When they get back to the bunker, Dean is surprised to see Mom head toward the room they’d assigned to her all those months ago. He assumed she’d leave as soon as they were safely back underground. He’s still staring down the hallway after her when he hears Cas sigh.
He turns to find him slumped in a kitchen chair, his hands in his lap and his coat closed enough to cover the blood and black…goo on his shirt. He’s staring down at the table with a crease between his brow.
“You OK?” Dean asks gruffly as he takes a tentative seat perpendicular to him.
Dean balks at the honesty but doesn’t say anything. He leans forward and folds his hands on top of the table. Somewhere in the direction of Sam’s room, a door opens and closes.
“I shouldn’t be alive,” Cas continues, still staring at the table. “I would’ve never…”
Suddenly Cas’ eyes pop up and past Dean as Sam enters the kitchen.
None of them say anything as Sam grabs a cold cup of coffee. Dean and Cas look at each other. When Sam leaves, Cas’ eyes find the table again.
“I wouldn’t’ve…said what I said,” Cas continues, hesitance clear in his tone, “If I had known…”
A couple of seconds pass before it clicks for Dean. “That you weren’t actually gonna die?”
Cas nods minutely.
Dean leans back, runs a hand up through his hair and then drops it to his knee. “Look, man, you know I ain’t good at this. But you are family, so…what you said…it’s not–it doesn’t–you’re not trying to take it back, are you?” What the fuck–that’s not what he meant to say at all.
“No, of course not.” For some reason, Cas sounds angry. “It’s just that I–nothing.” He quickly turns his head to the side, the way he used to do when Dean had hurt his feelings.
“Cas,” Dean says softly. He waits until Cas looks at him. “I was scared to death when I saw that…what that spear did to you. I can’t lose you, man. So, uh, tell me. Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.” It’s too harsh, too casual, but anything else wouldn’t be Dean.
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Cas squints at him. “It was a declaration made because I thought it was the last chance I would get to tell you. I couldn’t die without telling you that I…that.”
Dean leans forward again and wipes his hand over his mouth. “You, uh, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. You know I’m not–I’m not very good at the whole, uh, love thing, but I know it’s there. I know we’re–you know, we’re good.”
Cas squints harder and leans forward so they’re only inches apart. “You knew I was in love with you?”
“That’s not–you didn’t–that’s not what you said, man. You didn’t say that.”
That’s his “quit being a dense idiot, Dean” voice.
Dean huffs a nervous laugh and stares at the table. “Yeah, uh, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you had died.”
Now Cas is laughing, too. “We are terrible at this.”
Dean lifts his eyes shyly. Cas is studying him.
“Do you remember…” Dean stops and sucks in a breath. He shouldn’t be talking about this. “That day in the cemetery, when we all thought I was gonna die.”
Cas nods once but doesn’t say anything.
“I wanted to, uh, say something.” Dean smiles and scratches the back of his head. “Actually, I didn’t. I wanted to–to kiss you.” He winces in embarrassment.
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
Dean looks sharply over at him.
“If you waited until you were on the brink of death to kiss me, I would’ve killed you myself.”
“You waited until your deathbed to tell me you lo–”
Cas cuts Dean’s argument off with a kiss. It’s just a tentative press of lips, but Dean still lets out a needy, embarrassing whimper as it happens. When Cas pulls away, Dean mumbles, “Nuh-uh,” and grabs him by the cheek to pull him back in. His hip is digging into the edge of the table, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.
It’s sloppy and too fast and Cas is breathing heavy and whispering, “I love you,” over and over right against Dean’s mouth and it’s all too much and not nearly enough.
Later, in the pitch black of his room, lying breathless next to an angel, Dean tells Cas that he loves him, too.
Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.
“Are you worried about your wife?”
The question shocked him out of his musings.
Levi looked up, “My what?”
But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”
Levi cut him off, “Mywhat?”
The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”
Chapter Notes: I’m so sorry for the delay on this one! As you might imagine, this chapter had a bit riding on it, emotionally speaking, and I wanted to be sure I got it right. Big thanks to @thuriweaver for helping me out and providing a critical sounding board each time I wrote myself into a corner!
