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The Arrangement (Epilogue)

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: I’m not telling, you’ll have to read it

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: absolutely none, just teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: It’s finally HERE you guys! That word count might explain why it took so long, but I figured nobody would complain about a lengthy epilogue. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!!!

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anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the drabble thing could you do “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore." for tree bros. If it's not to much to ask, that is.

This is probably ooc, but I hope you enjoy it!


Contrary to popular belief, Connor Murphy is not, in fact, the worst kid in school.

Sure, there was the whole Mrs. G/printer fiasco in second grade, but, aside from that isolated incident, Connor hasn’t done much that would label him as a bad kid. He turns in his homework on time, he does well on tests, and he doesn’t talk to people in class. Well, that last part is less because he’s a good kid and more because he doesn’t have any friends to speak of and so doesn’t have anyone to speak to in class, but still. He doesn’t get into fights. Not really. Connor’s shoved a kid or two in his grade, but that’s always just been in response to someone being an asshole to him, and he shouldn’t get in trouble for standing up for himself. But he does.

Not that he even has to stand up for himself much; there aren’t even that many kids who dare to bother him since he shoved that one kid in the parking lot and the kid ended up with a broken ankle. Which wasn’t Connor’s fault—how was he supposed to know the kid was going to lose his balance and take a dive off the edge of the pavement? And isn’t it the school’s fault that they built the parking lot right beside a ditch so if someone trips or is gently pushed they’ll fall straight into the ditch? But, Connor digresses. The only kids who really bother him are the few brave souls desperate enough to be considered cool that they’re willing to bother the school’s resident psychopath, and even they have started laying off of him recently. Connor guesses everyone’s started in on the kids even lower on the middle school food chain than him.

Which brings us to now, when Connor’s standing outside the boys’ restroom in the science wing, listening to Evan Hansen’s stuttering explanation of why he doesn’t have any lunch money to give whatever dipshit cornered him in the bathroom peppered with an obscene amount of apologies. Seriously, this kid is apologizing a lot for someone who’s being harassed.

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I’m going to go with injury for this one! And a hint of Klance because I have no chill. 

When Keith stumbled during training, his ankle twisted awkwardly, and he fell to the ground with a sharp hiss.

He desperately called out for an end to the simulation he was fighting just before the robot swung a blade down on him.

The slightest jostle of his ankle left him wincing, but soon enough, he was positioned with his legs stretched out in front of him. He carefully tugged his pant leg up, and he could see the swelling and feel the heat without even removing his shoe. 

“Fuck,” he spit out, hands hovering above the obvious sprain, but when he heard footsteps echoing from the hall, he swallowed down the nausea stemmed from the pain and struggled to his feet just as Lance and Shiro walked in.

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Getting head from Shawn would include...
  • Shawn begging for it [ “Pleeeeease, baby. Just a taste?” ]
  • Him suckling the base of your neck to show you just what his mouth can do
  • You feeling unsure about the whole thing…
  • Just the slightest bit self conscious about the thought of having such a beautiful face between your thighs
  • Him reminding you that he thinks you’re perfect, in every way
  • And that he wants to pleasure you in every way, especially like this…
  • You eventually feeling comfortable enough to allow him
  • And him laying you down on a soft, warm bed 
  •  Watching Shawn crawl down your body slowly until his head is level with your core
  • Having your legs spread slowly and gently, and feeling the cool air of the bedroom spread across your warmth
  • Feeling that little tingle of goosebumps breaking out across the inside of your thighs
  • Shawn commenting on the moist spot spreading across the center of your thong, purely from your anticipation
  • “Love it when you wet your panties for me, baby.”
  • “Sexiest fucking thing in the whole wide world.”
  • Being teased as Shawn blows gently against the fabric
  • And bites down into his bottom lip as he watches your back arch at the sensation
  • Being licked through the fabric
  • Ever so gently, from your entrance to your hardening clit
  • Having your clit sucked through the fabric
  • And your eyes shutting hard as you gasp
  • You changing your tune so that you’re begging him now
  • “Please, please don’t tease me, Shawn.”
  • Shawn’s little smirk as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your thong
  • Having your panties pulled down nice and slow
  • Then thrown somewhere over his shoulder
  • Shawn settling back into you, his mouth hovering over your bare skin this time
  • That first lick against your pussy
  • And the way his tongue slides right down into your folds
  • Him taking his time at first
  • And slowly tonguing the full length of your slit
  • Shawn moaning against your sex
  • And telling you that you have the “best tasting pussy in the whole world.”
  • Him sliding first one, then two fingers inside
  • Then having the pace suddenly switched up on you
  • Shawn french kissing the pussy like his life depends on it
  • Getting wild, sloppy head
  • Feeling his long fingers pumping in and out of you smoothly
  • As he grabs your hands with his free hand and slides your fingers into his thick hair
  • Shawn asking you to let loose for him [ “Come on, use my mouth. Get what you need.” ]
  • You taking advantage of that
  • Pulling his hair hard enough to make him hiss a bit
  • And throwing caution to the wind, letting your hips roll up against his tongue
  • The little spank he gives to the inside of your thigh
  • And the hungry slurping sounds he makes as he devours you
  • His spit adding to your wetness and dripping down the inside of your thighs
  • You feeling completely uninhibited as you feel a strong orgasm bubbling up from deep inside
  • You letting him know, in babbled words, that you can’t hold it much longer [ “Fuck, Shawn. FuckfuckfuckI’mgonnacum.” ]
  • Your thighs starting to clamp around his ears involuntarily
  • And your walls starting to clamp around his fingers
  • Shawn forcing your legs back open so that you can get the full benefit of his mouth on you when you cum
  • His large hands pinning your hips to the mattress
  • And an orgasm ripping through you so hard your back snaps up from the mattress 
  • Shawn growling as you gasp
  • And him continuing to massage you through your peak with his mouth
  • You getting too sensitive to take any more
  • And then pulling him away from you by his hair
  • Shawn letting you catch your breath for a second
  • While peppering gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs
  • Him looking up at you with big, loving eyes
  • As he mutters, with awe: “Shit, love. I wanna do that for you every single day, okay?”
  • You pulling him up by his ears as you giggle
  • And the two of you cuddling until the feeling returns to your toes ;)

anonymous asked:

Could you do bastion revealing that he could talk this whole time, he just prefered not to?

Bastion my smol son~


It was another painfully early morning in the Overwatch base. Tired heroes were littered all through out the food hall. Some drawling into their coffee, some sleepily talking over food.

That was, unless you were an Omnic. Zenyatta was going around cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood, Orisa was caring for a very sleepy Efi and Bastion was sat in the corner playing with Ganymede.

Eventually, Bastion decided to go and see his friends and lighten the mood just like Zen. So he sat down next to Lucio, who rested his head on Bastion.
  “Mornin big guy.” Lucio muttered.

“Good morning everyone.” Bastion chirped.

Silence filled the hall. Fareeha’s fork fell to her plate with a clatter as Jack had to stop himself from choking on his coffee. Most of the heroes were staring at Bastion wide-eyed and mouths gaping. All except for Orisa - who hadn’t noticed a difference - and Zenyatta who was laughing to himself.

“Now I know that bein’ sleep deprived ‘n all makes ya hallucinate a lil,” Jesse began, “but everyone else heard ‘em just talk?!”

“Yes, well I’ve just sort of preferred not to.” Bastion looked down guiltily. Hana rubbed his arm reassuringly,
  “It’s okay! I guess none of us really expected it.” she told him, nodding at everyone else.

“I’ve known all along, to be honest.” Zenyatta stated.

Auston Matthews - Part 24

Explicit content, beginning marked with “~~” as well as when it ends. 

I exhaust myself but finish my kitchen by the time the game starts, thanks to time zones. I hunt down my box of blankets and snuggle down on the couch with my pups. I get the feeling this is going to become a nightly routine when Auston has a game. Not that I didn’t used to watch the Leafs play, I just usually had something in front of me as well, but now I feel guilty if I don’t watch the game in its entirety. They have a few days before another game, getting a little bit of a break after a tough road trip and Auston will be home in the morning, but I doubt I’ll be able to see him until later tomorrow.

               My eyes are getting heavier and heavier as the game goes on, Toronto taking the early lead. By the time first intermission comes on I have to stumble to my coffee maker and down an expresso. It doesn’t help. So instead I set an alarm on my phone to take a little cat nap before the second period. This does work.

               I’m able to make myself stay awake for the entire game and see him score yet another goal. I purse my lips, deep in thought as I eye the blue jerseys on my screen. I remember telling Auston that I would never wear his jersey when I had first met him, I debate a moment if that still stands true. I decide it does. For now.

               Once the game ends, a close three to two win, I barely manage to text Auston about his game and a goodnight before passing out right there on the couch. My first night in my first house and I don’t even make it to my bedroom.

               The morning sun is unforgiving as it come in through the uncovered windows, the only things that I didn’t have were curtains and blinds. Those were the first things on my list to get after I settle in. I have zero food in my fridge so I settle for a poptart for breakfast and dig my phone out from under the couch cushions and there’s a message from Auston waiting and several snapchats.

               Thanks babe, cant wait to c u tomorrow.

               It was sent at nearly two in the morning. I tap through the snapchats from his teammates, one of them he’s smiling at his phone and Will captioned it “wonder who he could possibly be reading.” I compare the time Will sent me the snap to when Auston texted me and it matches perfectly and I can’t help but grin at myself.

               Call me when you wake up.

