#not me still trying to tag you as glitter-and-popcorn

[opluffys]

Make Do-

posted this first to my archive, luffys. pls let me know if there are any errors or it copied weird, it happens sometimes. pls enjoy!! :)

tags- slight angst, face-sitting, size kink, edging, desk sex, oral (giving and receiving), breeding kink, fem reader.

5.7k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-smut/nsfw-

You laid on the cushioned silk of your sofa, eyes boring into whatever uninspiring movie it was this time. One of your hands preoccupied with a glass of wine, just one, you'd repeat to yourself. Only to find that the bottle was empty when you moved for another refill.

He wouldn't like it if he knew you were drinking this much.

You nearly laughed in response to your very own thoughts, roughly grabbing a handful of flavoured popcorn to shove in your face, anything to be a distraction to that glittering rock on your finger. Anything to be a distraction of him.

Quickly realising such a thing was utterly futile, you spun the gold band that fit snug on your finger, it was perfect. You could never deny such a thing, it was beautiful, as was your wedding. But you tried to see everything through rose-tinted glasses, attempting to paint your unhappy situation as best as you possibly could.

He was supposed to be coming home today, he was supposed to be here already. You were used to him being late, hell, used to being alone at this point. Used to the bed being cold on one side, to his scent fading over his pillow, his clothes, everything.

It fucking killed you.

You heard that familiar lock turning, and the first few times you would run to the door and swing it open before he could even finish unlocking it. Pulling him into the flat you both lived in and lifting his balaclava before pushing his lips into yours. Feeling him push you against the wall and eventually fucking you into it.

Now, you just reached for your glass and downed it. Not quick enough, you heard him walk in, not bothering to even greet him anymore.

"You're awake," His voice was gravelly, worn out.

"You're alive." You countered, eyes still glued to the television screen, expression souring at the sex scene unfolding before your eyes.

"You don't sound too happy about that."

You scoffed, taking the remote in your hand and turning off the television. You sat up from your previous relaxed pose, finally turning to look at him. "What do you want me to say, Simon?" You asked, your eyes meeting as he kicked off his shoes, making a move to be near you.

"You know how it is, being married to someone serving. It's hard, love." He sighed, trying to explain to you even though you've heard it a million times. You knew that he was observing how you had drank excessively tonight. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You stood up from your seat, making your way over to where his large and impressive frame stood. He attempted to close the gap between you two, but you took the initiative first. Your soft hands reached out to his covered face, feeling him lean into your caring touch. The man was touch-starved, you knew that, he knew that. "I'm tired of waking up to nobody in the morning. I'm so damn tired." You shakily sighed, hands about to drop to your side before being engulfed by his larger ones.

You looked into his eyes once more, his hands lightly squeezing yours. His gaze held anguish, exhaustion, and so much more that you'd never know. You removed yourself from his grasp, turning to your 'shared' room without looking back at him.

"Goodnight, Simon."

•

You woke up to a pleasant warmth beside you, a true scarcity. Despite your angered mood, you leaned into him, his arm that was snaked around your smaller frame tightening around you gently. You stared at his exposed face, so at peace and tranquil. You moved from his grip to push a light and loving kiss against his soft lips. A surprised squeak left you as you felt his strong arms wrap around you and push you on your back, his pretty face taking your lips into a harsh and needy kiss.

"Here I was thinking that you were mad at me." He groaned, pushing his hard-on into your clothed heat.

"Oh, I am," You laughed, bringing him closer against you, "but I missed how you fuck me. So good, so deep," You purred, feeling him borderline growl against you lowly, his as well as your hips grinding into one another.

"Careful darlin'. I'm back for only a few days, you want to spend them unable to walk?" He bit your neck lightly, suckling at the skin and causing you to whimper against him. Your body arching towards him, basically begging for him.

Then, your mind processed what he had just said.

You pushed the man off of you, fury bubbling up deep within you. "A few fucking days?" You sneered, the throbbing in your legs pleading for you to forget about it. To just appreciate what time you had with him, and to just get pounded into the fucking mattress already.

"You've been gone for months, and you're here for, oh, what is it this time?" You laughed, turning towards him, "I wasn't expecting the absolute pleasure of being with my fucking husband for two, or oh, even better, three days?!" You mocked, looking into his cold gaze, clearly angered about leaving him in such a state.

You felt your heart squeeze, fuck, it hurt so damn bad, it really did. You missed him so much, you couldn't handle not being able to talk to him, to touch him, to do literally fucking anything with him.

You were aware it wasn't his fault. He knew that you had known.

Though, such a realisation hadn't made the wound on your marriage heal any better.

•

The days in which Simon had spent with you were forbidding. You found it to be better if you were just alone, and yet, you both continued to share the same bed.

You both would argue, mainly about stupid shit. He didn't miss how you'd cower back when he'd yell, when his usually calm voice would get unreasonably angered at such an idiotic thing. You didn't miss how his entire demeanour would change when you practically guilt tripped him about leaving his, 'poor little wife', all alone for majority of the year.

Your rose-tinted glasses couldn't keep up with this, no. Not this level of unhappiness and doubt. You really had loved him, and he loved you. It was obvious in how he trusted you with so many things, secrets that others would never be graced to hear, and vice versa.

You both desperately wanted to apologise.

But that would be too easy.

•

The final day of your husband being with you had rolled around, and you didn't hide your anguish at this. The both of you would still have mindless quarrels, at which you'd turn to your side and silently weep into the night. Feeling his arm wrap around you and try to comfort you.

Despite how you were 'mad' at him, you continued to stick by his side these couple of days he was with you. No matter what, he was your husband, and you loved him. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but as was marriage, it was never a stagnant good or bad.

You laid in the large and plush mattress of your bed, watching Simon pack his things. Your expression blank as the both of you had spent this off time of his idiotically. You just couldn't let things go, could you?

You heard a deep sigh come from him as he sat next to you on the bed, his large figure slightly slouched in exhaustion. His shirt had been ditched, your eyes tracing the deep purple blooms that riddled his wide and muscled back. You had fallen for every single blemish on him. You began to reminisce on how he'd melt into your featherlight touches when you'd press your fingers deep into his skin, hearing him groan in appreciation.

You turned to your side and heard Simon lay next to you, getting under the duvet and feeling his arms wrap around you. Closing your eyes, you wanted to sob, not being able to see your love for weeks or months had taken a clear toll on not just you, but your marriage as well.

As you were lost in your own thoughts, you began to hear that familiar and dear sound of Simon's light snores, his arms weight becoming limp above you. You smiled at this, missing such a unique feeling.

While attempting to fall asleep, you couldn't for the life of you ignore the throbbing between your legs, his scent being back in full throttle nearly had you whimpering. You took a shaky hand to rub your slick pussy through your panties, biting your lip to ensure you didn't disturb him.

Your hips, however, had a mind of their own, attempting to grind against your palm and get more friction. Something that you had desired, though you knew your hand would never be enough, not after what Simon had put you through.

Nevertheless, you continued to massage your swollen clit, dipping beneath your panties and swiping along your folds. Your eyes screwed shut as you continued to pleasure yourself, selfishly pursuing your own orgasm.

Then, you had felt a powerful set of arms yank your hips backwards, somehow not taking note of the loss of warmth that snaked around you.

"Fuckin' impatient."

"Can you blame me? I don't know when I'll be seeing you next." You laughed, turning to view him and grind your own arousal against his, quickly feeling his erection press against you.

"Can feel how wet you are already," To emphasise his point, his big and calloused fingers brushed against your heat, making you whimper lowly. "wonder what you were thinking about."

"You." A breathless moan as you felt him plunge in two digits deep inside. He groaned, clearly pleased at your response. His fingers pushed deeper into your gummy walls, curling his fingers into that spongey spot that only he could hit with unknown precision.

You quickly felt your high approaching, characterised by the way your moans became more attuned to his movements. How your body jerked and twitched in response to every single thing he would do to you, no matter how insignificant.

You cried out his name, grinding yourself down onto his fingers pathetically, tears collecting in your eyes as you were so damn close.

Until nothing.

He removed himself from you, watching how your expression was so serene, then turned enraged when you realised what he had done.

"You haven't earned it, darlin'." You saw a wicked grin pull at his lips, his eyes full of lust and his own body begging for release.

You whined in response, attempting to push your hips down against his muscled physique to get a taste of any delicious and desirable friction. But of course, to no avail, his grasp on you was ironclad, and so was his lecherous gaze.

"Up and on your knees." He commanded, assisting you onto your shaky legs, tossing a pillow onto the ground where you'd be kneeling.

"How thoughtful." You giggled, your ruined mind forgetting about your arguments, it was all stupid, anyway.

"Just for you." His eye contact hadn't broke from you, instead bringing you close to him and into soft lip-lock.

Once you were settled down in your position, you looked up at him through a lidded gaze, his own stare holding pure and unadulterated love for you. Your face holding a warm heat as you remembered that this was the man you had fallen for, who had shown you a side of himself that nobody else would be lucky enough to know.

Your eyes settled on his perceptible bulge, and your hands hurried to pull his pyjama bottoms down. Seeing his cock spring out and bump against his bare abs. You almost began to drool as your small hands couldn't even wrap around his girth. Leaning closer to his cock as you parted your lips to give the swollen and red tip a quick kiss, before swirling your tongue over his slit. You scandalously mewled when you tasted him, slowly pushing him deeper inside of you, fuelled by his deep groans.

Your lips stretched around his length, tears quickly threatening to spill as his tip hit the back of your throat. His smell, his taste, just all of him drove you absolutely mad with want, feeling intoxicated beyond the point of saving. You fared to meet his lidded stare, his mouth agape slightly, small pants leaving him as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You had taken a slow and appreciative pace, just admiring the feeling of something so big and warm in your mouth. Hearing his sounds was only a plus to such a thing.

Your freehand reached out to run over the dips and divots of his muscled frame, feeling as well as seeing him twitch in response to such a soft and tender touch. Even after all of these years, he wasn't used to someone actually being able to love him. Love shouldn't be available for people like him, for people who had done such things as awful and twisted as he had, albeit for the right reasons.

His hands were one of the worst parts of him in his own eyes. They were the things that killed, the things that ended and destroyed. He would stare into the eyes of those who had their lives draining out of them as a crimson snake, drinking in their level of fear. How his hands were not a permanent red, he had no clue.

But you adored his hands. Holding them, they were so pleasantly warm, so much bigger than yours. Tracing over his knuckles and scars that littered his skin, he thought of such a thing to be disgusting. You thought of such a thing to bandage and heal. That's when he knew that he was gone, falling for you, because you had seen him as a human. Something of which that he had stopped seeing long ago.

"I love you." He blurted, sounding strained and low as your hot mouth was still over him, tight throat squeezing him. Those three words meant so much more, they meant I'm sorry, you deserve better.

You briefly took him out of your mouth, your expression softening over his own. "I know, I love you too." Your own apology was laced and sewn into these words, no, I deserve you.

He pulled you up onto his lap, momentarily connecting your forehead to his own. Your nose brushed against his softly, your lips ghosting against his before pressing them against each other. The kiss was hot, setting your insides ablaze with the feeling of deification from the man in front of you.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails slightly biting into the taut skin. Your lips continued to mould against his, tongues intertwined together as you felt his large and scarred hands roam around your body, attempting to memorise your curves and how soft you were. His hands settled on the fat of your hips, squeezing the squishy flesh as you moaned into the heated kiss, body twitching and subconsciously moving closer to him.

You separated from the steamy kiss, resting your forehead on his shoulder while panting lightly.

"I've been thinkin' of something to ask you, love. You'll be a good girl and give me a nice going away present, yeah?" He whispered, tone low with desire. You felt a squeeze on your heart, clearly impacted at his words, you didn't want him to leave. Nonetheless, you offered him a hum as a reply, still catching your breath.

"Sit on my face."

The way he had said it had you reeling, your heart stopping it's rhythmic beats as you sat still, pondering his ask. What if you were too heavy? Or what if you sat on him in a way that-

"C'mon now, I need an answer." His hands continued to roam around your body, drawing small shapes on the small of your back.

"I'll suffocate you," You began, not giving him an opportunity to answer you just yet "and it won't be an accident." You smiled, unbeknownst to him of course.

He chuckled, the deep rumble in his chest felt by you, making you press against him even closer, "It'll be the best way to go."

Of course he would say such a thing, he always had such a fucking cheeky response to anything you had said. You were keen to shut him up at last, his skilled tongue flat against your eager cunt would just be a bonus.

Seeming to be pleased with your answer, he laid on his back with you in your lap, watching you move towards him with lidded eyes. You kneeled near his face, placing one knee on each side of him as you shimmied closer to him. With a shaky breath, you began to lower yourself just barely, your needy clit brushing against his nose causing you to bite back a whimper.

You felt his bulky arms and hands hook under the meat of your thighs, "I said sit, didn't I?" He brought you down onto him until you were actually seated on him. "There we go, love. That's sitting, I don't want you hovering over me." He chuckled, hands squeezing the fat of your hip teasingly.

"Oh, fuck off." You rolled your eyes, about to bicker with him more until you felt his hot tongue lick your slick folds. Catching you slightly off guard, a shaky mewl leaving your agape lips. You looked down at him to see he was already staring right at you without ceasing his attention on your cunt. Your hand threaded through his hair and gave a light yank, hearing him groan in response. His hand kneaded the curve of your ass as his mouth continued to lick you, admiring your taste as if it were the best thing he has ever had in his mouth.

"Oh, Simon..." You moaned, back arching as you felt his skilled muscle push into your folds while his nose bumped against your clit. It had your mind feeling hazy, while the lewd sound of his tongue ravishing your wet pussy filled the room. Your hands continued to weave through his soft strands, pulling and tugging the tendrils as you felt his tongue press against your leaking heat. Just his mouth alone had you crying out for him, not even bothering to use his fingers, not needing to. He knew how you had worked, playing you as if you were the finest instrument, strumming you with deft hands and hearing you sing beautifully in response.

He then finally gave attention to your throbbing clit, lips enclosing around the nub and sucking. It was a fine and blurred line between pleasure and pain, but oh, it had you screaming and grabbing onto the headboard of the bed for dear life. You felt like passing out as the slight pressure of his lips paired with his tongue softly stroking your clit had you begging him for more, begging him not to stop because you were so fucking close.

You sobbed his name, your toes curling and thighs squeezing around your husband so tightly, you were sure he couldn't breathe properly. Just one brush against him, anything, would've had you netting your orgasm at last.

As you had let out a desperate mewl, a message to him of how close you were, he had stopped. Looking up at you with a wide grin on his slicked up face, eyes glimmering with want.

"No, please, I need it..." You panted, holding eye contact with him as your chest heaved in exhaustion.

"I don't think so, sweetheart." He laughed, teasing your wet heat with a quick lick, having you nearly scream.

"I'll fucking divorce your ass." You growled, trying your hardest to grind down on his stupid fucking face, stopped by his bulky arms.

He chuckled lowly, eyes closing as his lashes fell onto his cheeks, "You can't ever find someone who'd fuck you like me." He responded, voice gravelly and an octave deeper than usual. It had your pussy clench over nothing, thighs tightening over his face, his hands having to push them apart. Internally, he questioned if you were actually trying to kill him...

You groaned quietly at his words, realising that he was indeed, correct. Although your first time together almost had you bed-bound for an entire week, he was the only man who would have you having multiple orgasms in a single night.

"So won't you make me happy? Please, Simon..?" You begged, gyrating your hips against him slowly, surprised that he allowed you to move above him. He responded with licking a long stripe against you, having you shiver, feeling your high slam back into you with full force.

Quickly noticing that he wasn't making a move to make you finish, you groaned, filled with frustration. This entire night he had continued to edge you, just one push away, just a single fucking crumb of friction would've had you screaming his name to the stars.

He hummed, seeming to be delighted with your exasperation and anger. "Alright, get up." He sighed, waiting for you to move off of him with clear chagrin etched on your features. Once you were seated next to him on the shared mattress, he sat up from his relaxed pose, stretching while you had watched his muscles flex. He silently walked out of the room, awaiting you to follow him. Scoffing as you shakily stood, you left the master bedroom and saw the open door of the spare bedroom.

He had stood behind the lone desk in the small and cramped room, supposed to be a study for him, but ultimately never being used. Your expression was puzzled, wondering why he had taken you here instead of fucking you deep into the mattress.

"Do you remember my promise to you?" He asked, motioning you closer with a lithe finger, feeling your legs carry you forward before your mind had been made up.

"No, remind me." You lied, now knowing why he had brought you here.

"You know I don't like liars." He hummed lowly, taking your chin in his hand to look into his cold gaze. How this man had continued to read you like an open book never failed to amaze you, such a thing becoming somewhat problematic at times, though.

"Be my good little wife and tell the truth, will you?"

This had you tearing your eyes away from him, for a moment, suddenly and briefly becoming shy at his words. You felt an uncomfortable heat settle on your cheeks, your gaze wandering around the room.

"How about you show me," you bent yourself over the wooden desk, pushing your hips back into his arousal. You smiled at his deep groan, feeling his large hands knead the flesh of your ass, giving it a harsh smack while he had watched it recoil in response. He spread your thighs to accommodate his large stance.

You gasped in surprise when you felt his warm tip press flush against your leaking pussy. You attempted to press your hips back, to finally just feel him inside of you. "So needy." He mumbled, large hands continuing to squeeze and squish your curves.

You whined against the expensive mahogany of the desk, your leg exhibiting unwanted twitches. "Let me hear that lovely voice of yours beg for me." He grunted, pushing just his swollen tip inside your heat, having you stifle a sob.

"Please." You mumbled, just wanting to get utterly destroyed by him.

"That wasn't convincing at all," He chuckled quietly, shaking his head slowly. "I know you can do better than that, darlin'."

"Please, Simon... I need it, I want to feel you, please, just fuck me." You babbled, starting to blab an incoherent string of words, already cock-drunk off of teasing.

"Good fucking girl." He groaned, pushing into you and stretching you open inch by agonising inch. You somehow got wetter at his words, your insides squeezing him impossibly tight.

"Ease up and let me in, love." He grunted, massaging your hip with calloused hands, a meek whimper leaving your agape mouth.

You tried to relax your buzzed nerves, attempting to stop holding him so tightly and ultimately not letting bottom out in you. You cried as Simon slowly rubbed your overworked clit, after being edged all evening, you could've finished by a gust of wind.

"Still so tight for me. You were made for me, weren't you?" He said, accented voice low and saccharine, hidden reverence in his tone. You mumbled out a hushed 'yes,' almost unheard by the keen man above you.

Pushing you deeper into the desk, your smaller hands gripped the edges of the wood with purchase, knuckles blanching while you sobbed beneath him. His bigger hand reached and pressed against your abdomen, essentially grinding your insides down onto his thick cock. You nearly screamed, your hips meeting his own as he set a brutal pace, his fat cock pressing a kiss against your womb with every rough thrust.

He took your hands from the desk and held them behind you, catching both of your wrists in just a sole hand. Pinning your wrists against his gentle yet harsh hold, enabling him to bend and fuck you at his will. You wouldn't tell him this due to your ego, but you absolutely adored when he took you from the back like this, holding your hands back and claiming you as his.

"You're so deep," You cried, stringing words along pathetically, mismatching your thoughts with your words. "feels so good." You mewled against the wood of the desk, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt his veiny cock drag against your walls deliciously, paired with the feeling of his big and warm hand pressed hard against your abdomen.

"Fuck," He threw his head back, pushing himself in your warm pussy until he was snug against your cervix, "you're squeezing me so tight." He groaned, big and rough hand moving from your abdomen to give another glaring slap to your ass, your cries only spurring him on.

He buried his cock until he bottomed out inside of your gummy walls, holding his position there. He leaned over you, his hard and toned muscles meeting your softer back. He pressed a chaste kiss against your shoulder, feeling you shudder against him. "You always take me so well." He whispered, continuing to litter kisses all over your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting the sensitive skin to leave a mark, to claim you even if you were already his. You couldn't find it in yourself to respond to him with words, instead whining out to him, wanting Simon to continue his unrelenting pace on your wanting body.