It was early the next evening before Virgil could bring himself to face the other sides again.
That night had been easily one of the most miserable of his life. After taking apart the doll and stealthily returning the pilfered articles of clothing, he’d retreated to his room and locked his door, then crawled into his bed. As he’d feared, it felt huge and far too empty, and he found himself shivering, unaccountably cold. He realized he’d gotten used to having the warmth of the heating pad cradled to his chest as he embraced the pillow.
He briefly considered recommissioning the heating pad by itself, but quickly dismissed the idea. It…hurt, somehow: the thought of using part of the doll only. It was stupid, he knew it was stupid, but he found himself almost mourning the thing, like it’d been a friend or something, and he couldn’t bear to think about trying to create a substitute.
Besides which, he shouldn’t need one. He should never have needed the doll in the first place. It was that kind of weakness that made the others hate him so much, and if he ever wanted to be someone they could respect (or at least someone they didn’t despise), he needed to stop being so pathetic.
So he’d huddled up in bed, shivering under the layers of blankets he’d piled on instead, trying not to give in to the fear that was creeping around the edges of his thoughts.
Just like everything else that day, Clair de Lune exceeded all expectations. It was by far the nicest restaurant she had ever been to. The lighting was dim enough to appreciate the single flaming candle in the middle of the table. The deep woods that decorated the interior made the whole atmosphere feel sensual and provocative. Then there was the food; nothing like she had ever tasted before.
“This is so good.” She praised, having taken a bite of her Streak Tartare.
He smiled at her from across the table, noticing how breathtaking in her dress and that she seemed to be in high spirits. Nothing made him feel better about himself than knowing he had pleased her. Considering it was her birthday, he was going to make sure he did that and more.
He took a sip of the red wine he had ordered and began on his Salmon en Papillote with Tomato Curry and Beans.
She ate her meal slowly. First, she was focussed on savouring the delicious favours of all the different ingredients. Then, because he became extremely distracting to look at. He wore a black fitted dress shirt, her favourite, and trousers while his brown locks were parted to the left. They say that similar to red, black is one of the most attractive colours someone can wear. That night she realized how accurate that statement truly was.
He watched as she pushed around the remains of the Steak Tartare with her fork. He raised a brow at her.
“Are you feeling alright?” He pressed lightly.
She met his eyes and nodded, attempting to look as nonchalant as possible. She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t enjoying the restaurant, but she did not want him to know that she couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of him settled in between her legs.
The look he gave her was still questioning. He knew her well enough to see right through her. But what he did not yet know was that by holding eye contact with him, it took a lot from her to not bite her lip. He was so good-looking that night.
Reluctantly, he dropped his gaze and went back to his food.
She tugged at the sleeve of her navy blue, boat neck dress that hugged her body tightly, only flowing out a little at the bottom of the long skirt, nervously. Imagining how tauntingly slow he would remove her dress, stocking and lingerie moved her into a dreamlike state. Maybe it would be even nicer if he ripped them off my body.
When he caught her gaze, she crossed her legs subconsciously, clutching them tightly together underneath the wooden table. Seeing her shift in her seat gave him more than enough of idea of what she was doing. It evoked a smirk from him, going unseen by her as she speared another bite of Tartare onto her fork.
After forcing herself to swallow the mixture of steak, vegetables and Worcestershire sauce, she finally casted a look up at him. He was still smirking.
“You’re very worked up. Aren’t you, Darling?” His voice sounded completely normal, as if they were having a simple conversation over the weather rather than each other’s desires.
She swallowed hard when she saw his dark, passionate expression that contrasted the tone of his voice dramatically. She could not reply, so a bit lip was all he got in response.
“What are you wearing underneath that dress?” He asked lowly.
She clasped her hands together and watched him lean against the back of the leather chair he sat in, peering at her expectantly. If they had not been in this restaurant, he would have lit a cigarette and allowed the smoke to float behind him as he watched her fiddle with her fingers under his intense stare. Yet even without the cigarette, his gaze still held the same sharpness that only made her closer her legs tighter.