               I quickly send to Auston and rub my hands together, wondering which room to move into next. I wander upstairs and into the open sitting room that I’ll probably make into an office, which leads to the bedrooms and bathroom. I nudge open the door to my room and I eye the boxes lined up against every wall and cringe. When did I get so much shit?

               I spend the next hour setting up my bed and getting that made, moving onto the boxes of clothes that are the primary thing taking up all the boxes. My phone goes off around eleven and I answer it quickly.

               “Hello,” I say shyly.

               “First time you’ve answered and it doesn’t sound like a question,” Auston’s groggy voice comes through the phone and I know he must have just woken up.

               “Well this time I knew for sure it would be you,” I laugh into the phone and begin pacing the room, just as I always do on the phone.

               “Valid. How’s the unpacking?”

               “Slow. I have a lot more stuff than I thought,” I again eye the boxes I can still see in the hallway.

               “Well you want some help?” He asks through a yawn.

               “Are you going to help or nap?” I quirk an eyebrow.

               “Probably both,” he answers honestly and I laugh.

               “Fine, though I have no food beside fruit snacks and poptarts, so if you’re hungry you better eat at home,” I add, my own stomach grumbles and I wonder if I’m close to any delivery places.

               “I’ll bring lunch, what do you want?” Auston asks and I wonder if he heard my stomach through the phone.

               “I don’t care, I’m not in a sub mood so anything but that,” I say and I wait for him to complain that I’m one of those people who don’t like making decisions.

               “Okay, pizza good?” He asks and I blink in surprise.

               “Pizza’s perfect,” I smile. “I’ll text you my address.”

               “Alright, I’ll be there in about an hour,” I can hear him rustling his sheets and I know he’s getting up.

               “Can’t wait,” I say shyly again, a blush creeping into my cheeks.

               “Make that thirty minutes,” he says and I giggle.

               I say goodbye and hang up, I should go shower but I grab one more box and get set on unpacking the clothes in that one as well. I finish my sixth box when I hear a knock on the door downstairs. I startle and glance at the clock I just finish hanging on the wall and panic. It’s been exactly a half hour and I’m still in the clothes I wore yesterday. I contemplate for a moment before hurrying down the stairs.

               “Coming!” I call and my two dogs come barreling down the stairs with me. I frown wondering how they will react to Auston. I calm them down, taking a collar in either hand before opening the door with my elbow. There standing impeccably dressed and holding two pizza boxes in his hands is the boy I’ve been thinking about since I left Toronto.

               He blinks down at me and eyes my dogs a bit warily and I slowly let them go.

               “Hi,” I murmur, suddenly very aware that my hair is knotted in a lopsided bun on my head, my shirt has holes in it and my jeans are barely jeans, too many rips and holes to count. Then I notice that stupid hat on his head and I know I look better than he does.

               Auston doesn’t say anything but grabs me with his free hand and pulls me to him. I meet his lips all too willingly and his mouth coaxes mine open, at least I brushed my teeth. His grabs a handful of my shirt, causing the back to creep up and expose my skin, I shiver from both the touch and the cold air that hits my bare skin. I place my hands on his stomach and marvel at the solidness of him. By the time we pull away from each other there is not a single breathe left in my body.

               “Hi,” he says against my lips and my face turns crimson.

               “You can take a lot more road trips if that’s how you’ll greet me every time,” I manage to get out, my breathing still out of control.

               Auston gives me a grin and steps into the house once I step back, my two dogs dancing in circles around him.

               “At least they like me,” Auston says, keeping the pizza above his shoulder.

               “I think it’s the pizza, bud,” I laugh and show him into the kitchen. He follows behind, his eyes roaming around my house. “I’ll show you the house later. I’m starving.”

               I grab two plates and slide them onto the counter, balancing myself on a bar stool, Auston sits next me and we dive into the boxes. I let out a groan of satisfaction and close my eyes.

               “Warm food!”

               Auston laughs beside me, “You’ve been here less than 24 hours…”

               “Seems like 24 years,” I groan again, taking another embarrassingly large bite.

               We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, I devour two pieces by the time he finishes his first and I’m already reaching into the box again.

               “How was your trip, besides the hockey part,” I ask, wiping at my face with a napkin.

               “Better now that I’m home,” Auston shrugs and I frown.

               “What do you mean?”

               “I enjoy going to different cities, but I’m always happier to come home, this time especially,” he glances at me and my face heats up again.

               “So you did miss me,” I nudge him with my foot and he rolls his eyes.

               “Don’t get a big head,” he mutters and I giggle.

               “Nah, yours is big enough for the both of us,” I reply, taking another bite and Auston raises his eyebrows at me, a smirk playing on his face. “What?” I ask through a mouthful and then the double meaning hits me like a rock and I punch at his arm. “Stop that!”

               Auston laughs and finishes his second piece. He eyes the almost empty box now. “Glad I got two.”

               I wonder if I should be embarrassed but I could not care less. “I told you I was hungry!”

               Auston laughs and down his third piece, matching me.

               “Alright, tour time,” I say, going to the sink and rinsing my hands off, drying them on a towel. “Come on,” I touch his arm and step around him.

               He follows behind me as I take him into the dining room that has a table and chairs with about twenty boxes on and around it.

               “I don’t know how I’ll ever get everything put away,” I scowl at the boxes, wishing they would unpack themselves.

               “Was there anything in the house before you came or did you bring everything?” Auston asks, his eyes darting around still.

               “Not a single thing but the barstools and big kitchen stuff, like the fridge and stove,” I run my hand along the table and lead him into the adjourning back porch room, enclosed with windows on three sides, I’m surprised it’s not very drafty. There’s another bathroom and what could be used as a bedroom aside from the living room which Auston already saw.

               I bring him upstairs and through the two spare bedrooms and a bathroom before walking into my bedroom and I automatically go to the box that I had been working on when Auston got here.

               “My room,” I say obviously and suddenly feel unbearably shy and busy myself with organizing my socks into their rightful drawer.

               Auston remains silent as he wanders around the room, half unpacked. I peek at him in the reflection of my vanity mirror, his expression unreadable and I squirm a little. He steps in front of my T.V stand, which was what I started with earlier because it was the easiest. Picking up one of the photos that I placed there just an hour earlier. I know it’s the one with my parents and Auston’s parents at my high school graduation.

               Like always, he seems to feel my stare and his eyes raise to meet mine the mirror. I give him a sad smile and look back down at my hands, trying to make myself put the socks that I’m currently holding into the drawer. They don’t listen. I’m too busy trying to keep back my tears.

               Within seconds one of Auston’s hands is on the small of my back, his face just below mine as he kneels on the floor beside my stool.

               “Hey, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he says gently and he grabs my chin, making me look at him. His eyes are soft, just like the small smile tugging the corner of his mouth.

               “I know you didn’t,” I whisper, willing the tear that’s threatening to fall free to stay right there.

               “Then why are you so sad?” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and my lips part under his touch.

               “I just forgot that on top of being far away from my parents, I’m now an additional five hours away from Alex,” I whine and the tear finally falls. Auston is quick to wipe it away and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

               “Oh Y/N,” he says gently and gets to his feet, pulling me with him and against his chest. I don’t sob, but I do cry.

               “I’m an emotional person, okay,” I say, my voice muffled by his chest and I inhale deeply, remembering how much I missed his smell.

               “I gathered that,” Auston muses and with very little effort, he gently lifts me and he carries me to my bed. Lying me down and then sprawling out beside me. I wiggle myself back over to him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, he rubs my back gently and I let my tears dry themselves. My eyes wander to his face and he continues staring up at my ceiling, I can see wheels turning in his brain. I take the distraction as a moment to appreciate his beauty, I look at his neck and notice a few freckles I hadn’t before, along with a small cut just under his jaw.

               My eyes travel to his mouth and the surprising fullness of his lips fascinates me. I realize I’m staring much harder than I initially thought when the corners of his mouth quirk up and my eyes flash to his, an amused look in his brown eyes. I blush and he laughs out loud this time.

               “You blush a lot,” he says and I roll my eyes, embarrassed.  

               “It’s in my genes, my mom blushes constantly too, don’t flatter yourself,” I snap at him which makes his laugh harder and the whole bed vibrates. Though for some reason he doesn’t stop laughing, most likely finding my embarrassment hilarious. I scowl at him and wait for him to quite laughing, but he doesn’t.

               “Auston…” I say after a good ten seconds.

               “Auston!” I snap again, lifting my head off his shoulder and glaring at him.

               I don’t bother saying his name a third time. Instead, I reach other and grab his chin, angling his face to mine and I cover his mouth with mine. Finally, he shuts up.

               Auston’s lips respond to mine and soon enough I’m getting a better taste of his intoxicating mouth, he tastes just like I remember; fruity with something sweet. I tell myself to pull away before this gets out of hand, but my body doesn’t respond. Instead I let him push my back into my pillows, he rolls to his side, hovering slightly over me and trailing his hand down to my hip.

               Again, I tell myself to stop it but I don’t listen. I grab a handful of his shirt and shimmy my way farther under his body. Slowly running my hand down to the waistband of his pants, I find the end of his shirt and raise my hand up underneath it, my fingers grazing his stomach. He makes a noise above me and my resolve completely breaks, I’m aching for his touch.

               “Auston,” I breathe, my lips leaving his and brushing against his jaw. “Touch me, please,” I whisper. His body goes still above me and a grin breaks out across his face.

               “What was that?” He asks and I know full well he knows exactly what I said.

               “Touch me,” I whisper again, tugging at his shirt impatiently.

               “Only took two weeks for you to ask,” he mutters, his lips finding mine again, this time much more roughly.