"Can't talk anymore? Fucked you so good that you can't think straight?" You nodded, tears tracking down your warm cheeks as drool had left your opened mouth. You heard him snicker quietly at your frazzled state, his bigger hand kneading the bruising skin of your ass.

You desperately craved friction, to continue feeling his cock wreck your insides just right, fucking perfect. But you had nearly sobbed when you felt him pull out of your wet heat slowly, no doubt to tease your buzzed nerves. Your insides hugging his length and trying to drag him deeper, a weak cry to stay in you.

Feeling utterly empty, you cried out to him, sounding something along the lines of 'put it back', but ultimately being lost to the both of you.

He hoisted you up on the desk, getting an opportunity to look directly at you, his eyes tracking every dip and curve of your body. "You're a fuckin' mess." He laughed, pressing a loving kiss against your cheek, feeling his stubble tickle your supple skin, bringing a tired smile on your face.

He returned to his full posture, towering over your sitting figure, and his stare met your teary one. "Don't worry, love. I'll let you finish," He met your plump lips in a messy and open mouthed kiss, tongues pressed against one another, your dainty hands reaching to push him closer to you. "in due time. Behave, I know you will." He purred, admiration lacing his low tone while he wiped away stray tears. You couldn't do anything else but nod slowly, to oblige to him, to obey.

Bringing his hand onto your waist, his free hand grabbed onto his twitching and eager cock, wanting to be buried back into your heat almost as much as you. Pushing in slowly, his eyes were glued to how your pussy meekly tried to accommodate his large size, and how he had remembered your visceral fear of taking him for the very first time.

"Greedy." He grunted, feeling himself grow irritated with the slow teasing and slow pace that he himself carried out. He felt that break away slowly, the primal urge to just fuck you until you couldn't stand taking over.

One of your hands clawed at his back, leaving deep crescent moons that would vanish as time carried on. Your other threaded through his soft tendrils, pulling at his hair as you felt his cock-head push into you. The new angle felt more intimate between you two, bodies intertwined together as the both of you expressed love in the most animalistic and vital way possible.

Feeling him finally slam into you, his forehead rested against you. The both of your moans and whines being mixed together, lips catching into random lip-lock while his thrusts would rock you back and forth.

"So good." You whimpered, your pussy clamping onto his cock while feeling him absolutely ravage you. He seemed somewhat taken aback that you were able to find your words, of course, other than repeating his name like a mantra.

His rhythm was brutal and unfaltering, with every thrust you were able to feel his thick and girthy cock brush and press against that spot that had your back arching- your eyes screwing shut and screaming out to emphasise just how good Simon made you feel.

You've been holding out for as long as you possibly could've. However, once you finally felt that wonderful pressure slowly rid in you, you knew that you couldn't hold your orgasm back any longer. Your hands brought your husband closer to you as you nothing short of screamed his name, legs encircling his wide build as your liquids jetted over his cock, making a mess over him as well as his desk.

He watched you come undone slowly, like pulling a thread while you had lightly spasmed, feeling him assist you in riding out your orgasm. You whined lowly as you felt him start his rough pace, overshot nerves protesting his onslaught of your body.

You felt him twitch inside of you, knowing that he must be close by now, the both of you losing track of time. Your insides clamped down on his cock, able to feel every prominent vein against you. His low and deep sounds making you subconsciously wish for him to fuck you all night, overstimulation be damned.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you," He groaned, both of his hands attached to your waist while he rammed into you over and over. "let everyone know you're mine." He growled, feeling your cunt flutter around him at his filthy words. You weren't aware that he had a thing about breeding, but fuck, now you might too.

"You want that?" He grunted, taking your chin in hand, forcing you to look up at him. "More than anything." You whispered, bringing him into another searing and breathtaking kiss, feeling him bury himself to the hilt one last time before painting your insides with the prettiest of white. A delicious groan leaving him, separating from the kiss as his hips stuttered against you, pumping his seed deep inside of you, making sure you kept every drop he offered you.

The both of you stayed still, limbs entangled together while each of you had started to come down from your orgasms. You felt him soften inside of you, cursing lowly when he pulled out of you slowly, his eyes watching how your abused hole started to leak his cum slowly. He had to resist the urge to fuck it back into you.

As you had come down from cloud nine, you sighed blissfully, knowing that you'd feel incredibly sore when morning had rolled around.

"You know that I'm not on birth control now, right?" You mumbled, looking at him while you noticed a sly smile on his features. "I meant every word, love." He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss against your bruising lips.

You couldn't hide your own smile, turning away from him as you felt a new sense of love blossom within you. You hadn't really thought of ever having children with Simon, but now that he had expressed that he was interested, you didn't realise how much you had actually liked the idea.

"Want a bath then?" He asked, stroking your cheek adoringly, feeling you lean into his touch.

"You'll need to carry me." You laughed, quickly turning surprised at how hoarse your voice had sounded.

"That was the plan, darling." He responded, moving to bring you against his chest, glistening with a thin sheet of sweat from the strenuous activity the both of you had partaken in.

"You're quite the gentleman today." You giggled, turning your head and your lips giving a loving kiss against his pectoral muscle. He only hummed in response, making his way to draw your bath.

Internally, you had known that your marriage wasn't quite 'fixed', one night of expressing one another's love not enough to fix such a thing. You knew that you both would continue to argue, continue to act like strangers or enemies rather than lovers that were supposed to be commuted to one another.

You also recognised that the two of you were slowly moving in the right direction, realising that marriage was something that isn't meant to be perfect, nor strained. You'd be lying to yourself if you thought that your wedded life was ultimately healed, knowing that many hardships lay ahead.

But as you looked into Simon's perfect and pretty eyes, his gaze meeting yours while he looked at you with nothing short of reverence. Your own eyes reflecting that feeling back at him.

At that moment, you knew it was worth it.

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URBANWYATT

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urbanwyatt: after the show it's the afterparty

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jackharlow: bro delete this before she sees

urbanwyatt: ?

user: what’s going on ??? 😭

user: confused but Jack looking out for Urban 🥲

yourinsta: oh so you did go out tonight? 🤨

urbanwyatt: babe, we were going to stay in this was kinda last minute

yourinsta: no you lied to me

urbanwyatt: now you’re just being dramatic!

yourinsta: oh so now I’m a dramatic bitch?!!

yourinsta: and you were sharing hookah with hoes?! You might as well cheat on me next!!

urbanwyatt: you’re putting words in my mouth! I never called you a bitch!!!

yourinsta: whatever urb, the locks will be changed when you get home next week!

urbanwyatt: y/n c’mon! And it doesn’t matter, I know how to pick locks

yourinsta: HA! I’d love to see you try to break in!

user: well Jack did try to warn him

user: *grabs popcorn*

user: I love drama that isn’t mine

jackharlow: I told you

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: we had a time last night 🤭

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user: he dragged tf outta you

user: sassy ass reply 😭

urbanwyatt: stop playing with me

user: your bag is cute tho 😔

user: elite hating!

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statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

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[yeojaa]

ANGELS & AIRWAVES (w. jjk)

He's never met you but you know how he sounds when he wakes up from a nap and his greatest fears.  You know the way he sings after a shower and that he could be mistaken for a dying seal when he's laughing too hard.  The best part?  You don't judge him for any of it - including the fact he's a filthy Widow main.  He might just love you.

alt summary.  Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he's never met.

pairing.  jeon jungkook

genre + rating.  fluffy crack.  general, for now.

warning / tags.  long-distance relationship, crushes, canon compliant (ish),  eventual happy ending, gaming, gamer!jungkook, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, overwatch.  tags are hard.  :( 

reading.   n/a.  a three part one-shot.

word count.  ~2750

part ii.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Sunday, 15 March, 2020.  2:01 AM.   

He falls for you in between the tireless teasing, the laughter that sinks into his ears and replays like a highlight reel.  It happens when he leasts expects it, when he's got his face pressed into the velvet of Yeontan's fur and you're cooing over voice chat, whispering sweet nothings to the manic panic pup.  It comes in the moments he's not expecting it to, when he's frustrated and unbearable and you're as sunny as always, spilling yellow paint across the doors he tries to keep shut.  

Bit by bit, day by day, he finds himself thinking of you more. 

First, it's wondering what you're doing while he's half-asleep and on his way to the studio.  Do you look as tired as you sound?  What colour is your hair and how does it stick up when you've just rolled out of bed?  When you yawn, do you stretch like a cat?  He thinks you do, if the sounds you make are any indication.

Then it's asking himself whether you might like the same things he does, from horror movies to carnival rides.  Would you hold his hand as you made the drop, stomachs leaping into your throats?  Would you scream?  Would it sound anything like that terrified pterodactyl noise you make when you're spawn camped by a Roadhog?  He doesn't consider the fact that he doesn't even know if you're in the same city and you'll likely never meet - bound to the servers of Overwatch only.  

He thinks about all the things he'd like to do with you.  Video game nights filled with butter-tipped fingers and spilled popcorn.  Walks with your family dog - Natto - you'd told him about, all fluffy white fur and dark teddy bear eyes.  Sunrises on the rooftop of his building, because you had the worst insomnia he'd ever seen and what better way to spend your endless waking hours than with him.  

Jeon Jungkook knows he'll probably never get any of these things, but he lets himself daydream anyway. 

Like now, for instance, as the two of you sit in another queue at 2 AM.  You just woke up and you've got that tell-tale rattle in your lungs, words sluggish and lacking any real intent.  He imagines you look the way you sound - tired and a little out of it, with barely opened eyes and sleep-loosened limbs.  

"How'd you sleep?"  He asks softly, crossing his legs beneath him and raising his arms high above his head in the same instance.  The bones of his body realign, ridges of his spine clicking into place when he knots his fingers together and pulls taut.  

"You know - the usual,"  you muse, apathetic.  It's always the same.  

He doesn't question it any further.  He had once or twice, when you'd first started talking and he'd noticed the way you were always up at inhuman times.  One grumbling response had told him enough - your schedule was what it was and no amount of remedying could fix it.  

There's a beat of silence before he hears rustling and then the loud, inescapable sound of an electric toothbrush.  You don't bother to mute your microphone, not that he minds.  He simply sits quietly, scrolling through his phone as you go about your "morning" routine.  

"How was your day?"  You're settled back at your computer, he thinks.  The acoustics sound far less like that of a bathroom.  

"I had the day off, actually."  He'd used it to edit some footage and record a cover.  He hasn't posted it to Twitter yet - there were certain times he was supposed to, to maximize visibility - but he's excited for when he does.  It's a song that's been stuck in his head for weeks, all thanks to you.

"Woah - you didn't work today?"  There's genuine surprise in your question, rounded syllables that pop off your tongue in an explosion of shock.

“Right?”  He laughs a little, short and sweet.

Despite his carefully crafted facade, there were certain plot points that just stuck, intrinsically weaved into his day-to-day whether he liked it or not.

His jam packed schedule, for instance. 

To you, it’s the result of stretching himself too thin between teaching at his friend’s dance studio (where he also apparently moonlights as a personal trainer) and working as a videographer for his media-involved friends.  Not that you know any of them.  No, no.  All the work he does is for the little guys - none of those big companies like BigHit or JYP.  Jungkook’s just your average Joe behind the camera.

“What did you do all day then?”  You’re still in awe, little flecks of wonder threaded throughout like glittering gold yarn.  

“Hung out.  Did some editing.  I’m kind of behind.”  That was an understatement.  He’s working on footage from six months ago, trying to get it out before they head on tour and he won’t have the kind of time he has now.  

“Probably spending too much time gaming.”  

“Yeah, probably.”  Not that he minds, or that he’d change it.  He savours the time you spend together, even if it has kind of messed up his sleep schedule.  

“Sorry not sorry,”  you quip, seemingly reading his mind.  

“You should be,”  he retorts with laughter that builds in his stomach and echoes out of his chest.  “I don’t think I’ve had a good night's sleep in weeks.”

If you hadn’t had this conversation a handful of times before, he thinks you might be offended.  Instead, he can practically hear you roll your eyes - imagines your optic nerve nearly severs with the intensity of it - and grins.

“Don’t kid yourself - you know I’m the best thing about your nights!”

You’re not wrong.  “You’ve been lied to.”

“I’m suing!”

“I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer.”

“Wait, what?” 

The two of you have done what you always do - talked yourself into a tizzy that has you both laughing, sound crackling across the airwaves.  It’s nonsensical and silly but it feels good.  Your bond shines with it, glitters prettily between you.

Thank god for Overwatch.

You return the conversation to a semblance of normalcy first.  “Did you listen to that song I sent?”

“Yeah.”  The briefest pause.  “It was terrible.  Hated it.”

“Oh, shut up!” 

“I’m kidding.  It was really good.”  Jungkook doesn’t tell you that he’s had it on repeat for the past few days, saved to the private playlist that’s filled with the rest of your song recommendations.  

“I know!”  You’re preening as if he’d just complimented you, clearly pleased by the praise.  He supposes it’s a pretty good endorsement regardless. 

“Got any more for me?” 

“I should just make you a playlist.”

He ignores the way his heart skips a very real beat, mimics the erratic rhythm of his fingers on his keyboard.  Because he’d absolutely love that.

“You should.”

“Really?”  You sound uncertain but maybe - just maybe - a little hopeful.  He might also just be imagining things, as he so often does with you. 

“Yeah.  Why not?”  It comes nonchalantly despite the rushing in his ears, the wave that threatens to drown him.  He can feel emotion in his chest - winged and distracting.  A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering away. 

You’re quiet for another second.  It feels like an eon.  “Okay, yeah.  I’ll start one and we can just add to it together.”

BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT’S GYM Thursday, 26 March, 2020.  6:30 PM.   

“You sound like a meathead,”  you say, off-hand and disinterested.  

He loathes the grunt that squeaks past his teeth as he gently returns the dumbbells to the floor. Cue a generous chug of water and a near death experience when the liquid goes down the wrong pipe. 

Loud coughing crackles through his airpods before he’s addressing you.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re grunting like a caveman.”

If your first comment hadn’t offended him, this one does.  Jungkook scoffs, tonguing the interior of his cheek as his brow furrows.  Weights are returned to his hands, rotated above each shoulder as he resumes another set of presses. 

“Do you even workout anything other than your fingers?”  He’s making a conscious effort not to make a sound, breath exhaled sharply through his nose.  It’s harder than he cares to admit but he’s also not about to give you an excuse to tease him further.  You already had way too much material.

“Don’t shame me!”  You really don’t sound that indignant.

“So, I’m right?  You’re a big couch potato who’s just jealous of my hot body?”

Now you’re incredulous.  It’s one of his favourite sounds because it comes draped in laughter, dancing around his head in the form of cartoon hearts. 

“Did you just say ‘hot body’, Jay?”

“Maybe I did.  What of it?”  He sniffs - he’s picked it up from you over the months - and your amusement doubles, giggles crashing into each other in their haste.  

“You are so, so weird.”  There’s a tenderness in your voice that he’d like to live in.  It wraps him up like a hug, tugging at his feeble little heartstrings. 

“Weird and hot.”

“You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?”  If anything, you’re the one person he can say it to.  With you, it’s the funniest joke he’s ever made.  It’s playful and silly, with no rhyme or reason.  He doesn’t have to worry about it being misconstrued or held against him. 

“You just can’t!  Only other people can say it.”  You sigh dramatically, from your chest.  “Do I have to teach you everything?”

“Everything but being healthy, probably.” 

“Har har har.”  

He can tell by how the words roll off your tongue, muffled and lacking clarity, that you’re eating.  He wonders if you’ve made pancakes - you’d been complaining about craving them just two days ago.  There are no tell-tale crunching or slurping, so he knows it isn’t your usual double whammy combo of ramyeon and Choco Boys.  

“I’ll have you know I used to run.”  Something about the way you say it makes him believe you, even though he wants to mock you a little more.  

“In gym class doesn’t count.”

“I used to run with Natto, you ass!”  Okay - so that actually sounded legitimate.

“Why don’t you still then?”

“There was an incident once.”  You’re sipping on something - likely coffee with oat milk and two pumps of hazelnut syrup.  It doesn’t matter that it’s dinner time and most people would be winding down for the evening.  “Because of my insomnia, I’d run at odd hours.  One day, some weirdo stopped me while I was running along the river.  He didn’t hurt me or anything—”  A part of him thinks you’re downplaying it but he says nothing, only waiting for you to continue.  “—but he followed me home.  I made the mistake of telling my parents and they freaked out so…” 

“So no more running by yourself.” 

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I’d run with you.”  It doesn’t mean much, but it’s the thought that counts.  

“Thanks, Jay.”  

Not for the first time, he wishes he could hear his name - his real name.  Just once.

“JUNGKOOOOOOOOOOK.”  It eats up every ounce of space of the gym, filling the room with the resounding boom of it.  How it manages to be so loud, he’s not sure.  He wishes it weren’t.  There’s no way you haven’t heard it.  

Especially not when it comes again, deafening even to his occupied ears. 

“JUNGKOOOOK-AH!”  Namjoon now, right as the double doors fly open.

Jimin’s barreling toward the alarmed maknae as he shouts.  “WE’RE DOING A VLIVE!”

Jungkook feels like his insides are melting  - his internal temperature spiking with embarrassment and worry and something that chants oh no! over and over in his head.  The tops of his ears are burning, as is the column of his throat.  A quick glance in the mirror confirms his suspicion that he is, indeed, bright tomato red.

“Jay?”  You repeat once, twice, when he doesn’t immediately answer.  “Everything okay?”

He moves with a speed he doesn’t expect, weights unceremoniously dropped on either side of him before he’s tearing his AirPods out.  “I’ve got to go. Sorry!”

He doesn’t end the Discord call a moment too soon, Jimin upon him in the next instant.  The smaller dancer is draping himself across Jungkook’s shoulders, the widest shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

“Want to join us for a VLive?”  

“No.  I’m busy.”  

“Busy with your girlfriend?”  Jimin’s wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  He only stops when Jungkook shifts aggressively, tearing himself out from underneath the other.  

“Not my girlfriend!”  

“But you wish she was!”  

He can’t deny that, so he doesn’t bother, instead seizing his discarded weights with an embarrassed scowl permanently etched into the planes of his face.  He’s reracking them - because god, he’s not an animal - when he notices Jimin making his departure, that teasing smile replaced with something soft and edging on concern.

“What’re you going to do when we’re on tour?”

Jungkook blanches then.  You’d become such an undeniable part of his everyday life that he hadn’t even considered what it’d mean when he was busier than now, unable to spend late nights gaming with you. 

But Jimn’s already gone, leaving him and his thoughts alone.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Friday, 27 March, 2020.  12:05 AM. 

It’s close to midnight by the team he logs on.  Realistically, he should go to sleep.  He’s clean and worn out and his bed is calling to him like a siren at sea.  But you’re sitting alone in the channel, streaming Overwatch for no one to see, and he can’t just leave it at that.

He needs to say goodnight, like he always does. 

“Coming for my title as Headshot God?”   The quip’s off his tongue before you have a chance to acknowledge him, your laughter the first thing he hears once he’s connected.

“I’ve been waiting in this queue for seven minutes.  Seven!”  

It’s really not that bad.  The rare times you’d both queue for DPS were nearly double that.  

“Patience is key,”  he teases, slumping into his chair as he watches you click through your Hero Gallery.  You’re cruising seemingly aimlessly, roving through the different skins for your mains (Mercy, Ana, Genji, Ashe).  The silence between you is comfortable, interspersed only by the occasional munching he can only assume comes from the carrots you seem to inhale.

For all the junk you ate, you were somehow also weirdly into vegetables.  

“Patience sucks,”  you retort, matter-of-fact. 

“You know what else sucks?”  

It’s a rhetorical question and he knows you know, but because you’re you, you start listing things off just to get under his skin.  “Spiders?  Undercooked samgyupsal?  Not having coffee?  Your jokes?”

If he weren’t laughing so hard, he might’ve given you shit for making fun of his comedic genius.  He really doesn’t understand how you think he’s the unfunny one when all you do is crack puns.  

“I was actually going to say me,”  he finally manages in between those high pitched cackles of his.  