“The black set.” She spoke, voice so quiet that only he could hear her.
He nodded in approval, “Good. You look gorgeous in it.”
A soft blush spread over her cheeks. Even after all of the years they had spent together, he never failed to make her feel like the most special person in the world. They way he spoke left nothing to doubt; he meant every word he said.
“Mademoiselle, would you care for more champagne?” A waiter enquired.
She let out a startled gasp and placed a hand over her chest, not having heard him come up behind her.
“My apologies, Mademoiselle.” He said quickly, eyes going wide.
She composed herself automatically, “Nonsense, I’m terribly sorry. Yes, I will have some more.”
He nodded kindly and tipped the pine green bottle to its side, slowly filling her glass back up.
If anyone knew how to get her heart beating even faster in that moment, it was Bill. She felt as if she would pass out when he began to speak to her in Swedish:
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, Darling?”
Her eyes instantly opened wider and snapped up to the waiter who was pouring the champagne into her glass. He looked perfectly unaffected by what Bill had just wondered of her so casually.
“I am going to go down on you until you beg me to fuck you. You are going to write underneath me and scream my name as you come.” He finished, expressionless.
Thankfully, the waiter tipped the bottle upright and she hurriedly gave him her thanks. When he started off to another table, she turned to Bill with wide eyes.
“Do you want me to do those things to you?” He asked her, still speaking his mother tongue.
“Yes.” She whispered breathlessly.
Her chest was rising and falling at a much more rapid pace than usual, giving him a pleasant view of the top her breasts as they pushed against the fabric she wore. The whole situation was terribly erotic.
He looked at her pointedly.
“Yes.” She tried, stronger this time.
He leaned forward, placed his folded hands on the table and gave her a penetrating stare. She could feel his look deep down in her core. It was a feeling she wanted to welcome, only not in a restaurant where she could hardly relieve it.
“Beg for it.” He demanded.
She reached out and took his large hand in her smaller one, grasping it tightly. The look he gave her was expectant, yet he allowed her to hold his hand, knowing it comforted her.
Swedish was not her native tongue, but she believed she knew enough to give him what he wanted. She took a breath and spoke:
“Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard that I’ll feel you for days. I fucking need you now, Bill.”
That was enough to satisfy him.
He stood, pulled out his leather wallet, fished out a hundred dollar bill, and placed it on the table. The waiter gave him a nod from the other side of the restaurant.
He outstretched a hand to her, which she gladly took, and pulled her out of her seat.
She wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her. All of the endless teasing all day had her frustrated, and wanting him more than ever before. Soon, her wish would be granted.
They strode out of Clair de Lune.
All of the lights in the penthouse suite were off except for the chandelier in the bedroom. It emitted a soft, orange glow which dimly lit the room, along with the cars and streetlights in the bustling city many stories below them.
“Turn around and step out.” He commanded.
She complied, turning her body back to face his and stepped forward, out of the dress that pooled at her heel clothed feet.
He ran his smooth fingers down her cheek, causing her heart to beat erratically. She could become undone just by his touch.
“Can I take you while you wear this?” He requested, fingers trailing down to the thin strap of her bustier.
Although he was touching her, it was not where she truly wanted it. The brushes of the pad of his thumb against her already hot skin only heightened her desire to feel him somewhere else.
“Mhm.” Was all she managed to get out. She was far too distracted by the feeling of his cool fingers against her warm skin.
He tsked her, “Use your words, Darling.”
Oh, did it ever turn her on when he scolded her. They never assigned any sort of roles in their relationship, but as she truly got comfortable with him, he realized that she loved when he was in control. He found that he liked that too.
She peered up at him through her lashes.
“Yes. As long as you don’t rip it.” She cautioned.
His hands slipped down her body until they reached her waist.
“I could always buy you another.” He said simply, lips hovering over her neck.
Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips against her pulse point. The feeling of him kissing, biting and sucking had her succumbing to his touch.
“N-No, you… promised.” She reminded him through breathy moans.
He nipped at her neck then sighed, he had promised her that.