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               I tug once again at his shirt, this time be obliges and breaks away from me for just a moment to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Auston’s mouth then goes to my neck as I take my time exploring his skin with my hands. A moan escapes my mouth when he nips at my neck and I can’t even focus long enough to blush. Auston seems to take that as encouragement because his hand too sneaks under my shirt and up my stomach to my chest, undoing my front clasping bra faster than I would have thought possible. Oh!

               My breathing is erratic as I try to focus on anything else besides his hand moving against my bare skin. I finally get my body to respond to my wishes and I grab a handful of his hair, forcing his lips back to mine. He wastes no time and nudges my legs father apart with his knee, settling himself between them and holding his upper body up with his free arm. I raise one of my knees and rest it against his side. My hand seems to get a mind of its own and wanders back down to a place that I’ve become quite familiar with.

               “Nuh uh,” Auston scolds, taking his hand from out of under my shirt and taking my wrist instead, bringing it to his hand that’s holding most of his body weight off of me.

After making sure I couldn’t wiggle my wrist free, he turns his attention back to my mouth and his now free hand snakes its way down my side to my hip again, shifting his weight slightly so he’s against my side. I can feel him against my hip and I resist the urge to try and wiggle my hand free.

“Remember what I told you,” Auston whispers against my lips. “Payback is a bitch.”

My breath gets caught in my throat as his hand brushes against the waistband of my old, ratty jeans. I can feel his smile against my neck as I shiver with anticipation. He makes good of his word and takes his time brushing his fingers against my bare skin right above the button of my jeans and I instinctively react which makes him smile every time.

“Auston,” I whine and he finally gives in.

He quickly makes work of my button and zipper, dipping his hand down the front of my jeans and I moan, though he hasn’t even touched me yet, still intent on teasing me into oblivion.

“You suck,” I manage to get out, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him. He only laughs against my throat and inches my panties to the side. Auston seems to think that it’s now safe to let go of my hand he was holding prisoner and uses it to bend my knee up against his side again. Using this new leverage his finger brushes against me and my hips move on their own accord. After a few more teasing strokes he slowly slips a finger in.

I let out a moan at the same time he lets out a low hiss in my ear. I claw at the bed spread on either side of me as his starts a slow, rhythmic movement. I turn my head to the side, hiding my face against his chest and pulls my hair to make me look back up at him.

“Not as fun being taken advantage of in an emotional state is it?’ Auston asks me, his breath tickling my face and I refuse to answer him, only giving him the satisfaction of another small moan as he adds a second finger. My pulse hammers in my chest and I don’t understand how it doesn’t lift me out of my bed.

“Auston,” I whimper, all pride gone. I just need relief.

“What?” He asks and I don’t have to look to know there’s a smirk on his face.

“Please,” I whimper again and he roughly kisses my mouth again, pressing his thumb down as well as quicken his movements and I rocket into space. My moan is muffled by his mouth and he continues his movement until I float back down from the clouds, kissing my cheeks and jaw gently until I’m able to open my eyes again to give him a lazy smile.

~~

“Now you really can go on road trips as much as you want as want,” I murmur up to him and he laughs.

“I don’t think I’ll be spending any more time out of Toronto than I can manage from now on,” Auston says and I grin at him. I glance at his still bare chest and grin.

“I still got more clothes off of you than you did me,” I tease.

“Yeah? Do me a favor and sit up,” Auston quirks an eyebrow down at me and I go to sit up and remember my bra.

“That doesn’t count,” I mumble, and quickly clasp it back.

“I think it does,” Auston laughs and leans down, placing a gently kiss on my lips.

I let him and then push him onto is back, climbing on top of him.

“Now that you’ve had your fun,” I breathe down at him and his eyes narrow. “It’s time…” I lean down farther, my lips at his ear. “To get to work,” I finish and bound off of him, grabbing the closest box and setting it on his lap, making him grunt.

               “I think I have my work cut out with you,” Auston says under his breath and I’m not entirely sure I was meant to hear.

a little birthday something for @microbino who asked for zimbits and moving in! happy (late) birthday, darlin’!

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“Bitty, I didn’t say I was judging. I just said I didn’t quite get why one person needs so many shirts.”

Bitty rolled his eyes as his hands deftly moved his shirts from boxes to the stack of hangers lying on the blue bedspread. “Jack. Sweetheart. Darling. I love you, but you have twelve shirts. I should know. I’ve counted. Three Samwell. Two Falconers. And seven plain v-necks in different colors.”

Jack looked up from where he was crouched by the dresser, putting away Bitty’s socks. “Well, yeah. That way I have enough for the week, and then I do laundry.”

Bitty smiled to himself as he finished with the stack of shirts. This boy.

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Fic request for anon

An anon wanted a RichJake fanfic with with “Jake calming rich from some kind of panic/breakdown because hes scared how people will feel about him being so different from when he was controlled by the SQUIP”

So here it is :00

Title: Through The Door

Words: 1339

Fandoms: Be More Chill

Pairings: Richard Goranski/Jake Dillinger

Characters: Richard Goranski, Jake Dillinger


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Midnight Masquerade - Part 6

Originally posted by beautiful-as-vampire

Genre: Vampire! AU | Angst | Fluff (Although, it’s beginning to become partly College/Uni! AU, and even some elements of Soulmate!AU cx)

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask? 

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2495 (Longest part yet cx)

Warnings: Mentions of biting (I believe that’s it?)

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Finally finished this after a bit of writers’ block! I’m pretty happy how this turned out, but as always, I would really like to hear what you guys think!! Please let me know if you like how the story is going, or if there’s anything I can improve on, because I’m sure there’s a lot!)


The world around you seemed to stop, as your eyes remained fixated on Mina, her lips still curled up into a mischievous smirk, settling down into her seat and taking out her laptop amongst other things. How could she act so… normal, like nothing happened, like she wasn’t supposedly dead only a few days ago?

“What’s going on?” You hissed quietly, trying not to interrupt the lecturer. “How are you even here? And why do you look so… pale?” (Although, you reckoned you knew the answer to the latter.)

Mina looked up from typing frantically, turning her head to glance over at you, the familiar sparkle shimmering in her eyes. “(Y/N), you know we’re in the middle of a lecture right now, right?” She asked, her eyebrows raised expectantly. “Unless you want to miss out important stuff, you might wanna start writing.” She chuckled under her breath, looking straight ahead once again, leaving you in a fluster yet again.

You threw your arms up in frustration, huffing as you put pen to paper, beginning to scribble away as you tried desperately to focus on the professor’s rapid speech, his arms moving around as he pointed to the projection screen. And yet, you found your thoughts drifting off once again, as your writing hand slowed down, your eyes beginning to wander around the hall. You sighed, only for your breath to hitch as you spotted the guys from before, sitting a few seats down as they stared over at you, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion, it seemed, their eyes darting from Mina to you to Mina once again.

“What’s the big deal?” You muttered under your breath, frustrated to no end at the constant questions you were left with, your head still spinning. Your eyes shifted over to one of them specifically; the man with the jet-black hair, his slender fingers reaching up to brush his fringe away from his eyes. His gaze bored into you, as your eyes became fixated on him also, a sense of familiarity nagging at the back of your head. The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before the man finally tore his gaze away from you, turning to face the front once again. You did the same; and yet the strange feeling that overcame you, remained, constantly present in the back of your mind, urging you to find out more. You felt a strange connection to the man, drawing you towards him. You felt a strange need to be around him, and you wondered if he felt the same, or if you were simply delusional.

Your mind finally returned to reality, and you glanced ahead, only to realise that you had missed most of the lecture lost in the abyss of your own thoughts. A deep groan escaped from your throat as you realised you were going to have to get the notes off someone. You glanced over at Mina’s laptop, the screen covered in lines of writing, and you sighed, pushing your hair back as you leaned over to Mina, who was packing her things away, humming a tune.

“Mina…?” You asked hesitantly, as she turned to face you once again, a strangely sweet smile on her face, the vibrant colour of her lipstick contrasting with her newly pale skin, causing you to inwardly grimace. You felt like you didn’t even know her anymore; this new, elegant Mina was not the person you grew up with.

Pushing your thoughts aside, you asked, “Do you mind if I… uh, take a copy of your notes?” Mina met your anxious gaze with a cocky smirk, as she teased, “Were you too busy staring at Yoongi to take notes, hm?” You simply sat there, your eyes widened as she threw her head back in a laugh, saying, “Yeah, sure, I’ll email it you.” Yoongi? Was that his name? How did she know him? How had she even noticed you staring? She seemed to be intently and frantically typing the whole time. You felt a blush rising onto your cheeks at being caught, looking back in the direction of the boys, only to notice they were gone. You felt a strange tinge of disappointment - although you couldn’t tell why - picking up your things and following after Mina like a lost puppy.

**

Yoongi leaned back in his seat, exhaling in slight boredom. The lecturer droned on and on, monotone voice beginning to send Yoongi to sleep. His eyes began wandering around the hall, coming to a stop when he noticed Mina sitting with that girl again. His gaze fixated completely on you, only for you to shift your body around, your eyes stopping when you noticed him. Despite Namjoon looking up from his notes and nudging him to pay attention, he found that he couldn’t take his gaze off you; an invisible connection beginning to form between the two of you. However, it felt more like this connection, this string of fate between you was merely being repaired, rather than created anew.

