot pad and remove the plate from the oven, steam rising from the chicken pot pie in front of me.

“I’m not that hungry,” I say when he puts the plate down on the island next to me.

He holds a fork out in front of him. “And yet you’re going to eat this whole thing.”

I grab the fork from him and take a stab at a slice of carrot with some crust clinging to it. After blowing on it, I pop it in my mouth. And it’s good–the sauce creamy and seasoned with thyme, the carrot slightly sweet, the crust flakey and buttery. It’s almost as good as kissing Peeta and I dig in to devour it, picking up the plate once it’s cooled enough so that there’s a shorter distance from my fork to my mouth.

When I’m finished, I’m tempted to lick up the remaining sauce and crumbs. Instead I lift my gaze up to find Peeta smiling at me.

“Told you you’d eat the whole thing,” he teases.

 “Now dessert?” I ask, taking his hand in mine and kissing the back of it. Part of our Career diet included cutting out the sweets, but he picks up on my meaning quickly.

“Living room,” he says, and gives me a short kiss before tugging me further into his house and leading me to the couch. We settle ourselves there and spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each other. There’s quite a lot of kissing, including Peeta’s mouth open and sucking at my neck, sending an entirely new kind of need down to my center. But there’s also time when we slow down, kissing growing lazier or stopping to catch our breath, when he holds me and strokes my back and I curl into him, warm from his heat and somehow happy.

It’s when Peeta notes the time and the fact that my mother will be worried about me, that I can drag myself away from him. He walks me to my door and leaves me with one last kiss before I have to go inside.

I ready myself for bed, feeling cold on my own now without Peeta beside me and I shiver, suddenly reminded that soon twenty-three tributes will be trying to take him from me, including Peeta himself. 

I cocoon myself in blankets and in the memory of Peeta’s kisses tonight instead. The Quell will come. But the next three months will be ours. 

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlark drabble #thg fanfiction #katniss wants kisses #there is going to be a bonus peeta pov scene but there's no kissing #unless you want him to make out with gale too idk let me know

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

Dilek & I took a break from studying. I was hungry, but Dilek didn’t want to eat my grandma’s pie. She was way too excited. Nico was coming by. And since I knew how dumb Dilek always acts when she sees Nico or Philip... I told her, I was going to get mad, if she starts drooling again or something.😒My cousin M. even hid in his room, bcs of her! He knew she's... crazy!! At my wedding he saw it himself, how obsessed Dilek is with certain.... tall men. Honestly, I don’t care!! As long as she doesn’t hit on my boyfriend, like she used to. 😠

And my Grams didn’t like my.... dress? Somehow she was not in a good mood.

Dilek (to me): We could do something later? My parents think we’re just gonna study all day. That means, I don’t have to go home yet. I have an excuse to stay away a bit longer.

Me: You’re 21! Why do you put up with that?? I never listened to my parents when it came to my freedom.

Grams: That’s why you kept running away from home. And now you’re pregnant with Nico but still married to Daniel.🤨Not to mention your addiction!

Me: Agh, Nonna!.... Thanks for the nice reminder! 😬😒..Ho chiesto il divorzio! (I’m getting a divorce!)

Dilek (to me): You talking about me?

Me: It's NOT all about you! It's about Daniel. 😞

Grams: Where did you find that dress?

Me: It was in my closet! And I know it's my Mom's dress!

Dilek: A. was proud of herself, for fitting into her Mom’s dress. 😄

Me: Hey, my Mom used to tell me I was bit too fat. But as you can see, I fit into her dress! So, if I’m fat, so is she. 🤷‍♀️

Grams: Why do you think it’s your Mom’s?.... But-, agh! Whatever, please take it off, bella!

Me: Nope!...... But honestly! Do you hate my Mom sm? Or why else would you mind me wearing her dress?

Grams: It's not your Mom's dress and I don't hate your mother, A.!

Me: But it was in Dad's room and I-... I remember this dress.

Grams: I doubt that, you were only 3 at the time. Maybe your Mom had a similar dress, but it’s mine! I-... I had a-... Agh, you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t wear it.😞

Me: Huuhh??? But I like it sm Nonna. 🙂

Grams: I’ll buy you a new dress!... Please Honey, listen to me. And you don’t need that old rag. I better get rid of this dress. 😟

Grams: Oh! It rang!

Me: I will take off the dress, but I want to know WHY! And I don't need a new one. I like this one. 😔

Grams: Agh, bella... Go open the door for your boyfriend. Later we’ll talk about it.

Me: Ok...... I can't wait to see N.! And you Dilek!!! Mind your manners! 🤨

Dilek: I won’t say anything awkward! 😇

Me: I missed you.

Nico: Wow babe, you look smokin' in that dress. Hm? It’s a bit dull, but on you, it looks damn hot! Tonight I have something.... special in mind for you. 😏

Me: What you mean?

Nico: It’s time to start your training.

Me: Ha? I’m not doing a workout with you.

Nico: Nah! Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing and you’re just gonna do, what I want. Trust me! You’ll love it... Love you.

Me: Okay? But hey, Dilek's here.

Nico: She's still here? 😕.... Agh, all right! But not too long, ok? I wanna be alone with you. And undisturbed!!

Dilek: Heeyyy!..🤤🤤...

Me (to Dilek): Careful, you're drooling.

Nico (to D.): C'mon. Say it!... You know what I want to hear.

Dilek: Number one!... So glad & nice to see you. I was hoping you’d come back.

Nico: Oh, I'm sure you do.

Dilek: I kept telling A., Number two isn't good enough. He's handsome but not... you. I was always Team N.!

Me: Stop calling Philip number 2, hell. You promised Dilek.

Dilek: I won’t call Philip number two when he’s around!!! But he's not here! So who cares?

Nico: Be a good girl and go home, Dilek... Do it for me.

Dilek: Whatever you want! 😇

Nico: Thanks!... And now go! I’d hug you, but I don't want you to ..... faint.😏.... 😆

Dilek: I won't!... A.? May I?

Me: NO! Just go, D.! And be careful not to slip on your own slime trail. 🤨

Dilek's SOOO stupid!!! She promised me not to call Philip number 2 anymore! She just can't stop with that shit! 😠

And Nico, I've seen through him! I know why he acted like this. It was kind of a... show for me. He wanted to show me what he wants or expects from me. He wants me, like Dilek, to say yes to everything he says, just to please him. This was nothing new to me, but still it makes me...... angry?🤷‍♀️ As if I have to suck up to him? Though I told him it was ok for me and I also knew that he did not mean this bad! He was alsways nice and sweet to me. Agh yea, anyway! I’ll explain it soon and also about my dress.

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[lostfirefly]

Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.3)

Nobody asked me, but the thought of sending my beloved couple on a new journey didn't let me go. Welcome to a new adventure! No idea how many chapters there will be :) Pain continues leading me to art :)

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy and Catherine have clues as to where to find the map. Our treasure hunt is picking up speed!

Warnings: Fun, fluff, adventureee! Shitty shit :)

Words: 4112 (sorry again)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk

The title is taken from "Life Must Have It's Mysteries" by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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“Could you be more focused, Buggy? Please!” 

“What? I do nothing!”

“Stop grabbing my ass, asshole!! I’m trying to read and collect all the information we have into one whole. And you're distracting me!" Catherine threw his hand off her buttocks. 

“It's not me! Baby, it's you!” Buggy made innocent eyes and poked Catherine's nose with his finger. “You're lying naked next to me. Can you imagine how hard it is not to touch you?!”

“You're pissing me off already! For the last time, I'm not naked! I'm in a t-shirt! See?” She tugged at her clothes.

“That’s mine! So it counts as you being naked!” 

She rolled her eyes at him. “You're disgus… Hey! What the fuck?!” Catherine moved her hand under her buttocks and reached for his separated hand. "Really? Damn you and your chop chop abilities, fucking clown!! That’s it! You're behaving badly and I’m keeping your hand!” 

“Hey, give it back!” 

“Nope!!” 

“You'd think that would stop me?” Buggy pulled Catherine towards him with one hand and began kissing her neck. 

“No, let me go!!” She tried to fight back with the papers and his hand. “Can I ask you..oh, shit..a question, my blue-haired bastard?”

He nodded and continued kissing her neck.

“Have you ever.. oh, fuck so good… had a girlfriend before me? I feel like they've either been gone a long time or never existed.”

“Of course I had girls. But cotton candy, you are not just a random girl. You’re my one and only favorite pie.” He looked into her eyes and kissed her lips.

“That's it! Let me go, fucking octopus!!! Or I'll rip your Buggy Balls off.” Catherine playfully hit him with the papers again. 

“Shit!” He loosened his grip.

Catherine finally sat down, leaning on the headboard of the bed. “Are you kidding me? We had sex for two hours! Give me a break!” She ruffled his hair with his hand she held in hers.

Buggy looked upset. Catherine glanced at him, smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “Oh! Don't be sad!” She pointed at her shoulder with his hand. “C’mere, my silly clown!” 

Buggy happily scooted over to her, took his hand back, put his head under her armpit, and began to run his fingers over the sheets.

“Any of your favorite riddles in here?”

“I don't see any yet and hopefully I won't.” Catherine hugged him around his shoulder, kissed the top of his head and heard her stomach murmur. “See what you did to me, my insatiable clown? I'm hungry now!”

Buggy turned his head slightly and looked at her from under his eyebrows “Do you want me to go get you something?” 

“Can you?” She stroked his cheek and made puppy eyes. 

“Baby, for you, I'll walk through death, scary sea currents and I’ll even go to a cafe to buy you fast food.”

“Then get me a bucket of chicken wings, fries, and a Coke, please!” She kissed his temple. 

Buggy got out of bed, exhaling loudly, pulled on his pants, t-shirt, sneakers and walked out of the room.

“Thank god I'll at least get a break from him!” Catherine pulled on her pajama pants.

She was lying on her stomach with her legs dangling when she heard the sound of the door opening.

“I'm back, my cotton candy! I allowed myself the nerve to buy you your favorite double cheeseburger with extra cheese. And just for your information, a nice girl wanted to ask for my phone number but I happily told her I was already occupied with some pretty red-haired bitch.”

“Oh, stop lying, clown. Who needs you besides me! No one will put up with your whining every day. This punishment went to me.” She pushed the papers aside, got up off her stomach and sat on the bed on her knees.

“Ouch! A blow straight to the heart!” Buggy flopped down beside her, placing a large bucket of wings on the bed.

“Your burger, ass.” He handed her the box.

“With extra cheese!! Thank you, my blue-haired hero!!” Smack, smack, smack. “Have I told you I love you?"

“Nope, first time I've heard.” He kissed her temple and stroked her back with his hand. “Did you find anything?” 

“Actually, yes!” Catherine took the burger out of the box and took a bite. “God, it's delicious. Here, try it.” She brought the burger up to his mouth. “Tasty?”

He took a bite, nodded and mumbled with his mouth full. “And what did you find?”

“Geeez, I still have to teach and teach you manners! Chew on that first!” Catherine laughed, took a napkin and wiped his mouth. 

“Screw you!” He swallowed the food and pecked Catherine on the cheek. He snuggled against her, put one hand on her waist and stared at the papers.

Catherine made herself comfortable beside Buggy. She couldn't contain her smile and gave him another bite of her burger.

“You're so warm, my Buggy Bear. I love you. So… While you were gone, I looked at what's available and what this girl told us-- Vivi or whatever her name is. Anyway, look. The map and possibly this cryptex are right here." She jabbed her finger at the map and then reached for a french fry and put it in Buggy's mouth. "You see, there are some coordinates and arrows mentioned in these copies. There seems to be some kind of building here. Vivi wrote down two letters in my notebook. BW. I don't know what that is..”

“I know only one group with these BW. Baroque Works. Shit! And if so, we have a little problem!”

“What? Why?” Catherine turned her head towards him.

“Let's just say I have a little problem with them.” Buggy smirked.

“What? Who are they?” She turned to face him and crossed her legs. 

“Well.. They're a criminal syndicate." He scratched his cheek. 

“What??” Her jaw dropped. 

Buggy shrugged. 

“Oh my God! What have you done?” Catherine blinked her eyes and didn't take her eyes off him.

“Oh, Cathie-pie, I did a lot of things.” He chuckled mischievously, took her hand and kissed it.

“My dear Buggy Bear. I love you and hate you with all my heart but.. Can I ask for a favor? If you gonna ask me to marry you, tell me more about yourself. Ok? So.. you know. There won't be any surprises later.” She took a couple more sticks of potatoes and put them in her mouth.

“What? Afraid of that one day I’ll run away and leave you with our ten kids?”

Catherine choked on french fries. “Are you crazy? We will never have ten kids. No…” She turned and pressed her back against his chest. “I’m just afraid that based on the information that suddenly came over me, one day you will be captured and put in some prison.”

Buggy scratched his head and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Well, I got out of an underwater prison once and I can do it a second time, I guess.”

“Holy crap, what?! You were in jail? For what?” She goggled at him.

“I'm telling you, I did a lot of things before we met.” He took and kissed her hand again. 

“So you're not just a mentally unstable clown who runs the circus?” Catherine squinted her eyes,  slightly pursed her lips and ran her hand through his hair.

“Na-ah!”

Catherine stared at him for a long moment and didn't know what to say back. She suddenly laughed, causing him genuine surprise. 

“You're not running away from me screaming in disgust?” Buggy raised his eyebrows. 

“Why would I run away? Are you still hoping to get rid of me? I have bad news for you, my silly clown. I'm not going anywhere.” She reached for the fries and put them in his mouth again. “Eat up. You've had a busy life and I love it. These are the things that make you special." She noticed his surprised look when she said the word “special”. “But you're gonna tell me everything one day, right?” 