“Fine. You win.”
Her eyes opened at his response, lips widening into a mischievous grin as she pulled away from him.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” She wondered, batting her lashes innocently.
The game was all about who held the power. He had it for most of the day, purchasing hundreds of dollars of french lingerie, dressing in the clothes he knew drove her mad and telling her he wanted to have her in public. But the power could be stolen in a split second, and she held it over him mercilessly.
“Don’t push it.” He warned her.
His threat seemed idle, a feeble attempt to take back the dominance. She laughed and shifted her weight onto her back leg.
“What are you going to do about it?” She taunted, eyes gleaming. Oh, did she ever love this game.
His intense stare seemed to affect her less now. That was until, of course, he spoke five simple words:
“I won’t let you come.”
There. That was it. He had taken back the power.
“You wouldn’t.” She spoke, yet sounded less sure of herself than she had a moment before.
She shifted in her position.
“I think we both know that I would.” He said, matter-of-factly.
She looked into his eyes to see if he was lying. He was not, and his dominance returned; something that she welcomed gladly.
Chapter Notes: This lil’ story is dedicated to my best friend, fiance, beta, and brainstorming buddy, @thuriweaver / @writing-thuri without whom none of my stories would exist. Thank you for always being willing to be my fic-doctor, sweetie!
Thomas had been feeling unaccountably nervous all morning, so it was not particularly surprising when he heard the soft whoosh that accompanied the appearance of a side.
What was surprising was when he turned from his place on the couch and saw not one or two, but all of them, crowded into Virgil’s usual spot on the landing of his stairs.
“Go on,” Patton was saying (he was pushed in against Virgil’s side, wedged between Virgil and the wall, but he was smiling, nudging Virgil forward. Roman, Thomas noted, was behind him, his hands on Virgil’s shoulders; Logan had sensibly moved up a bit on the stairs to give himself a little more room.)
Virgil himself was hunched in, shoulders curved around himself, arms wrapped around his waist and hair falling over his eyes as he stared at his feet. He seemed rooted to the spot, in spite of Patton’s urges and Roman’s hands on his shoulders and Logan’s pointed gaze.
“Uh–hey, guys,” Thomas said, bewildered. “What’s up?”
Prompt: Surprise birthday present for Admin Nan! Inspired by her response to a HOBI ask talking about how hot a villain/rich/well-dressed Hobi would be. Then of course I had to ask her about her favorite things to read about in a smut. I hope you enjoy, Nan! Here’s to being legal! ;)
Genre: Smut - Cop Reader!AU, Villain Hoseok!AU
Author: Admin Kaycie
Summary: There was something about a man in a suit that was so undeniably sexy. Undercover cop has a steamy rendezvous with the villain she’s investigating, Jung Hoseok.
Tags: Slut shaming, dirty talk, daddy kink, rough blowjobs, sex in a chair, nipple piercing, nipple play, etc.
It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.
“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.
You giggled, “c’mon guys!”
The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.
“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.
You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-
“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.
You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.
“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.
“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.
They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.
“Say we win!” said Nash.
You gasped, “N-no!”
“Kay, babe,” Jack said. Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.
“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.
“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.
You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won.
Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”
Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”
“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.
“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.
“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.
“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.
Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”
Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.
He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”
You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.
Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.
You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.
“They were just-”
“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.
You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.
“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.
His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.
Nash and jack went silent from across the room.
Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.
“I never want to see their hands on you again.”
You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.
You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.
“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”
“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.
He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.
You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.
Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.
“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.
Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.
His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.
“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.
He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.
“Stop-teasing-” you managed.
Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,
“C-cam!” you moaned needily.
“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.
“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.
“Round one,” he stated.
“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-”
Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.
“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.
When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.
“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.
“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”
Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.
You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.
“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.
And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace.
You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.
And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.
“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing.
You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.
“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”
You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.
“Good job bro!”
“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”
Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”
Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”
Post College and the Foxes are all playing for different teams and Andrew and Neil live in an apartment together.
And one day Kevin comes to stay after a game in whichever city Neil has decided to drag Andrew to live in
And he is sleeping on the sofa cos he really, really does not want to know what Andrew and Neil get up to in the bedroom.