“Wait, why?”  You’re used to him having witty comebacks.

Edge of enamel worries his bottom lip and Jungkook can taste cherry Chapstick and what would be bashfulness, if it had a flavour.  “For earlier.”

You scoff, your own tinkling laughter tearing him out from inside his own head.

“It’s okay, goofball.”

He appreciates how laidback you are, never holding anything against him.  Not even when he hangs up on you or accidentally spams you with memes when you’re trying (and failing) to sleep.  “No.  I’m sorry.”  He says it earnestly, with all the meaning he can muster.  

MATCH FOUND flickers across his and your screen and you’re loading into hero selection.  He knows you’ll be too distracted once the game starts, so he’s grateful when you laugh again, sweet as summer.  

“Nothing to be sorry about.  Just tell me everything’s okay and we’re even.”  

Inhale, exhale.  Try not to tell her you have the biggest, stupidest crush on her,  he tells himself. 

“Everything’s okay.”  And he means it when he says it, though they aren’t the words he wishes he could say.  

“Good.”  

You’ve chosen Genji,  He smiles to himself when you join voice chat and the rest follow, greetings filtering in from your team members.  

“Good luck.”  You don’t need it.  He still likes to say it.

“You have an early day tomorrow, right?”  Leave it to you to remember his schedule even when he doesn’t.  

“Yeah, pretty early.”  

“Then go to bed!  I’ll still be awake when you’re up.”  

He lingers on that fact - holds it tightly in his hands so it can’t slip away.  You’d be there in the morning, just like you always were.  Knowing that stirs those same butterflies in his chest, words stolen by the overzealous beating of their wings.

You read his silence like they’re your own thoughts,  “I’m always here for you, Jay.”  

“Goodnight.”

"Sleep sweet."

notes.  this chapter is set four-ish months following the first, in case that’s not clear.  :) 

tag list.  @teawithbucky​ 

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[sluttyten]

Wonder Wheel

summary: a summer night of sexy fun with your boyfriend Yuta at a carnival

words: 2,243

tags: semi-public, blowjob, fingerfucking, a little tiny bit of degrading maybe?

From the moment that Yuta met up with you at the carnival for your date, he’d not been able to take his eyes off of you and the cute little sundress you wore. It wasn’t a normal piece of your wardrobe, but the summer evening was warm, and your best friend had insisted that you should dress in something cuter than normal. The little sundress paired with a light jacket was exactly it, and as you wrapped your arms around Yuta to draw him into a kiss, you were so grateful that she’d convinced you.

His hands slid down your back, his kiss tasted like spearmint. 

You nudge him away before things get too carried away, slip your hand into his, and start off to explore the carnival.

Amid the flashing lights, the roar of noise from games and the crowd, the press of people, and all of the scents of sugary and otherwise unhealthy foods assaulting you, Yuta just keeps his eyes riveted on you. 

He watches the long stretch of your legs beneath the hem of your dress. He tries to not make it obvious how he looks at the neckline where he can just see the tops of your breasts. Yuta pretends that he was not eyeing your ass as you bounced up and down in excitement after winning a game that he’d insisted was going to be rigged against you.

So you make him carry the prize of a feathery purple and pink boa, and take you to go get food.

“You’re so needy, baby girl.” Yuta drapes the boa over his shoulders, takes your hand again, and then spins you around until you crash perfectly into his side. His smile is charming and enchanting and you lean in to kiss him again.

“I think I’m needing some ice cream. Or maybe popcorn.” You look around, stretching up on your toes to see if you can spot any booths selling a food that will interest you. “Maybe a corn dog.”

Yuta tickles your cheek with the boa. “Whatever you want. Just choose something.”

The bright colors of the Ferris Wheel sparkle against the night sky, the evening growing warmer as the sky grows darker, and as you and Yuta wait in line for your fresh corn dog, the heat finally becomes too much for you.

Yuta watches as you shrug out of your jacket and tie it around your waist.

A strap of your sundress skims down your bare shoulder, slipping down your arm, and though you catch it and drag it back up quickly, Yuta’s eyes burn over your skin, the newly revealed sight of your shoulders and arms. 

When it slips off again as you reach for your corn dog, Yuta’s fingers are gentle to push it back into place, though they linger for a slight bit longer than necessary. “Wanna ride the Ferris Wheel now that you’ve got your food?”

You nod, and follow Yuta over to the platform at the base of the bright, slowly spinning wheel. The young guy working the controls for the ride, nods when Yuta slips him the cash to let the pair of you ride for three rotations. His arm is warm when he drapes it over your shoulders, the feather boa tickling against your skin, and your belly twists in quick circles at his touch. 

Yuta lets you into the gently rocking car first, and you sit down, feel the pesky strap of your sundress slip down your shoulder again, and you hold the corn dog in your mouth as you try to use both hands to fix the strap back onto your shoulder. 

The door of the open-air car snaps closed, and Yuta looks over at you as it sways into motion. 

“Did you wear this dress on purpose to fuck with me?” He asks. His hand falls to your knee. “Because it’s working.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, innocently enough, chewing a bite of the corn dog. “It’s warm out, Yuta. Did you expect me to wear a turtleneck and full-length pants?”

His hand inches up your leg, and you lean back into the uncomfortable plastic-y seat. “Do you know what the sight of you in this is doing to me, baby? Every time your strap slides over your shoulder, all I think of is kissing your skin, touching you, letting both straps fall and then the rest of the dress.” Yuta does lean close then, pressing his lips gently to the cap of your shoulder. 

His fingers massage the softness of your inner thigh, his lips warm and wonderful on your skin. You sigh his name, and ask, “What would you do then?”

“I’d fuck you, pretty girl.” 

You bite your lip when his fingertips touch you over your panties. A small whimper escapes, and you nearly drop the corn dog on the gross floor of the Ferris Wheel’s car, but Yuta’s other hand closes around yours.

“Eat the corn dog. Do you want me to touch you?” His voice is low, his fingers so light and tantalizing against the throb of your pussy. You want to hide your face against his neck, moan for him to your heart’s content, leave you mark on his skin from your lips and teeth. Of course you want him to touch you, your belly buzzes with pure desire for him.

“Yuta, please, touch me.”

“Good.” He kisses your shoulder, and then easily pulls aside your panties to slip his middle finger right inside your wetness. “Eat the corn dog, keep quiet. We don’t want to get thrown off the ride for you being a noisy slut before you can even cum.”

So you obediently put the corn dog in your mouth, muffling the sounds you want to make as Yuta begins pumping his finger inside you, his thumb toying with your clit through your panties. You bite down on it, no longer caring to eat the damn thing, just wanting to make the muffled moans Yuta wants to hear. 

He pushes the skirt of your dress up so he can see what his hand’s doing to you, and you whimper as you can look down and see his fingers disappearing inside of you, you can see your wetness glistening under the rainbow lights of the ride. He only flips your skirt down as you reach the bottom of the Wheel, hiding what the pair of you are doing from the watchful eyes of the ride’s controller who nods in recognition of Yuta and flashes two fingers to show that you’ve got two more rotations.

“Yuta!” You cry out when the corn dog is gone, when he’s viciously finger fucking you. “Fuck, Yuta. I wanna cum so badly. Please.” 

“So needy.” He teases, stroking his fingers against that soft spot inside you. “Quiet down for me, baby girl. Look.” He nods over at a car that’s ascending while your car descends, the couple in that car is watching the pair of you, definitely noticing the way that you bite your lip to hold in a moan as Yuta’s got your skirt flipped up and his fingers buried inside you. 

You hide your face in his shoulder now, bite at the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder. 

As you reach the bottom of the ride again, Yuta flips your skirt down once more, but you hear the boy over a speaker say, “Hey, no necking on the ride please!” 

You pull your face from Yuta’s neck, but Yuta just laughs and kisses you, curls his fingers and pulls you onto his lap. It’s not like the boy can do anything about you two, you’re already moving up and away again, this time for the last time.

Yuta pulls back from the kiss, holding you on his lap, still working his fingers inside you, though now you’re more riding his fingers than anything else, though the angle is somewhat awkward for him. “Gonna cum for me, beautiful? Right here, in public? Naughty thing, dripping down my fingers, moaning for me where anyone can hear you.” He clicks his tongue in false disapproval. 

You grind down on his fingers, only slightly embarrassed that others can probably see you doing this. “Just want to be your naughty girl, Yuta.”

“Then come on. Before the ride’s over.” 

You ride his fingers fast, press your mouth to his, and that tight knot in your belly unravels, pleasure flashing through your body like the flashing lights of this carnival around you. Yuta kisses away your sounds, your moans and gasps, your sigh as he moves his fingers away to wipe them on the inside of your dress and fix your panties back into place. 

He’s still kissing you when you descend, the car rocking from the ride’s motion. 

The boy controlling the wheel remotely has the door open. “Come on now. Get out of there. You’re causing a scene.”

Yuta eases you off his lap, and you sheepishly duck your head as he holds your hand and helps you from the ride. You slip away into the thinning crowd, moving by a pair of wide-eyed girls who eye your boyfriend like he’s a god. Which, to you, he may as well be.

Yuta leads you as far as the line for that corn dog stand before you start leading him, dragging him off deeper into the carnival.

“Where are you taking me now?” He smiles, his eyes full of a wild mirth.

There’s a fire in your belly that your own orgasm wasn’t enough to contain. You want him to feel good too.

Evening makes the carnival’s crowd grow thin as families head home for the night, the teens leave for better parties, and by the time you reach the fun house, the carnie guarding the entrance takes a look at the pair of you, rolls his eyes and tells you, “You’ve got fifteen minutes, then we’re closing up.”

You drag Yuta inside.

Far away you hear mirthful screams, peals of laughter, but they’re so distant inside this funhouse that you can tell they must be nearer the exit than the pair of you.

A maze of mirrors winds infinitely around you, more rainbow-colored lights shift in here, and Yuta takes you by the hips, spins you around and presses your back to a mirror. It shivers and shudders under your back, but you don’t care as Yuta steps between your legs and kisses you so intensely. You can feel him hard against your belly, straining against his pants, and the moan he covers with his mouth bleeds into the air when you break the kiss to fall to your kneels.

You push his shirt up, kiss down the center of his stomach, down to his navel where the small piercing glitters in the light. 

He hisses and rolls his hips forward as you lightly tug at the piercing, just so lightly (though Yuta doesn’t mind pain, he’s told you before multiple times). 

You kiss his belly, low on his abdomen as you unfasten his pants and drag down the zipper, pulling his pants and underwear down just enough that you can get your mouth on him. You suck on him, taking him deep as you lift your gaze to his, bobbing your head and holding onto his hips. 

Yuta pushes his fingers through your hair, strokes your cheek and drags his thumb around your lips stretched around his cock. 

“So pretty, naughty girl.” He pushes his hips forward, rocking into your mouth to feel you gag around him. Your saliva drips down your chin, eyes locked on his, and you just want to feel him cum on your tongue so you can leave together and go back to his place and he can fuck you until your legs are jelly.

You sink back, holding him in your hand, stroking slowly and flicking your tongue against the underside of him, leaving open-mouthed kisses up his length. You close your eyes and hum, envelop the head and then push down until he’s touching the back of your throat. 

And there he cums, shooting his hot load down your throat, clutching at your hair, moaning for you.

His voice echoes through the maze of mirrors, and you look up at his beautiful face, haloed by a light behind his head. 

“Oi!” The carnie’s voice echoes too, and you can’t spot him yet, but you don’t plan to wait for him to actually find you on your knees for Yuta. 

You rise quickly to your feet, Yuta tucks his dick away, and you run through the fun house. Laughing, and high off Yuta’s orgasm, you navigate through the corridors, breaking back out into the warm night air, through the crowd until a stitch in your side makes it hard to breathe.

You stop and Yuta clings to you. He drags your mouth to his, wraps the feathery boa behind your neck to hold you there, kissing you beneath the carnival lights, surrounded by the smell of sugar, the sound of carnies calling to each other and the last carnival-goers leaving, and at last when he slips his hand around the back of your neck, cradling your mouth against his, fireworks burst through the summery night sky, exploding in colors and scents and a booming sensation deep in your chest that rivals your heartbeat.

“Take me home,” You murmur against his lips. “Let’s make this night last forever.”

a/n: inspired by two messages I got in my inbox. 1. Imagine a carnival date with yuta. He’s with his s/o, it’s hot out and it’s summer so she’s wearing a sundress which rarely happens because they’re not to keen on dresses. Yuta would never admit to liking when they wear dresses because it might embarrass her.(Even though he likes when she’s shy he doesn’t wanna scare her away)But yuta kept staring when he thought she wasn’t looking. it’s over for him when she takes her jacket off to tie it around her waist and her shoulder strap slips off-

and 2. i know your request are closed but ever since I saw yuta’s navel piercing I legit can’t take my mind off of it. Can you please write a small drabble or anything about it?

I know I didn’t mention his navel piercing much, but as soon as I read your message anon, all I could think of was being on your knees for Yuta and teasing his navel piercing like 😍 and then for the first one of these messages, after reading it I was just thinking about Yuta being enamored with you and fingering you on a ferris wheel, and thus, the inspiration became this. I hope you enjoyed it! And now I’m super needy for a Yuta boyfriend (and for warm summer nights).

#yuta #yuta smut #nct yuta #nct smut

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 4

This is a day or two after part 3! Tagging: @sparkles-and-hens, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @maple-writes (also thanks for Skyler!), @pen-of-roses, @thoughts-of-nora, and @ratracechronicler!

Churi was looming over me as Triel’s crew was being tortured behind me. I jumped up, trying to get around him, but he just pushed me back down and grabbed my hair. He pulled me up by my hair and laughed. “You think you could escape again? You fool girl. You’re my property. I won’t ever let you go, and anyone who tries to protect you will be destroyed.”

I scratched at him, tried to loosen his grip, but he just kept laughing and laughing…

I woke up with a gasp and sat up. Shit. It had just been a nightmare, but I still sat there, hunched over, shaking. Churi would never leave me alone. I would never be free of him. Sobs escaped my lips, and I curled up on myself tighter. Was I just endangering everyone more by being here? I was a liability. I couldn’t even fight to defend anyone. I was useless.

The door cracked open, and I grabbed my knife that was under my pillow. Until I noticed that it was just Skyler. But why did he open the door? Was there trouble? I lowered my knife and quickly wiped my eyes to get rid of any traces of tears. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

He stared at me. “Uh, you tell me.”

Oh shit. He had heard me. I frowned. “What? I’m fine.”

“You think I’m an idiot?” Double shit.

Time to distract. I set my jaw. “What are you doing up anyway?”

He leaned against the doorframe. “I…I couldn’t sleep.” Sounded like he had bad dreams too.

I nodded. “Me neither…But just because I had too much caffeine. Do you want to walk it out?” I needed to get my mind off the nightmare anyway.

He nodded back. “I know somewhere nice.”

Oh boy! I jumped up. This would be awesome! A nice distraction.

He led me out of the building and down a few blocks to an actual airship! I had been on Triel’s, but seeing another one would be awesome! I smiled and just stared at it.

“This is ours.” He opened the door and hopped in, turning around to help me get in. Which was probably good, since I wouldn’t be able to do that on my own with my leg injuries.

Once we were inside, I grinned and ran my hands along the walls. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” He closed the door behind me. “Volt says she stole it years ago.”

“That’s awesome!” Wait. I paused and frowned a little. “Wait, how do you steal an airship? Isn’t it kind of hard to hide it well?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. She and Rick won’t talk about it very much.” He led the way into the cockpit where he sat down and checked some of the gauges. “Paint? I never asked.”

Paint was probably correct. I watched him for a little bit and cocked my head. I didn’t know anything about airships. “What are you checking for?”

“There was something wrong with the ventilation system a while ago, but it seems to be holding up now.” He got up and stretched. “I can show you around.”

Awesome! I grinned. “Thanks! I love airships! I just don’t know much about them, so I might ask dumb questions.”

He smiled. “It’s not that big so it won’t take long.” He brought me to a room that had a table and some couches. It looked so cozy! “This is the living room, and there’s a little kitchen off over that way.” He pointed to a doorway off to the side.

Damn. I hadn’t realized it, but I was hungry. “Ooh! Is there popcorn? I tried it earlier, and it’s now my favorite food.”

“Maybe?” He ducked into the kitchen and came back with a bag of the awesome stuff, and he handed it to me. “Don’t know how long it’s been here.”

“Holy shit,” I whispered. I stuffed some in my mouth and smiled. It was sweet! I hadn’t eaten sweet popcorn before. I offered some to him. He had to try it.

He took some, but he made a face after he ate it. How could he do that about such an awesome food? “This must have been Rick’s. He likes sweet things more than I do.” Oh. Understandable. He waved me on, and we kept walking.

We walked through a narrow hallway with doors on either side. Skyler pointed out the rooms as we walked. “This is Volt’s room, and this is Rick’s, and this one is storage…” He paused in front of a room at the end of the hallway. “And this one’s mine.” He opened the door to a small, cozy room. “I think it used to be more storage or some kind of prep area since the hatch to the cargo hold and engine rooms are in the corner here.” He nodded at a hatch in the floor in the far corner.

The engines! That was so cool! I grinned. “This is awesome! It’s so small and safe.” I walked over to inspect the hatch. “I’ve never seen the engines of an airship before. Shine doesn’t let me down there.” I glanced over at him, trying to plead with my eyes.

It must have worked. “Just don’t fuck with anything.” He opened up the hatch and led the way down the ladder. We passed through a mostly empty cargo hold before we made it into a room with tons of machines.

I grinned. “This is awesome!” I yelled the last word to hear it reverberate against the machines. “I can’t believe this is all it needs to fly! I’d never want to come down.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Have you uh, ever flown in one?”

“A little in Triel’s, but I’ve only been with her for a month. I hadn’t thought it would last that long with how much the Shades were hunting me. But Triel had covered her tracks well.” I paused as I rubbed at the scars from my time with the Shades. Why was I even saying this? But I still continued. “I didn’t think I’d ever escape them again this last time.”

“We can take a short flight, if you want. It’s probably best to get it running since it’s been a while.”

I grinned, pushing the other thoughts away. “That would be amazing! I love flying! Thanks!”

He led me back to the cockpit and pointed at another seat, while he sat in the seat he had been in before. “Don’t touch anything.” I sat down as he mumbled something to himself while he started up the airship. I just stared as the airship lifted up, high above the Capitol. It was amazing! The Capitol just looked like a group of glittering lights in the darkness.

He glanced over at me. “What do you think?”

I couldn’t stop staring at the Capitol. “It’s beautiful. I never thought the Capitol could look beautiful. But it does from above.”

“It’s nicer from here.” The airship started to gently move forward, and I grinned wider. This was just so amazing! I couldn’t stop staring at the world below.

At least until he spoke again. “What happened with the shades?”

Shit. I froze for a bit before I smiled over at him. “What do you mean? I’m not scared of shade.”

He frowned, his eyes flitting to where my scars were. Double shit. “You know what I meant.”

Well, I had to explain now. I opened my mouth to do so a few times, but I couldn’t find my voice for a bit. “They—they took me when I was a child and gave me this stupid magic. And then tortured me when I ‘had the gall’ to fight back against their control. I only just escaped a few months ago. And then I had to go back as a victor, and they took me back.” My voice was getting faster and faster as I spoke. “And I fucked everything up because if I could have just not let the crew know what was going on, they would have forgotten about me and helped rescue everyone else instead.” I stopped myself and tensed. I had said way the hell too much. He hadn’t asked me for my life story. “I’m sorry. You don’t really care.” I looked away from him, back out at the Capitol.

It took him a bit to say anything. “I…I do. Care, I mean,” he mumbled. “That’s…A lot.”

I swallowed hard. Why the hell would he care? “Well…thanks for caring. And…I had a nightmare about them. That’s why I was up. Not because of caffeine.”

He nodded out of the corner of my eye, pausing again before he spoke. “Yeah. Me too.”