The familiar feeling never left Yoongi’s mind, as he studied you carefully, noticing how your hair cascaded down your shoulders naturally. His eyes glazed over as his mind casted back to the night of the ball, and the girl that had - somehow - stumbled into his room. He recalled how her hair was the same hue as yours; her eyes held the same enchanting look as yours. A suspicion began to grow in his mind, as he wondered if the nagging thought in his mind was indeed correct. He vowed to find out more about you, one way or another, and work out why he felt such a strong need to be in your presence.

**

Sitting in the cafeteria, you quietly ate your lunch, Mina rambling away. Your mind wasn’t focused on the words coming out of her mouth, however. Instead, you were more concerned with the black-haired man. There was something so strangely familiar about him; from the way he constantly brushed his hair away from his eyes, to the distinct gaze in his eyes. As you thought about the translucent tone of his skin, your mind slowly began to make a connection between the “vampire” you had met at the ball - the one who had left you with a seemingly permanent scar on your neck - and the man from the lecture hall. A sense of foreboding rose through your chest, as you contemplated the possibility that they were one and the same. You couldn’t be sure - his mask covered most of his face after all - but the connection was there, and it scared you. You made a mental note to somehow find a way to question your mother, as you were certain she knew something about the matter.

“Earth to (Y/N)? Are you even paying attention?” Mina waved her hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality, the thoughts pushed back to the back of your head. A small smile crept onto your face at her antics, as Mina finally seemed to be reverting back to her old self, despite the clear differences in her appearance. The smile soon faded however, once questions began to flood your mind again, as you squinted your eyes, studying her carefully.

“What?” Mina asked, her mouth stretching into a small O-shape. “Is there something on my face?”

“How are you alive?” You said abruptly, your tone surprising cold. “I could’ve sworn you were dead. I saw your lifeless body, Mina.”

“Ah… that’s a long story, you see..” Mina replied, her tone slightly anxious, as she fidgeted in her seat. “Besides, you probably won’t believe me anyways…” She mumbled the last sentence under her breath, and yet you surprisingly heard every word, your arms crossing over your chest.

“We have time. And trust me, I already have some ideas. I doubt it’ll shock me after what happened that night.” You self-consciously adjusted the turtleneck you were wearing, ensuring it covered the scar on your neck.

“I guess you deserve an explanation…” Mina sighed, settling in her seat. “It all started when we got separated in that massive place. I looked around but I couldn’t see you anywhere, what with that crowd of people.”

Mina stopped somewhere in the flurry of people, realising you were nowhere to be seen. “(Y/N)?” She called out, and yet there was no response. Wandering through the hall, she noticed how the elegant people around her were staring at her, their tongues flicking out briefly, running across their lower and upper lips in a swift motion, almost in a ravenous way. She furrowed her eyebrows, a strange sense of foreboding settling at the pit of her stomach at the way the people were gazing at her. This was definitely a strange ball, the people near like nothing she had seen before. They were all hauntingly beautiful, with their sculpted figures and clear skin. They were so strangely pale, she noted, pale beyond any human.

Her head swiveled around to spot a large door, the frame decorated with the most intricate carvings. Something about that door beckoned to her, enticing her to enter and discover what was inside. A few others followed behind her, also fixated on the same door. These others however, were like her, their skin tones much more human-like.

Walking slowly towards the door, Mina rested her hand on the cold handle, pushing it open, the door swinging open to reveal a darkened room, Mina only just able to make out what looked like a strange sort of labyrinth. Something inside her urged her forward, as she, along with the others, cautiously stepped in, attempting to navigate through the maze. Glancing upwards briefly, Mina spotted a glass window enclosed another room that looked over the maze, her eyes widening slightly as she saw those… “people”, mingling and conversing, some watching the maze intently, glass in hand.

“What is going on…?” Mina whispered out loud, spinning around when she heard the distinct sound of shuffling, and footsteps, like someone was coming closer. “I’m not staying to find out,” she thought to herself, spinning on her heels, only to run further and further into the maze, the same sound of footsteps following close behind. The sound became louder and louder, closer and closer, the cheers from above increasing as Mina felt a cold hand clasp her mouth, the other arms securing her in place. Her screams and protests were muffled by the hand, a sharp sting of pain spreading throughout her body as she felt something sink deep into her neck.

The last words she heard before she passed out was, “Now it’s simply time to see if she’ll turn, or if she’ll die, and we can finally feast…”

You didn’t realise you were, quite literally, on the edge of your seat throughout her story, your eyes wide. You finally began putting the pieces together; her lifeless body, the deep bite on her neck. She must’ve woken up after you ran, meaning that she was, in fact, one of them. What did that mean for her? Looking down at the table, you realised Mina had not touched her food even once, your hands shaking ever so slightly as the realisation hit you.

“So.. as ridiculous as this sounds…” you started, lowering your voice, although with the events that had unravelled in front of you, it didn’t seem as unbelievable anymore. “You’re basically a vampire now?”

“Apparently so,” Mina responded, flashing you a grin as the sparkle returned to her eyes. “At least, that’s what Seokjin told me.”

You stared at her in confusion, until she realised you had no idea what she was talking about.

“Oh, my bad.” She laughed, continuing, “After I woke up, the other people around people looked… disappointed, I suppose and they all moved away. All of them except a few. Seokjin was the first to approach me, he took my hand and helped me up,” she recounted, a smile on her face as she spoke at this new person. “Yoongi was there also - the guy you were staring at during the lecture - Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook…” She counted off her things, rambling a list of names, and yet you continued to stare in confusion.

“They’re the only ones who actually bothered to explain what had just happened - I was confused as hell obviously - everyone else just walked away disappointingly.” She tutted, as you sat there, absorbing this new information.

Your blood ran cold as you realised that your suspicions were in fact correct - the mysterious man that had left you with the scar on your neck, was the one and same as Yoongi.

“Shit.” You cursed, as you yanked down your turtleneck, your fingers gently touching the mark. It burned under your touch and you retracted your hand in both pain and surprise. A white-hot searing pain spread through your head at this very moment, as you screamed out, your vision rapidly fading. It felt like deja-vu; this was the second time you were passing out in the past couple days, except this time it felt much more intense.

Mina immediately ran to your side, catching your convulsing body before you fell off your seat, as others began to rush over to you, a murmur spreading throughout the hall. A group of people pushed through the crowd, kneeling by your side, nodding at Mina. “What’s happening to her?” Mina asked in desperation, her question focused towards Namjoon who was anxiously staring at the scar on your neck. He reached to touch you, only for a low growl to come from Yoongi’s throat, as he said, “Don’t touch her.”

“Yoongi hyung…” Another boy, Jungkook said cautiously, slightly fearful by Yoongi’s sudden change in demeanour. “Your eyes…”

The others glanced from you to Yoongi, Namjoon attempting to take Yoongi away from the scene, advising him to keep his head down. “Yoongi, calm down, you’re going to blow your cover at this rate.” He walked him away, as Jimin offered to carry you, gently sliding his arms underneath your body, picking you up as he glanced down at you, sweat drops sliding down your face.

“Take her to the nurse’s office now.” Seokjin said with authority, his emphasis on the word ‘nurse’. Jimin nodded in understanding, walking away with your limp body, a few of the boys following close behind him.

“Seokjin, what happened?” Mina asked in desperation, clutching onto his arm with worry.

“Honestly, I can’t say for sure.” He replied, meeting Mina’s eyes with a soft gaze, encouraging her to calm down. “Although there’s a clear mark on her neck, meaning she was bitten at some point, this isn’t normal. It’s not normal for someone to react so… violently. This isn’t a normal case of a human being turned,” he said in a hushed voice, only worrying Mina even more.

“She might not survive.”

I am trying to get back into the writing thing and today I was watching baseball and moved to write. So, yay! 

I mean, it’s nothing much, but it is something. So, have some quick, fluffy Darcy/Bucky, sort of baseball related fic. 

Thanks for being patient with me during this dreadful writing dry spell. I really appreciate it. 


Autumn was starting to creep into the city. The weather was still mostly warm and green, but there’d been a couple of blustery, rainy days, and a new little chill in the air in the mornings. Darcy wasn’t sure she’d ever quite get used to Fall starting in September, but, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Because, for real, east coast summers were the worst.

Bucky’s apartment was not the best place to spend a summer. There was no cross breeze, it got stuffy as hell, and had no central air or anything. A couple fans by the windows, and mostly they just pushed around the sticky, grimy air from the outside.

Today was one of those slightly blustery days, though, and there was a hint of cool and damp and a definite breeze that rattled his blinds. And the apartment was quiet, nobody constantly demanding her attention for this thing or that. She could maybe get some things done. Maybe. Truthfully, it was just nice to hang out quietly with him.

“I think the bar oughta be a Dodgers bar,” Bucky said decisively from his spot on the couch.

On the other side of the couch, curled up, her back to the arm rest, feet braced on his thigh, Darcy was spending her Saturday afternoon reluctantly reading reports from Phil. She didn’t even bother glare. “Over my dead body.”

“It’s my bar.”

“That I’m paying for.” Darcy glanced up from her work and considered the screen. “How about the Mets? I have no strong feelings, they’re local, and they’re not the Yankees.”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled. “What the hell’s a Met?”

“Metropolitans.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his knee with her foot. “Oh my God, don’t be like that.”

His lips lifted into a little smile and he shrugged. “I’ll consider it.”

Darcy braced her elbow on the back of the couch and set her chin in her hand, watching the game for a minute. “I know a guy on the Mets.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, know.” She shrugged. “His mom’s my lawyer, and his grandpa was my lawyer before that. We sort of knew each other as kids. Kind of. Like, Memorial Day cookouts at his grandpa’s house kind of thing.”