But the walls of the apartment are really super duper thin
And Kevin snores
Really super duper loud. It’s amazing Thea hasn’t killed him yet
And Andrew is lying in bed WIDE AWAKE with his eyes wide and they’re actually twitching
And Neil is rubbing a hand on round the back of his beck but Andrew can’t sleep and he doesn’t have to protect Kevin anymore
So he gets out of bed and grabs a pillow
And Neil is watching through sleepy eyes like the fuck is this boy doing
Andrew takes his pillow into the living room and stares at Kevin, still snoring loudly
“Andrew? What are you doing?” Neil calls from the bed
“I’m going to smother him.”
“Oh. Okay.” Neil nods as if that’s just completely normal and closes his eyes
And then Kevin’s snoring stops and Neil kind of realises that shit Andrew no
And he runs out of the room to see Andrew sat in top of the pillow on top of Kevin’s face looking extremely relaxed
“Andrew, get off.”
“I stopped him snoring.” Andrew sounds like a small child. So Neil just strides forwards and folds his arms in front of Andrew. They stare at each other for a while until Andrew relents and gets off
Kevin wakes up gasping and stares between Neil and Andrew
“You nearly fucking killed me!” He half hisses half whispers in outrage.
Andrew just shrugs
“You snore.” Is all the explanation Andrew gives and then walks back to the bedroom to go to sleep
Neil kind of opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish and points from the bedroom to Kevin and back again for a while until he just does this nod bounce kind of thing and follows Andrew to the bedroom with his head ducked and closes the door behind him
Kevin just sits. And sits. And then mutters “I am never staying here again.”
Kevin does not see the smug grin on Andrew’s face in the bedroom. But Neil does. And Neil just glares and rolls over to go back to sleep
Because @asquareinverona is very inspirational and wonderful and helpful and she doesn’t like snoring
[a/n: if you click on the lyrics, the song will play]
The credits rolled on the second Disney movie of the evening, signalling the bedtime of Baekhyun’s own little princess.
“I think that was my favourite,” Baekhyun exclaimed enthusiastically, stretching out his arms and legs before hugging his daughter against his side. In truth, all the princess films he had been made to watch since finding out he had a daughter were starting to blur together into handsome princes, catchy singing and good triumphing over evil. However, the Disney torture was bearable because of the smile it put on Zoe’s face.
Like the one she was beaming at him right now.
“Really Daddy?” she asked brightly, turning on the spot to face him properly and curl up like a little puppy.
Baekhyun ran his delicate fingers down her rosy cheek, smoothing her hair back off her face. “Definitely in the top ten,” he replied, beaming down at her with an ecstatic smile.
Zoe looked down at her hands, nibbling on her bottom lip like she was nervous about something. Like she had something to say.
Because I’m a Tododeku maniac who can’t stop gushing about this beautiful, wonderful pairing aside from otayuri, it is my civic duty (and because someone out there *coughs*wintermoon*coughs* needs to sleep; aka me lol jk but seriously) to share and spread the love of Tododeku fanfics. At least some since there’s 99 fics in my bookmarks hahahaha
3. Amaryllis by Greenerscreams | Hanaki AU. Hanaki AU as in vomiting flowers over unrequited love. unrequited feelings as in angst, angst, angst. This has a happy ending, though, so you’ll probably cry in happiness at the end.
4. count your blessings, not your flaws by PitViperOfDoom | MISCOMMUNICATION EVERYWHERE. It’s written so well, so much, that I cry whenever I read this. It’s gradually, achingly, heartbreaking, but at the end of it all… just read it, it’s really good!! In a way it’s because it’s relatable, and because the way they wrote Izuku-kun and Shouto-kun’s perspectives of the matter are meticulous and every single word used counts. Really builds up the image of the story.
5. centered on you by celestialfics | If you like humorous and vivid images of Izuku blushing and bumbling in a dancing class, here you go! Enjoy yourselves as this beautiful Deku tries to waltz.