Sometimes, it felt good to talk about things. And I could not confirm nor deny if that was the case for me this time. But I wanted to offer the opportunity to him. I glanced over at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He stiffened and hesitated, and when he spoke, it was even quieter than before. “My mother handed me over to Indigo one day and I thought she was just taking me for a few days but then she told me what was going on and her people came and took me and kept me in a little room and I didn’t know what was going to happen.” He took a long, shaky breath. Shit. I couldn’t imagine that. “I don’t remember a lot. I figured out they put something in my food to keep me easier to handle but they were still rough, and mean and scary.”

What could I say to that? Comfort wouldn’t be any help. And I sucked at comfort anyway. I sucked in a breath. “I couldn’t imagine that,” I whispered. Churi had always been honest about what he was going to do. That was the one thing I could say about him that was positive in a twisted way. “I really will punch her in the face if I see her again.”

“Most of the time they would talk about me but not really to me like I was more of a thing, or maybe a pet.” He glanced at me. “They didn’t cut me up like you though so I don’t know. There’s that.”

Comparing pain? Nah. I wasn’t going to let that happen. “At least they had always been pretty honest in what they were going to do to me. So, there’s that.” I stared at the Capitol and crossed my arms. It didn’t look so pretty anymore. “But I understand being treated as not human. Churi would always call me his property.”

He cringed at my last sentence. “I think the only reason they didn’t hurt more than they did was so they didn’t leave marks.” He started mumbling. “A few of them would say things like I’d be worth a lot more than others because I was pretty, handsome when I grew up.”

That reminded me of Meras picking out one kid who had grown up to be pretty by her standards. The Shades had just been calling him monster and boy before that, but she chose to name him Kallias only after he was pretty to her. I curled my lips in a snarl. “Sounds like Meras. Pieces of shit.”

He nodded as he had the airship turn gently. “Yeah, they were.”

We stayed silent, both staring out at the Capitol. But when I looked over at Skyler, he looked so upset. Was there a way to distract him from the bad thoughts? I ate some popcorn, trying to think, but then I glanced down at the popcorn and smiled a little. It was a good projectile. I aimed a piece at his head and threw it, hitting right on his forehead.

He looked over at me with a frown, and I shrugged. “I just thought you should have some more popcorn.” He just kept staring at me, but then he held out a hand for some popcorn.

I gave him some. But then I hit him again in the face with another popcorn.

He grinned mischievously back at me and yanked the controls, so that the airship took a sharp turn instead. I yelped and spilled some of the popcorn.

He laughed a little. “Don’t tell Volt I did that.”

I laughed back as I tried to clean up the popcorn. “I won’t. I deserved it anyway.”

He smiled as he leveled the airship again. “Actually, maybe don’t tell her we did this at all. I’m not really supposed to fly without her or Rick on board.”

I grinned back. “But you have me. Surely, I’m a responsible adult. Anyway, I think you’re doing awesome.”

He snorted. “Somehow I don’t think you qualify.”

I clutched my chest, as if he had hurt me. “Rude.” I paused and turned back to the Capitol. It was still pretty, just not as much as it had been. “But thanks. This is amazing.”

“Thanks for coming with me.” The hovercraft started slowing down as it got back to the place where it was. “And listening.”

“Same to you.” I held out a fist for him to fistbump. “Friends?”

He looked over at me with surprise, but then he smiled and fistbumped. “Yeah. Now be quiet while I land this thing.”

We got back down safely, and we walked back without saying anything. Sometimes, silence was fine without having to fill it.

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[yannasunflower]

Haikyuu! Week 2020: Day One - Season

i am way too excited about this lol!! please enjoy my first submission for Haikyuu! Week, i am a slut for soft Kuroo, and Kuroo in general. reblogs, likes, tags, comments, all are appreciated. much love to everyone! 

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Your breath is visible in the air as you tap your foot impatiently, checking your delicate silver watch with a flick of your wrist. Usually the sight of the watch glittering on your wrist is enough to soothe you, a gift from Kuroo for your five year anniversary, but now it only makes you more irritated. Kuroo is fifteen minutes late and you’re sure you’re going to freeze to death on top of missing your movie if you wait much longer. The tickets are starting to get wrinkled from how tightly you’re clenching them in your hand.

You check your phone for the umpteenth time to find no messages or calls. Trying not to huff, and failing miserably, you tap out a quick message.

where are you? the movie is starting soon

He knows you love watching the previews and seeing as he’s the one forcing you to watch this dumb movie on Christmas Eve, you think the least he could do is be on time. Another five minutes pass, with no sign of him, and you’re about ready to call Kenma when you spot his mop of messy hair across the street. He’s jogging and the look of vague panic on his face pleases you, just a little.

He has the decency to look sheepish as he approaches, dipping his head and giving you a soft smile. You frown, determined to maintain a stern facade, even though the sight of him in a tan coat with red dusting his cheeks is enough to make you melt inside.

“You’re late,” you growl, turning on your heel without waiting for him to kiss you hello. You practically shove your tickets at the poor theatre worker and stride inside. Kuroo’s hand is at your elbow to steer you out of the way of incoming traffic and you shake him off impatiently. 

“I blew off my family and changed our plans so we could spend time together today and you were late,” you hiss. 

Kuroo makes the fatal mistake of chuckling at god knows what and is instantly silenced by your withering glare. Sheepishness crawls back into his expression and he rubs the back of his head.

“Would it help if I said I was late because I was picking up your gift?” he asks, only a little hesitant. You curse your magpie-like need for shiny things and presents as this news instantly perks you up - and stokes the flames of your curiosity. Kuroo is smirking, that bastard, because he knows this about you, and he knows immediately he has you hooked. 

“Oh?” you say, one brow raised. “It better be the Hope Diamond.”

He laughs and you allow him to hook his arm around your waist and guide you through the doors of the theatre. You find seats and he vanishes instantly on the quest for greasy movie theatre popcorn and your favorite movie candy. By the time he returns, triumphantly, the previews are half-over. He settles next to you and you can’t resist the urge to shift closer to him as he places a hand on your knee.

The American action movie actually ends up being decent, at the very least entertaining. It’s full of explosions and fighting scenes, but it’s a good script and you manage to forget your irritation with your boyfriend for an hour or two. 

After, he takes your hand and starts down the street, walking slowly to accommodate your shorter legs. 

“Is this a kidnapping now?” you ask dryly. He snickers and tightens his hold on your hand. The sensation spreads warmth through your body, despite the chill in the night air. You burrow a little deeper into your scarf to hide your smile.

“How could I ever kidnap you when you would always be more than willing?” he teases with a smirk. You pout and bump your forehead into his shoulder. 

“Are you suggesting I’m easy, Tetsu?” you say. He feigns shock. 

“Never!” he declares and you can’t stop the burst of laughter that escapes you. You bump against him again and he pretends to stumble. You giggle, your earlier irritation with him vanishing like morning mist. It’s difficult to stay angry with him. 

You’re curious about your gift, though. He’s not holding a bag of any sort and his pockets are a normal size, no bulge. You wonder if it was a strange joke to make you less annoyed and as you’re trying to decide how to feel about that, snow begins to fall. 

You gasp, releasing his hand and darting forward before you can stop yourself. The two of you are halfway home and the streets are quiet, the whole world paused to watch the snow fall on Christmas Eve. You stand in the middle of the street, unafraid for once of the way the snow will inevitably mess up your carefully maintained hair. Kuroo is watching as you raise your hands, palms up toward the dark sky, mouth wide open. 

“We haven’t gotten a white Christmas in years!” you squeal, the sound muffled even in the yawning silence of the world. You look at your boyfriend, whose face is half concealed by shadow. You stretch out your hand to him.

“Come on, Tetsu, come dance with me!” you implore. He doesn’t hesitate to take your hand, pulling you close and spinning you in circles until you’re dizzy with joy and wonder. You’re both giggling by the time he stops, the sound a rare delight from Kuroo. 

“And you always told me you can’t dance,” you tease, still a little unsteady on your feet, flushed with the warmth radiating from his body. Kuroo’s face is strangely somber and you blink up at him, only a little worried by the sudden seriousness. 

“Tetsu?” you ask. The change in his expression is blinding, his eyes suddenly fierce as he pulls your face forward and presses a searing kiss to your lips. You gasp with surprise but melt into the kiss soon enough, eyes fluttering shut as his hands slither down to your waist and the back of your head. When the two of you come up for air, you’re dizzy again, only capable of opening your eyes halfway. 

You’re about to ask what the kiss was for when suddenly you’re looking down at him on one knee, hand in his coat pocket and coming out holding a small black box. 

For a moment, all you hear is your blood thudding in your ears. Tears are already springing to your eyes by the time he starts talking, his words more rushed and nervous than you’ve ever heard him, even on your very first date. 

“You know I’m not good with words, but I love you, and I can’t imagine a life without you. I need you by my side and I want to spend the rest of my life trying to give you the life you deserve. Please, will you marry me?”

He opens the box and the ring is gorgeous, everything you ever wanted in one perfect moment, your entire world at your feet. Exhilaration makes you feel like you’re flying through the night sky. 

“Yes,” you want to scream, but it comes out a whisper. He’s smiling anyway, a real smile, euphoria flooding his face. He pulls you into a tight hug and you’re crying into his shoulder, wondering if it’s possible to be too happy. You’re both laughing and you swear you see tears in his eyes, too. 

He slides the ring onto your finger and it fits perfectly, of course. He presses his forehead to yours and you inhale the moment, the feeling, the sheer perfection of this man and this life you two will build together. 

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Hours later, you’re curled up in a nest of blankets, head resting on his bare chest. You watch as the snow keeps falling outside, unable to tear your eyes from the glistening diamond on your finger. You marvel at it, warmed by Kuroo’s body. 

“I know it’s not the Hope Diamond, but I think it’s better, personally,” Kuroo rumbles. You laugh into his chest, reaching up to press a kiss to his jaw. 

“Next time you’re late, you’re gonna have to buy a house or something to make up for it,” you murmur. It’s Kuroo’s turn to laugh. 

“Anything for you, Kitten.”

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[snarkwriteswrasslin]

21.12, trees and traditions, adam page

Title: trees and traditions

Theme: trees/decorating

Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page x Ivy, an OC of mine from a fic I keep abandoning.

Warnings: Bittersweet reunions, single mom au, awkward tension, fluff if you squint. Bad fluff, but fluff, all the same.

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.6k 

So... I wrote this on a whim. It’s taken Adam Page and my original character Ivy, from that twice tried/twice abandoned fic that I still want to write so bad I can taste it, and it’s put... new things into play. And maybe.. if enough people like this... maybe I’ll be tempted to actually do something with this version, because to be honest, I liked this version better than the previous 2. This is my entry for the day for @champbucks​ 12 Days of Christmas challenge. 

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I knelt on the carpet in my new living-room, a big cardboard box in front of me, unwrapping ornaments. My son was passed out on the couch, surrounded by action figures. Nightmare Before Christmas was playing quietly for background noise because if I didn’t have some form of background noise, I’d be jumping at every little sound.

I’d just gotten out the tangled string of lights and started to work on untangling them when I heard a knock at the front door of the cabin. Right away, I tensed. My stomach tightened right up and every possible scenario I could imagine -and none of them particularly good, flew into my mind.

Before I realized what I was doing, I’d stood and my hand wrapped around the old wooden Louisville slugger that served as my only form of home protection for the time being as I cautiously made my way to the front door.

I let out a long and ragged breath when I saw Adam standing on the step, leaning against a thick wooden porch post.

After my heart finally climbed it’s way down out of my throat, I opened the door and peeked out. “Adam? My mom told me you were still on the road.”

He shrugged, stepping closer. He looked as if he wanted to hug me, but he wasn’t sure if doing it were a good idea or not. Just seeing him again after all this time though… Realizing just how much I’d truly missed the man. Among other things hanging around in the back of my mind at the moment.

I pressed against him, looping my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. The bat I’d been holding and totally forgotten about clattered to wooden floorboards noisily and from the open doorway, my son spoke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Mama? You’re lettin all the heat out.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” I broke the hug with Adam reluctantly and turned, kneeling down in front of my son, smiling. I looked back over my shoulder at Adam, who was gaping and then back to my son, whose entire face lit up.

He raised a hand, pointing it at Adam. “I..He.. We just watched him on the tv earlier, mama!”

“We did, sweetheart. Can you do mom a favor?” I smiled at my son.

“What you want me to do, mama?”

“Go back inside. You’re barefoot and it’s freezing out, slugger and if you got sick, I…” I hugged my son tight and he laughed, trying to push me away as I licked the side of his face. “Ew, mama, don’t cow lick me!”

“I’m supposed to. That’s what mama cows do to their calves, champ.”I laughed as I watched my son step back in the door. But he snuck over to the window right beside it, I could see his little fingers on the plaid curtain panels.

I turned back to look at Adam. His hand was resting against the back of his head and finally, after a minute or two of his mouth opening and closing, he chuckled. 

“He’s a cute kid. Took after his mom, I see.”

I gulped. I forgot just how much Adam’s flirting affected me. And what a visceral effect it had always been. Or maybe it just had the punch it had now because I hadn’t seen him in so long and now, here he was.

Standing right in front of me, quite literally, the one who got away.

“Ivy, I.” Adam started to say something, but I raised my fingertip to his lip, pressing it against. I know him like I know the back of my hand, we grew up together. We were in love once. I still love him, even if I can’t have him. I knew he was about to apologize for that last night we were together, the huge fight we had after he proposed and I freaked out on him. And honestly, in the time that’s lapsed since, I’ve come to the realization that he has no reason to. I was the one who flipped out and then left town in a hurry.

“Adam, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing right now, okay? But when you started talking like that back then, I… I kinda panicked. We were kids and I was nowhere near ready to handle that level of commitment.

,, and yet, when you became ready, Ivy, you somehow managed to find the worst man possible to get involved with. What you should’ve done, and you know it, is come back here. Settled down with Adam. Stopped trying so hard to escape this little town and embraced it, because really, was it any better out there? No.” my mind was tormenting. I tried to put the thought out and flashing him a gentle smile, I stepped out of the doorway, turning the knob to open the door. I thought if I turned away from him, just for a second, I could pull myself together.

“Listen, Adam. It’s freezing out here and I have a tree to decorate. So, if you want to catch up? I think we should move it inside.” I gave a soft laugh. Every part of me thought that he’d offer up an excuse and leave in a hurry. I didn’t expect him to want to hang around, but it didn’t stop me from wanting him to. From hoping against hope that he’d hang around, even if only for a little while.

Adam eyed the door and swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on me again. My eyes caught on the subtle bob of his throat as he did so, followed by the way his tongue trailed over his lips and I took a shaky breath. When he went to step into my grandma’s cabin, our bodies brushed just barely, and for the most fleeting of seconds. And everything came rushing right back, all over again.

How could I have ever been so stupid to just leave. Adam offered me the world on a silver platter and like an idiot, I ran. I had to know if the world was better. I had the whole world the whole time and I realized it way too late.

His hand lingered at my waist. An old habit. One I really missed. I swallowed hard, my eyes drifting up, meeting his as I did my best to put on my best friendly and neutral smile, despite the plethora of emotions that were fighting to the surface.

,, you’re not in the right place right now, Ivy. Not at all.” my brain weighed in on the situation at hand. I pushed any and all thought or emotion I may have been feeling out of my head for the moment. We stepped into the living room of the cabin and Adam let out a low, approving whistle at the Christmas tree tucked in the spot by the window and near the fireplace.

Just like Grams always did every single year.

“How’d you get that tree in here, hon?” Adam’s voice shattered through my thoughts and I glanced up from the box of ornaments I’d been hovering over because I’d seen an envelope sitting towards one side.

I straightened, wiping my hands on my favorite pair of jeans and shrugged. “Dragged it, mostly. It wasn’t that heavy.”

Adam nodded, going quiet again. He reached out, taking an ornament from the box on the coffee table between us and as he put it on the tree, he asked, “So is this.. Is it permanent, I mean.. My dad, he said somethin about a movin truck being parked up here for about two nights. Didn’t know you were the one who bought the place.”

I dragged my fingers through my hair and eyed the tree, glancing down briefly at the heavily glittered star shaped piece of construction paper in my hand and I cleared my throat, getting my son’s attention. “Hey, champ. This is your ornament, bud. Hang it wherever you want it to go.”

“Okay, but I made it for th’ top, mama.”

I’d been about to lift him up, despite my reach not being much of a difference, but Adam bent down, hefting my laughing son up onto his shoulders and then he stood up, letting my son place the ornament just below the very top of the tree, where the topper my grandma always used was going to go.

He was smiling as he stood my son safely back on his feet and for just a minute or two, my mind actually went there. I actually pictured how things might have been if I’d listened to my heart all along instead of being stubborn. 

I’d always thought Adam would make an amazing dad one day.

My son hugged his legs and then asked me if I was ready for the popcorn we made to make a popcorn garland earlier and I smiled, nodding. I called out to him as he disappeared into the next room, “Don’t you eat all that popcorn, Dean!”

“Aw, mama! Just a few pieces!”

“You heard me, little man.” I gave him that firm look and he nodded, disappearing completely into the kitchen. 

It left Adam and I alone all over again. And I realized that I had yet to answer the question he asked a few minutes ago. The tension in the air around us was so thick I almost couldn’t breathe and at this point, I’d have given anything to alleviate it.

“To answer your question… The move is permanent. There’s only so much I can take…” I trailed off. It wasn’t fair to dump out my problems on him. I wasn’t going to do that. I was the one who got myself into the mess I was in right now. I needed to be the one to get myself out and so far, so good. Things already felt a thousand times better.

I felt more at peace since I’d taken my mom up on the offer of moving into Gram’s cabin than I’d felt in years. 

Adam eyed me, concern filling baby blue eyes. But he didn’t ask anything. He nodded in understanding. We reached for another ornament, the same one, and our fingers brushed together clumsily. We stared at each other a second or two, with Adam pulling his hand away first and mumbling an apology before turning away quickly, busying himself with placing the ornaments in his hand on the tree.

I cleared my throat. “If you were going to ask, I’m fine. Better now, actually.”

He turned around and our bodies brushed just slightly all over again. His hands went to my elbows as if he were going to steady me and he gazed down at me as if there were a million things he wanted to say, but he didn’t even know where to start. And I felt the same. Seeing him again was both a comfort and a torture.

A comfort because instinctively, I knew I was home. I was safe and the crap of more recent years was about to be over and behind me.

Torture, because I was now confronted with everything I never even knew I wanted.

“You’re sure, right? He didn’t… hurt you or anythin’?”

I sighed and shrugged. “I signed myself up for it.” my gaze dropped down to the box of ornaments and apparently, he wasn’t having it. His fingers tucked beneath my chin and he made me look him in the eyes.

“You didn’t ask for anythin’ he did. None of it’s your fault, okay? I don’t care what happened. It ain’t my business. But I know you, Ivy. And I care.” he went quiet and I bit my lip, mulling over what he said. Seeing him get stirred up like he just had on my behalf only reminded me just how loyal he’d been. Just how much he protected me.

,, and just how for granted you took that.” the thought finished itself in my mind and I took a deep breath or two. “Thank you.”

I went quiet after saying it, because there was so much more I wanted to say, but I wasn’t in the shape to say it right now. Adam shrugged, flashing me that lopsided grin. Trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean it, Ivy.. If you two need anything, I’m right down the road, darlin.” he spoke up again for a few seconds and I nodded, smiling. I know I won’t ask for help unless I absolutely have to, but I know Adam wouldn’t be the amazing man he is if he didn’t offer. And I knew he meant it too.

“I forgot how well we worked together.” I blurted it out as we were finishing up with the last of the ornaments on the tree. My son slunk in, flopping down on the couch with the bowl of popcorn and the string and I flopped down next to him, nodding to the empty spot on the other side of the old plaid couch so Adam would sit.

Adam smiled and sank down, talking to my son. “Whatcha got there?”

“Mama said we’re gonna put all this on th’ tree, sir.”

Adam cringed a little, but he didn’t discourage my son from using the polite term. I smiled at him over my son’s head and he smiled back. I found myself wondering if maybe he weren’t thinking back to shared family Christmases between our families.

The way we were the ones who always opted to do this. The way in later years, we’d always retreat to the living room and turn on It’s A Wonderful Life, snuggle up on my grandma’s couch with the bowl on the table in front of us as we strung popcorn for the tree and tossed kernels into each other’s mouths.