He kissed her temple. “Better give me some more fries, baby. It’s yummy! And from your hands it tastes even better.” 

Catherine took one potato stick and put half of it in her mouth. “Take one yourself!” She looked at him intently and squinted her eyes.

He leaned toward her to take a second bite, hoping to kiss her and continue their evening as he wanted, but Catherine quickly grabbed a new potato stick and put it in his mouth.

“Ha! Gotcha!!” She chuckled and did a little victory dance with her hands. 

“Little shit!” He hugged her around her waist tightly. 

“Ok! Back to our business. I don't understand one thing. If it all lies in a building owned by these Baroque Works, why don't they go looking for this diamond? It's worth a lot of money.” 

“I don't know. Maybe they don't even know they have the map.” Buggy rested his chin on Catherine's shoulder.

“Great! What are we gonna do? You're suggesting we break into a mob syndicate building, look for the map and cryptex, even though we don't even know exactly where to look.” 

“Sounds cool, doesn't it?” He chuckled.

“No! Not cool at all, Buggy! Do you even think with your head once in a while? It's one thing when you're talking nonsense at home, but here–” 

“Cathie-pie, don't forget you're with me! We don't need a plan!” He stroked her hands.

“That's what scares me, that I'm with you! And besides…” Catherine kept silent for a moment. 

“What?” 

“I'm worried about you now.” She took his hand and started running her thumb over his knuckles. “You said you have troubles with these mobsters, it's dangerous for you to go in there. They can't cut you up, but they can kick your ass or torture you. I don't want you to get hurt or.. to lose you.” 

He hugged her tightly and kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, my cotton candy. I’m Buggy the Clown. And Buggy the Clown always gets out of trouble.”

“Maybe Buggy the Clown needs to stop getting into trouble?”

“How boring my life will be then!”

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“Either you and I are the luckiest people in the world, or I don't know how to explain it.” Catherine sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, staring at the copies of the pages. “Look. Apparently, this building keeps the map here.” She pointed her finger at the map. “It may or may not have been bricked up when the building was built. I don't know exactly. A circle with a line below is mentioned. This is Shen.”

“What the hell is this?” Buggy asked when he was rearranging things in the trunk.

“This's a protective sign on stelae or in tombs, and also as an amulet. And it was closely associated with many gods.” Catherine tapped her toes. 

“Oh, no! No gods again!” Buggy grumbled loudly. 

“We live in Egypt, my little bear. There are gods everywhere.” She stared at her notes.

“What about the cryptex?”

“I don’t know.. Let me see. I don't know. It's somewhere…under the floor?”

“What do you mean under the floor?” He walked up to the hood.

“Directly. Two lines and a circle. You see, two lines and a circle are drawn here. And apparently we need to look under this drawing.” She ran her finger over the drawing.

“Sounds like their sign.” Buggy crossed his arms and look at Catherine.

“Whose?”

“Baroque Works. Two crossed swords instead of lines and a skull instead of a circle. You know, in the spirit of pirate Jolly Rogers. Shit! I like that! You and I are just like Bonnie and Clyde, cotton candy!” He rubbed his hands contentedly.

“I don't want to be like Bonnie and Clyde.” 

“Why?”

“They were killed, Buggy. Anyway, what if the cryptex is not under this sign? I don't know when this building was built or when the cryptex was hidden there. I have one theory, of course.” She glanced at him. “Okay. So how do I get there?” Сatherine pointed at the large gray building near which they had been standing for a couple of hours.

“How do I get there? Have you lost your mind? You won't go there alone! No!” 

“You won't go there either.” She called him with her hand. Buggy came closer to her. Catherine wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her head against his chest. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll find the map. I can handle it.”

“I know you can handle it, but I said no.” He stroked her arms. “There's no way in hell I'm letting you go in there alone. The conversation is over.” 

“My hero!” Catherine hugged him tightly and glanced at him. “I love you.”

“Oh, my God. We're not dying! Why all the drama, Cathie-pie?” Buggy rolled his eyes. 

“You spoiled my romantic moment, jackass.” She raised her head and straightened his ponytail with her hands. “So. What’s the plan?” 

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“I don't even know how I got involved with you.” Catherine grumbled as they made their way through the underground passage. “Couldn't we have gotten to them some other way?”

“How? Through the front door? Oh, sorry, Baroque Works, we're looking for the map and the cryptex, can we come by your place for a couple hours and walk around the building. Is that how you envisioned it?”

“Oh, sorry. I bet you know better how to break into buildings, Mr. "You know, Catherine, I was in jail!” She imitated his voice.

“Quiet!” Buggy covered her mouth with his palm and looked up. “Do you hear footsteps? We're somewhere under the building.”

"Afhrjeen?”  

“What?” Buggy turned around to her. 

Catherine slapped his palm and pulled his hand away. “Where are we?”

“How on earth would I know where we are? We'll have to check. Wait here.” Buggy separated half of his body and reached up top, pushing back a small hatch. 

“What's up there?” Сatherine asked in a whisper. 

“The corridor.”

“Get me up!” Catherine continued whispering. Buggy gathered himself back, he placed one palm on top of the other and held his interlocked hands out for Catherine.

She climbed with her feet on his arms. “Why don't you use your chop chop thing and pick me up?” She watched him shrug in response. “Idiot!” She shook her head. 

Catherine climbed through the trapdoor and found herself in a wide hallway decorated with large columns. On the floor she saw a red carpet. 

“Buggy, where are you?” She leaned over to the hatch and gave him a hand. 

“I'm coming.” He climbed out of the hatch and crouched beside her. “Further where?”

“I don't know! The notes said the east side of the building.”

“Where are we now?” He stood up and helped her to get up. 

“Jesus, Buggy, I don't know!” Catherine grumbled in a whisper. 

They heard footsteps approaching. 

“Get back!” Buggy pushed Catherine behind a column. She pulled him by his pants toward her. 

“Hey! Careful!!” He looked at her unhappily. 

Catherine pulled him to her and glanced at his face. 

“I bet you're getting turned on by all this!” Buggy winked at her.

“God, you're disgusting sometimes.” She rolled her eyes.

A man with two figures in the shape of swans on his shoulders and a fat tall man with the number 4 on his clothes passed by. 

“Why do they look so weird?” Catherine asked in a whisper. 

“Do you really want to talk about this now? Let's go!” Buggy took her firmly by the arm and dragged her behind him. 

They tried to walk as quickly and inconspicuously as possible to the east side of the building. 

“You know, I think there must be the cryptex around here somewhere. The buildings on the inside look like the ones the Tania communities built under the Pharaohs. You know, Cretan-Mycenaean cult and all that.” Catherine whispered and pointed at the walls and doors. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about!” Buggy started grumbling and getting nervous. 

“It doesn't matter. Listen, in buildings like this, cryptexes or something important was hidden in the central chambers of the chief lord. I wish I knew where the head lord's office was.”

“Over there!” Buggy pointed his finger at the door. 

“How do you know?”

“Well, I was there once.” He shrugged one shoulder. 

“Oh, my God!” Catherine squeaked loudly. 

“Quiet!” Buggy put his hand over her mouth again. 

They walked down the corridor, sometimes hiding behind columns so no one would see them. They were sneaking down one of the corridors when Catherine noticed the circle on the wall. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're close!” She quickly looked around the walls, peeked under the carpet, and looked at the walls again. “I don't understand. The map should be on the east wall. We're definitely in the east. It's still pretty early and the sun is still shining on this side.” Catherine felt the wall with her hands. “There must be some kind of ancient safe or something. It's the way they've always done it.”

“Maybe they moved it.”

“What do you think they were doing, tearing down the wall? No! The map's been buried here for a long time.”

“Dammit, someone's coming.” Buggy heard footsteps approaching and pulled her by the hand to hide behind a column. “Catherine, over here.”

“They're messing up the walls.” She pulled her hand away and began to move both of them along the wall.

“What?” 

“They messed up the walls! Probably the building was built by people who don't understand geography.”

“I don't care about fucking geography! We need to hide now!” Realizing she wouldn't budge, he separated his arms and dragged her behind a column. “Are you even listening to me?” He looked at her angrily, attaching his hands. 

As soon as the footsteps passed, Catherine looked around the spatialization once more. 

“The office!!” She shrieked and rushed into the room. 

“Сatherine, goddamn it!” Buggy rolled his eyes. 

“Run to the other wall, look for the map. I'll look for the cryptex here.”

“No! I'm not leaving you here!” He ran after her into the office.

“The two of us can get out of here faster!”

“Are you kidding me? We're in the building of one of the most dangerous syndicates in the world! I said no!!”

Сatherine was poking around the office when a voice came from behind her. “Hey! Who are you??”

She froze and turned her head. Catherine saw a young man who wore a golden crown on top of his red hair and had number 9 written on his cheeks. He also wore a green suit with white lace along with a ruffled red scarf. 

Catherine looked around the room but didn't see Buggy. “Fucking clown!” She thought. 

“Me? Me..I'm your new cleaning lady. I'm cleaning up.”

“You're lying to me. Who are you?”

“I’m…”

He suddenly pulled out a bat and stood next to the table. 

“Oh shit! You know it's wrong to hit girls, right?” Catherine took small steps backward. 

“But you're not the girl, you're a thief.” He swung his bat in his hand. 

“But still the girl!” She tried to look out into the hallway out of the corner of her eye and understand whether she would have time to get there somehow. 

The man slowly walked away from the table. “Should I take you to our boss, baby?” Said the man. 

Catherine was about to clam up but she saw a detached hand tap the shoulder of the man with the bat. The man turned around and a flying fist slapped him in the face and he fell to the floor. 

“Shit, I hate it when someone other than me calls you baby!” Buggy crawled out from under the table and attached his arm back.

“Where have you been?” 

“As soon as he came in, I hid under the table, but you didn't hear me or see me because you were yelling so loud that the whole building could hear you!” He came closer to her.

“I wasn't yelling, idiot! How could you leave me and watch that psycho threaten me?” 

“I was right there!” He pointed to the table. “I was waiting for the right moment! Cotton candy, I realize you like to take it out on me but there's no time for our squabble. The cryptex, remember?” 

“Right! Watch the hallway!” Catherine started to move the carpet, “Fuck! It's heavy. But the cryptex has to be here. It was always hidden in the center of the room!” She saw Buggy's hands helping her move the rug out of place. “I told you to watch the hallway. What the hell?” 

She looked up and didn't know how not to laugh out loud. The body stood beside her while the head peered out the doorway. “You're amazing, my silly clown.”

They pulled back the rug.

Catherine looked closely at the pattern on the floor, it was faintly visible. “Look! Look! The drawing!”

“Better hurry up, because Baroque Works' agents could be here at any moment.” Said the floating head near the door.

“Yeah, yeah! Wait!" Catherine tapped the floor lightly. "It's moving! The drawing's moving! What was it like? Three east, two west, one east and one south.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It's a part of stupid old counting rhyme I read in a book about pharaohs and communities like that.”

“Jesus, have you ever had a life?”

“Shut up, clown!” Catherine rotated the drawing several times according to the words of the counting rhyme. “It's open! It's open!” She quickly put her hand through the gap. “It's gone!” 

“What?” Buggy asked in surprise.

“There's no cryptex!”

“Are you sure?”

“No, I took it and then hid it again. Of course I'm sure. Where is it?” Catherine started crawling on the floor. 

“Fuck the cryptex, someone's coming.” Buggy put his head back on his body and grabbed Catherine's arm. “Let's get out of here. We should at least find the map.”

“But-- “

“No buts. We'll figure it out as we go. If we get caught, trust me, it's gonna be bad.” He dragged her toward the exit of the office. 

They both stuck their heads out the doorway and looked around. 

“Where to now?” Buggy asked in a whisper. 

“Well, if it's not the east side of the wall, we need to go to the west side. It's that way!” She pointed the direction with her finger.

“Let's hurry up then, shall we?” He grabbed Catherine and threw her over his shoulders. 

“What are you doing? Let me go!” She started squealing. 

“Can you stop yelling? Someone's coming this way!”

Footsteps and voices were getting closer by the second.

Buggy ran in the direction Catherine pointed. 

She was hanging on his shoulder. “This is completely indecent, Buggy. I can see your ass.”

“Like you've never seen my ass before.” He grumbled and laughed.

“I hate you!”

They heard shouting coming from the office where they were a couple minutes ago. 

“Ooh, this is bad. I bet they're sending their aides to search the whole building to look for us.” Buggy turned down another hallway. 

Catherine tried to focus on the walls. 

“Wait! Wait!” She started hitting him on the back. “The Shen!!!”

Buggy stopped and lowered Catherine to the floor. 

She ran her hands along the wall. “Arrows. I got it! The arrows in the map weren't just arrows. There are serifs on the rocks. They need to be turned. Help me!”

The adjacent corridors were becoming noisier with each passing second. 

“Catherine, honey, we don't have more than a couple minutes. Which way to turn?” There was worry in Buggy's voice.

“You turn these rocks, I'll turn these rocks. This way and this way.” She pointed in the right direction. “Ready? One, two, three!”

They turned the stones at the same time and heard a click. 

“It's open!!! It's open!!!” Catherine put her hands on the rock with the drawning.

“Yeah, that's great. But hurry up!”

“Hey, you!” A man’s voice came from the hallway. 

They both looked in the direction of the voice. The man with a number 4 on his clothes called out to them. 

“Oh, my God. He's like an overgrown child!” Catherine's eyes widened. 

“Shit!" Buggy pushed her behind a column and pressed the center stone.  

The man rushed toward them. Buggy slipped his hand through the gap and pulled out a roll of paper from there. He quickly ran toward Catherine. 

“Good news, my Cathie-pie. I stole the map. Second news, we have to run.”