6.a drop of ink may make a million think by pellucidpilgrim | Pining! More pining hahaha with sleep deprived Izuku writing a poem (btw, the poem is written by the author themselves!! It’s really good, I swear) and Shouto-kun tucking his roommate and singing him to sleep. It’s beautiful and precious GO READ THIS.
9. Subscapula by mousapelli |Three years into Biology, and words like subscapula are written in my cardiac muscles. Here’s a Masseuse!Deku and an injured Shouto-kun falling for Deku’s smooth smooth words and soothing hands. mhmm.
10. He was dumb enough to die on him by mmok | Reincarnation AU. Deku dies and Shouto cries. Deku reborns and there’s more angst, more tears, and more angst. Not exactly for sleepy time, but it can be (just that there’s a lot more to gush about this but I’m a bit sleep deprived hahaha). The author did a great job in manipulating this concept into a wonderful work of art (and a great job for bringing me to tears for every single chapter). Character development is well done and is scenes for each chapter are well detailed and well paced. I’d love to read it again (and cry about it for the nth time hahaha).
11. Inconsequential by FlowerPrints (WIP) | MY FAVORITE AU. See that bold font? yea, it’s my ultimate favorite AU. Meet cute with Quirkless!Deku and a Curious!Todoroki at a train station. I’ve bookmarked this the minute I finished the first chapter because it’s beautiful and awesome and AH! The pacing’s well done too. There’s nothing quick about this. There’s this step by step process coming along with the developing friendship between Deku and Todoroki and I’m excited for more chapters~!
12. Wait Time by InsomniacArrest (WIP) | Interesting AU. There are still people who do have quirks but are not handled through a hero/villain universe, but are handled through suppressors. Mostly the setting is situated in a hospital and Deku, who is quirkless, works as an intern under Yagi Toshinori (All Might), a VIP in the hospital. He meets a grumpy kid who sits by the corner named Shouto, who apparently flirts in the most awkward way possible. His backstory hasn’t been fully covered yet and it’s still at its sixth, but it’s good. It’s reaaal good.
There’s probably more to tackle but I’ll place the others on a second part.
The 11 Beginner Yoga Poses Everyone Pretends To Know (But May Be Doing Wrong)
1. Mountain Pose (Tadasana)
Stand tall, spine straight with feet parallel and big toes touching. Look straight ahead.
Common mistakes: The ribs and butt should not stick out too far. Try to keep your spine, from the top of your head to your tailbone, in one straight line.
Sochocki says: “Unlike regular standing, here you stand with a purpose, feeling the four corners of your feet, lifting up the knee caps, engaging the legs, drawing the the tailbone down and lifting the belly button in and up. Soften the shoulders down the back and turn the palms to face forward, imagine you have heavy rocks in your hands. Look straight ahead and feel the power of the Mountain!”
2. Chair Pose (Utkatasana)
Knees bent over the ankles, thighs as parallel to the floor as possible. Torso should form a right angle over your thighs. Move the feet closer together for a more advanced pose. Inhale as you raise your hands up.
Common mistakes: Knees should not go past the toes.
Sochocki says: “Place more weight over the heels to pull the knees away from hovering over the toes.”
3. Forward Fold (Uttanasana)
Start in mountain pose. Hinge from the hips on an exhale and fold over forward, keeping the spine as straight as possible. Let the head hang heavy, and relax the jaw. Keep feet hip-width apart for beginners or touching for intermediate/advanced students.
Common mistakes: A straight spine is more important than having straight legs. Bend your knees as much as needed to keep a straight spine with your chest touching your thighs.
Sochocki says: “Consistency in yoga is important and over time, the back of the legs will open in forward fold. Keep the knees soft, and don’t lock them.”
4. Downward-facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana)
From plank position, with your feet hip-width apart and hands shoulder-width apart, lift your hips toward the ceiling on an exhale until your body makes an inverted “V.” Eyes are looking between the legs or toward the belly. Pull the belly and ribs in.
Common mistakes: People with tight hamstrings and calves tend to form boxy poses. To correct this, bend the knees more, and draw the chest toward the tops of the thighs, pressing your hands firmly against the floor to pull the hips back.