“Your mama n me.. We used to do this when we were little.” Adam chuckled, catching my gaze. Giving me this fond and soft little smile. I smiled back and nodded, reaching for a handful of popcorn. “We weren’t as good as you were though, champ. Because when Adam and I were doing this, we usually ate most of the popcorn before we ever got around to stringing it.”

“We did not!”

“We did, Adam.”

“Your mama did.” Adam teased, giving me a wink. I gave him a playful pout and when my son was caught up in stringing a few kernels onto the string for the garland, I took a kernel or two from the bowl and lazily tossed them at Adam, who opened his mouth, snapping it closed as soon as he’d caught the piece or two that I’d thrown.

I couldn’t help the laugh and the smile that came. Or the thought that followed which I promptly tried to push down deep.

,, Maybe Adam showing up tonight and helping you with the tree is a sign, Ivy… Things don’t have to be over. There’s always just a shred of hope. Christmas is the time for miracles, after all...”

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[anythingandeverything1d]

Thank you, Next.

“(y/n) if you don't turn off your phone I will.” Your friends voice threatened. You had been receiving texts, DMs, and taggings non stop since Harry had taken his “new girl” to his red carpet premier. You didn’t want to see them anymore than your friend wanted to hear them, but you were waiting on a call..a call that would change everything for you, at least you hoped it would.

“You know I can’t.”

“I know but I wish you would.” she groaned and rolled over in bed to look at you. “You're lucky I love you. I wouldn't let anyone else’s phone drive me to madness like I would yours.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “I love you too. Now can we actually do something about this. What do I do?” 

“Just make a statement. Maybe that would help, you know something to shut everyone up. Something like back off I see his new bitch she's not even that pretty.”

“That is in no way helpful Lex.”

“I think it would be fantastic to see though.”

You threw a pillow over at her. “Okay but seriously. What does a break up post even say when I haven't talked to Harry and nor will I ever again. We aren't friends and I don't want to be either.”

“Knock knock.” Ash walked into the room and jumped on the bed, flinging the leftover popcorn from movie night everywhere. 

“ASHTON!” you yelled pushing his shoulder. He just laughed and high fived Lexi in response. 

“Whatcha cuties up to today?” Ash had been hanging around a lot more since Harry had ended things with you, which was surprising because he was more of Harry’s friend than yours. You weren't complaining though, he had helped a lot with getting over the break up and you even thought he might be falling for Lexi which she so desperately needed. 

“(y/n)’s about to write her statement on the break up with Harry so that her phone will hopefully stop making its dreadful sounds all day.”

“Ohh interesting.” he replied placing a pillow on Lexis lap and laying back on it while kicking his feet onto yours. “What do you have so far?”

“Nothinggg I don't even want to write this. It’s been what 3 months since we broke up...why even try now?” 2 months and 16 days actually but who was counting right?

“Hand over the phone cutie.” You placed the phone in his hands and tried to see what he was writing. Lexi was watching and laughing. This can't be good... “How about some Taylor Swift lyrics, we know how he feels about that. Ex’s unite right?” Ashton laughed at himself and I moaned a complaint. He handed the phone back, but instead of Taylor Swift, it had a different song. 

“Thank you, next? Really?” 

“Its simple. Makes a point. I like it. Lex?”

“Post it girl.” she held a thumbs up and you clicked send, forever ending your relationship with Harry Styles. After tweeting that you posted a pic of you, Ash, and Lexi tangled in the blankets of your bed and laughing to instagram with the same caption. You then turned the phone off, forgetting about the call you were waiting on, and forgetting about Harry. 

“What should we do now?” you asked looking at the other two.

“Bar?” Ashton asked wiggling his eyebrows. “I can invite the other guys too.”

“Ehh...” you contemplated. Going out was not on your mind, especially while waiting for the madness of everything to calm down. “Come on (Y/n)...It’ll be fun! Plus the boys will be there and so no one will actually have the chance to look at you.” Lexi smiled her devious smile and you rolled over giving in to the peer pressure. The two of you got dressed while Ashton called up the rest of his group, telling them to meet us at the bar in an hour. You may not have loved the idea of going out but you had to admit putting on make up and clothes made you feel like a person again. You looked good too. Maybe I’ll meet my husband tonight...or maybe I’ll get drunk..both are wins right? Your thoughts were interrupted by Ashton who loudly whistles as you and Lexi walked down the stairs.

“Wow...” He smiled and looked you both from top to bottom. “You clean up beautifully cuties.” He held out his arms and we each took one laughing as he led you to the car. 

At the bar you had definitely regretted your decision to come. Even with Ashton, Luke, Calum, and Michael surrounding you, people were asking questions, taking pictures, and pointing. You felt overwhelmed and stressed. Apparently your post had made the top trend on twitter and everyone wanted to talk about...except for you. “Lets dance” Luke said grabbing your hand and pulling you into the crowd of people. Luke was making you forget everything, he was purposefully dancing like a freak causing you to laugh so hard you had tears in your eyes. You looked over at Lexi and Ashton dancing together. Everything seemed normal again. You were letting yourself have fun. Luke pulled you closer as the song slowed and you rested your head on his shoulder, his hands on your waist. He tugged you closer and lowered his hands and you were okay with it.. you were maybe even enjoying it. Lukes lip went to your ear.. “wanna get a drink?” You nod your head and he grabs your hand pulling you to the bar. You had almost made it when another hand grabs you. You turn to push the hand off and stop dead. Your heart drops into your stomach and you instantly feel sick. Standing there was your green eyed angel wearing his famous black skinny jeans and a blue floral shirt. A mixture of emotions clouded his face but when he looked at you his mouth quirked up into a soft smile, revealing the dimples that made any girl go weak in the knees. Luke turned and steps in front of you. “Harry. What are you doing here?”

“Funny. I could ask you the same thing.” He hadn't dropped your hand yet and people were starting to notice the scene, including Lexi and Ash who had rushed over. Lexi grabbed your hand Ash pushed Harry back a step.

“Harry, man. Calm down.” Ash said with his hands out in front of him.

“Don’t tell me to calm down Ashton.” Harry shoved Ash hard. “Don’t ever tell me to calm down, especially when you have your hands on my girl and you've been sleeping in her bed.” Ash looked from Harry to you and laughed.

“Your girl? You mean the one you broke up with? Hate to break it to you Harry but she's not yours..not anymore.” Harry was fuming. He grabbed Ash’s shirt and pulled him forward. 

“Harry stop.” You had been watching the whole thing unwind in horror, along with all of the other people in the club who were about to video tape Harry Styles beating up Ashton Irwin. You stepped in front of Luke and Lexi and faced Harry. Just looking at him brought tears to your eyes. “Please stop.” you whined wiping a tear as it fell down your cheek. Harry’s expression changed. He dropped Ash’s shirt and stepped forward. His green eyes were glittering with tears as well. He walked forward and pulled you into a hug, your face flat against his chest and his arms tight around your waist. You could feel his tears falling on the top of your head and your tears were soaking into his shirt. You took a breath and breathed in his smell, allowing yourself to feel safe in his arms for the moment and listen to his heart beat slowing down. You had almost forgotten how much you loved his hugs. The way his arms fit perfectly around you, the way his head rested on top of yours, the way your head could bury perfectly into his chest and hear his heartbeat. Unfortunately the hug didn’t last as long as you had hoped. Harry stepped away, holding onto your hand still. He just seemed to realize that he had caused quite the scene.

“Can we talk?” he asked looking at you, his eyes begging for a chance. “Alone... please (y/n).”

“No- no this is crazy Harry.” Lexi said stepping forward towards you. “Why are you even here. To hurt more than you already have? To rub your new girlfriend in her face some more? Just fuck off Harry. Look at her.” Harry looked at your face with a pained expression. “Can’t you see how much you're hurting her right now? You're a real asshole Harry.” Lexi was ready to pounce, and to be fair she had a reason. She had nursed you back to your normal self after the break up. Staying over for weeks making sure you were eating and showering and sleeping. She was afraid what one more conversation would lead to. 

“I know I hurt her...” Harry looked at his feet. “I need to talk to her though....I need to-” 

“You don't need anything Harry.” Ashton walked up to Lexi and put his hand on her shoulder. “Just get out of here before you cause more trouble than you already have.”

Harry sighed and looked up. “I will when she tells me to.” Everyone looked and you and you looked at the floor. Of course, leave it to me to be the bad guy..I don't even want him to leave....I just want things to be the way they were before- 

“(y/n)” Ash's voice interrupted your thoughts. “Tell him to leave.”

You looked at Harry and your heart broke all over. He was crying at this point, tears streaking down his cheeks, bags under his eyes, his hair slightly more tangled than normal, and he even looked a little thinner. There was no way you could tell that boy to leave right now. You felt everything he looked like he was feeling. “Harry-” he looked down crying a little harder. He thought you were going to tell him to go...Ash and Lexi looked relieved and gave a reassuring nod in your direction. You turned to them, tears in your eyes, “I need to talk to him.” Their eyes grew wide and uncertain. Harry’s head whipped up and he looked surprised as well. You turned to him hand out, “We need to talk, but not here.”

Harry nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club where paparazzi had began to huddle. Probably heard there was a fight...You looked back once more as the door closed at Lexi and the boys who seemed to be begging you to reconsider. Too late now... Harry shielded you from most of the cameras and questions, looking for a quiet place to sit down. Apparently the only place he came up with was his car. He opened the door and helped you in before jumping in the other side. He quickly turned it on and put it in gear. “Where are we going?” you asked suddenly very nervous.

“Somewhere we can talk without people intervening and listening..” Harry must've sensed your apprehension because he threw in a “if that's okay with you..” at the end. You had nodded your head and starred out the window. It was raining and dark and you had no idea where he was going but luckily the drive was helping calm you down a bit. Your mind cleared and your breathing slowed, the tears also seemed to stop. Harry pulled into his driveway and your breath caught in your throat. There were so many memories here. Good and bad. Like the first time you had come over, or the last time you had moved out... When you broke your foot jumping over the fence to scare him, the way he kissed you on the porch before carrying you inside- “Sorry this was the only place I could think was free of people and paparazzi..”

“ssokay” you mumbled getting out of the car and following him inside. At the door a large furry surprise greeted you. “Clifford?” you asked looking at Harry. He just shrugged.

“Im watching him for the week.” You followed Harry into the living room and settled yourself on the couch. Harry stood a few feet away pacing in circles, fingers tearing through his hair the way they did when he was stressed. “(y/n)...” he breathed out looking at you, his green eyes locking on yours. “I don't even know where to start...” You didn't say anything. You didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I never meant to hurt you...I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“What do you mean? Any of this to happen? Me getting terrorized by your fans? Getting questioned about what I did to end the relationship? Getting hate because you got a new girlfriend no one likes, which by the way is somehow my fault? Getting my heart broken after you had promised it wouldn't happen?”

“All of it! Okay all of it! I didn’t want any of that to happen-” 

“You didn't want it to but it did Harry. Its your fault too. All of it.” “I love you.” He looked at you so seriously you were taken aback. 

“Wha-”

“I am in love with you. I never stopped being in love with you. I fucked up. When I broke up with you it was because I followed what management had said. I was an idiot and I let them convince me the best thing in my life was going to bring me down. I-”

“Harr-”

“No stop. Let me finish. I have never made such a big mistake before. I knew as soon as you left that I had screwed up. I wanted so badly to follow you but I thought that giving you time was going to help. I thought that you would rather never see me again. But everyday I have been away from you I haven't been able to even breathe normally. I thought finding someone else, a distraction would help but the minute she walked through my door it felt so wrong. Everything about it. I couldn't do it. And then I saw your tweet today, and I saw Irwin in bed with you and I couldn't breathe. I called Louis for help. He said to man up and do something so I came to the club. Baby I’m so sorry. So sorry for everything just please don't go...I need you in my life even if its as a friend I just can't let you go, not again....” He stopped talking and looked at you. You had absolutely no idea what to say. You were still processing everything. “(y/n) please don't go...please give me another shot. I’ll even beg.” He got down on his knees and grabbed your hands pressing a warm kiss on top. “Please baby.. say something...”

You grabbed his hands and stood up pulling him onto his feet with you. You reached your arms up around his neck earning a gentle sigh from him. He lifted you so that your legs were secured around his waist and your hands were cupping his cheeks. You smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his nose, thinking I’ll figure the rest out later, and looking into his green eyes. “I love you too.” 

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pairing - mirio togata x reader.

word count - 730.

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summary - weekends and cuddles, what more could you ask for?

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weekends away from school and spent with your overly-energetic boyfriend were overall an absolute delight. as soon as the last bell rang, hand in hand with students flooding the halls, every worry occupying your mind from class would get dispelled in a matter of seconds. there was no time for those as mirio tugged your hand, eager to finally loosen up and make the most of those free days.

days when you didn't have to be heroes and save the world—days when you could enjoy something as mundane as going out for ice cream and sharing kisses.

it wasn’t a rare occurrence for him to take you out somewhere when the sun was still up. you were pretty sure all the nearby cafes were familiar with your regular orders, just as most dog owners from the area were at the very least acquaintanced with your dog-enthusiast boyfriend.

although strolling around the neighbourhood was always fun with mirio, sometimes spending time indoors could be just as lovely. which again, wasn’t a rare occurrence when you got to spend time together. ironically, as soon as the sun went down, mirio would be the first one to suggest heading back home.

not like you were in any position to complain though. not while you laid on top of him, his arms holding you tightly against his chest, some movie you’d long forgotten the name of playing in the background. along with an almost half-empty bowl of popcorn, everything about your current situation called for lazy, sweet cuddles and loving.

except his embrace wasn’t sluggish by any means—it was firm and warm. however, maybe if you weren’t currently being squished against his chest you’d be able to bask in your adoration more comfortably.

“mirio,” you whined, trying your best to meet his eyes in your current position, “ease up, i can barely breathe.”

“oh, sorry!” mirio was broken out of his trance by your words. his lost gaze came back to meet your own, promptly relaxing his arms around your body. even so, standing up from your current position still seemed like a far-fetched possibility.

“i guess i can’t help myself sometimes,” he chuckled, his calloused hand caressing your back fondly, “you’re just so soft!”

no matter how exhausted or spaced out he might be, mirio would never pass up the opportunity to speak to his heart’s content. sometimes it made a blush run through your face, other times it just earned him an eye roll, “i wouldn’t choose the word ‘soft’, but whatever floats your boat, big guy.”

“i’m serious,” a sigh slipped past his lips, weary eyes barely managing to stay fixed on your face, “you just feel so good against me, y’know? it feels right.”

the lack of response from you let silence roam around the room again. not necessarily creating an uncomfortable atmosphere, just a quiet peacefulness. mirio’s soft breaths paired with the movie’s main character babbling something on-screen felt oddly domestic. heartwarming, even. 

“you’re not wrong, hugging you does feel really good,” you spoke, and a sleepy smile crawled onto mirio’s face along with your words. gently, he nuzzled his face against your neck, breathing in the closest scent he could associate to home. 

in that same moment you came to the conclusion mirio on the verge of sleep was impossibly adorable.

by the time you tried to hug back with the same strength and dedication as he usually held you, almost daring your boyfriend to compete with you, mirio was already snoring away. hair stuck between its usual upright style and his natural soft look, chest expanding and lifting you along with each breath he took, and a faint dash of glitter decorating his cheek from one of eri’s drawings completed his current sleeping state.

as he’d put it barely a minute ago, something about the sight in front of you felt just right.

“sleep well, you adorable goof,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his cheek—the one without the glitter smudge—as a token of gratitude. perhaps it was for the amazing evening, or maybe it was for the sweet sight you had from his chest. either way, the satisfied smile adorning his resting face was enough to overlook his unyielding grip on you. for now, lazing around would have to do.

spending the weekends with your boyfriend definitely had its perks, especially when it involved simply holding each other.

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[amara-scott]

Halloween

Movie: Blackkklansman Characters: Phil Zimmerman x Reader Categories: M’sorry this is long, everything? lil smutty at the end

So, yes- I may get a little more excited for unimportant holidays than the usual American citizen should. But does that mean others have to be cranky or a grump? No. Why not just go with the flow and enjoy some free candy?

"Okay- I get that you don't like it, but what's your costume going to be?" I ask Zimmerman as I sit on his desk at work, looking through a catalogue of adult costumes. Extremely boring ones, might I add. The ones you see in every store and every commercial.

I hear his sigh and glance over the edge of the current page. He rolls his eyes, not looking up from the paper he's reading. Jimmy laughs behind me, Ron joining in. I give them a grin, like every year, I love teasing poor Phil.

"Not happening this year." He mumbles, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing afterwords. Probably already cold. I hop off his desk and take the mug.

"I'll give you time to think while I get you a fresh, hot coffee—" I walk out the office, patting his shoulder as I go and make out Ron who can't contain his snickering. He receives a glare from Flip but no further comment. I hurry and greet a couple guys in the kitchen.

"Flip! Hey, I have an idea guys. Since it's my turn to host the dinner, we'll all keep it a secret what we dress up as. What do you say?" I place the steaming mug next to Flip's papers and he groans, leaning back and looking at me.

"Seriously? Why do we have to dress up at all?"

"Flip, why not?" I point at Ron, agreeing with his question.

"You're my favorite officer, you know that, Stallworth?" I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder as we share a smile.

"Hey." Jimmy says, I look over and wave him off.

"You know very well you're high up on the rank as well." He sighs relieved and sinks back into his chair with a grin.

"What about Flip?" Ron asks, smirking and we all glance over at Phil. He's obviously listening but trying to ignore us, head down and pen ready to write.

"Officer Zimmerman? Oh, I don't know. He's been quite rude lately. I would say— just below Landers."

"Hey!" His head snaps up and he frowns at me, all of us chuckling at his expression. I skip over and lean my elbows on his desk.

"You know what to do to change that." I wink at him and stand back up straight, walking toward the office door. "I'll see you on Saturday then, no more complaints." I raise an eyebrow at Flip at the end, him sighing deeply but nodding. I grin and wave, turning. My bell pants moving and flowing with my long strides.

___

I wait for Patrice to come over that Saturday. She helps me with the food and dips, decorations and music. As Bobby Pickett's Monster Mash is playing in the background, we get ready, dressing up in our costumes.

I slip into my rather tight Bat Girl suit and Patrice in her Wonder Woman outfit. I place the crown in the perfect spot in her wild hair and we help each other touch up on our makeup. We giggle as we pose, taking polaroids and skipping through my small house like we were saving the world. I'm about to take some more popcorn to throw at her but we hear a knock, freezing and I grin, walking over to the door. I see Patrice straightening her outfit, making sure everything's in place.

I open the door and peek outside, seeing my three favorite men of the night. I can't help but burst out laughing, Jimmy dressed up as Tin Man from Wizard of Oz. Even his face is painted silver, shining brighter than my glitter eyeshadow. Patrice walks over and giggles, welcoming Ron and I hug him afterwards. With Jimmy I try to keep his face a little further from mine.

Ron honestly couldn't have picked a better costume. His name tag reading Agent Bond. Which he kind of was. A really good undercover detective. And a secretive bag in his hand.

And Flip? Flip wore a flannel, his hair as messy as ever and Jeans and boots as usual. I don't want to frown, not showing him that it disappoints me he didn't put any effort into it. I really do like him, and I know he likes me too. We spent many evenings together, staying longer at diners and bars than the others. Talking and exchanging looks. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

"Good you're here Flip." I give him a smile and hug him, wondering why he is so quiet. I raise an eyebrow as we pull away and lead them all inside, showing them the food filled table and offer them beers.

Patrice and Ron sit together, Jimmy on one end and the seat next to Flip still open. I feel his eyes on me as I walk between kitchen and dining room. I also picked the costume because it honestly just looked really good. It sparkles just like Yvonne Craig's version, purple and tight. I pull up my mask and sit down next to Flip, trying not to be too mad at him. It's just a costume for goodness sake. Or rather the lack of one.