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[justlookfrightened]

Can I Ask You a Question?

Because I was thinking today about how questions that seem settled and hurts that seem healed sometimes come up again, even in loving healthy relationships.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Jack chirped as he pushed the front door open.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was his life: a berth on a team that welcomed him even after he blindsided them with his coming out last year, a condo that felt more like a home than ever since Bitty moved in permanently, Bitty making something that smelled delicious in the kitchen …

When he was 18, he never thought he’d be allowed to have this.

“In here,” Bitty responded unnecessarily.

Jack headed that way, pausing to drop a kiss on Bitty’s head where he was bent over his laptop on the counter. The laptop, the three saucepans on the stovetop, the mixing bowls stacked in the sink all added up to Bitty trying to perfect a recipe for the cookbook. There were probably three pies in the oven, each with minuscule adjustments in their ingredients. Good thing Marty had that barbecue tonight.

“I’m gonna go shower,” Jack said. “Maybe watch something in the den.”

“Mmm,” Bitty hummed, before he pressed a key and looked up. “I’m sorry. How was the workout?”

“Good,” Jack said. “Back to skating next week.”

“That’s great, sweet pea,” Bitty said, eyes already shifting towards his notes.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” Jack said, hefting his bag on his shoulder.

Once he was clean and comfortable in sweats and a threadbare Samwell T-shirt, he flopped on the couch and started flipping through his streaming queues. It still felt weird to sit and do nothing in the middle of the day, but everyone — the athletic trainers, his personal trainer for the summer, even his therapist — agreed that rest was important.

His stomach rumbled and he remembered food was important, too, but he didn’t want to get in Bitty’s way. Maybe he should get a mini-fridge for the den? That way he could keep some protein shakes in here.

Before he could make up his mind to go look for food, Bitty was coming in with a plate piled with chicken tenders and corn and tomatoes salad.

“I did them up in the air fryer,” Bitty said. “I know you’re hungry after training.”

“Thanks, Bits,” Jack said, accepting the plate and taking a bite out of the top tender. It wasn’t quite the same as a real fried chicken tender, but Bitty used some spice blend that added a little flavor, and they were healthy enough to eat a couple of times a week.

Jack was profoundly grateful that Bitty and Nate had come to an understanding this year.

“Uh, Jack? Can I ask you something?”

Jack set the plate on the coffee table and looked at Bitty, standing near the door, hands twisting in a dish towel. This might be more than wanting him to decide whether the apple pie was better with a half teaspoon or a full teaspoon of nutmeg.

“Sure, bud. What’s up?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

Jack took a breath. The first time Bitty was afraid to say something after he moved in was when he took Jack’s car to the market and came out to find a scratch on the door. Jack had been confused; it wasn’t even Bitty’s fault, but even if it had been, it was simple to fix. It had made Jack angry a little — at Bitty’s parents, because he had to learn that fear somewhere, right?

“Of course not,” Jack said. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out.”

“And you won’t laugh?”

“I don’t think so,” Jack said. “Unless you’re going to tell me a joke?”

That weak attempt at humor fell flat, as Bitty’s gaze fell to the towel in his hands.

“It’ll be fine,” Jack said. “But you have to tell me what it is.”

“That’s what Lindsey said too,” Bitty said.

“Lindsey?” Jack repeated. “Is this something you talked about in therapy?”

“Sort of,” Bitty said. “Yes. I made a joke, then she asked what I meant and … yes, we talked about it.”

“Okay,” Jack said. It didn’t sound too serious if Bitty had joked about it, but Bitty did use jokes as deflection. “Why don’t you tell me what you said?”

“She asked what I was doing this weekend, and I said I was going to hit the gym,” Bitty said.

Jack nodded, because he and Bitty had spent time working out together almost every weekend since Bitty moved in. Jack always felt calmer in his skin after physical effort, and Bitty seemed to as well. And, well, they both seemed to like the way the other looked when they were sweaty and flushed. Post-workout sex would have gone a long way towards making the effort worth it even if Jack hadn’t enjoyed the exercise.

“Okay,” Jack said. “What was the joke?”

“I said I had to make sure to keep my athletic physique so you would still like me,” Bitty said, now looking at the sofa cushion to the left of Jack’s thigh.

Jack took another breath in, then settled himself back against the sofa, consciously letting his arms fall open at his sides. He’d promised not to be angry, and he didn’t want Bitty to think he was.

“Do you really think that?” Jack said. “Do you think I would lose interest — that I only love you — because of your body?”

“No, of course not!” Bitty said, stepping more fully into the room. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like my body could ever even compare to yours!”

“That’s not the point,” Jack said. “I love you, and I love your body, and, yeah, I think you’re hot. But that’s because you’re you. I thought you liked working out together.”

“I do, really,” Bitty said. “I just should have said that to Lindsey. It was just a joke.”

“It’s never ‘just a joke,’ Bits.” Jack leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “There’s always something behind it.”

“I know that’s what Shitty says,” Bitty said.

“But it’s true,” Jack said. “Do you really think I only love you for your body?”

“When you put it like that, no,” Bitty snorted and finally sat down.

“You do have a beautiful body,” Jack said.

“Not like yours,” Bitty said.

“I need to be strong for my career,” Jack said. “It’s not vanity. And you and I both know chances are my body will be damaged in some way by the time I’m retired. Will you love me less?”

“Of course not.” Bitty sniffed. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, but that’s not why I want you. And I know it’s your job. Until a few months ago, it was kind of my job too, if I wanted to keep my scholarship. But I don’t know how long I can keep it up, not with the job and the book and my YouTube channel.”

“I never said you had to.”

“No, not in so many words,” Bitty said. “But look at you. Look at your family. Your mom is an icon, your dad looks like he could still play. … You don’t want someone who looks like the ugly duckling.”

It was Jack’s turn to stand up.

“First, you could never be an ugly duckling,” he said. “No, first, my dad could not still play. His knees are shot. But even if he could, you wouldn’t be the ugly duckling, and I’d never make you feel that way. Neither would my parents. I don’t care if you lose all your muscle or gain 50 kilos or whatever. I was the ugly duckling — that’s what gossip magazines called me when I was a kid, and my parents always loved me because I was me. I love you because you’re you. And I’m not angry, but I guess I am a little hurt that you think I wouldn’t love you as much because you don’t have an NCAA athlete’s conditioning schedule anymore.”

“So you’re saying you’d never body-shame anyone?” Bitty asked.

“I’d hope not,” Jack said. “People come in all shapes and sizes.”

That’s what maman had told him when the other kids teased him about his weight.

“You sure about that, Mr. Eat More Protein?”

“What?” Jack sat heavily on the sofa again. “That wasn’t about you … about your body. That was about hockey.”

“About my body … me … playing hockey.”

Shit. Jack knew he’d been an asshole to Bitty when Bitty was a freshman. If he’d had any doubts, Shitty had been pretty clear on more than one occasion. But whenever he apologized, Bitty always waved it off, said it wasn’t necessary.

“Are we doing this now?” Jack asked, when he found his voice.

“What do you mean?” Bitty said.

“I mean, will you finally let me apologize for the way I acted at first?” Jack said. “It wasn’t about you —”

“You said, it was about hockey.”

“And me, and my anxiety about whether I’d ever make it.”

“And now that you have it’s all fine?”

Well, no, Jack knew his anxiety would never really be fine. But before he could say that, Bitty continued.

“I know that in your mind, it was about the team, and about you,” he said. “But what you said was about me, when I was new on the team, the smallest guy there, with Ransom and Holster calling me a fainting goat and saying they should make a play of it. But at least they acted like they liked me off the ice.”

“Do … do you think I don’t like you?” Jack asked, because this was a rabbit hole he has not expected to fall down today.

“No, of course not,” Bitty said. “I know you love me.”

Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I know you didn’t like me at the beginning,” Bitty went on. “You didn’t like me until I became an asset to the team.”

“No,” Jack said. “I mean yes, you did become an asset to the team. But that’s not when I started to like you.”

“No?”

“No. It was checking practice,” Jack said. “You hated it. You’d nearly faint if I pushed you, even when you were in full pads and I didn’t even have a helmet on. But you kept getting up, you kept showing up. You were so determined, even though it was clear that you probably should have been in therapy then. You were — you are — so strong. And then when you voted for me for captain, even after your concussion — that was so generous.”

“As if anyone else could be captain,” Bitty sniffed.

“You did pretty well,” Jack said.

“Hush, you.”

“No,” Jack said. “You need to know what an incredible person you are. I’ve told you before, I am sorry for the way I treated you. It was wrong. And I’m sorry I never realized that it might make you feel insecure about your body.”

“C’mon, Jack, we both know I don’t have the usual body type for a hockey player,” Bitty said. “Just like I wasn’t much of a football player.

“No excuses, Bits,” Jack said. “It’s good you’re getting therapy. I know I’d be in a lot worse shape without it. But please know I love you. I love your body because it’s part of you. I’ll always love your body no matter what, because it will always be part of you.”

“And I’ll love you when I have to help you off the couch, old man,” Bitty said. “Sorry for — ” he waved his hands — “all this.”

“No, I’m glad you told me,” Jack said. “You still want to go to the gym tomorrow? You don’t have too.”

“Are you crazy?” Bitty said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Or read on AO3

#zimbits #omgcheckplease #omg check please #my fic

[cuiizhu]

Helios Rising Heroes - Buddy-Buddy

Not Mark Time, Forward March! - Sage Skyfall Card Story

Sage: Huh, so you use ready-made juice instead of fresh lemons here?

Nico: Either works I think, but I want to eat it already so this is much quicker. 

Nico: Robin bought lemons and stewed the peels with them, so I think you should do the same. 

Sage: Uwaah…. I mean I’m copying Sensei’s recipe to the T, but the taste I end up with still isn’t quite right….

Sage: Your method is unique, but if it allows you to recreate a taste similar to Sensei’s pie….then this is probably the final choice….

Nico: Just a lemon? 

Nico: Anyways…how’s Licht? Is he joining us today too?

Sage: Ah, yeah. He’s currently undergoing a test over at Professor Nova’s. 

Nico: Hmm…..

Sage: Sorry for taking up your precious break, but I felt really lucky you were free. 

Nico: If you don’t mind me eating the finished pie, you’re more than welcome.  

Sage: Thank you.  Yes, now I just need to practice! So I can let Licht-kun experience my favorite taste!

Sage: I’ll challenge myself everyday until I come up with a method I’m satisfied with, so come and try it anytime! Nico! 

Nico: Yeah, I will. 

Sage: I’ll start by mastering your version. Right now it’s the closest replica to that flavor. 

Nico: Got it, I’ll teach you, then. 

----------------------------------------------------

Nico: I’m hungry…..

Sage: Sorry. For now you might just have to snack on the leftover filling and bear with it….but can I add the cinnamon powder in now? 

Nico: Yeah, but the timing isn’t all that important….(chewing noises)

Sage: The brand name makes a difference, doesn’t it? Sensei always used the same cinnamon powder. 

Nico: Yeah, it matters. 

Sage: Ah…come to think of it, do you listen to any music, Nico? 

Nico: (mid-chew)...?

Sage: I’m asking around a bunch. This is also so Licht-kun can learn about different kinds of music. 

Sage: Side note, Bianchi-san ended up being very knowledgeable on that end. 

Nico: Sounds about right. 

Sage: The songs they play while working are apparently chosen to fit the theme of whatever costume they’re working on. It’s honestly kind of impressive. 

Nico: Did you ask Jude? 

Sage: Of course! Jude knew all kinds of songs too. 

Sage: Well I had the feeling, but all the songs he listed as his favorites are the same as Bianchi’s…. I guess those two really do get along ♪

Nico: …………..

Sage: So? What about you? 

Nico: I don’t really go there.  

Sage: I see…. well, that tracks. Even when we were in the same room, the topic never really came up. 

Sage: But… I have always wondered. 

Sage: When you’re in a good mood, you sometimes hum, right? 

Nico: ……………

Sage: I was wondering if you had a favorite song, and I’d like to hear it someday. 

Nico: That is…..

Nico: When I lived in my parent’s house, there were quite a few people around me who liked music……I think the songs they used to play often linger around in my memory. 

Sage: Aah, I see! So it’s like that, huh! 

Sage: Those experiences are connected to the present. In my case, it’s the opposite to yours. 

Sage: I remember in Sensei’s house, we rarely ever played music—

Nico: Huh? 

Sage: Oop–I ended up rambling about Sensei again……

Nico: ?

Sage: No, I’ve just been thinking lately that I might talk about Sensei too much…….

Sage: I don’t really think too hard about it, and I like talking about him, but….sometimes it can be awkward for other people to hear about. 

Nico: ………….

Sage: I have to be careful when living with Licht-kun from now on. 

Nico: …..Sage, if you don’t hurry, the apples will go dry. 

Sage: Uwaah!? You’re right….!

Sage: Ah man, I need to get quicker like you…..

Nico: Speed is important, but there are times when taking it slowly is too. 

Nico: I want to eat things quickly, so I take various shortcuts, but Robin often warned me that it wouldn’t taste as good. 

Sage: …Eh?

Nico: I also learned a lot about cooking. 

Nico: We made things side by side in the kitchen like this. I didn’t know anything, but Robin taught me everything from scratch. 

Nico: Cooking is my memory with Robin. 

Sage: I see….

Nico: I think you can talk whenever you want to. 

Nico: Maybe wait and see about Licht, but you don’t have to hold back in front of us. 

Sage: Nico……..

Nico: I think it’d be more concerning if you didn’t talk about him. 

Sage: Ahaha….. well, you might be right on that…..

Sage: Yeah, I guess I’ll just stay the same for you and the others. 

Sage: ….If I could do that, I’d be really happy too. 

Nico: Yup. 