Bucky jerked his chin at the tv. “He playing?”

She squinted at the field and counted the numbers. “I don’t see him. I think he’s mostly a bench guy this year. Second base, some shortstop. Good defense, quick on his feet. So-so hitter. Though, he had a good year in triple-A last year. Rick Carmine.”

“I’ll look out for him,” Bucky said and turned his attention back to the game. “Miami Marlins. Sounds like a double-A team,” he grumbled and fell silent for a long moment. “That guy needs a haircut. His hair’s longer than yours.”

“Says you, Mr. Lucious Locks down to your manly shoulders,” Darcy laughed, with a roll of her eyes, turning her own attention back to her tablet. So, okay, it wasn’t entirely quiet at Bucky’s, especially when he was in a ‘kids these days’ mood. Hilarious as that usually was. “Besides, baseball — it’s a long season, what else are they going to do other than grow weirdass beards and bad mullets? Not that there’s a good mullet.”

He let out a long breath through his nose. “I don’t like the long pants, either.”

Darcy stared at him for a second, looked at the screen, then back at him. “Are they playing baseball?”

“More or less.”

Exasperated, she waved a hand at him, the tv, the universe. “Then, just, whatever, okay?”

He snorted and slumped down on the couch, kicking up his feet onto his coffee table. “Okay, so if some guys have their pants long, and other guys have their socks high, I’ll pretend I don’t mind. But, if the socks are high, shouldn’t they all be the same? It’s a uniform. How come that guy’s got stripes on his socks, and that guy’s are just black? They’re on the same team, it oughta look the same.”

Darcy rubbed at her forehead and tried to pretend she was focusing on blackmarket weapon sales in Ukraine, and not her partner’s old man griping. “Let me get you the commissioner’s email. You can send him a letter.”

“Yeah, I’ll send him a letter,” he said, his tone dark with menace.

Darcy nudged his leg again. “Why are you all grumpy cat? You’ve been watching games all season.”

“Yeah, but by myself mostly.” He gave her a sad little look, like she’d abandoned him through the baseball season. “A couple times with Barton.”

“But you don’t bitch to Barton.” Aww, he wanted to save his bitching for when she could hear it. That was both annoying and sweet.

“I don’t know. I guess not.” Bucky watched the game and then slapped his hand on his thigh. “Where the hell was that pitch, ump? Geez. That was right across the letters. Ball, what a crock.”

Darcy laughed at his outrage. It was so normal, and those moments where he was just a regular guy were always such delight. “I’m pretty sure the proper nickname for every baseball umpire is 'bum’. So, like, that was a lousy call, you bum.”

“I agree. And he is a bum. Look at that strike zone. Or don’t, because I can’t tell where the hell it is.” He pointed at the TV. “I like the strike zone box they put up on the screen. Bet the umps don’t.”

“Some people want robo-umps,” she informed him. “I’m on the fence. I don’t entirely hate that, you know, each ump can have his own sort of unique strike zone, but that’s only okay so long as they’re consistent, you know.”

“Robo-ump?”

“Basically that strike zone box. A computer would call balls and strikes. I don’t know. I still like the human element. And you get to yell at the bums, which is part of the fun. Some people, though…”

He kept his face pointed at the TV, but his eyes slid over to her. “Yeah, well some people like the DH.”

Darcy scowled at him. “I am not arguing about the DH with you. Again.”

“Ruining the game,” he said, his voice rising.

“Oh my God, shut up about the DH.”

Bucky slapped his metal fist in his palm and glowered at the world. “Glad I was on the ice when it was instituted or I woulda burned the league down.”

“For real, stop.”

“What a waste of the bench,” he barked, his voice heating and he was waving his hands at the TV. “So, you carry an extra guy who’s only job is to—” Darcy lurched up and lunged at him, clapping her hand across his mouth.

“No,” she said, begging, demanding, insisting, pleading. “You’re a National League guy, it’s fine, I accept it. I like you for who you are, this critical personality flaw included. But, please, no more.”

They stared each other down for a long moment before he finally nodded and she let him go. She sat back cautiously, watching him warily like he might start in again.

There’d been a very, very long flight from Argentina where he talked about the designated hitter rule the whole time. She’d been tempted to jump out of the quinjet, except her suit’s arc reactor was offline and she was having a hard time getting it back. Even then, though, she was still tempted to jump. She worked great under pressure, and nothing beat the pressure of gravity and a quickly approaching planet.

He turned his attention back to the game. “Mets are okay, I guess. For the bar, I mean.”

“Good, great,” she told him, relieved to have escaped that dangerous, dangerous DH moment.

“But, I don’t want a bunch of tvs in the bar,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “Most places, they’ve always got 'em up too loud. I’m not going to the bar to have some sports jock shout at me while I’m trying to drink a beer.”

“A couple, just for games, turn them off the rest of the time.”

“'Kay.”

They were silent for a moment and then she laughed. “You’re like a million years old.”

“I like what I like,” he grumped. “I don’t like the DH, though, because it takes away from strategy—”

“NO!” She dropped her tablet listlessly onto her lap, threw her head back, and let her body go limp in utter and complete defeat. “Call Steve. You guys can go do your old fogey thing about it. Rarr, kids these days and their designated hitter. God. Leave me in peace,” she groaned, so much pain, so much anguish. Minor anguish, but still, shut up Bucky.

The room fell quiet after her cri de coeur, except for the quiet rumble of traffic, the voice of the play by play man, and Bucky’s laughter. The big asshole.

“Jerk,” she muttered and petulantly shoved at his leg with her foot.

“I love riling you up.”

“Biggest jerk.”

He let out an amused sigh and grabbed her foot before she could kick him again. “Okay, so the Dodgers are in LA. The Athletics are in Oakland. The Giants are in San Francisco. Weird.”

“The east coast needs to stop hoarding all the teams,” she shot back, her tone sour, still annoyed.

“I guess, or California will steal them all.” He gave her a look and then returned his attention to the game. “Oh, and the Braves are in Atlanta. And I don’t know what happened to the Senators except now they’re the Nationals?”

“I think they’re the Twins now, and the Nationals moved from Montreal.”

His brows drew down in a confused frown. “Montreal. Canada?”

Darcy shrugged and picked up her tablet again. Work was not really getting done, but she could try to pretend. “Toronto Blue Jays.”

“I can’t keep up with all this.”

“Don’t try to see the then, live with the now,” she advised.

“What?”

“Half the league are teams after your day. Just, you know, embrace the league as it is now.”

“Except the DH.”

“Mother fu—” Darcy thumped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I walked into that one.”

“Yeah, you did,” he told her, sounding almost gleeful.

“See if I let you use the company seats at the ballpark of your choice. Ever,” she told him, glaring darkly.

“You’ve got seats at all the parks?”

“Ok, well, no, not really. The places we have major offices. For, you know, schmoozing clients, or rewarding employees, and like that. I’d have to check where all. But I’m pretty sure I  could get really awesome tickets anywhere. Not that I will for you. So, know what you’re missing and suffer. Nosebleed seats for you, buddy.”

Bucky snickered and rubbed a hand down her shin, squeezing her ankle lightly. “Yeah, 'cause I can’t buy my own tickets.”

“Boo to you,” she whined and huddled over her tablet. “Ruin every scrap of fun I have.”

He drew a meep of surprise from her when he pulled on her leg, drawing her down the couch. Flailing a little at the sudden move, she found herself flat on her back under a looming and impressive assassin. He had one hand braced on the back of the couch, and the other on the arm above her head. It was … a breathtaking view.

“Yep,” he said, smirking. “Ruining your fun, that’s me.”

Letting out a long breath, she poked at his chest; not hard, only just enough to appreciate the closeness and solidness of his pecs. He wasn’t the biggest guy she knew, but wow, he really knew how to work the upper body. And, she was free to grope at will. In a not creepy way. Hooray dating.

“You are in an interesting mood today,” she murmured, still examining his chest. The gray henley was really well fitting. And probably brought out the blue in his eyes, but she was focused elsewhere.

“Nobody’s shooting at us,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Nobody is torturing us.” Another kiss on the other side of her mouth. “Nobody is trying to blow us up.” His lips landed solidly on hers, but before she could make it a real kiss he drew back with a smile. “Nobody is—”

Her phone rang and he turned his head towards the device with a growl. A real, deep, animal growl. Darcy couldn’t help it, she laughed.

“Of course.” Grabbing his chin, she turned his face back to her and captured his lips with hers. She was getting her kiss, interruptions be damned. But, the phone kept ringing and it was Phil’s ringtone and there was only so long they could ignore the Director.

“I hate Coulson,” Bucky grumbled against her cheek. “I hate him a lot.”

“But, he’s such a big fan of yours.” She shoved at his chest, but regretfully this time it was less about feeling him up and more about moving him out of the way.

He didn’t move far, just slid to the side, squeezing between her and the back of the couch. Shoving his bristly chin against the side of her neck, he grumbled darkly, swearing in Russian, while she fumbled for the phone.

“This better be a planet-wide emergency, Phil,” Darcy greeted with a groan.

“I need you to go to Japan,” he greeted. “I’m sending you the file.”

“Bucky wants you to know that he hates you.”

“That’s too bad,” Phil said, his voice bland and unbothered by the fact that one of his childhood heroes hated him. “I’d like to do a video brief in half an hour.”

“You’re interrupting his baseball day,” Darcy pressed.

“Baseball lasts for a half the year. Did you know I played second in little league?”

“No.”

“Read the file, briefing in thirty.” Phil hung up and Darcy dropped her phone on the floor and patted the side of Bucky’s head.