"Hey Flip, what do you think of (Y/N)'s costume?" Jimmy says, biting into a piece of meat, raising his silvery eyebrows. Ron smiles, glancing up at Flip too. He hasn't even eaten anything yet, is he grumpy today?

"Yeah and what about the food, you don't like it? I'm sorry that I invited you- won't happen again-" I let out, growing more angry every second he's just sitting there. He looks like he's trying to suppress a grin, struggling to keep a straight face. I frown, not sure what's going on. Jimmy and Ron join in and Patrice too after Ron whispered something in her ear.

"I think you look bloody good tonight, Bat Girl." Flip says, turning to me and I glance at his mouth, wondering why his words sound muffled. He grins at me and my eyes grow wide. Vampire teeth. Everyone starts laughing and I can't help but giggle, slapping his arm. He's unbelievable.

"Just for you." He says, quickly taking out the teeth and drying his mouth.

"Well I have to admit- that was good." I say, taking my beer and holding it up to the others.

"To a fun night with Bond, Tin Man, Wonder Woman and- a wanna-be-Dracula." We all toast and take a sip, I finally feel relaxed and take another glance at Flip, shaking my head at him as he looks back at me, winking.

___

We let movies roll in the background and played Pass Out while eating and laughing. Once we finished the game and Flip won, having ten pink elephant cards first, he raises his fists in the air, Ron and Jimmy groaning in annoyance as he gets his last tongue twister right. I feel very tipsy, not used to too much booze. Who could have figured that Ron would bring that game?

I lower one of Flip's arms, shushing him. "Calm down, cowboy. It's just a game." I hear myself slur at the end, frowning. I need water.

"No way, I've never seen you drunk before, Batsy." Flip responds and I click my tongue, trying to stand up. I had to wait a second before actually moving toward the kitchen. "Hey, hey— let me help you." A hand wraps around my waist, holding me to their side. I look up at Flip and nod.

"Thanks." I say quietly, my cheeks warm and eyes glossy. "I want water." I mumble and he helps me sit down at the small kitchen table, leaving me and returning with a glass of what I hope is water.

I take a sip and frown, a weird taste after all the beer, wine and whiskey we had this night. "You doing alright? Feel like you need to throw up?" I groan, not wanting to even think about it. I lean forward on the table, head in my hands and close my eyes for a moment.

"You want me to bring you upstairs?" He suggests, his voice sounding closer than last time he spoke. I glance over my fingers and he sits beside me, rubbing my back now, beneath my costume cape.

"No, I'm good-" I hiccup, holding a hand to my lips and growing even warmer in the face as Flip chuckles, running a hand through his hair and standing up, holding out a hand to me. I sigh taking it and his other hand is back around my waist, holding me up. I can walk myself, I want to pull away but am not strong enough. Maybe it's good he's holding me.

"Hey guys, the host needs to lay down, I'll bring her to bed." I frown at Flip, shaking my head.

"No, I'm fine-" hiccup "-I just need more water." I can't make out anyone's expression before being lead to the stairs. I hear good night and thank you but the next thing I feel is already my bed. Soft blanket against my cheek. I sigh, not wanting to move an inch and sleep for days.

"Let me get Patrice." Flip says and I hear a couple steps. Then my hair is lifted off my face, moved right behind my ear. "Sleep tight." I feel something wet on my forehead and then nothing. Only quiet. And dark.

___

I roll over, feeling around for my blanket and cover my cold skin. With one eye open I look around, trying to figure out what's going on. My window is open, curtains pulled together, darkening the room. I groan, frowning. The phone rings and I flinch, holding a hand to my warm head. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore the shrill tone but it doesn't stop. In one slow but swift motion I sit up, taking a second to regain my balance and blink my eyes open.

"Hello?" I get out, clearing my throat afterwards, not knowing what's wrong with my voice. So groggy and deep.

"Wow, good morning Bat Girl, had a little too much to drink last night?" I hear Patrice's voice and roll my eyes, sighing.

"Why did you let me drink that much? You know me. At least I thought you did." I grin, shaking my head and closing my eyes again, leaning forward, head in my free hand.

"You should know your limits, sister. Maybe you got a little closer to knowing them last night."

"Sure thing, sister."

"You up for a run later?" I raise an eyebrow, not sure if she even drank anything at all last night. I stand up carefully and draw the curtains aside, squinting my eyes as the first sunlight burns my eyes.

"Wow, how late is it?"

"It's one thirty. I'm glad I finally woke you up."

"I'm glad too, I bet it's a mess downstairs. I'll call you when I'm done cleaning, a run should do me some good though."

"Yes, right on, sister. See you later."

As I put on a robe, scanning my costume at the end of my bed, I walk out and down the stairs. I sigh relieved, the mess not as big as I thought. I hope the boys took some leftovers home to eat. But I see all the food stacked in the fridge. I roll my eyes and pack boxes, to drop them off at the station later.

I get ready, drinking a rare cup of coffee and put on grey leggings and a turquoise long sleeve for my run with Patrice. I'll meet her in about twenty minutes at the station.

As I drive there, I try to remember what all went down last night. The pass out game was maybe a little too much for my fragile stomach. And Flip, his Dracula teeth still make me grin. Such a dork.

I park my car and walk inside the station, having all the food stacked on my arms. As I get to their office I make out Patrice at Ron's table, laughing and sitting down on his desk.

"Hello guys, anyone ordered leftovers?" I place down boxes on their desks and lastly at Flip's, sitting down on his.

"Someone arose from the dead I see." Flip says and Patrice nods.

"She was still asleep two hours ago." I frown at her, mouth agape and cross my arms.

"Why do you have to betray me, Patrice?" They laugh at me, Flip nudging me arm. I glare down at him, not able to hide a smile.

"Especially you, Dracula."

"What? I didn't betray you, I even brought you upstairs." He raises his hands in front of himself, eyebrows doing the same. I roll my eyes and stand up, telling Patrice to wrap it up and go running.

"You're going for a run? You mind grabbing me a good coffee on your way back?" Flip says and continues to scan through papers.

"Who says I will come back after my run?" My hands land on my hips, eyes on him as he slowly looks up, adjusting his holster over his red plaid shirt. Which was my favorite. I loved the color on him and it's the softest out of all of them.

"Well, I know you need those tupperware boxes back so-" He shrugs his shoulders, smiling innocently.

"You're lucky you're cute, Zimmerman." I mumble, hitting his shoulder and the guys laugh, Patrice and I walking out.

___

"So are you dating now or what?" Patrice huffs, running alongside me as we enter the park and follow the path down to the water.

"Who? Me and Flip?"

"Obviously, he's absolutely into you."

"What makes you say that?" I swallow, trying to take a look at her but struggling to do it while running. I just see her eyes rolling.

"The way he's treating you, looking at you. Last night for example, he helped you go to bed and was such a gentlemen. He came back down, asking me to help you undress."

I frown, hoping not to trip as I try to remember the wet sensation on my forehead last night. The way his finger ran across my forehead. My skin tingles at the thought.

"I don't know, Patrice." I say and she sighs, changing the subject.

___

The whole way back to the department I have to think of what Patrice said, nearly running into a couple officers. I carry the four big coffee cups from our local Colorado café that usually doesn't do takeaway coffee. But for the department they do. So sweet of them.

"Three orders of hot and delicious coffee?" The guys look up and I give them the cups, Jimmy nearly burning his finger. "Careful!" I say and giggle. I give Flip his cup and he hums, smelling the liquid, eyes closed.

"That's the good stuff." I grin, nodding and take a gentle sip myself, sitting back down on his desk.

"Flip?" He looks over, nodding and drinking the coffee. I push a black strand of hair out of his face, adjusting my seat and face him more. "Can we talk later?" I ask quietly, not wanting to cause a scene or give the boys anything to tease Flip with.

"Uh, sure. After work?" I nod and rub my arm, smiling at him. "You could come by my place, if you want." He adds, seeming hesitant but tries not to show it, drinking more of the coffee. I stop moving for a second, not sure if I heard him right. To his place? I've never been there. Weird, to be honest. I've known him for a while now, nearly a year. Patrice introduced me to them all after an incident with an investigation she told me. That's how she met Ron too.

"I'll be there at around eight?" He nods and smiles at me. After writing down his address for me I leave and decide a hot shower would be the best now.

______

I'm done cleaning up my house and myself, when it's already 7.20. I curse under my breath and quickly get dressed. It's chilly outside and I settle with a thin white turtle neck and my favorite blue plaid skirt, short but beautiful. At the door I put on my black thigh highs and grab my purse and coat, finally leaving at 7.45. It's about 20 down to 21 Street so I hurry, still staying with the speed limit.

As I pull up to number 1813, I take in the house. It's matching the blue tones of my skirt, the lawn turning dry and a huge oak tree standing to the side. It's a cute one story house. I smile and step out, a cold breeze welcoming me. I pull on the coat and hug myself, walking up to his house. After knocking it only took him about a minute to open the door.

"Hey there." We share a hug and he leads me inside, taking my coat from me. I take off my boots, him clearing his throat and then moving from behind me toward a different room.

"Just follow the smell once you're done." He calls out and I look up to see where he's going. I grin and try to imagine Flip cooking a dinner. I walk toward the kitchen and stop in the doorway. He's stirring something in a pot, then goes over to grab a couple plates from a cabinet.

"Can I help?" I walk in further, smoothing down my skirt. He looks over, up and down my form only briefly and shakes his head.

"No need, I can manage. You can pick a drink and sit down in the dining room, right through that door." He nods ver to a different entry way and I open the fridge, looking through his options.

"Alright, you want a beer too?" He hums in response, tasting the sauce next and I try to peek but he points to the door, looking at me seriously.

"Okay okay, I'll leave." I raise my beer bottle filled hands in defence. Before going out the door I glance over my shoulder, his eyes on my bum, not realizing I caught him. I smirk and sway my hips more, leaving and sitting down at the round table in the room. I bite my lip, crossing my legs, running a hand over my exposed skin.

"Here we go." Flip enters, carrying two plates. Pasta with red sauce. I mean, it's nothing extraordinary but it doesn't have to be. It's a good dish and smells really good.

"Thanks, Flip, looks and smells amazing. Where have you been hiding your cooking talent all this time?" He chuckles, joining me across the table. We clink our bottles and start eating. My thigh high socks warm my feet and legs, it's really gotten cold out now. November is one of my favorite months.

"How was work, everything alright?" I ask, wiping my lips with a napkin and take another sip.

"Yeah, it's gotten more busy lately, though." He sighs, twirling more pasta on his fork. I just watch him for a moment, eating. I want to place another fork full into my mouth but it's too much sauce and splatters onto my white turtleneck. I groan, wiping my mouth and start dabbing at my shirt. But it's only getting worse. I hear him chuckle and watch me.

"Hey, that's not funny. Do you have dish soap?" He frowns, nodding though. "Excuse me for a second." I stand up and walk toward the kitchen. I make sure the door is fully closed and step up to the sink. I pull off my top, running some warm water over the spot. Then I look for the dish soap. Nowhere to be found. I want to groan again but start looking through the cabinets. Where does a man keep his cleaning supplies?

"Flip? Where is the dish soap?" I call out and hear his chair squeaking. I freeze, panicking. He'll see me in my bra- I block my chest with the wet top and shiver, the water cold against my bare skin. He walks inside and stops for a second, looking at my state. He clears his throat, hiding a smile and opens one of the upper cabinets, pulling out the dish soap from a shelf that I clearly could not have reached all by myself. Idiot.

"Here you go." He hands it to me and I smile tightly, trying to avoid eye contact. "Do you Want me to get you a shirt?" He asks, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His grin warms my face even more and I only nod.

"Thanks." I mumble and he pushes himself off, walking past me and toward his bedroom, I assume. I let out a breath and use the soap to quickly soak into the fabric, rubbing the spot together and running it under warm water again. I repeat that until there's only a very light shade of sauce, nearly gone. One time in the wash should get rid of the rest.

"Here you go." I flinch, turning around and accept his shirt. A black plaid shirt that I haven't seen on him before.

"Is this new?" I try to act casual, pulling it on and buttoning it up- but wrong. I groan and he pushes my hands down gently, redoing the buttons. His fingers grazing the skin of my stomach and chest. He apologizes quietly, focusing on the buttons. My heart races fast and at hope he doesn't feel it.

"There- and yes. It's a new one." I thank him again, tucking the shirt into my skirt on one side at the front. The sleeves are long and wide, covering my hands as well. "You want to sit on the couch?" I bite my lip, nodding at him. Before we move he steps closer and wraps his hands around my neck, my breath stuck in my throat. His fingers push out my hair that's stuck underneath the flannel. "Better."

He smiles down at me and walks past me, looking back to see if I'm following. I do. And sit down next to him. Right leg tucked underneath me and hands in my lap as I face him. "I like this one." I say, playing with the ends of the sleeves.

"Me too." I look back up, he's already watching me. "So what did you want to talk about?"

I knew this would be coming but I hoped he forgot. He's a detective. He doesn't forget anything. Maybe struggling to remember names sometimes but that's about it.

"I- uh, you know I just wanted to see how you're doing. I care about my- friends." He nods slowly, totally not buying my words.

"Well I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking." I nod, looking down at my lap, hoping he would let it go.

"How long, (Y/N)?" I meet his ganze, a sigh leaving his lips.

"What do you mean?" He shakes his head, chuckling and inching a little closer, his left hand over the back of the couch and right hand taking my left one, holding it and then gazing back up at me.

"How long are we supposed to keep this game going? I mean, it's fun, don't get me wrong. I love flirting with you and showering you with compliments but- you know, I think-"

"-it's time we take it a step further?" I conclude for him as he starts struggling with words. He nods, sighing with a smile. I take his big hand between both of mine, running my thumbs over his skin.

"Exactly." He adds, his voice calm and warm, like always. Another thing I love about him. I don't know what else to say so I lean my head closer, watching his lips and eyes, his own face leaning in. I close my lids and concentrate on his and my breath mixing. Soon our lips meet, gently and slow. My left hand going up around his neck, trying to sit closer to him. His hands hold onto my waist, lifting me up and setting me on his lap. I giggle against his lips and he chuckles, pulling me tightly against him. Our flannels rubbing together. He's still caressing my hips, digging his thumbs into my skin and hands cupping my bum. My skirt riding up with every movement. Soon his thumbs hook under the hem of my skirt and stay there for a moment. Our tongues fighting and tasting each other. My fingers running through his thick dark hair. His beard tickling my neck as his lips move from my mouth down to my neck. I hold his head and lean mine to the side slightly, giving him more space to play with. His breath is heavy and hot against my skin, his lips leaving a wet trail as he tries to move even lower, quickly opening the top two buttons of the flannel I'm wearing.

"Flip~" I whimper, his teeth pulling at my lower lip, hands back by my skirt, lifting it even further until the fabric is around my waist, panties exposed. My core tingles and I can't help and rock back and forth on his lap, glancing down and making out his hard member inside his pants. I unbutton my shirt even further and pull it off completely, his eyes glued to my every movement, cupping my breasts as soon as they are free. I still wear my bra but he's quick to unhook it and throw it to the side. Hands back on my breasts.

"Fuck." He says under his breath, kneading them and playing with my nipples. I inhale sharply as his teeth graze that soft skin. I try to take off my high socks but he grabs my hands, shaking his head at me, going back for a kiss. His hands now running up and down my thighs up to my ass.

I finally get to unbutton his flannel and he pulls it off, shirt following. I already try my best at opening his buckle but struggle, sighing and stopping the kiss to have a better look. He chuckles and helps me, pulling down the zipper too. I feel his fingers move around my bum and push my soaking panties to the side, teasing my lips and bud. I moan, moving my hips and palming him through his boxer briefs before freeing his member fully. I stroke it, his forehead now resting on my shoulder as he breathes deeply, small but low moans leaving his luscious lips every now and then.

And that's how we had sex for the first time.

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The next morning I wake up to low snoring, I smile before opening my eyes, glancing over at Flip's peaceful form. The blanket only covering his lower body. His bare chest falling and rising with every breath he takes. I reach out, pushing his hair back gently and watch him, covering myself with more blanket. I move closer to him, resting my head in his chest, fingertips dancing across his stomach. His breath calms down and he's sighing, still sleeping as I glance up to his eyes. I look back down and bite my lip, my fingers moving further down and pushing the blanket as I go. Soon I reach his member, lightly touching it. I lift myself off the sheets and move lower, parting his legs carefully and kneeling between them, I wet my lips and kiss his semi hard cock. I watch his face, twisting and moving. And when I finally take him whole into my mouth his eyes slowly open, hands gripping the sheets as he looks down, smirking and chuckling as he throws his head back against the pillow. I smile as I lick his penis, kissing the tip and running my hands along his abdomen, dragging my nails down. His muscles twitching underneath my touch.

"Good morning to you too." He mumbles, his voice still sounding way too tired. He rubs a hand across his face and the other one tangle ps in my hair, guiding me up and down at a pace he enjoys. His other arm is tucked behind his head and he looks relaxed. His breath is getting heavier, louder, turning into moaning. But suddenly he sits up, me following his movement as his wide eyes search for his alarm clock.

"6.30? Fuck-" He stumbles out the bed and nearly bumps into his dresser on the way to the bathroom. I didn't know he would be working today. Oops. The shower is running and I hear him exhale loudly, soon turning off the water again. I walk to the bathroom as he comes out, pulling out clothes from his drawers. I have to suppress a grin, holding a hand in front of my lips as I still see his hard member. He's trying to tuck it into his pants but I push his hands off, kneeling down.

"If you're late, ten more minutes won't be a problem." I say, his face twisting in frustration and he groans, pulling on his shirt and the black flannel I wore yesterday. I start my job, trying to make him release fast.

"Fuck, okay- this might work." He says, sounding more awake and guiding my head again, his head tilted back. He's pushing my head so far that I'm near tears, struggling to take a breath. The pace quickens and he's holding me down, groaning and twitching in my mouth, now loudly moaning and releasing his load down my throat. I hold onto his legs, hoping he'd let go soon so I could catch my breath. And that he does, I gasp and cough, wiping my mouth and swallowing down his cum. I wipe my eyes and smile up at him. I kiss his tip as he takes a couple deep breaths.

"No more- I need to get going." He tucks his member away, zipping up and buckling his belt. I stand up wiping some spit off my face. He stops and turns to me, pulling me into a hug. "You're incredible." He whispers into my hair, kissing my forehead. He steps around me and I follow him into the living room where he quickly covers me with a blanket from the couch. "Careful love- only I'm allowed to see you like that." He winks and I giggle, pulling it tightly around myself, watching him put on his boots. "I'll bring you lunch later." I say and he smiles, walking over and giving me another kiss, this time on the lips.

"Thanks, see you later." I wave and watch him leave, going to his car and driving off. I go into the kitchen and sigh as I see my stained shirt still laying there. I clean up his house as best as I can, taking a simple black short sleeve shirt from his drawers and get dressed. Before I leave I make sure he has dinner for tonight and write a quick note.

Thanks for last night, I loved it. Dinner is in the fridge, hope you like it. :)

I leave and take all with me that's mine, driving back to my place to make him some early lunch. I make sandwiches, grab an apple and a piece of my homemade chocolate cake that they didn't finish at the Halloween dinner.

Once I'm freshly showered and wearing new clothes, a sweater and my bell pants, I drive back to the station. It's now 11.30 am.

I walk into the office, a big smile on my face. Their conversation dies down as they see me and Flip stands up, taking my bags and pulling me into a hug, kissing my lips. I melt into his touch, stroking his cheek. Other hand holding his strong arm.

Once he lets go, he goes in for a second but brief peck on the lips.

"When did that happen?" We look over at a stunned Ron and smirking Jimmy who looked like he was waiting for it to happen.

"You owe me, Stallworth."

I ignore that our friends were betting on us and only look at Flip. "I made you lunch and brought you some cake as well."

"What about us? Are we getting no food no more?" Ron gasps, holding a hand over his heart.

"I don't know yet. Maybe you should ask Patrice." I raise a brow at him and Flip throws an arm around me, pointing at me.

"She's my personal chef now, none of yours. Get used to it. Comes with having a girlfriend, Stallworth." I look up at him. Slowly smiling.