----------------------------------------------------

Sage: Here, Licht-kun. Thank you for waiting. 

Licht: Wah…..

Licht: It’s an apple pie….

Sage: I’ve had you eat it once before. I think the taste has improved since then. 

Sage: This is my favorite. I really want Licht-kun to know this taste—

Licht: The one I ate before was good though….? 

Sage: Eh……

Licht: Thank you for the food. 

Licht: …..Yup, It’s yummy today too. 

Sage: Waah….!

Sage: I’m so glad….. There’s still a lot, so eat as much as you like! 

Licht: Mhm.....

Sage: (I did it, Nico! Licht-kun liked it!!)

Sage: (I’m glad….. I’m so glad…….!) 

Sage: (Thank you so much, Nico. I’ll come see you again with lots of delicious thanks—) 

Event Story || Junior Cardsto

#helios rising heroes #cuitranslates #sage skyfall #nico #nico helios #licht #licht helios #not mark time forward march #card story

[faggotmox]

trauma magnet: all day breakfast (ch1)

rating: teen pairing: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, Claudio Castagnoli/Eddie Kingston, Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston word count: 5,044 warnings: a lot of swearing & tobacco use (cigarettes & dip), dude bro talk, dude bro behavior author’s notes: this is an AU where Mox & Eddie are an EMS crew while Bryan & Claudio run a coffee shop/bakery. ao3 link: [ one ] series masterlist: [ post ] chapter summary: The only places open at 4am are coffee shops. Eddie & Mox decide to check a place out while on the job. It has nothing to do with the fact that the barista & baker are both very hot. The EMS crew is just hungry.

“I’m--”

“Don’t fuckin’ start.” Mox declared sharply, his eyes not leaving the comic book in hand.

“There’s nothin--”

“I swear to God, Kingston, if you jinx us you’re gonna be the one in need of an ambulance. Ya hear?” Mox looked up from his reading finally to glare at Eddie from across the cab of their truck.

“Easy for you to say. You got readin’ material.” Eddie grumbled as he sunk further into the passenger seat. 

“Bro, you--” Mox sighed and slapped the comic book down in his lap. “I let you pick the music, didn’t I? Is this not a forever playlist of DMX?” 

“...It is.” Eddie gave in and sighed. “Sorry. Sorry. Go back to your fuckin’ comic.”

“Thank you.” Mox shook his head as he looked back at the color pictures but couldn’t focus anymore on the story. “God damn it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned over at his partner.

“Don’t be fuckin’ smug about it.” Mox grumbled as he got out his dip container and packed his lip. “I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie chuckled. “C’mon, I know we’re new around here but not a single call? Not even a bandaid?” 

“I’d rather be bored, my man.” Mox shifted in his seat before leaning forward against the steering wheel. “You know I’m fuckin’ superticous about this shit. Why ya keep it up? When you supposedly love me so much?”

“‘Cause I like fucking with you too much.” Eddie cackled as he smacked a pack of cigarettes against his palm.

“Wait, you gonna smoke?” Mox glared.

“Since when do you give a fuck about smokin’ in the rig?” Eddie frowned.

“Don’t give a fuck, but I just put in my dip.” Mox pouted. “You coulda said somethin’.”

“Ah! I see. I see. Well, you could quit that disgusting habit and pick up something cleaner. Like my cigarettes.” Eddie popped one stick into his mouth. “Seriously, your teeth are already…”

“Hey!” Mox leaned over to punch Eddie but the other didn’t respond much other than an ouch. “What’re you distracted by?”

“Who.” Eddie blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. “Dude, look at this hot guy. Across the street. Fifty feet tall, shaved head, beard?” 

“Oh fuck, dude.” Mox looked in the direction Eddie was looking and spotted the giant. “He is hot. What the fuck?”

“God damn.” Eddie watched the tall man closely.

The man in question stood on the sidewalk of a coffee shop and bakery with a black apron tied around his waist and a broom in hand. The clock said it was 4 in the morning which meant the coffee shop was opening. The sign above the shop window said Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery . Eddie watched the man sweep, the black t-shirt he wore with the cafe’s name on the back pulled taunt over his biceps and chest in the most perfect way. The jeans were a similar story but Eddie never minded a squeal, especially a good one. 

“Moxie.” Eddie sat up more, leaning on the dash. “Am I in love?” 

“Nah.” Mox chuckled. “You’re just hungry. I bet they have pie.” 

This time Eddie reached out and slugged Mox’s shoulder making the other howl. Mox was laughing his way through the sting when the glass door of the cafe opened up and another man stepped out. Considerably shorter, but Mox noted that he had a full head of hair. Long hair pulled up into a neat bun. A blank white t-shirt concealed hefty muscles, already there was flour on the black apron he wore. The pair exchanged words before the one in the white shirt went back inside.

“I want the short one.” Mox declared as quickly as his brain would let him.

“Fuckin’ have him. He looks annoying as fuck.” Eddie shook his head. “I got big boy.”

“Dispatch,” Mox gripped the walkie talkie on his shoulder. “This is Elite-12. We’re stepping out for breakfast. Radio’s hot. Over.”

“Confirmed, Elite-12.” The crackling voice came over the radio. “Drink some coffee for me too. Over.” 

"You got it, Orange.” Mox responded as they got out of the ambulance. “Elite-12 out.”

As they made their way across the street Mox fixed his t-shirt, tucking it back in where it came loose. Eddie flipped his FDNY cap backwards and rearranged his belt as they approached the cafe. The one Eddie called ‘big boy’ had stepped back inside while they were on their way over so Mox stopped them before the door.

“Hang on.” Mox fixed Eddie’s button up where one of the buttons had come loose. “There ya go.” 

“Always lookin’ out for me, Mox.” Eddie pushed the door open for Mox to step through first. They were greeted before the door swung shut.

“Good morning.” The one in the white t-shirt greeted them without looking up from the display case he was working on. Mox bit his lip at the slightly nasally voice. Everything about the guy read smug. 

“Welcome to our cafe.” The other man had an accent that made Eddie want to bark, and an absolutely beautiful smile to match. A much warmer personality Eddie gravitated towards. 

“Thanks.” Mox responded back automatically as he watched the man work in the display case, putting out freshly made baked goods. 

“My pal and I were wondering which one of you was Claudio.” Eddie slithered up to the counter that the man with the accent was behind. 

“Oh?” The man looked over at the one in the display case, who finally popped his head out. Like this was an ongoing thing they got.

“Which one of us do you think is Claudio?” The baker asked as he looked over the EMS crew. Eddie and Mox shared a look before looking at the taller man.

“It’s the tall one.” Eddie said at the same time as Mox spoke.

“You.” Mox gestured to the taller man.

“You’re correct.” Claudio looked a little smug. “Sorry, you do not look like a Claudio, Bryan.” He shrugged before looking at Eddie. “Paramedic Kingston?” 

“You can just call me Eddie.” Eddie smiled back, turning on the charm. “So it’s your cafe.”

“Yes, it’s my cafe.” Claudio nodded. “But it’s Bryan’s bakery.”

“Good. I thought Blackpool was a strange first name.” Mox joked but the baker, Bryan, simply rolled his eyes. “I’m Mox.”

“J. Moxley.” Bryan indicated the name printed on Mox’s department t-shirt.

“Jon Moxley, but my friends call me Mox.” Mox started looking at the pastries Bryan was putting out, his mouth was practically watering and Bryan didn’t need to know that it wasn’t really about the baked goods.

“EMT Moxley.” Bryan said definitively. “Were you looking for breakfast or just curious?” 

“You’ve been out there for quite a few hours. I can imagine you must be tired and bored.” Claudio looked Eddie over as they talked. “What kind of coffee can I get you?” 

“Something strong.” Eddie pointedly looked at Claudio’s arms when he said that.

“Something sweet or plain?” Claudio asked as he started getting the espresso ground and packed. Eddie was choosing to read into the question. Claudio was sweet, Bryan was plain, Eddie thought.

“Sweet.” Eddie winked and then started watching Claudio’s hands pack the portafilter. “Some cream too.

“I’ll fix you up, Eddie.” Claudio smiled warmly as he latched the portafilter into the machine and started it. The heavy smell of fresh coffee filled the room.

“It all looks really good actually.” Mox was actually distracted by the pastries by now. They all looked perfect, like they should be in an overly expensive shop in Manhattan or at a school. “Uh…what’s your favorite thing to make?”

Bryan blinked at the question, his eyes narrowed as he formulated his response. Before the baker could speak though the crackle of the EMS radio sounded out into the quiet cafe. Neither Mox nor Eddie reacted, but Claudio and Bryan jumped. The voice spoke grumbled nonsense that the pair seemed to understand. They made eye contact with a nod and Eddie turned his set off and Mox turned his set down a bit more and readjusted the belt he wore as bandolier.

“Is the belt standard issue?” Bryan looked at the regular leather belt. 

“He used to be a firefighter. Kinda their little trick. Makes it easier to carry and work the radios.” Eddie explained as Mox nodded along. 

“Why don’t you wear yours like that then?” Claudio asked, nodded at the radio being latched to Eddie’s belt and shoulder lapel holding the held set. 

“Eddie ain’t a firefighter.” Mox shrugged. Bryan considered Mox in a way he couldn’t read.

“Why not?” Bryan looked over Eddie.

“Are you kidding? I ain’t running into no fuckin’ burning buildings, my man. I’m not scaling tall buildings. You ever see how hard it is to put out a fuckin’ fire? Nah. That’s for the birds.” Eddie shook his head quickly, clearly displeased at the thought of being a firefighter. “Save that shit for the insane and stupidly brave.” Eddie pointed at Mox who just shrugged. “Gave me daily heart attacks when he was doin’ that shit.” 

“It was fun.” Mox responded innocently, a little smile on his face. “While it lasted at least.”

“Your life expectancy is longer.” Eddie looked over at Claudio and smirked. “Watch this. It means you can smoke more cigarettes since you’re not inhalin’ all that smoke.”

“Amen to that, brother.” Mox grinned back. “And I get to ride with you every fuckin’ day.”

"Cute. How long have you two been married?" Bryan deadpanned.

"You're mean." Mox grinned over the glass at Bryan. "I think that's hot." Bryan tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Blueberry scone." Bryan finally said.

"What?" Mox blinked at him.

"You asked for my favorite pastry to make. Today it's a blueberry scone." Bryan rolled his eyes, speaking a little slowly just to be a dick.

"Alright, asshole. Then let’s have it.." Mox grinned and then looked over at Claudio. "Can I just get a drip coffee?"

"I want that muffin." Eddie pointed one out to Bryan as he got Mox's on a plate.

"Sure." Bryan rolled his eyes at the demanding tone as he plated both pastries, handing them over to Mox above the glass. Normally Bryan walked them to the table or the boxes for to go orders went to the register. Handing things over the glass wasn't professional.

"Here you are, Mox " Claudio sat out a to-go cup of black coffee for Mox then next to it sat another cup out for Eddie. "And for you, Eddie."

"Thanks, Claudio." Eddie extended the o a little as he took his coffee. "What do we owe you?" Eddie asked as Mox took a seat at one of the nearby tables with their food.

"Don't worry about it." Claudio waved his hand dismissively but Bryan was glaring dagger at him.

"Alright, alright. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth." Eddie shrugged and took their coffees to the table.

The pair behind the counter graviated towards each other as Mox and Eddie found a seat. Claudio and Bryan stood side by side, whispering a bit as Mox and Eddie got ready to eat. The crackle of the radio sounded again.

"Elite-12. Come in." The radio on Mox's shoulder spoke.

"No." Eddie glared at Mox. "Don't. Do not answer it. We just sat down."

"Eddie." Mox shook his head.

"Elite-12, I know you're listening." The bored voice got louder as Mox turned it up. "Got a 45 year old female with chest pains." A beat. "Come on, Elite-12. It's life or death or whatever."

"This is Elite-12 responding. Over." Mox radioed back.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck this lady. Let's fuckin’ go." Eddie stood up with a huff, a look of longing cast at the food and drinks.

"Finally." Orange sighed into the radio and started repeating the address as the pair left the cafe in a hurry.

"Thanks!" Mox called out as they left.

"Come back and see us." Claudio waved, hoping his voice got to them before the door swung shut.

The pair hurried across the stress to the ambulance. The traffic stopped for them as they recklessly went into the stress. Mox was on his way to the driver's side while Eddie was able to jump right into the passage seat.

“Hang on, Eddie.” Mox jogged around the far side of the ambulance as Eddie was climbing in.

“Hang on? We gotta fuckin’ go! MOXLEY!” Eddie shouted, leaning over to throw open the door to Mox’s side. “The fuck--”

Mox was retching hard, one knee on the ground and mostly losing whatever was in his stomach. Luckily none of Bryan’s baked goods or Claudio’s coffee. Eddie groaned, hitting the lights but not sound just yet. Mox threw up a few more times, spats and then quickly got into the ambulance. 

“You gonna explain yourself?” Eddie passed Mox an old bottle of water. 

Mox was somehow weaving in and out of traffic, flipping the siren, and throwing back the water before spitting it back into the bottle. There was a heavy sigh from him before he tossed the bottle onto the floor.

“Holy fuck.” Mox shook his head. “We walked in and I knew if he saw me dippin’ he’d be fucking digusted.”

“Jon.” Eddie snapped his head to the side to stare at his friend. “Did you fuckin’ swallow your lip full of dip?”

“Yeah.” Mox said miserably. “I fuckin’ swallowed it.” 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, dude.” Eddie just stared at his friend.

“It was fuckin’ stupid. A snap decision. I don’t know why I thought that was the solution.” Mox groaned, punching the steering wheel. “Fuckin’ move!” He honked at a car that had yet to notice the emergency service vehicle. “He was just…so fuckin’ smug and god damn pretty, Eddie, I panicked.” 