“I hate him,” Bucky muttered.

“Me, too. Briefing in thirty.” She squirmed away from her partner and rubbed a hand over her eyes, trying to shake off the haze of 'attractive man and his kissing and attractiveness and such’. “I think we need to sweep your apartment for cameras.”

“Why?” Bucky shoved himself up and flopped back over to his side of the couch.

“His timing is too … suspicious.” She glared up at a likely corner of the room. “I bet he’s colluding with my dad.”

“I think you’re paranoid.”

“Is it paranoid when we work for a spy agency? And my dad is a big nosy, nudnik?”

“Probably,” he said with a dry chuckle. “So, briefing? Where are we going?”

Darcy glared sourly and pulled her tablet out from where it got stuck between the couch cushions. “Japan.”

“Sounds fun. I like Japan.”

Darcy closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “And now you’ve cursed it.”

So much for a quiet Saturday. Boo.

#269 [Tama Tonga]

Requested, 269.“Let’s just lay here a little longer.” (Prompt from here.)

Author note: SURPRISE! Hadn’t planned to post this tonight. Hadn’t planned to finish anything before next week when I’m finally out of work/on summer break. But here we are.

This is all fluff. Not the longest either. Just something sweet.


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Originally posted by niazha16


Where the hell is he?!

It was the only thought running through your mind as you wandered through your house looking for your husband. He hadn’t been upstairs, and as you made your way into the kitchen, he wasn’t there either.

Leave it to him to finally be home from Japan for a few weeks, and to be just as scarce as if he was still across the world.

The idea of moving altogether to Japan was being brought up more frequently lately, by him. You understood that the majority of his time was spent there so it would be easier, but the majority of your life was in Florida.

Like tonight, in which you and Tama were meant to be at a birthday dinner for one of your best female friends. You were due to arrive there in twenty minutes. The place was thirty away.

With a deep sigh, you looked out the kitchen window into the backyard, trying to think of where Tama would have wandered off to.

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First Time -Stiles Stilinski Drabble

Originally posted by ninja-stiles

Summary: While filming a Q&A with Stiles, Y/N is asked about her first kiss.

Warnings: None


“Stiles! Behave, we’re on camera” Y/N chuckled rolling her eyes at the boy, who just couldn’t sit still. 

“Right, I’m sorry. Let’s try it again” 

“What’s up guys? Welcome back to my channel, as you can see I’m joined by my best friend Stiles.”

“Hi!” Stiles waved at the camera. 

“I thought it would be fun to do a Q&A, so I asked you guys to tweet me questions under the hashtag AskY/NandStiles. Let’s see what we’ve got”

“Look at this one” Stiles spoke up. “Melanie wants us to tell her about our first times” 

“That seems fun” Y/N nodded in agreement. 

“First time we met?” He asked. 

“Easy! That was when I moved in next to Scott’s house” she smiled at the memory. “Alright what about…your first crush?” 

“That was a girl I met at summer camp when I was like 7″ 

“Yeah, I remember you telling me about that” 

“What about your fist kiss?” Stiles asked, which made Y/N freeze. 

“You already know mine” he added.

“Yeah well you know the thing is-” she blushed heavily.

“You haven’t been kissed” he realized, his eyes wide. 

“Oh shut up. It’s not a big deal” she muttered, embarrassed about the whole situation. 

“Y/N?” Stiles spoke which made her turn her head to the side. As she did so, a pair of lips came in contact with hers and she closed her eyes when she realized what was happening. 

“I might have to cut that part out” she chuckled awkwardly after they pulled away. Stiles smirked.

“Leave it. They’re already shipping us” 

The Contest-Part 19

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“That’s your brother?” Sam’s surprise was evident.

I wiped a tear from my eye. I’d mourn Leo later, in private. “Crowley said he was a demon and Lucifer’s right-hand man, remember?”

Dean looked extremely annoyed. “Still don’t get why you let him go, Gem.“

“Because Dean, demon or not I know my brother. He is beyond pissed Lucifer didn’t tell him I was Sam’s soulmate. I could hear it in his voice. Sowing the seeds of discord between them could work in our favor.”

“He knew our plan, Gem. Now we can’t do the spell.” Sam commented.

“My brother may be a demon, but he still thinks like a guy, Sam.”

Sam and Dean exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea where I was going with this. Clueless men!

“Let me explain. Most women have warmer weather clothes and cooler weather clothes. My cooler weather clothes I store away when I don’t need them.” I explained.

I walked into what I assumed was Missouri’s bedroom and opened the large closet. Flicking on the light, I began to dig around. Within a few minutes, I had found what I was looking for. I held up a cream-colored cardigan with several dark, wiry hairs clinging to it.

“Is Missouri African-American?“ I asked. Sam nodded.

“Bingo,” I stated triumphantly.

“Damn She’s good,“ Dean remarked to Sam.

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Some Fight Left In Me

For liberaldisaster, who requested a fic about Enjolras and his service dog. Written on my phone since my computer is still dead, so please forgive any weird autocorrects I didn’t catch.

Developing E/R, modern AU. Warnings for brief mentions of violence/injury and injury recovery.

Both Enjolras and the labradoodle at his feet lifted their heads as Grantaire clattered into the room, but as soon as the dog saw who it was, he set his head back down on his paws. “Enjolras,” Grantaire panted, out of breath. “A bunch of us are getting coffee and I–” He broke off, wheezing. “Christ, I’m out of shape.”

Enjolras hid a smile. “You’re getting coffee and wanted to invite me?” he guessed. “You know, you own this thing called a cellphone that allows you to text or call me instead running all the way over here.”

Grantaire shrugged, still breathing heavily. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” he asked. “Besides, I’m better at guilting you in person than over the phone.”

“Fair enough,” Enjolras said after he rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “So where are you planning on going, anyway?”

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Angel in Blue Jeans

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Dean falls in love with a cowgirl

Pairing: Dean x Cowgirl!Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: language

A/N: a little horse-y drabble I wrote recently. It’s sorta based on me (cringing as I wrote that) (I sort of hate myself for this) (gonna go hide) and my favorite horse. That’s why there are specifics like hair and eye color. Sorry. More parts, maybe? I have some ideas for it.

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Third Wheels (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guysss!! Here’s another kinda long one haha. I only left about four more requests left and I think I should be able to open my requests soon so yayy😄 Anyways, enjoy!!!

Request: I’m so in looooove with your Imagines ! I’d also like to request something. You’re Wanda’s best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you’re immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you’re friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3


“Yes, yes, I’m almost there,” you said on the phone.

“Do you need me to come down and pick you up?” You best friend asked you.

“I’ll be fine, Wanda. I’ll just meet you there,” you replied, stopping in front of a building, looking up to see that you’ve arrived. “I’m here already, see you soon.”

Putting down the phone, you took a deep breath in before entering the building. You weren’t good with being in this kind of places and you weren’t good with new people, especially if the people you were meeting save other people for a living. Why had you allowed Wanda to talk you into this?

Wanda was a part of the Avengers and you were just a simple waitress in a café. The two of you met as she was a regular customer, the café you worked at is usually quiet and slightly empty so you started talking to her, both of you kicking it off pretty well.

Now, all of that led to this moment. She had been pestering you to come visit her ‘workplace’ as she visits yours almost every day, at first you weren’t sure but she managed to convince you, saying that everything would be fine.

You sighed as you entered the lift, staring at the buttons, frowning. Which level was it again?

Scratching your head, you randomly pressed a button to one of the top floors. When you arrived, you stepped out of the lift and looked left and right, both sides of the hallway looking the same.

“Why does this building have to be so damn big?” You muttered to yourself, picking a side and walking, thinking maybe it’ll lead you to somewhere.

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Letters

Word count: 3098

You get Kai out of prison world but he’s afraid you’ll hurt him, so you write him a letter saying you love him

‘Ok, truth or dare?’ Kai stated the question, pulling his legs closer to his body. 

'Truth!’ You said enthusiasticly and showed him a big smiles, twirling a small flower with your fingers, that you pulled out od the grass surrounding you. 

'When was the last time you used magic?’ Kai asked and a smile immediately started fading away from your face, replacing with sadness and maybe even a little pain in your eyes. You looked down at your hand and a small yellow flower that was starting to lose its beautiful shape, drying as you plucked a few petals off. 

'I can’t even remember. You know that, they aren’t exactly sure if they should even give me any magic. They say I’m a freak. Some parents, huh?’ You added and threw the flower a few feet away from you and then picked up a different one, fresh and beautifully colored. 

'You know you’re not a freak. You’re just…different. Like me and there’s nothing wrong with that. Hey, if you ask me, I think we’re gonna rule the world someday and show everyone that we’re not a threat or anything. You’ll see. It will get better.’ Kai trailed off and caressed your hand a few times, assuring you that there was nothing to worry about. You chuckled and smiled at him again, his beautiful blue eyes staring deeply into yours. 

'You’re always so positive about everything.' 

'I try to be. It’s not like I have anyone else to help me up when I’m down or someone who could tell me that I’m not an abomination and that I should show everyone how beautiful my powers are.’ He cleared his throat and smiled for a brief second before he looked down at his hands and kept quiet for what it seemed like hours. You knew how hard his life was and how hard his family was on him. It hurt you to see him like that and you did everything to make him feel better. 

'Hey. Like you said. We will rule the world someday and it will be awesome. Because, let’s face it, no one is as cool as we are. Hello, we can absorb magic and it’s unique and beautiful, so, screw them.’ You chuckled at your words, finding it a bit weird because you haven’t cursed in your life a lot. It was how you were raised. To be polite and always use the right words, but the conditions you were in, sometimes those words were the only ones that matched the situation. 