"Girlfriend, huh?" He shrugs, smiling innocently and I ignore the comment he made about me. Instead I agree with him. Hugging him around his middle.

"He's right." I mumble into his flannel, loving his smell. I could fall asleep just like this. And just like that I won not only a man who I want to spend a lot of time with- no- I also gained a best friend. My Flip.

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[theashofwkm]

Real Life Romance

Summary: In which the horror play you decided to see ends up becoming a real-life romance.

Prompt: “50, 51, and 70 with Dark? I keep thinking about a slightly sweeter ‘a date with markipleir’ ending” by anon

50: “We’d make such a cute couple.” 51: “I want to take care of you.” 70: “This is why I fell in love with you.”

Warnings: I ignore the ADWM script?

Note: dark is not a very romantic boy, but he’s trying.

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“You really saved us back there,” Mark admits, hanging onto your shoulder as he laughs. “I thought the chef was going to skin us alive or something if we didn’t pay, thank you.”

“Well, I do like living, so I couldn’t not pay,” you tease lightly, shoving him off your shoulder. “But,” you continue, “you still owe me.”

“What is it this time?” he groans.

“Well... there is this small theater nearby and I heard that they’re playing this really good new horror play.” You look over at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“But you know I hate horror stuff,” he complains. “Do we have to?”

“Mhmm!” You inform cheerily, trying to tamper back your excitement as you drag him to the car.

“After you, Milady.” He opens the door for you in a flourish, still being a true gentleman.

On the drive over, he asks why your dates always go off from his sweetly planned one to a horror show.

You laugh nervously and tell him that you enjoy the fear, the feeling you get as your flight or flight response kicks in. He laughs and shakes his head, but continues to the small theater.

Thankfully, the popcorn ends up being complimentary. You let Mark hold the buttery carton while you try to tamp down your growing excitement.

The stage is empty. You are the only ones in the theater.

Mark disappears from your side and you drop the overexcited grin, settling it for something more akin to a smirk.

“Did you miss me?” Dark’s voice comes from the dark, layered and deep. He tilts his head to the side.

“Of course I did,” you scoff. Dark moves the two of you to a table, set with wine and food.

“Did you think I tricked Mark into coming here, to another horror thing, for fun?”

“Of course not,” Dark admits. “That’s why I fell in love with you,” he says offhandedly, referring to your manipulation of Mark.

You smile sweetly at him. “We’d make a cute couple, you know.” You take a slow sip of wine, keeping his gaze. “If only you asked me out.”

Dark hesitates, flexing his fingers. “That’s not necessary. It’s a useless label.”

“We practically are already,” You calmly argue. “We go on dates all the time.” A moment of silence, you pondering your next words, if they were too blunt and harsh. “If we were, I could stop going on dates with Mark.”

His brow twitches, I treat piqued before boredom returns. “You don’t,” He says, although you sense his interest and smell the bait he’s cast. “Your last date was six days ago.”

“Try two.” You stare at him harshly, challenging him to a staredown he doesn’t accept.

“Two?”

You lean back in the chair, metal back digging into your shoulder as you shift to sit at an angle. “If every date we went on ended in going to something horror related, he’d either be suspicious of what’s really going on, or he would have dropped me.”

Dark’s eyes glint. “He’s dangerous,” he warns, although not for the first time. It’s a common saying of his, one you’ve learned to tune out.

You raise an unimpressed brow — he never explained why, or how, just stated that fact as if it was common truth. A challenging statement hovers on your tongue before he tries a new tactic.

“I want to take care of you,” he says, mouth twisting at the sweet words coming from it. His hand ghosts against yours. “I do not wish to place you in any unnecessary danger.”

“So me dating Mark is less dangerous then me dating you?”

“I—” Dark clenches his fists, eyes narrowing at the way you’re using his own words against him.

You stifle your grin, leaning forwards and continue to argue your side. “You say that being near him is a threat. If I was officially dating you, I’d have you to protect me and I’d be nowhere near him.” You lean back, observing the way Dark’s face hardens, the way his eyes flash and his aura flickers. “Tell me again how he’s dangerous.”

“Fine.” He spits out the word begrudgingly. “You have a point.”

You cross your arms. “I thought I had several.”

He glares at you and for this moment, he hates how alike you are, how you won’t roll over and accept what he tells you. He sighs, dropping his gaze. He doesn’t mean it, that is why he fell in love with you.

“You do,” he admits. “It’s just... difficult to take that leap.”

You eye him harshly, not showing any mercy or softening the edge of the knife you fling at him. “I didn’t think that there was anything too difficult for the Darkiplier.”

His face hardens again, anger flashing through his eyes and swelling the red lines in his aura. You’re playing a dangerous game, tempting Dark like this, but you live a dangerous life.

It comes hand in hand when you’ve fallen for a demon.

“There isn’t,” he says frostily, with force, like mere words are enough to convince you when you have proof stating otherwise. You need more than his words and promises. You need him to act upon them.

You lean forwards, undeterred by the quadruple of Dark before you, the harsh look on his face that would make a lesser human run. “Prove it.”

“Fine.” He stands, warping the two of you to a cliff side effortlessly, smoothly.

The sudden change makes you stumble, scrambling to stand and you know he does it as payback for using his words against him, irritation slipping through his control.

You scan the environment, finding it gorgeous. Green grass sits beneath your feet, vibrant in a way that tells you you’re somewhere remote. The ocean sits before you, dark and glittering. It’s romantic, sweet, if not a little foreboding. But that’s how Dark did romance. And, really, you find joy in the danger, in the adrenaline of your fight or flight instinct being kicked into gear.

Pulling in a breath that shakes beneath the presses fabric of his suit, he takes a knee and grabs your hand. “Y/N,” he rumbles, peering up at you in a way that hitches your breath and your heartbeat, “will you do me the pleasure of becoming my partner?”

You hum, thinking of teasing him before deciding against it. You’d had to pull teeth, practically, to get him here and it isn’t something you want him to regret.

“That’s all I want,” you tell him, pulling him to stand so you can slot your mouth to his.

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[shining-red-diamond]

“The Circus Is In Town”

Words: 366

Pairing: Taeyong x Savannah (OC)

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

March 22, 2019. 2:07PM.

“The movie’s about to start, babe,” Savannah called to her husband, who was finishing making popcorn in the kitchen.

“I’m coming,” Taeyong called back.

Relaxing back into the sofa, she placed her hands gently over her five-month bump, and the fetus within her began kicking his or her feet against her womb. She giggled in surprise. Her and Taeyong’s child tended to kick and perform circus tricks at the most unexpected moments. If she was eating lunch, a foot rubbed by her ribs. If she would try to rest, a fist would nudge her in her lower abdomen. She could be having a conversation with someone else, and a knee would slide against his or her mother’s protective shield.

“What’s so funny?” Taeyong chuckled when he noticed his wife laughing. He set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and cuddled up next to her.

Savannah took his hand and placed it where she felt the baby’s movements. “The circus is in town again.”

Taeyong’s eyes glittered with excitement as he felt what he assumed was his child’s foot kicking his palm. “And it’s a trapeze performance,” he joked.

“Speaking of the circus,” Savannah said.

“Honey, please tell me you’re not still thinking about the wallpaper again,” her husband begged with a whine. They had been getting their child’s room fixed up and decided on wallpaper as part of the decorations. However, it was the wallpaper theme they couldn’t agree on. Taeyong wanted something simple like pastel or off white pinstripes, but Savannah wanted a circus theme.

“Taeyong, I think the circus one will be so cute,” she tried to sway his thoughts. “Since we’re not finding out the gender until I give birth, I think the circus one will be cute for either a boy or a girl.”

“I agree with you, but I don’t want it to have clowns and they end up scaring the baby.”

“The wallpaper doesn’t have clowns on it. Just circus animals.”

Taeyong sighed. “Well, I guess it’s alright then, but we’re not hiring clowns for their birthdays.”

“Deal,” Savanah giggled before snuggling up to her husband.

His hand rested on her bump through the entire movie.

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[dirty-bitz]

This could not go on my main account with the rest of the short stories about these two for so many reasons...mostly the smut. Definitely the smut. And my main accounts are linked to some stuff that I know parents show their kids, so, dirty stuff here where it can’t be found by innocent eyes.

I wrote this for @inkly-heart, and did write a lot more interaction between these characters on my other account. The stories that are not sexy are here. Dit is hers, and so much fun to write about.

Warning: Below the tag is blood, sex, and other stuff. Don’t read if you’re not into that.

“I’m done with humans,” Nim grumbled as she sat with a beer, her other arm draped over the back of the sofa. “Men, women, both, I’m done with them. Just absolutely done.”

Dit looked over at her, one eyebrow raised. She was dressed up nice, in a lavender button-down shirt and black jeans. The woman had put bobby pins in her hair and combed it, wearing black high heels instead of her usual hiking boots. Nim looked like she was ready to hit the town when he arrived. There was even a tiny bit of glitter on her lips, a soft pink lip gloss. She had genuinely put some time into her appearance. It was a good look for her.

But when he had asked, the human had waved it off. She had ordered out delivery, instead of cooking, and had gotten some of his favorites. Now she was having a beer and looked absolutely frustrated with everything. The Ditto couldn’t figure out what was going on.

“Done with humans, huh?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yep, done with them. Completely done. Stupid idiot, cancelling on me because of the triplets.”

Dit stayed quiet, letting her rant. It seemed like the easiest way to figure out what was going. And rant Nim did, sitting up and waving one hand animatedly as she spoke. The Ditto had to lean away a bit when she got particularly annoyed at one point. His expression was one of bemused confusion as he started to work out what was on his friend’s mind.

“Let’s talk, let’s get to know each other. Hey, you’re great, you want to go on a date after a few weeks of talking? Oh, you’re perfect, I can’t wait to go to dinner with you! Wait, you call the Riolu pups your kids? Oh, you know, let’s cancel dinner, I think you’re a different sort of girl than I thought,” Nim growled, clearly imitating what someone else had said to her. “Screw that. Yes, the triplets are like kids to me, anyone who has got a problem with that is not going to work.”

Ah…so Nim had been ready to go on a date, and the guy had said something about the kids. Or girl, Dit wasn’t sure since Nim hadn’t said the gender of her cancelled date and it sounded like she was into both. But the woman had gotten her hopes up, gotten ready to do something for herself, and then had them dashed.

No wonder she was ranting and had gone for a beer.

The Ditto gave her a little smile. “Well, I think you’re a good mom,” he told her. “The triplets love you, and it’s cool that you treat them like your kids.”

“Thanks, Dit,” she said before taking a long swallow of her drink. “But yeah, no, humans suck.”

“Gonna try Pokémon?” he asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

She snorted. “No, I’m not, no offense meant to you. I think I’m just…done with dating for a bit. Maybe I’ll just stick to hanging out with friends.”

“Oh yeah? Like who?”

Nim made a bemused sound. “Um…hmm…you’re here?” she said with a shrug. “I need to get out, but the last few times I’ve tried have not ended well. And it feels so strange being around my co-workers and stuff. They just…don’t get it.”

“The weird stuff you deal with?” Dit asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. The weird stuff. Having to round off my rough edges and be ‘normal’ around them.”

The Ditto had to laugh at that. Nim gave him a confused look until he explained. “You? Normal? Nah. Normal doesn’t work for you, lady, it really doesn’t.”

“Probably right,” Nim agreed.

Dit paused when he realized why she was so frustrated. It wasn’t just the date ditching her after Nim had gotten so into the idea of getting out for herself. The woman was still trying to cling to a sense of normalcy. She didn’t get much of that, not with who all she knew and what all the human did for them. What normal interaction Nim got from work just wasn’t enough.

“Where were you going tonight?” he asked after a moment.

Nim shrugged. “Does it matter? Plans got cancelled.”

“It does, where?” he repeated.

He listened as she said that it was <i>The Rayquaza</i>- a fancy club in the uptown area. That was a nice date indeed, no wonder she was bummed about missing that. It was definitely the sort of place the tattooed Pokémon trainer would go to from what little Dit knew of it. Not his sort of thing, he didn’t go for that, but he could see why Nim had gotten all dressed up. She could be classy at times, when she wanted to.

When the woman leaned her head back against the sofa again, he subtly shifted his clothes to black slacks and a pink button-down shirt, open to the second button. He decided to leave the cap on, and kept his shoes as they were. Then Dit elbowed Nim, who didn’t look up but did make a sound of protest. “Pinky, why are you elbowing me?” she grumbled.

“Because, we’re going out,” he said, prodding her again. “So set down that beer and call a taxi. The kids are out, you made plans, let’s get going.”

She blinked when she saw that he’d changed his clothes. “How did you- right, never mind, you’re a Ditto, I forgot that you can do that. Kind of late for the club…but the plan was to go see a movie after dinner and a bit of dancing. I still have the tickets.”

“Movie then, we already ate dinner,” Dit told the woman.

Nim smiled when he got up, offering her a hand. The Pokémon trainer easily helped her to her own feet, even with the heels. Dit then shook his head when she reached for her cane. Instead, he offered her his elbow. There was no need for that tonight, he was going to spoil his friend like her date should have.

“This is nice,” she told him as she leaned on him a bit. “Thank you, Dit.”

“So, what movie are we heading out to see?” he asked curiously.

“A midnight showing of an old classic,” she said. “It’s a silly monster movie, and I’m not even sure there will be many people. It was supposed to be…y’know…the sort of fun movie where you can laugh and whisper to the person beside you. Maybe even kiss a bit if your date is feeling naughty.”

Dit grinned. “And you’re still going to have some fun, lady,” the trainer promised. “We’re going to have a good time.”

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The movie was as ridiculous as he thought it would be, and the theater was as dead as Nim had expected it to be. But it was nice to share popcorn and point out the obvious plot holes in the film. Dit hadn’t even known this old theater showed films like this late at night on the weekends.

When the ending credits rolled, he glanced over at Nim. She was relaxed and clearly having a great time with him. “This was fun,” he told her with a grin.

“It was, thanks for coming with me,” she replied. “Oof…how is it already two in the morning?”

Dit made sure that she got home alright, and was pleasantly surprised when Nim invited him to stay. The guest bedroom wasn’t made up, though, so she offered the Pokémon trainer her own room. “I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said with a shrug when he asked where she was planning on spending the night.

He gently caught her hand when Nim went to leave. “Hey, you should sleep in your own bed.”

Nim wrapped her fingers around his when he went to leave the room instead. “C’mon, it’s big enough for two if you don’t mind,” the woman told him with a smile.

The Ditto chuckled when Nim left to get changed into her pajamas. His was easier- he just shifted his clothes to a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. When Nim got back with extra pillows, dressed in her comfortable flannel pajamas, she found he’d already pulled the blankets back and closed the curtains so that the sun wouldn’t bother them in the morning.

“We are sleeping in a bit, lady, I know your Pokémon have everything they need to manage breakfast just fine,” he told her before sitting on the edge of the bed.

When Nim laid down, Dit tucked the blankets over both of them. He rubbed her shoulders and smiled when the human visibly relaxed. Dit scootched closer to use both hands, making Nim sigh. “Oooh that’s nice,” she told him. “Got shoulders as hard as a Graveler’s, lady, you need to take more time for yourself,” he teased.

“My bad,” Nim said sheepishly. He stopped after a few moments, rolling over so that his back was facing hers. “Sleep well, Nim. You definitely need it.”

“You too, Dit,” she murmured sleepily.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Pokémon trainer woke up the next morning to find that he was the big spoon, one arm draped over the waist of the other warm body in the bed. His hand had found her chest in the night, cradling the woman in bed with him close against his own body. Pleasant curves were pressed alongside him, even if they were clothed. And he definitely liked where his hand was at the moment. He made a soft sound before nuzzling his face into the hair tucked beneath his chin. It smelled good.

Then he paused when he realized it was the tropical perfume she wore, mingled with the coconut shampoo that Nim liked so much. Dit understood very quickly what an awkward position he was in. Right, the Ditto had been beside his friend the night before, they fell asleep in the same bed. Now he was awake with his hand groping the tattooed trainer in a very inappropriate place. Nim had made it clear many times they were just friends. Did he pretend not to be awake, or did he dare try to move away without waking her up?

Nim made a soft, sleepy sound. “You awake?” she asked, moving one hand to cover his before he could try to get away.

Busted. He nodded, surprised at the tenderness of her gesture. It seemed someone had liked him getting handsy in his sleep. Dit paused only a moment before giving her breast a light squeeze, nuzzling his face into her hair again with a soft sound. Nim didn’t smack him away or protest. If anything, she snuggled a bit closer to his body. It felt like her hand over his was encouragement instead of to stop him.

“When was the last time anyone did this for you?” he asked softly, his other hand sliding under her side to wrap around her stomach. He was holding the woman close to him, still lightly massaging her chest since Nim wasn’t complaining or asking him to stop.

“Held me close first thing in the morning, treating me like I was someone precious and sexy?” Nim said with a snort. “Oh hell, it’s been a while, Dit.”

He made a sound of annoyance for her sake before letting his hand stray down. Nim arched against him when the Ditto’s fingers reached between her legs, gasping a bit. “Hmm! Hey, whoa,” she said with a shaky laugh.

“Want me to stop?” Dit whispered in her ear. “I would if you want me to. I respect you, and I respect your decisions for your body. But when was the last time someone made you feel special? Feel desired? When were you last treated like a queen?”

“It’s been years,” she confessed, still pressed against him as he used his fingers to rub her crotch through the fabric of her clothes. “Ah! Ohhh that’s nice…hmm…don’t stop?”

Dit placed a gentle kiss behind her ear before letting his hands and mouth wander. He soon had Nim purring and wriggling against him, clearly aroused. She made a plaintive sound when he got up to make sure the door was locked. Then he slipped back under the covers with her, smiling at the woman. “Don’t worry, I’m not getting out of this bed again until you’ve gotten your fill of attention or noon, whatever comes last. So what do you like, hmm?” he asked as one hand found its way under her shirt.

“That,” Nim agreed with a sigh, arching into his hand. “Definitely that.”

The Pokémon trainer chuckled as he undid the buttons of her flannel pajama top with his other hand. “How does such a great lady go so long without having some fun?”

“A trust thing, I suppose,” Nim replied as he regarded her exposed curves beneath his spread fingers. “I just…haven’t really found anybody. It’s weird to think of having sex with someone who doesn’t know whole parts of your life. Then after the accident…finding someone willing to be careful of a disabled partner during fun stuff.”

Dit smiled at her when she paused. He could tell what was on her mind as he gently lifted her left leg up to his hip, leaving her less flexible right leg lying flat on the bed still. It was an intimate position that pressed them together in all the right places without putting stress on her, and he shifted out of his clothes as he spoke. “I’m nothing if not gentle, unless you want rougher,” he purred as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips.

Nim made a startled sound before leaning into it. She even wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his thick hair. When his mouth moved from hers down to her throat and the sensitive crook of her neck, just above her shoulder, the woman pressed against him with a needy whine. Dit grinned when she felt just how much he was enjoying the moment, Nim giggling like a teenager. “Happy to see me?” she asked playfully.

“Very,” he agreed, sliding one hand down to her waistband before slipping his fingers under it, easing the fabric down. “I’d love to see more of you.”

The Ditto had gotten her out of her pants and was using his fingers when Nim flinched slightly, sitting up a bit. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, moving his hand back.

“A reminder of why I pretty much gave up on sex with others,” she said quietly.

“Talk to me, what’s up? Got problems down there, too?” Dit prompted as he sat beside her, cradling Nim on his lap. He genuinely wanted her to have a good time, he could tell his friend needed it. And he himself was also really getting into the idea of having some fun with her.

Nim nodded, explaining. She had several health problems even before being hit by a car- and one of them was an issue where she’d clench up painfully if she wasn’t extremely ready. The woman had partners leave in frustration because they didn’t have the patience for what some people dismissed as a fake issue entirely.

Dit thought it over for a moment before grinning. Well, she had a lot stacked against her, but that wasn’t a bad thing at all. The Ditto knew what he was doing and was genuinely interested in showing her how nice things could be. “I can be patient with you,” he reassured her, gently fondling the woman’s breasts and kissing her neck. “More foreplay is not a bad thing.”