“Brother.” Eddie shook his head and looked back at the road as Mox swung around the car. “I don’t even know what the fuck to say to that. Don’t do it again?”

“Sure fuckin’ bet I won’t do it again!” Mox laughed. “I might just fuckin’ give up dip now.”

“Disgusting, dude. Wait you swallowed that at the…like just as we walked in?” Eddie gagged. “You had to fuckin’ throw up that whole time? Are you okay?” 

“I think I’m good now.” Mox sighed, actually soundly still miserable as he held his stomach. “How much longer we got?” 

“Six hours. Sorry.” Eddie sighed as they double parked on the curb of a complex. “Let’s ride. Grab the lifepack, and don’t fuckin’ throw up.”

It was a very long, busy six hours and forty five minutes for Eddie and Mox. They dropped off their last patient at the nearby ER nicknamed the Butcher Shop due to the fact that the doctor that ran the night shift was named “Butcher” Williams, and the head nurse was called the Blade. They all burned some time on the clock chatting and talking shop before Eddie and Mox dragged themselves back to the EMS station.

Of course they had to do all their logging and cleaning up. By the time everything was done Mox was sleeping sitting up in the cleaned and restocked ambulance. Eddie shook his partner awake. It was a difficult task to get Mox to open his eyes.

“C’mon. We’re not sleeping here again.” Eddie urged, pulling and tugging at Mox’s arm.

“Who cares? I’m tired.” Mox grumbled as he tried to lay down on the bench seat. 

“If you get your ass up not only will I drive us, but I’ll make sad rice when we get home.” Eddie promised. He was the least tired of the two. Mox hadn’t gotten much sleep and he was always determined to be the one driving simply because he knew Eddie hated it.

“Sad rice?” Mox perked up, pushing himself up onto his elbow. “For real?”

“Yeah. I’ll make it while you shower, okay?” Eddie sighed, reaching out to ruffle Mox’s shaggy reddish brown hair. “C’mon, buddy, you deserve to sleep in your own bed. Yeah?”

“Okay. Fine.” Mox sighed as he finally got up.

They stumbled out of the back of the rig together and headed through the front office leaning on one another. While Mox had finished up the last of their duties on the ambulance Eddie had stored their bags in the truck they drove to work together. To this day Eddie wasn’t sure how they managed to live together, drive to work together, work in close quarters together, and then go back home together, but they did, and they had for a while.

“Mox, Eddie!” Excalibur called out from behind his desk, waving them back over. 

“Yo, Captain. We can’t. Sorry. I barely even got Mox walkin--”

“Would you shut up for just a second, Kingston?” Excalibur threw a pen across the small room at Taz, the lieutenant, when he snickered. “A kid from some fancy cafe delivered you guys something. Here. The crew were going to eat so I, being the good guy I am, brought it in here. Where I only had to fight off Taz.”

“You guys ain’t getting Reversed Nightinggaled, are ya?” Taz asked. “Because that’s a nice fucking breakfast.”

“What?” Mox looked at the plain white box and opened it up. There was some sort of puff pastry with cheese and meat, probably more. “Oh shit. This is from Bryan and Claudio.”

“Woah.” Eddie stared at the food in front of them. It looked incredible, delicious. Something out of a cookbook.

“We drank the coffee though. It was gonna be cold by the time you got here.” Taz shrugged. 

“That’s true. It was our fee for watching over the food.” Excalibur grinned. 

“Also no, we’re not getting fucking Nightinggaled or whatever.” Eddie went to reach in to grab some of the pastry but Mox batted his hand away.

“Wait till we get home.” Mox grunted as he closed the box. “It was a cafe we were parked across from. We sat down to eat breakfast and got a call before we could have any of it.” Mox explained as he picked up the box. 

“What cafe?” Excalibur asked. “Oh, wait. There's a card.  It was loose. Hang on.” He got up to get his uniform jacket and pulled out the card. “There.”

“Thanks.” Eddie took it. “It’s called Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery.” Eddie recited without really thinking about it, having committed the place to memory. 

“People love to give us free shit.” Taz finally tossed the pen back at Excalibur. 

“Hell yeah, they do.” Eddie grinned. “I think we’re also gonna fuck these guys. They’re hot. Well, Claudio is hot. The baker is a bitch.”

“I wish you the best of luck in that, but please don’t do it on the clock, gentlemen.” Excalibur sighed and put the pen away, clearly calling an end to his fight with Taz.

“Get yours, boys. Bakers tend to be bitches, but that’s Mox’s type, huh?” Taz grinned.

“Fuck you, Taz. How do you know anything about bakers?” Mox asked as they headed towards the door.

“The same way you’re learning about bakers, kid. Get out of here. Don’t come back. You boys look tired.” Taz shooed them off with a dismissive hand gesture.

“What he said.” Excalibur grunted. “Enjoy your days off, guys.”

“Thanks, Cap. Lou.” Eddie tipped his Yankees cap to them.

They left to Taz’s comments about baseball.

The fifteen minute drive home was too long for Mox, who slept on the window as they passed through the sunlight city. It was sometime around noon and they’d soon be home to go to bed. The radio played sport reports Eddie tried to pay attention to so he didn’t nod off between the station and their driveway. The smell of Bryan’s food was really what kept Eddie awake.

Once they pulled into the house Eddie left the truck running as he took in their bags and the food. Mox got a few minutes extra to sleep. Their yellow lab greeted Eddie at the door and followed him to and from the truck. 

“Wake up Mox, Deano. That’s a good girl.” Eddie led their dog through the driver's side door.

Deano jumped into the seat and then dropped into Mox’s lap, slowly scooting her snout under Mox’s arm and making quiet whines. Slowly Mox’s eyes opened and Deano lifted up to lick his face.

“Oh, hey, girl.” Mox grinned as he put his arms around the dog and buried his face in her neck. “I missed you. What a good girl. So sweet, wakin’ me up.”

Deano was practically Mox’s service dog at this point. They had trained her to do a few things to help Mox but she was older and already had many years under her being a search & rescue dog. Mox was definitely her human, though she loved Eddie just as much. 

“Let’s get inside.” Mox unclipped his seat belt before getting out.

They trudged inside with Eddie. They got onto the porch and Mox had to kick off his work boots. Eddie’s already gone and replaced by his slides. Their dirty uniforms were tucked into a laundry basket outside as well. None of their work clothes made it inside until they washed them and cleaned their boots on the porch. Deano patiently waited just inside the door for them. 

It was a routine they could do in their sleep which was good because they were both asleep on their feet. Eddie urged Mox to the shower as he got their food ready to eat. It didn’t take Mox long to stumble down the steps from his shower, too exhausted to even enjoy that.

“Gonna take Deano out while you shower. Then food?” Mox looked so hopeful.

“Of course, dude.” Eddie chuckled as he started up the stairs. 

Mox went to the back door to let Deano out. There was a doggie door but when they got home one or both of them would take her out, let her run around and play some fetch. They were gone so much they worked to make time for her. After all, Deano deserved it. On long shifts sometimes they left her at the station with Taz or Excalibur or Tony. Sometimes their neighbors would check on her.

“C’mon, Deano!” Mox grinned as he threw the ball and she took off at top speed for the fences to get the ball.

Mox could get lost in these moments. Simple, and easy with his dog. After the day they had. The days they have. The weight of it all sometimes hung too heavy on Mox, and he needed to ground himself in his own life. Deano had been perfect for that. He loved their dog so much. Deano darted back and happily gave him the ball, they repeated this until she decided to play with him. When Mox reached for the ball on the ground she dropped onto the ground and acted like she was going to get Mox’s hand.

“Hey!” Mox laughed and then darted out to playfully, and gently, tackle Deano.

“Ready for breakfast?” Eddie asked as he brought everything out onto the porch, freshly cleaned up and looking a little more alive. 

“Yeah. Yeah. C’mon, Deano.” Mox snapped his fingers for her to follow. Before sitting down he poured a cup of food for Deano and while she chomped he took his seat. “I’m so exhausted I feel like I’m not going to actually be able to enjoy it.”

“I feel like I’m not refine enough to know what I’m enjoyin’.” Eddie grumbled as he watched Mox cut and lift out the pastry Eddie had heated back up. “Here.” He slid a cold diet coke to Mox and took his own Sprite. 

“You thought of everything.” Mox sat back. “Here it goes.”

They both started eating. After the first bite they locked eyes and groaned as they ate the most amazing breakfast they’d ever had. Incredibly flaky and buttery, savory and cooked perfect. Mox couldn’t quite believe it was as good as it looked. Or that Bryan was running just some bakery in the city. The place had been new too. 

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to give it to him but that bitch is a fuckin’ good baker.” Eddie grumbled as he shoved more into his mouth. “Like what the fuck even is this? How is it so good?”

“I’ve never had a savory pastry before.” Mox spoke quietly as he tried to commit everything to memory. He wasn’t a food guy. Things kinda mostly tasted the same to him, or just big flavors stood out. This was subtle and perfect, prepared by someone who could taste every ingredient. “We should go back tomorrow afternoon.”

“We fuckin’ should.” Eddie looked up. “Hey, what’d the card say by the way?”

“Oh fuck. Forgot about the card.” Mox said through a mouth full of food, getting up to dart inside. The card was in his pocket in his jacket by the front door.

As he came back he opened it up, sliding the hefty fine card out of the equally elegant envelope. The paper was a coffee brown. The front had Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery beautifully handwritten across it, perfectly spaced letters in perfect swooping penmanship. It wasn’t a stamp though. When Mox opened up the letter the top portion of the card was filled with the neatly handwritten recipe on the top of the card, in the same handwriting as the front. It included everything, how much, and serving sizes. Below that was different handwriting telling them how nice it was to meet them.

“Eddie & Mox, meeting you this morning was wonderful. A nice change from the normal trickle of customers. We hope to have you back, but in the meantime enjoy Bryan’s jambon.” Mox read aloud, not totally sure how to say jambon. 

“Claudio is fucking cute.” Eddie reached over to take the letter and read it himself.

“He’s seven feet tall and jacked. Not cute. Very sexy though.” Mox chuckled as he took another bite of his food. “Bryan’s cute. I wanna watch him make his fuckin’ little pastries.”

“And eat his ass.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” Mox laughed, shaking his head. “I bet his ass is as good as his baking.”

“Please. I’m fuckin’ eatin’ here!” Eddie shook his head, dramatically pretending he could throw up. “Don’t ruin the one thing I like about the dude.”

“His ass?” Mox teased as he took the note back.

“His cooking, bitch!” Eddie had half a mind to throw his fork at Mox. “Anyways, Claudio is obviously the catch. Bryan couldn’t even write a note, just the recipe. Like we’re gonna make it ourselves, please.”

“It’s probably just his way of saying thanks. He had to make it after all.” Mox pointed out.

“Fine. Whatever.” Eddie sighed as he finished his plate, pushing it forward and then pulling out a package of cigarettes. “Wanna?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Mox was still stuffing his face, eyes glued to the careful, perfectly spaced capital letters that made up Bryan’s handwriting. The last bite of Mox’s breakfast was savored as he took the newly lit cigarette from Eddie. “We’re going to the Ranger’s game tomorrow night with Santana & Ortiz, right?”

“Yeah, we’re supposed to.” Eddie looked over at Mox, the idea transferring from Mox to Eddie without a word. “Or they could have something else to do and we could take the baker and the hot guy.”

“Exactly.” Mox grinned as he sucked down the smoke. “We’ll go sometime tomorrow and invite them.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Eddie paused. “What if they don’t like hockey?” 

“Then we give the tickets back to Santana & Ortiz and do something else with them?” Mox suggested as he got their plates together. 

“Yeah, yeah. I mean, I really wanted to go to that game.” Eddie frowned.

“Fuck off. C’mon.” Mox exhaled. “We can go any time we’re off.”

“We can also chase dick any time we’re off.” Eddie shrugged. “We kinda chase dick when we’re at work too though.”

“Think chasing dick is just our default.” Mox grinned.

“You’re right. Chasing dick, smoking sticks.” Eddie reached out to bump fists with Mox in their absolutely ridiculous manor. 

“You should be a poet, Eddie. Really.” Mox leaned back in his chair. “They’re cool. Seem cool at least.”

“Cool? Don’t know about that, but I do know I wanna fuck Claudio until he cries and I’m pretty sure he’s into the idea.” Eddie looked off into the distance, reimaging their meeting this morning. “You didn’t get close enough, but Moxie, his eyes. They’re so pretty. His smile is just…” 

“Calm down, dude. How can you even tell what he wants, Eddie? You talked to him for like five minutes.” Mox always doubted Eddie’s ability to clock a compatible partner in bed. The man could nail down someone’s sexual prefances like he was reading a list, and had done so to Mox many times. Mox still always doubted. “I just don’t get how you can clock that he wants you to fuck him until he cries from like 30 words.” 

“Well,” Eddie took a huge drawl off his cigarette. “It’s a vibe, babe. Just gotta read it. I’m putting out a vibe, he’s sending it back. I don’t know, but I’ll let you know if he’s into it when I do fuck him.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” Mox considered this for a moment. “Twenty bucks says Claudio wants to fuck you until you cry.”

“Oh, you’re on, kid.” Eddie cackled. “I’ll do ya one better. Twenty says I fuck Claudio in the described fashion, but also I bet you an additional twenty that Bryan is a fuckin’ freak who is gonna fuck you sideways.” 

“Do normal people have these kinds of conversations and shit?” Mox laughed, rubbing his forehead. “Fine, but define ‘fucks me sideways’.” 

“He looks like he does yoga. I mean, literally fuck you sideways.” Eddie stubbed out he butt of his cigarette. 