Sochocki says: “It is more important to keep your back straight and less important to keep the legs straight.” You shouldn’t be afraid to bend the knees or lift the heels if needed. “Imagine that you are a fish and you’ve been hooked at the tailbone and are being pulled back to the boat. This will help lift the hips back and up.”
5. Warrior One (Virabhadrasana 1)
From downward-facing dog, step your right foot forward between your hands, turn your left heel in, and raise your torso and arms up on an inhale. The front foot’s heel should line up with the back foot’s arch, with the front of the knee directly over the ankle. Face both hips forward, draw the tailbone down, and pull the ribs in. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.
Common mistakes: The back hip should be facing forward and not outward, and the back foot should be closer to a 45-degree angle, not a 90-degree angle.
Sochocki says: “Imagine both your hips are headlights. You want both headlights facing forward.”
6. Warrior Two (Virabhadrasana 2)
Similar to warrior one, but with arms stretched out in opposite directions, parallel to the floor and in line with the shoulders. Raise arms and torso on an inhale. Back foot should be at a 90-degree angle, and front thigh should be parallel to the floor, with the front of the knee directly over the ankle. Eyes should look out over middle finger. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.
Common mistakes: The butt or belly should not stick out, and there should be no arch in the lower back. Foot alignment is also often wrong. Make sure that your front foot’s heel aligns with the back foot’s arch.
Sochocki says: “Imagine you are spreading your mat apart. To align your hips, place your hands on your hips to make sure you’re not leaning too much on one hip.”
7. Triangle Pose (Trikonasana)
Step feet wide apart, creating a triangle from your feet to your pelvic bone. Start with turning one foot out by 90 degrees and the other inward by 15 degrees. Stretch arms out in line with the shoulders, and, on an exhale, rotate torso toward the outward-turned foot. Fingers should touch the shin for beginners or slightly touch the floor for advanced. The other arm should be reaching up with eyes looking at the raised hand, neck kept long and away from the shoulders. Shoulders and arms should form one line.
Common mistakes: The front hip should not jut out, and the back hip should not drop down.
Sochocki says: “To ensure good alignment, go into the pose very slowly.”
8. Child’s Pose (Balasana)
Child’s pose is a pose of surrender. Starting from a kneeling position, with toes touching and knees as wide as the shoulders, draw your hips down to your heels as your arms extend forward on the floor and your forehead lowers to the ground. Close your eyes and let your forehead rest on the ground. Breathe in whichever manner is comfortable to you.
Sochocki says: “There is no wrong way to do Child’s Pose. However, if you have tight hips, it can be helpful to place a blanket or pillow between your hips and heels and a block for your forehead.”
9. Baby Cobra (Ardha Bhujangasana)
This pose is done on the belly, with the pubic bone and the tops of the feet pressing into the ground. Feet are as wide as the hips and straight back. Hands are resting beside the rib cage, and elbows are squeezed back, reaching toward one another. Using the strength in the lower lumbar spine, peel the chest and upper ribs off the floor. Lift up on an inhale, take a few breaths, and lower down on an exhale.
Common mistakes: Hands should not be in front of the shoulders, and the shoulders should not be by the ears. To correct this form, draw the shoulders down the back, and pull the shoulders away from the ears.
Sochocki says: Your elbows should be at a 45 degree angle and you should use your lower back – with minimal push from your hands – to pull your torso off the floor.
10. Seated Twist with Leg Extended (Marichyasana)
The seated spinal twist neutralizes the spine. Start from a seated position, with butt on the ground and both legs parallel in front of you. Extend your left leg straight out, and flex the foot. Bend your right knee, and cross your right foot over the extended left leg. Left elbow pushes against the outside of the right knee, and right hand is placed on the floor on the right side of the body. Right hand should be planted behind the right side of the spine, supporting it. Look over the shoulder or as far as the neck allows. Repeat pose on the opposite side of the body.
Common mistakes: Do not round your back. Lengthen your spine by lifting your back up. Make sure your back hand is helping you life the spine up.