'Wow, who is this girl? I don’t know her. You know, you should curse more often, it’s kinda hot.’ Kai teased you as you leaned in and hit his arm playfully, Kai acting like it hurt but then both of you started laughing and laid down on the big blanket that was spread over a beautiful green grass filled with tiny little flowers that you used to practice magic on. When you had magic, it was the most exciting thing ever. You came to a field which was field with flowers, but when they became withered, you used your magic to bring them back to life. Even though you were using your magic for a good cause, your family still thought that you should be restrained from that and try to act like a normal human being. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. There were days when you felt like you were on fire, but they didn’t care. That’s why you had Kai by your side. You were a siphon and so was he and that’s what brought you together. Throughout the years, you became very close with him. You did everything together, but lately you were starting to grow some feelings for him. One night, you went to his house and waited for him on the swing where you would always hang out. You waited for him for almost an hour and he didn’t show up. You didn’t understand why until you heard someone screaming in the woods not too far from his home. You ran as fast as you could and hid behind a big tree, but still had a perfect view on what was happening. Kai was down on the floor, rolling around  in pain while his fatger stood before him with something in his hand and kept chanting. You didn’t understand what they were doing but seeing Kai like that made your tears form in your eyes. You couldn’t do anything and your heart broke when he disappeared completely from that place. The screaming stopped and all members of the gemini coven stood there in one place, Kai’s father having a big smile on his face. You couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes. The thing that Joshua held in his hands was called the ascendant. You have read about them but never thought they were real. The legend said that they could create other worlds, identical to ours but instead of normal time, days would repeat themselves over and over again. You knew you had to get it somehow, because you were on a mission and that mission was getting Kai out of that hell hole. 


18 years have passed since the last time you saw Malachai Parker. 18 years and you still couldn’t get the image of him being dragged and locked inside the 1994 prison world. You weren’t a siphon anymore. You were now a heretic. Half siphon and half vampire. Your body was frozen at the age you saw Kai last and you didn’t want to change. You also hadn’t given up on getting Kai out of there. After all these years, you weren’t sure if he would even be alive, but everytime that popped into your mind, you quickly shook it away. Kai was out there somewhere and you were coming from him. You found the same ascendant Joshua used back in 1994 and found the spell that was suppossed to take you to exact place where Kai was. You were nervous and afraid you would fail, but after mergening with your sibling and winning, you had the ability to do magic and after years and years of practicing, you were ready. You waited for the right time and used the blood that Bonnie gave you a long time ago. You poured some on the ascendant and started chanting, everything around you getting lighter and lighter with each second, the wind caressing your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you kept repeating the spell until the ascendant closed. You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in all the similarities out there. It all seemed so familiar and when you looked around one more time, you realized that you were in Mystic Falls. 

'What the-?’ You muttered under your breath and started roaming the streets of Mystic Falls, confused as to how everything looked he same as out there in the real world. It was a bit scary but also helpful because it was something you knew like the back of your hand. You stopped in front of a coffee shop and picked up the newspaper, spreading it out and quickly went theough the pages. You were hoping you would find something, but nothing important cam  up until you closed them and saw the front page. May 10th 1994. It was the day Kai disappeared. You read the article and swallowed hard, throwing the newspaper back on the side walk and started walking again. You stopped in front of Mystic Grill and went inside, hoping you would find him here. After all, he was obsessed with food so seeing him in here wouldn’t be such a big surprise. 

'Kai?’ You muttered out, looking around to see if anyone was in there. 'Hello? Anyone in here? Kai I know that you’re here. I’m here to take you home.’ You shouted, but there was still no sign of Kai. You sighed heavily and prepared yourself to walk out of the Grill. 

'Are you really?’ You stopped at the sound of a male voice echoing through the big room, but it sure wasn’t loud enough for you. You froze at one spot, afraid to turn around. You were scared of what could have happened but at the same time, you wanted to see Kai’s face more than anything. 

'Hello? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to talk to me?’ He said abruptly as your hands started shaking. You sighed heavily once more before you turned around as slow as you could, your jaw almost dropping down when you saw him. Fuck. Language! 

'It’s me. I- Remember me? We were best friends in 1994. We- we used to hang out a lot.’ You answered and took a few steps closer but he didn’t want you to get closer. 

'Why are you here and how are you so young? It’s been eighteen years! Are you really- is that- is that really you?’ He asked and pointed at you, placing his hand on his mouth as he leaned against one of the tables, running his fingers roughly through his hair. It was like he was avoiding your eyes and didn’t want to face you. 

'It is me. I- I came to save you. I came for you, Kai. You’ll be ok now.’ You said gently, trying to calm him down and convince him that it was ok if he trusted you. You were still his friend just like you were 18 years ago. You took a few steps closer, watching every detail on his face, confused as to how is he still so young after so much time had passed. It was unbelievable and amusing but it also scared you a little bit. 'How are you so young? I- it’s unbelievable.’ You asked him, your gaze foxused on him. 

'I don’t know. It’s something about this place and not to mention all the days have been the same, like they’re on some magical loop. It really changes you, you know.’ Kai stuttered and took a deep breath, exhaling deeply and sat on the table that was placed behind him, his legs dangling from it. Kai was staring at you but kept quiet like he was waiting for something. 

'Look, as much as I would like to stay here and talk to you, we really have to go home. Eclipse is about to happen and we don’t want to miss it, except if you want to spend an extra day in this…hell hole.’ You chuckled a bit, but Kai’s face was still serious. 

'How are we- how can you take us out of here?’ Kai asked. 

'You’ll see. C'mon.’ You ordered and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the Grill and to the place where you were suppossed to be. In the woods. You stumbled over your feet a dew times, hearing Kai chuckle everytime behind you which only made you smile a little bit. Oh, how much you have missed that laugh of his. It was like music to your ears. You weren’t just happy that you had found Kai, you were happy because all the feelings that you had back then in 1994 were still there. You were still in love with Kai and wanted to tell him with everything you had in yoir body, but it wasn’t the right time. 

You stopped and looked at the hole in front of you and then back at Kai. 

'Ready?’ Kai looked at you befuddled for a second, but after that a smile flashed across his face, making you go weak at the knees. His eyes were a light shade od blue, like when the sun shines down on the blue ocean water. You got lost in them for a minute and forgot why were you even there. You cleared your throat and shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. 

'So long 1994.’ He trailed off, making you chuckle as you started saying the spell, the ascendant in your hands opening and the biggest wheel in the middle spinning, covered in Bennett blood as the light of eclipse shone down onto you and Kai. 

'Sangima Mearma, Ascendarum Cavea’  you kept repeating the spell until there was a white light surrounding you and after a few moments, everything stopped. There was no wind, no light, only a bunch of trees surrounding you. Kai looked around as everything seemed surreal.

'We’re here? This is it?’ Kai asked.

'Yes. We’re back. You can finally continue with your life as you used to. I can stay with you if you want. I wouldn’t mind if-’

'No.’ Kai said abruptly, taking you by surprise. He took a step back and shook his head 'no’. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress a single tear to fall down that was forming in your eye.

'What- what do you mean no?’ You asked him, your voice barely audible.

'i don’t trust you.’

'What do you mean? It’s still me, Kai. I’m your best friend.’ You muttered, trying to convince him that it was going to be fine but he didn’t believe you.

'You’re going to hurt me. Gemini coven sent you to get me out so you can hurt me. I- I don’t want you close.’ He claimed and stepped away from you. His walking soon turned into running. You were hurt at the way he reacted as you were expecting much more from him and you wanted to continue where you and Kai left off before he was sent to prison world. But instead of that, Kai was afraid of you and it hurt you more than anything. You spent a few more minutes in the woods and then used our vampire speed and ran back to your house, slamming the doors behind you, feeling frustrated and sad at the same time. You roughly ran your fingers through your hair and started pacing around the house, thinking of a way to get Kai to believe you. You saw a single paper and a pen on your coffee table in your living room and picked it up. Everything that had build up inside you throughout the years, you let it out and put it on the paper. Your feelings for Kai, completely everything. It was time he knew how you felt about him and it might be the only thing that could bring him back to you or push him ever further away from you. You read it one more time before folding the paper and putting it inside a simple envelope. You grabbed your jacket and ran fast to where you thought Kai would be and you were right. He was inside the house, all alone. You pushed the envelope through a narrow opening on the doors and ran away with your vampire speed, not wanting for Kai to see you just yet. You hid behind a tree not too far from his house, waiting for him. After  few moments, he opened the front door in a hurry and slammed them behind him. He started running and had a piece of paper in his hand. A small smile appeared on your face. You started running behind him and then cheated a little bit, using your vampire speed and stopped right in front of him. When he looked at you he stopped a few feet away from you, catching his breath. You saw his chest rising up and down from heavy breathing and you heard his fast heartbeat, sounding like it would jump out of his chest any minute.

'Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?’ You yelled loudly enough for Kai to hear you, but he was still quiet. Out of nowhere, he started running towards you, his arms instantly wrapping around your body when he reached you. He pulled your body closer to his, his heartbeat luder than ever, and so was yours. You could feel each others heartbeats on one anothers bodies. He cupped your face and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours before he finally pressed them against your lips, deepening the kiss as seconds passed. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging on it lightly, his body moving even closer to you, like he was afraid that you would run away from him if there was only an inch of space between your bodies. He pulled away but hadn’t let go of you. He kept you as close as he could, his hot breath brushing on your face every so often.