“Fine, fine. You’re on.” Mox shrugged. “Don’t know how I’m the fuckin’ normal one between us.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re anything but the normal one.” Eddie took the dishes and headed inside.

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I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 4

TITLE: I Wanna Dance with Somebody Chapter 4 PAIRING: Willard/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: Molly has just moved to Bomont with her older brother Ren after the death of their mother. Where Ren gets into trouble, Molly tries to remain invisible. That is until an awkward country boy tries to befriend her. Can Willard help her regain the confidence she lost? And more importantly, will he help her to dance again?

“Yeah. Give a little bit of gas,” Willard said as Ren revved the engine of the Bug, “Yeah. That sounds good. Cut it.”

Ren turned off the car and got out.

Woody and Willard were over helping Ren with the car while Molly tried and then failed to hide in the bedroom.

Right now she was seated on the floor of the garage, stretching.

Willard tried not to stare at her. Goddamn she was flexible.

“What’s the deal with the preacher’s daughter? She worth all that attitude?” Ren asked.

“I hear, back in the day, she used to be a goody two-shoes. Now she frontin’ like she some hellraiser. Wearing her jeans tight and everythin’,” Woody said.

“You could put a quarter in that girl’s back pocket and tell if it’s heads or tails,” Willard said.

Ren laughed.

“Why? You’re tryin’ to knock boots with her, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“Yes, you are. He is.”

“I’m just curious. I ain’t trying to bang her or take her ballroom dancing.” Ren slammed the truck of the Bug and turned to Molly. “No offense.”

She waved her hand at him dismissively.

“Well, that’d be pretty hard, being that that’s against the law,” Willard told them.

Molly’s brows furrowed as she sat up.

“What? Banging a preacher’s daughter?” Ren asked.

“Nah, public dancing’s against the law if you’re under 18 in Bomont,” Woody explained.

“Shut-up.”

Willard and Woody shared a look.

“Wait, wait, wait. Jump back. Are you kidding me? Dancing is against the law?” Ren asked.

“Yeah, man. We got laws up the poop chute around here. You know, I can’t even bring a bandana to school, because they think I’m in a gang. If my face gets all sweaty, I gotta use the back of my hand. Let me tell you somethin’. This country was built on bandanas,” Willard said.

“So…you’re tellin’ me that Bomont High doesn’t have a prom.”

“Well, you know…” Willard pulled a coke out of the fridge. “They got the Fall Ball, right? Okay, so all the churches get together and put it on. The whole town shots up and everybody’s eyes are on you to make sure you’re dancin’ at least six inches away from your girl.”

“You gotta add another two inches for me,” Woody added.

“And for one song, they make you, they make you dance with your mother. I mean, talk about a boner killer.”

“Hey, my sister’s right there!” Ren said, hitting Willard on the arm.

“Sorry, Molly.”

“The schools don’t wanna have dances on their property. They uh…they say they want to be held liable,” Woody said.

“They don’t wanna be held liable for what?” Ren asked.

“Five seniors died in a car crash coming home from a dance, and that’s when the whole town went crazy. They started blaming it on the liquor, the music, the dancing. After a while everybody started thinking dancing was a sin.”

“But we’re talking about the law, right? Not heaven and hell?”

“Yeah, take that up with Reverend Moore,” Willard said as he laid down on Ren’s weight bench.

“So you’re telling me you don’t do anything for fun around here?”

Woody smirked. “I never said that.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They pulled into the parking lot of Starlite Drive-in.

Molly didn’t think these things still existed. But apparently, it was the place to hang out in Bomont.

They got out of Ren’s car and walked into the concession stand where they met Woody and his girlfriend.

“You hungry?” Woody asked.

“Yeah. What’s good here?” Ren asked.

“We got nachos, hot dogs, hamburgers.”

“Frito pie, all the way. And if you’re a real man, you’ll eat that jalapeno,” Rusty told them.

“You want anythin’?” Willard asked Molly.

She shook her head.

“Woody! Check the door, man. Cop still here?” the cook asked.

Woody looked outside. “Five-O getting his move on. What you got for me, Uncle Claude?”

Claude pulled out a CD. “David Banner. Bootleg. Don’t get too krunk out there. First sign of the police, I’m gonna pull the plug. I don’t wanna get a fine and you don’t wanna get another ticket.”

“Wait. You got a ticket for dancing?” Ren asked.

“He got two tickets for dancing. One more and he's off the team,” Woody’s girlfriend said.

Hip-hop music started and everyone went outside.

They cheered for Woody as he danced.

Ren turned to Willard and smiled.

“Yeah dude. They get into it.”

“Hey, you. Let’s go. Come on, let’s dance,” Woody’s girlfriend said. She grabbed Ren’s hand and pulled him onto the dancefloor.

Rusty tried to get Willard to dance, but he refused.

“You wanna dance?” Willard asked Molly.

She shook her head, chewing on the cuff of her hoodie.

Willard had noticed she only did that when she was uncomfortable. “Wanna go somewhere quieter?”

She nodded.

They went inside the concession stand.

“Sure you don’t want anythin’ to eat?” Willard asked again.

Molly looked at the menu and shook her head.

Willard ordered some nachos and took her hand in his, leading her out back. He sat down at a picnic table and pushed the nachos over to Molly.

She looked at them. She was starving, but she couldn’t eat in front of Willard. She couldn’t in front of anyone. Not since her mother.

Suddenly the music cut off.

“Attention, attention, Ariel Moore. Will you please come up to the front of the diner? Your daddy is here for you.”

“Well, looks like the party’s over. Come on,” Willard said.

Willard and Molly stood up.

She grabbed the nachos Willard purchased for her and they found her brother and Woody.

“Come on. We should be getting home,” Ren said.

“I’ll get a ride with Woody,” Willard told them.

“You sure?”

Willard waved a hand at them. “Yeah. I’ll see you later. Night Molly.”

Molly watched Willard walk off with Woody before getting in the car.

“Willard pay for those?” Ren asked.

“Yeah,” Molly said softly.

“Better eat up then.”

As Ren put the car in drive, Molly took a bite of the nachos.

Later that night, she texted Willard.

Thank you for the nachos.

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[dangerousnbeautiful]

Finish What You Started

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Samantha Mayfield

Summary : Sam and Steve make dinner together, and after dinner Steve washes the dishes while thinking about a night that he gave into his desires for Sam. What happens when Sam notices that Steve is getting turned on and she teases him about it?

Warnings :  Daddy Kink, Sexual Threatening, Degradation, Forceful Oral (M), Masturbation (F), Oral (F), Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Before You Tap It Guys), and Slight Breeding Kink.

“You and food.” Sam shook her head. “Has anyone ever come between you two?” she joked. “Because I can see you marrying a pizza, but nothing else long term.” Nancy came to mind, and he shut the thought down fast, though he felt grateful for the intrusion. Yeah, he’d once put himself out there, and look at how that turned out. This fascination with Sam meant nothing. Just a hot chick with a bad ass attitude who he happened to be friends with. It was natural he’d be attracted to qualities he’d once hoped he might possess. “Nope.” He forced a grin. “Nothing beats a good pie. So, what’s for dinner tonight?”

She shook her head and sighed. “Come on. You can help me peel the sweet potatoes and chop up the onions.” He looked at her in confusion, “Wait. Those are vegetables.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes at him, “Yes, they are. You’re so smart.” He glared at her, saw her smile, and felt his palms sweat. “I can’t believe I have to work for my meal, and let me tell you something, Sam. You keep rolling your eyes like that, and one day they won’t roll back normal.” She laughed. “Whatever. Now grab a peeler and stop giving me shit.” She pointed that steel finger at him. “Fine, fine. No need for violence. Just tell me what to do.” 

Over an hour later, he felt more than satisfied. The baked chicken, noodles, and veggie mash had gone down smoothly. He’d forced himself to only take two helpings, still hungry, but sadly not for food. He wished he didn’t remember how she tasted or how right it felt to make out with her at the senior house party some of the other popular kids hosted after graduation. He hustled her out of the kitchen when she tried to do the dishes. “Go sit and look pretty. Paint your nails. Whatever you do when you’re not working.” 

“Paint my nails?” He filled a large pan with soapy water and, unable to help himself, tossed over his shoulder, “You know what I meant, Mayfield.” The way he said her last name sent a shiver down her spine, and her very presence had already started to make him horny. He braced himself against the sink, trying to get rid of the hard-on that wouldn’t quit. The thoughts of what he wanted to do to her that night popping back into his head which did not help his situation die down. It was like he wanted to die, smothered in the flames of his dirty mind and her hot body. She saw his issue and couldn’t help but smirk, “Promises, promises,” she taunted. “Oh please.” ‘Damn it, woman, I’m doing my best to keep it together.’ “As if you could handle me.” 

“I think I handled you pretty well at the senior house party.” He glanced at her, seeing her so smug and sexy. So annoyingly unfazed from the tension that was building between them. “You just had to go there.” He said with a glare as she smirked again. “You did it first. Now get busy and do my dishes, tough guy. I’m going to sit here and watch a big strong man working in my kitchen, while I think about what pattern to do on my nails next.” She snickered. Fed up with her for being so damn cute and too much to resist, he left the sink with soapy hands and dared to approach her. She narrowed her eyes on him, “Don’t even think about getting me wet.” He paused. She blinked then turned a wonderful shade of pink. 

His smile grew. “Aw, are you saying you’re already wet for me? Don’t need any help to get there?” She glared. “You wish.” Her gaze trailed down to his fly, and she swallowed audibly, not helping the situation. “You’re, um -” Steve was only human, and a guy could only take so much. “Yep. I’m rock hard for you, baby doll. You know, I haven’t had my dessert yet. I think I’m due for a piece of pie.” He pounced. She stopped him by placing her hands on his shoulders. They stared at each other, and he saw the same hunger he felt in her emerald-green gaze. “Does that mean that you’re going to eat me for dessert?” He hadn’t realized how much he’d be affected by her words, but he should have known that Sam wouldn’t play around for long. 

“Yep. Gonna lick you until you cum.” Just thinking about it hurt because he felt ready to split his pants. “Oh, okay.” She licked her lips, and he groaned. “But what about sex?” She asked softly with a hint of curiosity in her voice. “What about it?” He asked, his voice deep, obviously aroused.  “Are we going to have it?” She said biting her lip and looking up at him. “Yeah.” He blew out a breath. Her surprise turned into a naughty grin. “Oh. Interesting.” The damn woman licked her lips again. “Quit teasing me, Mayfield, I’m about to explode,” he confessed. “I’m clean, I’m huge, and I’m ready to fuck you into the ground. I want you, Sam. Now, do you have any more questions? Is this a damn debate club match or can we just get down and dirty now?” 

She frowned. “You don’t have to get testy about it.” Then she grinned and stared between his legs. “Testy. Get it? Like, your testes? Should I spell that for you, so you get the joke?” He glared at her, “I think you’re a brat in need of an intensely good long session of vigorous sexual activities. ” She smirked, “Don’t brats need spankings?” She yelped when he lifted her up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, holding her in a fireman’s carry. He’d smacked her ass twice by the time he’d made his way into her bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him. Steve saw a room filled with shades of red and black with tints of purple but held off on the inspection. Not now, when he had a warm and willing woman to plunder. Feeling decidedly sporadic,  he tossed her onto her bed and followed her down.

She huffed, but before she could say anything, he pinned her to the mattress, conscious of how much larger, and harder, he was. “Are you sure about this, Sam? I need to know that this is what you want.” He couldn’t help grinding against her when she shifted, her legs spread and cradling him in the best way. “If we do this it better not be weird between us afterwards and I mean it.” At his fervent nod, she dragged his head down to her. “About time.” He groaned and kissed her, and his world settled on nothing but the beautiful Samantha Mayfield. She smelled like some kind of incense, and it was intoxicating. Her skin was smooth, and her lips tasted like the best-crafted beer; rich and full and so damn tasty. 

She moaned into his mouth, and he squeezed her breast, not sure when he’d put his hand there. He had to touch skin and quickly moved under her shirt then palmed her, reveling in the taut nipple under the silk of her bra. He pinched her, and she shot up off the bed into him. He pulled back to see her dark cloudy gaze, and her lips ripe and red, swollen from his kiss. “Put it in me. Now.” She demanded and pushed him up to give her some space. He stared in awe as she shimmied out of her T-shirt and bra then waited, impatient. “We don’t have all night you know.” He laughed, surprised he could feel anything but all-consuming lust. “Still such a smartass.” He stared at her astounded someone could look so perfect. He caressed her, watching her face contort with pleasure and needing to be inside her in the worst way. But Steve didn’t want to rush this, not when he finally had her in his arms. 

He bent down to take her nipple into his mouth and wanted to shout with delight when she clenched her hands in his hair, urging him for more. He sucked and teased while molding her other breast and realized he’d been thrusting against her. “I need you,” he managed to say when he released her to breathe. “Take your clothes off,” she ordered. He pulled back and left the bed to disrobe, watching her do the same. They stood there, naked, just taking in the moment before reaching for each other. Steve felt her hot little hands on him, and he nearly lost it. 

“Wait, wait.” He slid her hands from his cock to his chest and tried to breathe through the out-of-control lust. “Oh, you’re so hot. No wonder everyone wants you.” she teased. “Stop it, woman. You’re killing me. I’m trying to last.” He groaned. “Only good for one round then? Not living up to the hype, Harrington.” She continued to tease. “You are so asking for it.” He shoved her down to the floor on her knees, not so gently, only to hear her laugh. She smirked and reached for his erection proceeding to fondle him. He shook, so close to climax. Then she let him go, and he let out a breath, only to stare down at her leaning towards him with parted lips. “Fuck. Baby girl, either you put that mouth on me yourself and show Daddy how good of a slut you are, or Daddy’s gonna force you to take him down your throat. Either way I’m going to cum down your pretty little throat.”