The Pokémon knew what he was doing. He’d been told many times before that he was great in bed- as he should be, all things considered. Dit started with one finger, slowly and carefully prepping the woman with lube from her bedstand to make sure it didn’t hurt. His other hand was at her breasts and stomach, focusing the sensitive areas he had seen were good for her. Nim was all gasps and moans, tense against him as he focused on her pleasure. The Ditto loved hearing how she groaned his name. Seeing her toes curl in delight and knowing that was all because of him was nice, too.

When Nim was good and ready, he shifted their positions so that she was laying on the bed, her head and shoulders propped up with pillows. Dit used one other trick to make sure he didn’t hurt her- he was a Ditto masquerading as a human, he could change anything about himself. Normally folks wanted bigger, but in this instance, he started smaller as he slid between her thighs. They could work their way up to what was most comfortable for the woman. Nim whimpered his name as he pressed himself within her, nails scratching at his back. He was going to have some lovely reminders of this later.

“Is that good?” he whispered in her ear. “Still doing alright?”

She nodded, nuzzling his neck. “Very,” Nim murmured.

Patience was a virtue, and when it came to good sex, Dit had it. He was more than happy to go slow with Nim, being everything she needed. It amused him to see that she definitely liked a very decent size when it was done right and didn’t cause her pain. The Ditto was sensitive to where her body usually hurt, taking care not to put pressure on her right leg or move it in a way that would cause her distress. There were plenty of positions to try that didn’t need her to use that leg much. He was having fun with this go-slow method, too, it felt good. There was time to enjoy things as he made his friend shout his name. He liked being in charge in the bedroom, and Nim had definitely given control of the situation over to the Ditto when he proved he could be the lover she needed.

It was quite honestly a very good time indeed. Dit made certain that they both got what they needed, Nim coming before he did, before happily cuddling with her in the afterglow. The fun stuff didn’t stop just because they’d both gotten good sex- snuggling together afterward was almost as good as the main event. He drew a little scrolling symbol on her stomach below her chest as they nestled together in the rumpled sheets. Both of them were sweaty, tired, but very satisfied.

“Bloody hell,” Nim said with a chuckle. “That was…wow.”

Dit kissed her neck, smiling as he spoke against her skin. “Told you it’d be fun, Nim.”

She giggled, wriggling down further under the blankets with him. “You definitely did,” the human agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good. Did you enjoy that, too?” He nodded before peppering her shoulders with kisses. “I had fun, Nim, that was good.”

Nim made a happy little sound at that. Dit snuggled his face into her hair and exhaled deeply. The two of them soon were sound asleep once more, exhausted from such an intense romp together.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When Dit woke up again because Nim was stirring beside him, he saw that there was a tray with fast food bags and several bottled sodas on it. There was food he liked as well as things he knew Nim enjoyed. His best guess was that Lewis had been well aware of their activities, ordered food, and let himself into the room just long enough to drop it off before locking the door behind him again. Lots of protein and sugar, just what the two of them needed.

“How do you feel about lunch and round two?” the Ditto asked with a grin as he brought the tray over to the bed.

Nim sat up, her hair mussed and a big smile on her face. “How could I say no to that?” she asked playfully.

He grinned as he sat beside her once more. It was a bit odd to think that he and Nim had gotten so caught up in the moment like that. But at the same time…Dit liked it. The Pokémon had fun with his human body, while Nim had been in sore need of something good. “Where do we stand, lady?” he asked as he fondly brushed some of her hair away from her face.

The woman paused as she unwrapped her lunch. “You know, I was wondering the same thing,” she said softly. “Where are we at? I adore you, you’re an amazing friend, and what we did together was fantastic. But is dating really a thing either of us does seriously? And I wouldn’t call what we have love, not in a dating relationship sort of way. Not like…with the intent to marry.”

“Friends with benefits,” Dit offered, gesturing with his burger. “Our usual friendliness and stuff, but when you need some attention and we’re both in the mood…”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Nim chuckled. She tilted her head and smiled fondly back at him. “You know? That’s not a bad idea at all, Pinky.”

The Ditto gave her a light kiss. “Less talking, more eating lunch.”

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Round two had been just as much fun, though not nearly as intense. Afterwards they had cuddled together under the showerhead in the warm water. Dit liked the aftercare of washing with a partner. Both he and Nim were handsy under the pretense of soaping up, taking the time to explore the other’s body. The Ditto took note of every scar his hands found, his fingertips tracing them. Nim had a veritable constellation of healed wounds on her soft curves.

“That tickles,” she told him.

He wrapped both arms around the woman, drawing her close. “Be careful, alright?” Dit asked her softly.

Nim nodded as she leaned on him trustingly. The Ditto found it was so easy to kiss and let his hands roam even in the shower when she so willingly put herself in his arms. The tattooed woman made such lovely sounds when she was touched. Both were easily distracted when he started to show more interest than just light petting.

The water was almost cold by the time they were satisfied and had cleaned up again.

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dit smiled as they snuggled on the sofa for a movie after taking care of both their Pokémon teams. Nim leaned against him, while he had his arm around her shoulders. Lucas looked mildly unnerved at the change in their behavior. The Lucario was an empath and had been able to tell that something was going on when Lewis insisted he stay outside in the barn until Nim came to get them. Nim hadn’t felt distressed, though he could tell that there was a lot of emotion, so he had listened to the Haunter.

But now he had a good idea of what had been going on in that bedroom.

It became all the more apparent as the two trainers playfully fed each other popcorn and Dit leaned in to give Nim a kiss on the cheek. Lucas gave them a horrified look before turning to Lewis. What on earth had happened? Last he remembered, his mother had been getting ready for a date, been stood up, and had gone to the theater with Dit instead. That surely hadn’t become a genuine date?

“Relax, we’re still just friends,” Dit told Lucas when he realized that the Lucario had been staring. “…with benefits. Lots of benefits. Very nice benefits.”

Nim playfully smacked his stomach with her arm. “Dit!” she protested with a giggle.

“You have very nice benefits,” he told her with a grin.

She snorted with laughter at that as she leaned against his shoulder. The Ditto hadn’t realized just how much she needed positive interaction and good things like sensual touch. Lately, aside from her team and family, everyone had been trying to hurt her when it was contact. Well, aside from when he would do little things, like holding Nim’s hand for a few moments or getting cuddly when he was on pokénip.

That had to have been building up. A good tumble in the sheets had been exactly the sort of positive outlet the other Pokémon trainer had needed. Dit was perfectly fine with being the one to give it to her. She was a good friend and really fun in bed when her partner was aware of her problems. It had been a good time, getting creative.

Lucas just stared, not sure what to make of it. But even he could tell that Nim was in a much better mood. It was just weird to think that Nim and Dit had done…<i>that</i>…with each other. Lewis elbowed him lightly before gesturing that he should watch the movie instead of worrying about their friend and trainer. Nim was a big girl, she knew what choices to make for herself. And the Haunter got the feeling this one had actually been a very good decision, unlike constantly throwing herself in harm’s way.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dit had come over for dinner and a good time when the male Mewtwo, who Nim and the others called MT, arrived in his preferred illusion of humanity. The big Pokémon looked perplexed at how bubbly and happy the tattooed trainer was as she worked in the kitchen. “What did you do?” he asked the Ditto slowly.

He grinned. “She’s doing better, isn’t that enough? Trust me, you probably don’t want to know more than that.”

MT raised one brow. He was about to ask just what the other Pokémon meant when Nim poked her head through the kitchen doorway. “Hey, dinner is almost ready- oh, hi, MT. How are you?”

“Good, you seem to be in high spirits,” he said after a moment.

“It’s a good day,” Nim agreed with a smile. “Here for a sparring match to clear your head a bit?”

He nodded, still looking very confused by the situation. Dit waited until he thought the Mewtwo was in the downstairs training room to catch Nim by the hips, pulling her close to him when she laughed. “And I’ll help you de-stress again later,” he promised, giving her rear a light smack. “Go take care of your friend.”

Nim made a delighted sound at that, perking up. She was about to respond when she realized that MT had come back upstairs for something and seen Dit flirt with her. The big Mewtwo had a very confused and semi-horrified look on his face when he realized what he had just witnessed.

“Are you two-” he started to ask.

“MT, you probably don’t want to know,” Nim said with an amused smile. “I’ll meet you downstairs, ok?”

The Mewtwo glanced at her, obviously having a mental conversation with Nim which Dit was not part of. The woman chuckled after a few moments and rolled her eyes, making a shooing gesture. MT gave Dit a little glare before going downstairs. Now he had a new string of concerns regarding the Ditto that he’d never thought would cross his mind.

“What was that about?” Dit asked Nim.

“Wanting to know if you were a gentleman and listened, yada yada,” Nim explained. “Protective family questions.”

“He’d gut me if I wasn’t,” the Pokémon trainer mused. “Not to mention anyone on your team, particularly Lewis.”

Nim made an amused sound as she gave him a kiss to the cheek. “You’re not wrong. See you in a bit, let me know when the timer goes off?”

He nodded, humming as he kept an eye on everything in the oven. The fixings were there for a lovely dinner- fries and a pan of berry bars in the oven, burger patties in the fridge to be cooked on the stove, and a really nice salad to go with everything. Nim had even gotten vanilla ice cream to make sundaes out of the berry bars.

...with pokénip, he could smell it from the baking treats already. Very naughty cuddles after dinner it was.

When Nim was done training with MT and working him through what was on his mind, she came back upstairs and sat down at the table with a tired sigh. “Lots of team family stuff?” Dit asked with a chuckle.

“Yup,” she agreed.

He waited until MT was gone to rub her shoulders, nuzzling her hair affectionately. “You didn’t tell me you put pokénip in the berry bars,” the Ditto said with a grin. “Naughty.”

“I know you like the stuff,” Nim replied, chuckling.

“I do, and you’re just going to have to sit and be cuddled until dinner is done because of it,” Dit told her.

The woman laughed out loud as Dit promptly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the back of her hair. “You know, Dit, I never took you for a flirty romantic.”

“I can be,” he purred.

“Get a room!” Lewis teased as he came through the wall. “Eeeew.” “No, that’s after dinner,” Dit managed to say with a straight face.

To be fair, they actually just ended up cuddling in Nim’s bed after dinner. Both of them were too relaxed and full from such a good meal to be properly horny. Kisses, snuggling, and back rubs was good enough to help them both wind down and fall asleep.

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So let me get this straight,” Lewis said. “Friends with benefits, but only when you guys both really could use it. Some days there’s not even any hugs or hand holding?”

“Yep,” Dit agreed as he ate his lunch.

The Haunter tilted his head, mulling it over. “That actually makes sense. Honestly, I’m surprised Nim didn’t go for it sooner, she really has had terrible luck with dating.”

“We didn’t exactly have many opportunities to end up sleeping in the same bed together for me to get unintentionally handsy,” the Ditto reminded Lewis. “Was not even my plan, I just like warm bodies and went for the nearest one in my sleep.”

Lewis lightly poked Dit in the shoulder. “Well, I never would have seen this one coming, but you know what? Nim is doing a helluva lot better. So…thanks. Whatever you’re doing, it’s appreciated.” “Human bodies are fun. Like others, people need affection. They’re not usually wired to be alone. Having a bunch of failed dates who didn’t understand her had to be hard,” Dit said. “And don’t get me started on how toys just don’t cut it. They’re fun, yeah, but it’s not the same as the warmth of a person who is enjoying what you’re doing together.”

“Makes sense,” Lewis said. “Just gotta remind ya, hurt her and I’ll gut ya, yada yada yada. Friend stuff.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Dit reassured him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dit made an amused sound as he cuddled with his friend in the grass. They’d had a Pokémon battle under the stars, then found a quieter, more secluded place to enjoy the adrenaline rush of a good fight. He had one arm acting as a pillow for her head, allowing him to stroke her hair as well, and his other hand was just lightly running along her body.

“Did not expect we’d ever end up having fun like this when we met,” he said slowly. “But also not complaining.”

She giggled, and was about to say something when they heard voices. “I’m telling you, I saw a major Pokémon battle this way,” the first voice said.

“It had better be worth the trek out here,” the second replied.

Nim made a frustrated sound. “Team Rocket goons, you think?” she asked Dit. “Probably,” he grumbled, shifting into clothes as he rose to his feet.

The woman groaned, then frantically dove for her clothes when she heard the footsteps nearby. “Crap, I am not having a Pokémon battle starkers!” she muttered.

Dit snickered at that as Nim hid in a nearby bush to get dressed. “Cute, lady,” he called out to her before squaring off against the pair from Team Rocket.

Nim had managed to get shoddily dressed, joining him a few moments later. She then managed to distract one with her use of Aura as a weapon, allowing Dit to easily dispatch the other. When he realized that his partner had been killed, the second goon tried to run. But the Ditto was not having that. He easily killed the other of the duo, standing with his legs spread in an aggressive stance as blood dripped from his clawed hands. Then he tilted his head and gave Nim the grin that so many found disconcerting.

“Now, where were we?” he asked as he reached for her. The woman snorted, skipping back. “Eeew! Dit, you are not getting cuddles until you wash up, no blood cuddles for you.”

“Awww, am I not handsome?” he asked as he raised one bloody hand to his cheek, reaching out to her with his claws.

That made the trainer roll her eyes. “Dit, seriously, gross! No bloody sex.”

“No more sex?” he asked in mock horror.

“Not what I meant and you know it,” Nim told him, hands on her hips.

He smirked, giving her the once-over. She looked good with her shirt mostly un-buttoned and her pants barely on her hips. The Ditto then gave a fake sigh. “If you insist,” he said with a pout.

“I do, no blood,” she said firmly.

The Pokémon trainer chuckled and shrugged. “Come on, let’s clean up this mess. But I expect more cuddles later, lady.”

Nim gave him a smile at that. “Good, because I was enjoying cuddling under the stars. Eeew, this is a mess, alright. You must have hit a few main arteries here, my friend.”

Dit grinned, sneaking a playful kiss to her cheek when Nim turned away. She squeaked, then rolled her eyes. “Dit!” Nim protested. “How can you be horny after that?”

“Pretty easily,” he mused as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Gets the blood pumping and all.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Nim and Dit squared off against each other, each holding a pokéball. It was to be a one-on-one stress relief match. They needed a good fight every once in a while as much as a romp in the sheets. The Ditto respected Nim as a trainer, loving the challenge she proved to be. Win or lose, it was always a fantastic fight.

“You ready for this?” he asked with a smirk.

“Bring it, Pinky,” the woman replied with a determined grin of her own.

The Ditto had never imagined when they first met that they’d become friends. He certainly would never have expected how their relationship had changed. But it was good. Neither of them expected anything of the other, just the friendship they had made. The sex was nice, but Nim never judged that he had other partners or expected him to be monogamous, just as he didn’t expect it from her. It was just nice to burn off some tension in a way aside from a Pokémon battle.

…not that he wasn’t looking forward to a good fight.

“I don’t think you’re ready,” Dit teased. “Prove it, lady.”

Nim chuckled. “Oh, you asked for it.”

Considering Dit had tried to kill her several times in the early days of their relationship, things were pretty good now. And Nim offered as much a challenge as she always did. They might have been having fun in bed, but neither was about to go easy on the other when it came to a good Pokémon battle.

Just the way he liked it.

[chaotic-bells]

50 questions you’ve never been asked.

Yey! Thanks @ijustkeepondancing​ for the tag! It’s currently 4AM and I can’t sleep, so this is great.

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? Black

2. a food you never eat? I love fish, but I almost never eat it, mostly because I still haven’t found a good place to buy that’s close to my house, and I’ll be honest... I miss Brazilian river fish. Kind of tired of the eternal cod/hake/salmon that’s pretty much everywhere in Ireland. Now, if you’re asking about what I never eat because I hate it... rhubarb comes to mind. Or anything that’s too bitter. Oh, also anything that’s too spicy. I don’t mind pepper - as long as you can taste the other flavors in the food. If it’s too hot it kind of ruins the whole thing. (I’m passionate about food. I could go on, seriously)

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?  I usually run too warm, and I love the cold, so I am the weirdo at the office that has a usb chargeable mini fan turned on during winter.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? sleeping. Then i woke up because my allergy decided to act up and now i can’t sleep again. it’s 4AM. This tag game saved my night from tossing and turning, so thanks.

5. what is your favourite candy bar? Snickers.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yeah. not my thing.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Meu princepezinho” (my little prince in portuguese). To my cat. In an annoying baby voice. While I covered him in kisses. Yeah, I’m one of those. To my defense, he likes it and kisses back (he pushes his face against my cheek) and turns belly up while purring. You try to resist him.

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Strawberry, at least for now. Love mint choc chip, or cherry.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. do you like your wallet? ooh yeah. It’s this one from Killstar, that my friends gave me for my 30th birthday. I love it.

11. what was the last thing you ate? Dinner - I made steak, sauteed mushrooms and roast potato. It was delicious.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope. i haven’t bough clothes since mid January. 

13. the last sporting event you watched? the virtual F1 Liam participated. I was gonna watch anyway cause F1 is probably the only sport I watch, but I thought it was such a fun idea since everything was cancelled. And then I saw Liam was in it and I got really excited for him! 

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? If freshly popped, butter with a dash of tabasco, if store bought, sweet and salty.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? Does whatsapp count? My friend, with a link for the Secret Celebrity RPDR teaser. She is addicted to RPDR, and I am extremely curious about which celebrities will be in drag. I think it can be fun.

16. ever go camping? Probably. Can’t remember.

17. do you take vitamins? No

18. do you go to church every sunday? No

19. do you have a tan? No. I try to stay away from the sun as much as I can.

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? Pizza

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? No

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? Black.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive

24. what terrifies you? Ocean and heights

25. look to your left, what do you see? Bedside table and my makeup desk which is currently transformed as my temporary office.

26. what chore do you hate? Cleaning - just everything about it. However, I am very allergic to dust mite (hence being up at 4AM, almost 5 now), and I have to constantly clean everything.

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? well, depends on what they’re saying. lol

28. what’s your favourite soda? any lemon/lime ones like Sprite or 7Up.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? I don’t drive, so drive-thru is not really an option.

30. who’s the last person you talked to? My ex-husband (we live together)

31. favourite cut of beef? Picanha.

32. last song you listened to? Juke Joint Blues, by Justin Johnson. If you like blues, check him out on YouTube. One of my favorite guitar players. He’s so good.

33. last book you read? Uh, it’s actually been a while. I think it was The Rosary Girls (Richard Montanari)?

34. favourite day of the week? Don’t really have one

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? I can barely say it the right way. I definitely need to go over the whole thing if I want to remember the order of certain letters (like if I’m looking into something that’s ordered alphabetically, I need to go... KLMNOP - ok, so O is before). *shrugs*

36. how do you like your coffee? cold and sweet

37. favourite pair of shoes? my glitter wedge. it’s multicolored glitter, so it’s like a freaking rainbow. (these are the exact ones. It’s from Asos, but I think they stopped selling it).

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? Usually midnight or 1AM

39. at what time do you normally get up? 07:30

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunrise - not the rise itself, but that half an hour just before it gets bright that still feels it’s night.

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2.

42. describe your kitchen plates. Really? White, round. No border.

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Depends on my mood. Probably tequila.

44. do you play cards? Yes

45. what colour is your car? White and red. Looks like this:

46. can you change a tire? Despite the fact that I don’t drive - yes. That’s been tested when I was on the road with my boss at 3AM and she was driving like a lunatic in a road that was more holes than actual road and she destroyed the tire and made me change it.

47. what is your favourite province? Province? Where?

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? My current one - IT

49. how did you get your biggest scar? I don’t have many anymore. I used to have a pretty big one on my leg. My grandmother was lifting something, there was a piece of glass stuck to the bottom of it and it fell straight into my leg when she walked close to me. The scar was like... 15cm long, but it disappeared as I grew older. 

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? Does work count? I brought a hotel’s website back to life. Client was very happy.

This is a pretty long game, so I’ll just tag @whatagreatproblemtohave​ but please feel free to jump in and answer these if you think you’ll have fun!!

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