'Did you mean every word you said in that letter?’ Kai asked, out of breath and pecked your lips swiftly.

'Every word. I love you, Kai. I’ve been in love with you since 1994. I didn’t want to let you go and when I saw you being dragged away and how your family abandoned you and sent you away, my heart broke into million pieces. I wanted to help you but I didn’t know how. I have spent years trying to find the right ascendant and to find a way to get you out, but when you turned me down today, I thought I was about to lose you forever.’ You muttered, a single tear streaming down your face. Kai placed his palm on your cheek and wiped your tear away with his thumb as you slowly leaned into his palm, his touch feeling so soft and gentle against your skin.

'I was afraid. You kind of lose all faith in people when they abandon you like that. I’m sorry, I- I would never leave you. I just needed some time. You have no idea how long I spent thinking about you and how much I have missed you. You were the only thing that kept me going when I was trapped in there.’

You were completely lost for words and just kept looking at him and how his beautiful blue eyes became even more blue when tears were forming in his eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever.

'You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m here. For you.’ You whispered and hugged him tightly, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

'I know. And- hey, look at me.’ He lifted your head up, his eyes meeting yours. 'I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Ok?’

'Ok.’ You whispered and pulled him in for another kiss, is lips feeling like they were made for you. He was still that old Kai you fell in love with and he was yours. Only yours.


(A/N: I would like to thank @psingh97 for helping me with this, you are awesome!)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Business!man phil hiring cute innocent pastel!dan despite his lack of qualifications because he really likes him and phil constantly flirts with a very flustered dan ft. office sex

yes this is my sHIT

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“C'mon Phil, now you’re just being silly.” Chris sighed, straightening his tie and taking a sip from his mug, raising his eyebrows at Phil. “What qualifications does he even have?”

“Well…” Phil tried to think. What had he gotten out of that interview? “He can make us coffee?”

Chris stared at him, unamused, motioning to the coffee machine next to him with a slight nod of his head. Phil rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. He can bring it to us.” Phil set down his empty coffee mug into the sink. “I’ve hired him, it’s already settled.”

“You just have a crush on him,” Chris sang, smirking. Phil chuckled.

“Do you really think you should be talking to your boss like that?”

“Oh right, sorry sir,” Chris said in a teasing tone. He seemed to think of something. “I’m not gonna be the only one calling you sir soon.” He winked.

“Oi.” Phil turned on his heel, glancing at his coworker and idiot friend. “Yeah, because he’ll be working for me too. Plus, I have so many other employees you can’t count them all.”

“…Oh. Right.”

“Get back to work you idiot.”

“Yes, sir.”


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“Er, sir..?” A timid knock came from outside his door, and Phil looked up from his computer, smiling.

“Come on in, Dan.”

The door cracked open, and a nervous boy poked his head in. He was wearing an oversized soft yellow sweater, and tight pastel green jeans. He looked like a flower. His brown hair fell in his eyes slightly in curls.

“H-Hi Mr. Lester…” Phil motioned for him to come in, and he took another step into the room. “I’m s-sorry to bother you, but the other g-guys told me to check on you… because I wasn’t doing anything else…”

“Oh that’s alright, Daniel,” Phil muttered, shuffling through some papers, slightly pissed that the other employees were being rude to the sweet boy. He flashed him a smile. “Come closer, I don’t bite.”

He took another step forward, but he was clearly still terrified. Phil sighed, standing up and walking over to him. He grabbed his shoulders gently, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“Hey,” he muttered softly. “You don’t need to be scared here. It’s safe here. And I won’t hurt you.”

He felt Dan relax slightly under his hands, and grinned. “Good boy.”

Dan’s cheeks immediately tinted red, his lip caught between his teeth, but Phil didn’t react. He only turned back to his desk, smirking to himself.

“So do you… need anything, sir?” Dan stuttered, his face still red. Phil wanted to kiss it.

“No, I don’t think so at the moment. Thank you Daniel.” He smiled at him. “But please stay, I need company.”

Dan nodded, smiling softly and displaying his dimples which made Phil want to bite his face off.

“Er, do you think you could help me with something..?” Dan muttered, looking away.

“Yeah, of course,” Phil replied immediately, wanting Dan to trust him.

“It’s just… I got this necklace the other day, and…” he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. “I need some help putting it on?”

Phil bit down on his bottom lip. Wasn’t this the line from movies, a form of flirting? He was probably imagining it.

“Yeah, sure,” Phil said, moving over to him. Dan handed him a chain from his pocket. Phil examined it.

It was small, a thin silver chain with a hook on the end, a tiny white pansy hanging from one end. Phil reached around Dan’s neck, pulling the chain around it and working at the hook at the back.


“So did your girlfriend get you this?” He asked, focusing on clasping the tiny hook. “Or… boyfriend?”

Dan laughed. “No, no no. I am relationship-less. Not like anyone would like someone like me anyways.”

Phil literally had to bite his tongue to keep from correcting him. Dan probably didn’t want to hear how beautiful he was from his boss anyways. He just focused on the boy’s pale caramel skin on his back and neck, letting his fingertips brush and earning a shiver from the boy.

“There,” he muttered, pulling back, and Dan turned to face him, smiling.

“Thanks,” Dan breathed, tugging at the chain slightly and meeting Phil’s eyes, which was when Phil realized how close they were. Their chests were practically touching, their breaths mingling. The tension was rising like hell. Dan frowned.

“Sir..?” He muttered nervously, biting his lip as Phil stepped forward, backing him against the desk. Phil glanced at Dan’s lips.

“Yeah…?” He breathed. Dan grabbed Phil’s shoulders, running his hands down his arms.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” He asked softly, his eyes twinkling and varying between Phil’s eyes and his lips.

Phil took another step forward, forcing Dan to lean back on the desk, his bum pressed to the hard wood.

“Depends,” he replied slowly. “Do you want me to?”

“I think I do.”

That was the only clarification Phil needed before he was grabbing Dan’s waist, pulling Dan against him and pressing their mouths together. Dan slid his hands up Phil’s neck, tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair and kissing back.

Phil let his hands roam Dan’s body, his tongue exploring his mouth, and Dan whimpered against his lips. Dan clung to his shirt while Phil tried to get as much of him as possible with only two hands.

In a sudden movement Phil picked him up, pushing him onto the desk and moving to stand between his legs, scattering papers and random supplies everywhere. He pressed on Dan’s chest, forcing him to lie back and climbing on top of him.

He latched his mouth to Dan’s neck, causing Dan to whine loudly and scratch his nails down his back. Dan wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist, grinding up against him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Phil murmured, pushing his fingers under Dan’s sweater and letting his hands roam his chest.

“You think..?” Dan muttered back, his words catching in his throat.

“Mmh, yes,” Phil breathed, pulling Dan’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

He let Dan work at his tie, pulling it loose and tossing it on the desk. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off Phil’s shoulders and Phil let it fall to the floor. Dan ran his hands over Phil’s chest, admiring the smooth skin.

Phil kissed him again, their mouths moving in sync, and Dan tugged at Phil’s zipper desperately.

Phil took no time ridding Dan of his jeans and himself of his own, grinding down on Dan in only their boxers and making the boy beneath him moan.

“Damn you’re b-big,” Dan muttered, palming Phil’s crotch and making him groan softly. Phil smirked.

“Think you can take all of it, babe?” Phil said, kissing down Dan’s jaw.

“I’ll sure as hell try,” Dan whispered, making Phil chuckle.

In one smooth movement he grabbed Dan’s hips, pulling him up so his ass was pressed against Phil’s crotch. He pulled Dan’s boxers off, digging through his drawer and pulling out lube and a condom.

He dipped one of his fingers into the bottle, watching Dan’s face as he slid the finger into him. Dan gasped, moaning loudly and covering his face with his hands. Phil pulled them away.

“Wanna watch your face,” he muttered, kissing Dan’s throat to distract him while adding another finger. Soon he was pumping three fingers in and out of Dan’s entrance, curling them to find his prostate. He knew he had when Dan shuddered, arching his back and moaning into his ear.

He quickly rolled the condom on, lining himself up, desperate to get inside the whiny boy beneath him. He slowly pushed in, letting Dan clutch at his shoulders and wrap his arms around his neck. Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, moaning as Phil slowly bottomed out.

Without warning, Phil pulled almost all the way out, snapping his hips forward and thrusting deep into him. Dan practically shrieked, a long stream of moans and curses falling from his mouth.

“Here,” Phil breathed, grabbing his tie from the other side of the desk and giving it to Dan. “Bite down on this.”

Dan nodded, putting it in his mouth and moaning against the fabric when Phil began to thrust into him in an increasingly quick and rough pace. And damn, maybe his muffled moans were hotter than his normal ones, which Phil hadn’t thought was possible.

He dug his nails into Dan’s fleshy hips, feeling Dan scratch his nails desperately down his back.

“Fuck, you’re… so fucking tight…” Phil groaned, biting down on his neck as he fucked into him deeper than before. Dan moaned against the tie, his eyes scrunched in pleasure.

Soon Dan was coming on his and Phil’s stomachs, his moans and whining loud enough to be heard through the cloth, and that and the clenching was enough to push Phil over the edge too. He came with a last thrust, gasping against Dan’s neck and pulling out.

He discarded the condom in the bin by his desk, breathing heavily and staring at the fucked out boy next to him. Dan looked up at him, smiling sleepily, his eyes glassy.

“Do you think it makes you a slut to hook up with your boss?”