“Promise?” She said looking up at him batting her eyelashes innocently and biting her lip. He groaned and pulled her hair forcing her head back before he forced her mouth onto his cock; his eyes closing at the feeling of her hot breath over his dick. Sam palmed his balls as he forced her to take his cock all the way down her throat. The feeling was indescribable, as if she surrounded him with everlasting warmth. He forced her to bob over him repeatedly until he came so hard he saw stars. He heard himself moaning, felt the release fill her mouth, and couldn’t stop from pumping between her lips. After he could think again, he withdrew, still semi-hard and catching his breath, gripping her shoulder so as not to fall over.

 He watched her wipe her lips, first with her tongue then her finger. She stared up at him as she dragged that wet finger down her chin to her breasts, circling her nipples before continuing lower. Fed up with letting her lead him by the balls - because, Christ, she had - he lifted her in his arms and kissed her until she moaned his name. Then he placed her on the bed and spread her thighs wide, kneeling between them. “Go on baby doll, put on a show for Daddy.” Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, and her body taut, she slowly slid that hand between her legs. “That’s right. It’s your turn,” he purred, prepared to show the little brat just how much pleasure he could give her before she lost all control. “Good girl. It’s about time you followed a few orders from your superior.” He smirked then lost all sense of humor as her fingers got busy. ‘Oh, hell yeah.’ 

 Sam had never been so turned on before. Seeing Steve's pleasure, knowing she'd given it to him, had been hotter than she'd imagined sex with him would be. She, Samantha Mayfield, had made Steve Harrington tremble. ‘Go me.’ But now, with Steve ordering her around? Wanting to watch her pleasure herself? "Oh, yes," she moaned, loving the intensity with which he stared. She stroked herself, so wet and hungry for him that she didn't have to work to build her arousal. The scent and feel of him did as much to pleasure her as her fingers did. He leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, invading, retreating, then coming back. Bringing her closer to her own climax.

 He played with her breasts, and she got the feeling he loved them, because he didn't stop. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck and then her nipples. He kissed and teethed, causing her to lose her damn mind, especially when he withdrew her hand from between her legs and took her fingers in his mouth. "So fuckin' sexy," he paused to mutter before drawing them back in. His mouth over her fingers could be felt all over her body, the pull of his thick erection once again dragged over her belly. Then the stubborn man trailed down her stomach to rest his head between her legs. He inhaled and snarled. "You smell so sweet."

 "Steve... oh God." He kissed her clit, making love to it with his mouth. Sucking and licking, then using his thick fingers to stroke her folds before easing them inside her. The sensation of fullness made her light-headed, especially when he started fucking her with his fingers while feasting on her at the same time. She couldn't help being washed away by a tidal orgasm, shivering while he continued to lick. Her sensitivity grew, but he pushed past it, easing her into a deeper, fuller feeling of desire. She rocked against his face, needing more as much as she needed him to relent. But he didn't stop, and he caused her climax yet again too soon. He finally pulled away and smirked as he grabbed his cock in his hand and proceeded to stroke it. "See how big you make me, baby doll? This, this is going inside you."

 Spreading her legs wider, sitting on his heels as he knelt between them, he drew her up to him and positioned himself at her entrance. "Watch me," he growled, then slowly eased his huge shaft inside her. They stared at the sight of his sheathed cock penetrating her until he was balls deep. The fullness was incredible, his snug fit locking him inside. "Fuck, that's good," he rasped, staring down at them. Then he rubbed her clit and started pumping, the cords of his abdomen in stark relief with each push and pull.

 She quickly exploded and screamed, so lost she didn't sense him until he blanketed her body, pounding harder and faster, until he seized and groaned, pouring his release inside of her. Exhausted yet exhilarated, she stroked his arms, feeling him shake as he continued to jet inside of her. Such a big man with such a huge orgasm. She shifted under him and sighed, feeling another jolt of pleasure as he remained thick and firm inside of her. "Steve, just... wow."

 "Yeah," he said on a breath, leaning over her. His eyes appeared darker; the brown barely discernable around the wide pupils. "You sucked all the life out of me, you little brat." He moaned and leaned down to kiss her, the connection still tight. She kissed him back, stunned and starting to realize just what she had allowed to happen. But too well pleasured, she couldn't worry about it. Recriminations would come later, she was sure. For now, she'd bask in her incredible lover, wondering if he could go for a third round. Well, just as soon as she got the energy to move again.

 "Right now, breathing is about all I'm good for," he admitted, as if he could read her mind. "Um." She said softly blushing slightly. "I'll take that as an agreement." He chuckled as he closed his eyes and blew out a breath. "Fuck, you're tight. I don't want to move, but I think I need to." It didn't feel as if he'd lessened any, but when he withdrew, she could tell he'd started to soften. "Man, that's a lot of cum," he said as some of it seeped out of her. Suddenly he grinned sadistically at her in a way that made her shudder with ecstasy, "Guess that means you're gonna have my baby, sweetheart." And that's when she realizes, her eyes widening, he wasn't wearing a condom.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #joseph keery #smut #angst

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU Chapter 13

“Why the hell did I kiss him! He’s my best friend. You don’t just go around kissing your best friend!”

You hadn’t felt this embarrassed since the last time you saw him shirtless and activated your heat vision.

Boy was that awkward to explain. Even more awkward when your dad had taken you out in the field to practice heat vision on that scarecrow. Of course you’d never fully disclosed the trigger of that power.

“Come to think of it..”

The first time you’d learned your x-ray vision, it was because of Lex. You’d been curious about the present he’d gotten you for your birthday. All you could remember was looking at the wall, and everything had become visible. Including one Lex Luthor stepping out of the shower as you waited for him in the hallway.

“Crap.”

Had all your sexual fantasies been centered around Lex! You couldn’t believe it had taken this long for you to pick up on.

“Argh!!”

You needed to sleep. Maybe if you had a good nap, all the dirty thoughts would leave.

“Yeah, a nice shower and sleep should do the trick. “

It was a childish way to avoid your problems, but it was better than facing Lex right now.

“Sweetheart, are you hungry? I made some pie.”

“I’m fine mom. I’ll be in the loft if you need me.” You couldn’t sleep, because those thoughts would just consume you. Even in sleep. Walking out to the barn, you let out a heavy sigh.

“I hate this.”

When Petey was still here everything felt easier. She was someone you always knew you could confide in. All your embarrassing stories and situations. Although you’d been close with Lex, there were things, certain thoughts you could never disclose to him. Even the last month was anything to go on, both of you have gotten much closer. You grabbed your basketball from one of the shelves, bouncing it around. There was a part of you that wondered if something happened in that other reality. Lex never said anything, but everything felt different. That couldn’t have been a figment of your imagination.

“You’ll have to run faster if you want to get away from me.” You jumped at Lex’s voice.

“W-What I didn’t even hear your car pull up.”

“I was driving pretty slow.” He said with a grin. You gripped the ball in your hands, and Lex’s slipped into his pants pockets.

“Are we just going to pretend that nothing happened?”

You weren’t sure what to say, dropping the ball, you rubbed your arm. You were careful to keep at a distance.

“If you’re uncomfortable nothing has to happen. It was just a kiss. After all we’ve been through, I don’t think this would be the deciding factor of our friendship.” Lex was right. But somehow, hearing that word made your heart ache.

Friendship.

At what point did you realize you wanted more.

You moved closer, and Lex just sent you a smile. You weren’t sure how he could be so calm about the entire situation. Wasn’t his heart racing the same way yours was right now. You frown, stopping right next to him. You needed to be honest, because if there really was nothing there, you wanted to know.

“T-The first time I used my heat vision it was because of you.” You blurt out. Lex looks fairly puzzled. You just look down.

“Most of my abilities were brought on when I was scared, or someone needed help. I couldn’t stop it. It was almost instinct. B-But the others are..they’re different.” He wasn’t really sure where you were going with this, but when you finally looked at him, it clicked.

“My heat visions and x-ray, they were both triggered because of you..because of my feelings for you. There was a part of me that always thought Leo and I were meant to be. I-I’d been crushing on him since we were both kids.”

“I guess Leo is the equivalent to Clark’s Lana Lang here. “ Lex mused.

That he understood.

“But if that was the truth, why has it always been so easy for me to be with you Lex. Why am I constantly worried about you being hurt, or wanting to see you smile. I want to include you in every part of my life. Do you really not feel even an ounce of what I do..” Your eyes were pleading, and Lex felt the last of his restraint disappear.

He took one step, pulling you into a searing kiss. You squeaked, stunned at the urgency behind this kiss. Your brows furrowed, and Lex’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. You were desperately trying to match the heat he was now giving off with each staggered breath. Your hands tightened into his suit jacket. Moaning softly when his hands lifted your thighs, placing you on the table nearby. Lex didn’t seem to want to stop, and you weren’t complaining. Your hands ran down his shoulders, pushing off his jacket as he happily obliged. Discarding it easily. Lex’s lips moved to your neck, and you fought to keep it all together. Your face was no doubt every shade of red.

“I wanted it to be… your choice. I needed you..to choose me.” He muttered between kisses.

You could hardly believe it. He’d felt the same. From the sound of it, he would have let you be with someone else if that’s what made you happy. He’d willingly deprive himself of these feelings, just for you.

Lex pulled back slowly.

“You’re my destiny..”

His declaration had your heart racing at unnatural heights.

“I-I’m not a supermodel you know. I-I’m just a farm girl.”

Lex could only smile. All the parts you seem to doubt were what he thought was most attractive. It’s true that he’d dated a variety of women. But this was the first time he could truly say it was love. Not a means to fill a void, or a situation to upset his father in the past.

This is real.

Pure.

“I’ve noticed.” He left another kiss on your neck, and you did your best to hold back any more sounds.

“W-We should probably stop. W-What if my dad walks in.”

“I don’t think Jonathan Kent could dislike me anymore than he already does.” Lex was smirking, and you swallow.

“Y-You really are a playboy huh.”

He chuckles, still leaving little kisses along the base of your neck.

“For you, I guess I am.” He hums against your skin.

“So tell me, what were you thinking about when you first used your heat vision, hmm?” You weren’t sure it was possible for your face to become any brighter than it already was, but Lex proved you wrong.

“N-Nothing!!”

When Lex pulls back, he’s wearing a mischievous grin.

“Dirty girl.”

You were positive your ovaries just exploded.

“I-I need to take a shower!!”

You sped away, and Lex is still wearing a smile.

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[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“What on earth are you doing down here?” Edith asked. “You should be resting.” she said.

“I got hungry. I missed supper because I was sleeping and I never had lunch either. I was famished when I woke up,” she said taking a bite of a large dill pickle. “Do y’all want some. I’m about done and I’m going to clean up then I’m digging into that pecan pie.” She said almost drooling.

“Oh now that sounds good,” said Beth and Bob.

“Come on let’s get a piece,” Bob said.

“Oh no you don’t! Hands off the pies! I made them for the reception tomorrow!” Edith said scolding them.

“You made nothing for us?” Bobs face fell and he plopped down.

“Oh goodness gracious, would I do my family that way? I have extra pecan pie separate from all the others. Go and get it Chloe.”

Soon they were all enjoying a beautiful piece of pecan pie. Thanks to Chloe’s midnight kitchen raid they all got a midnight snack.

The girls helped Edith clean up and Bob went up to bed. As they were washing dishes Chloe told Edith about her concerns about marrying Michael.

“I love him with my whole heart but that stuff Hope told me really got into my head. I’m just nervous I guess. What if I marry him and Hope is right? What do I do if he starts on me?” Chloe asked scared at the thought. Especially after yesterday. He was close to fracturing her arm.

“Honey neither Beth nor I can tell you what to do or what’s right. And I can’t see the future so I don’t know what it holds for your marriage. I do know this, you have a lot of people who love you, but most of all the three of us love you. Now if things go bad really bad you call one of us. We’ll either come get you or me you somewhere. You will not be left alone. But you don’t know that will happen. So enjoy your day tomorrow honey.” Edith said.

“Let’s all get some rest and it will look better in the morning, come on let’s get you back to bed.” Beth said.

When Beth got her to her room, she told her good night but Chloe grabbed her hand.

“You want to come in and talk a bit on the bed. We can have our last slumber party together.” Chloe said.

“Uh, sure,” Beth said. “Let me get my phone and I’ll be right back.” Beth came back and they laid on that big fluffy bed and looked at the glowing stars on the ceiling. When Chloe was young Bob helped her put glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. She said it made her feel like she was really sleeping under the stars, under heaven and was closer to her parents in some way.

“I really wish my mom and we’re going to be here for my big day tomorrow. For my dad to walk me down the aisle. I love Bob and Edith, they just aren’t mom and dad. But they have been the greatest people to have raised me. I love them almost as much as my parents, maybe like grandparents.”

They sat in silence for a while and Chloe brought out their yearbooks. They laughed at how funny they looked and dressed back then. And to think they thought it was cool.

“Beth, do you think my fears are silly?” Chloe asked.

“No. You know how I have always felt about him, especially when he was hitting on you. You have reason to be concerned. I believe every word Hope says. Just be careful and know we are aslways there. I don’t care what time it is, call if you’re in trouble. Now let’s get some beauty sleep. Some of us need it more than others.” She laughed.

It wasn’t long and they were out. Beth was awake first. Bright and early. She quietly got up and went and showered in the other one down the hall. She didn’t want to wake her using her shower. For now Beth had on old jeans and a t shirt. First thing, grab a bite quickly and coffee. She got downstairs and found Bob and Edith already drinking coffee.

“Good morning you two. I thought I had beat everyone up since the sun is barely coming up.” Beth said.

“Oh we always get up this early. The older we get the harder it is to sleep too late.”

“What .do you have planned this morning Bob.” Beth asked

“I have to go set up the tables and such for the reception. Go pay for all of it. Make sure the carriage is at the house at time to pick her and I up.”

“Well,” Edith said, and gave him a kiss. “Off to put flowers on pews then make sure the menu is ok and will be set out at the right time. Bob don’t forget to make sure the alcohol is flowing tonight. I love you . See you in a bit. I left Chloe a note.”

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

[ghostofskywalker]

Oh I love your title celebration idea. I would love our SSR trio or Peggysous. The title is "French Fries and Pie"

thank you for the prompt!! i chose to do this with the ssr trio, i hope you enjoy it :) 

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French Fries and Pie

The sun had long since set by the time Peggy, Daniel, and Jack looked up from their stacks of files for the first time in hours. Saddled with a surprise audit from the Department of War (one that was actually following protocol and not just a tool to get them to back off a case), the three of them were stuck reorganizing all the files and finding the cases that the higher ups had asked for.

“You know, this wouldn’t be an issue if we had just done this last year,” Daniel said, trying to stifle a yawn as he stared at the stacks of files that were littered across the desks and floors of the bullpen.

Jack turned around from where he was sitting to raise his eyebrows at his friend. “With everything else that came with merging the two offices, you think this should have been added to the docket too?”

Peggy sighed, and the pile of folders around her almost obscured her presence from where Jack was sitting. “Daniel’s right,” she said. “Even if we tried to fix the filing system when everything was brought over, we would still be going through it now to find the cases they’re asking for.”

They were all silent as they went back to work, knowing that they were stuck like this until the job was done. When the New York and the Los Angeles Offices merged, the three of them technically all held the title of “chief,” or at least the agents referred to them that way. Daniel’s name was still on the door, but it was just as much Peggy and Jack’s office as it was his, and they had even done a little remodeling so they could fit all three of them in there. Unfortunately, the scale of this job was just a little too much to comfortably be done in the office, hence why they were sprawled out in the bullpen in the middle of the night.

“You know who’s fault this is?” Jack asked, cutting the silence. “Krzeminski’s. He could never file his damn paperwork right, and the New York archives were a mess!”

Peggy bit back a laugh, because she knew that he was right, and Daniel nodded before responding. “I hate to speak ill of the dead, but I think you’re right.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Jack said, closing up the file he was looking at. “I’m gonna get us something to eat.”

“Is there anything that’s still open?” Peggy asked. She was hungry too, but the clock had just struck midnight, and LA wasn’t as lively as New York was.

“I think there’s an automat a block away that might be still open,” Daniel said. “I got sandwiches there a lot while I first moved here.”

“I’ll take a look around,” Jack said. “I want a burger, what do you want?”

“That’s fine with me,” Peggy said, and Daniel nodded. “Are you getting french fries?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, do you want anything else?”

Peggy started to speak, but then shook her head. She had a lot of work to do, and they really needed to wrap as much of it up before the agents started trickling in the next morning (she had given up on hoping for any sleep tonight at this point).

As Jack left, her and Daniel went back to the piles of folders before them. Slowly, it became a little easier to see the end of their task, but it was still a Sisyphean endeavor. So when the phone rang and broke the silence, she jumped to answer it. “SSR Los Angeles, Agent Carter speaking.”

“Hey,” Jack’s voice came thorough the phone, and Peggy’s thoughts immediately took a turn for the worst. Did he get into an accident? Did something happen? “I just put the order in for food, but they said it’s going to be about 15 minutes. I was originally calling to let you know not to worry, but as I walked outside to the phone I had an idea. Do you and Sousa want to meet me here and eat? Get away from the office for a bit?”

“I don’t know,” Peggy said, looking around at the mess around her. “We still have a lot to get through.”

“Come on Marge,” Jack said. “I know you’re both losing your minds back there, and I don’t want to have to go through this again in a year because we realize we did something wrong.”

Peggy sighed in response, she knew he was right. “Fine,” she said, but in reality she was excited to get away from the looming bore of paperwork. “We’ll meet you there. And order me a slice of apple pie while you wait, will you?”

Jack laughed. “You got it. I’ll see you both in a little bit.”

Daniel looked utterly relieved at the idea of getting away for a little while, and Peggy had to admit she felt it too. And the prospect of hot food and good apple pie just added to that feeling.

- the end -

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#tori’s 2k celebration 🦀 #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #agent carter #agent carter fanfiction #ssr trio

[aliceindaisychains999]

DEMPY! We know Maddie loves to cook, and I know your stomach is never ending, so what are some of your favorite things she makes? What are your favorite dinners to share with her? Also our next double date is going to be at one of our houses I’m not having you attempting to strangle my German across the restaurant table again

First of all, HE STARTED IT! I don’t care what kind of sappy tricks he’s pulling on you. If you’re listening, Richtofen, I’d- *pauses to take a deep breath and roughly sighs* Whatever. It’s a long story… But I’d be more than happy to do a double date at one of our houses again. It’s probably for the better. Now, about her cooking. I had no idea she enjoyed so many different kind of meals! I clearly hit the jackpot when she told me what people were having in the 50s.

I saved you from jello dinners and ham and banana hollendaise!

You sure did, Maddie. *shudders at the thought of jello* Back on topic, I ended up expanding my palate with all the amazing stuff she’s made for me. You know what they say, the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.

For starters, when I was sick, she made this chicken and rice porridge for me. It’s simple and yet so savory. It’s easy on the stomach too. I always look forward to when she makes it to help me feel better or when it’s cold outside. Now that I’m in New York, I need whatever I can get to fight the kind of winters I have to put up with now.

Then, there’s this one dish she taught me about called… uh, I don’t want to be jerk and pronounce this wrong, but it’s nicknamed K-Army Stew (Budae Jijae). And man, is it awesome! And it’s got a bit of American influence too! Turns out at the end of the Korean war, U.S. Army rations were used when food was scarce. And they were able to make something really great out of a tough situation. It’s basically a spicy stew where you can add whatever you want! Maddie usually adds noodles, Chinese sausage or hotdogs (I prefer hotdogs), kimchi, mushrooms, baby bok choy and a few dumplings to top it off. Damn it, just thinking about it makes me hungry…

I also better highlight a dessert too, right? Because it’s almost Thanksgiving, I better bring up the butterscotch cinnamon pie! It’s a pudding pie but she makes it from scratch. It’s perfect. It’s sweet but not too sugary and it screams comfort food. It has the same texture of pumpkin pie, only with butterscotch and cinnamon instead. I honestly prefer it over pumpkin pie. I only worry because Maddie never looks relaxed when she bakes it.

That’s because I nearly messed it up one time when I got to the step of stirring the melted butter and brown sugar. If you stop for a second, it’ll crystalize and harden. And I don’t want to start all over again!

But you always turn out fine, right?

I don’t wanna jinx myself.

I know you won’t, cupcake. But yeah, that’s just a few to name. I’d go on about her yakisoba or the HUGE ASS T-bone steak she grilled for me but you can only fit so much. In fact, why not come over to our house for dinner? You’d be able to try for yourself! But keep the German on a leash. I don’t want him going upstairs when I’m not looking.

#ironpetals #dempy loves you #there’s a little bit of beef with these two compared to primis #not the beef I’d try serving for dinner #the only thing Dempsey will never like is seafood #also can someone please explain that inside joke #about how marines eat crayons #i dont get it still #dempsey wouldn’t dine on crayola would he? #crayon brand tier list?

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Dragon & The Winter Rose [2/?]

Pairing: Berena Stark/Maekar Targaryen Rating: T Summary: I know this is very sudden, but I do know a great place. If you’re busy, no hard feelings. Words: 1263 Notes: Modern Westeros

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Maekar is not quite glaring at the paperwork, but it is a near thing.

Aerys’ and Bloodraven’s plans have him near his wits end. He’s not entirely sure if he ought to smash their heads together, because he can’t quit. Stepping down would only cause more trouble, all of his children were underage and he was bloody sure he would not be having Bloodraven as regent. Over his dead body.

And so, he carries on. Every dutiful, ever faithful.

He can feel a headache coming in, and to be frank, he’s quite hungry. He leans back into his chair, closes his eyes and breathes deeply, exhaling slowly to try and calm down. But his stomach grumbles and he’s about to scowl, when his phone pings with a new text. He opens his eyes and looks, Lady Berena Stark.

He had given her his number after Aerys’ party, she had been funny in her own way and she did not seemed offended by his slight standoffish nature.

It was an invitation for lunch. I know this is very sudden, but I do know a great place. If you’re busy, no hard feelings.

He weighted his options and decided that, what harm could there be? So he replies that he is free now.

Lady Berena’s text comes quick, The Silver Shield Tavern, meet me there.

He texts a quick, on my way, takes his jacket and makes his way there. He’s surprised that she can walk in to The Silver Shield, that place is always booked and full, and you cannot have a table there unless someone cancels or doesn’t show up. Such a curious thing. He makes his way quickly, his stomach rumbling and he is eager to eat, he has – apparently – a ravenous hunger.

He finds Lady Berena standing near the door, she’s dressed stylishly in black slacks and a gray blouse. Sunglasses on and a purse under her arm. She smiles when she spots him. “I’m glad you accepted, Maekar.”

He takes her offered hand, “I will admit I am curious about this place. And the company is a welcomed one.”

Her smile grows, “And who says Maekar Targaryen doesn’t know how to flatter a lady? Come, you will love this place.” Lady Berena says and walks in, she looks at the doorman and says, “Stark. Table for two please.”

The doorman nods, “Please follow me,” and takes them to a corner. “A server will be with you in a moment.”

He looks around curiously. The tavern is old, a lot older than what he had thought. The decorations consist of simple blue walls and portraits of the tavern at different stages, also of patrons past and present. But what really calls his attention is this, the emblems of several families hang from above the bar area and he does not spot the Targaryen one. “This is different.”

Lady Berena, who it seems can read his mind, answers with, “The tables are passed down from generation to generation. This tavern was built by several houses, and they always give priority to those. A bit unfair, I will admit, but it is a nice and cozy place to eat when you really don’t want to be bothered.”

“Now, that is unfair.” He agrees.

Lady Berena gives him a look, “I will see what I can do for you to have a table. Not even King Aerys would enter here if he came without a reservation, much less Lord Brynden.”

That sounds great to him. He’s about to speak when the waiter comes with two glasses of water and the menu. Promises to come back in a few moments.

Lady Berena gives the menu a once over and sets it aside. He inspects it carefully, “What would you recommend?” He asks her.

“Get the steak and ale pie,” Lady Berena says without hesitation. “That is absolutely divine. Secret recipe and one I have not been able to harangue out of the chef.”

“Very well, you do know the menu better than I do.”

The waiter comes, takes their order (Lady Berena goes for the chicken pot pie) and leaves them alone. Only to return with their drinks. A dark beer for him, a glass of wine for her.

“Tell me about this place?” He asks. He is genuinely curious about the tavern. Oh, he has heard about it. But it is mostly shrouded in secrecy. He had planned on making a reservation when he had heard Bloodraven complaining of being unable to eat there without a reservation and he had rolled his eyes. He was sure that now Bloodraven thought the place sympathetic to the Blackfyre cause.

“Oh, well. It started about one hundred and fifty years ago. The owner was a second son of Lord Cerwyn who wanted a quiet place to eat. One that was exclusive to people of discretion. But he had no founds, and when he asked several Lords and those who gave money, got a table for six open for them at all time. And the reason he asked several Lords is,” Lady Berena leaned forward to whisper, “that there is a secret floor above this one. So, when you really don’t want to be seen.”

His brows shot upward just as the food comes. And his mouth water and his stomach rumbles loudly. A flush makes it to his face, but Lady Berena waves her hand, “It does smell delicious,” he says of the pie. “And the secret room sounds…”

“Like it would worry Bloodraven?” Lady Berena gives him a knowing grin, then takes a bite of her pie. She washes it down with her wine.

He follows her example with the pie and… Lady Berena is right. It is absolutely divine. The meat melts in his mouth and the stew is thick and rich and oh-so decadent! “Good Gods, this is the best steak and ale pie that I have ever eaten.” He says and drinks his beer, “And yes on the Bloodraven count.”

“Then, you have nothing to worry about,” Lady Berena replies. “This place is for rest, not to plot overthrowing the crown. Rest easy.”

“It is not me who you need to convince.”

“Oh I know, Lord Bloodraven seems quite paranoid of the Blackfyres.” Then Lady Berena’s face twisted. “Enough to forget other things.”

He takes a large gulp of his beer, he knows what she means. “He has a personal vendetta. Not that I agree with him, in fact I…”

“Did your best to help us. We know.” Lady Berena reassures him. “My father’s anger is reserved for your brother and Lord Bloodraven, we know you did what you could.”

“Thank you, Lady Berena.”

“Just being truthful.”

They continue to eat and exchange stories. And he discovers that Lady Berena has a sharp wit to her that he finds charming. She is kind and understanding, but with a mind for the practical and for improvements of her people’s lives. To the point that he is now thinking on giving her a spot in his cabinet.

They finish their meals and they make plans to meet again in a week (the earliest possible for him) in the same spot. And before they part ways, Lady Berena smiles at him and says, “Maekar, please call me Berena.”

A corner of his mouth twitches upwards, “Very well, Berena.”

La – Berena smiles at him and walks away.

He watches her go for a bit, then makes his own way back to the palace with a quiet sense of peace he had not felt in a long time.

#berena x maekar #maekar x berena #berena stark #maekar targaryen #pre asoiaf #pre asoiaf fic #au: modern westeros #multipart: the dragon and the winter rose