Sochocki says: “Exhale as you twist your spine. Inhale to create the space [in your torso] and the exhale will move you deeper into the space you’ve created.”
11. Upward-facing Dog* (Urdhva Mukha Svanasana)
From the plank position, with feet hip-width apart and arms shoulder-width apart, exhale and use your arms to slowly lower your body down until your elbows form a 90-degree angle. Use your toes to tilt your body forward and roll over your toes so the tops of your feet are flat on the ground. On an inhale, straighten your elbows so your entire torso, knees and thighs are lifted from the ground. Your hands and feet should be the only parts of your body touching the ground. Look slightly upward, past the tip of the nose. Exit the pose on an exhale.
Common mistakes: “I most commonly see students go into this pose before their back is ready for it. You can tell when their shoulders are high and near the ears. I recommend that beginners start with a cobra pose, closer to the floor. Cobra has little to no weight in the hands and will slowly build up the strength in the back.”
Sochocki says: “For those who are determined to master the up dog, make sure you press firmly down with the feet and keep drawing the chest through the arms. Lift from the center of the heart while pulling your shoulders down your back.”
Summary: The deed is done, you and Peter have slept together. The real challenge begins, the thoughts of relationships and publicly being a couple spring up. More importantly, can you still be best friends now that you’ve slept together? It’s something you would like to happen more than the one time. Peter seems to agree. Both of you hate hiding it from Ned and Michelle. Neither of you knows exactly what to say to each other or to your friends.
Warnings?: A little smutty. ;)
When you woke up the next morning, you were alone. You felt a sharp pang in your chest. Why had Peter left? You looked over at your alarm clock. It was still early enough for you to have a shower and make yourself some breakfast before you had to catch the train.
You fidgeted anxiously at the train stop. Why were you nervous to see Peter? You had never been this nervous to see him. He had always been a source of comfort. But at the moment, you were consumed with the question of why Peter had left. Surely it wasn’t a big deal. Perhaps he had just left to get ready for school?
Or he freaked out and ran, maybe he’ll never speak to you ever again? You shuddered at the thought of your friendship with Peter ending. You didn’t even know what you would do with yourself. No. You and Peter’s relationship was fine. If kissing didn’t do anything to you, sleeping together shouldn’t be that different.
Ugh, who were you kidding..? Losing your virginity was a big deal for pretty much everyone. Let alone losing it to your best friend only a day after your first kiss. You hadn’t even realized how fast you two had moved until you stood away and looked in. But no matter what, you didn’t feel any regret. If it had to be anyone, you wanted it to be Peter.
What if that meant your friendship was over? Would you want it to be someone else then??
Peter never showed up at the train station. You almost didn’t get on the train so consumed with worry for where he was. He didn’t show up for the first half of the school day either. You finally gave in while eating lunch with Ned and Michelle and asked them if they had heard anything.
“Oh yeah he’s-” Ned stopped “At Stark’s.” He said
“Hmm.” Michelle muttered obviously not believing Ned.
“So, the Internship interferes with school now?” You asked raising your brows.
“It’s important work, you know.”
“No, I don’t think we would.” Michelle interjected. “Since he never talks about it.”
“Trust me, okay? Plus, he said he would be here after lunch.” Suddenly you were nervous again.
“Did you do something different to your hair?” You realized Michelle was talking to you.
“Um.. no. Why?” You asked fiddling with the loose strands. Michelle looked you over once more before shrugging.
“I dunno, you just look different.” She said picking at her fries making little red swirls with her ketchup.
“She’s right. There is something different about you.” Ned agreed.
I’m not a virgin anymore. Is that it? Is it true then? You can tell when someone had “gotten lucky” the night before or lost their virginity..?
“I didn’t do anything.” You said flinching at your defensive tone. You didn’t want to think that You and Peter sleeping together could change anything. Not even your appearance.
You almost didn’t notice him come in. Almost. Plus you had seen him walking across the field from the train stop only minutes before, your heart heavy.
He plopped down on his stool between you and Ned a couple seconds before the final bell rang signalling the beginning of class. You were relieved when Ms. Warren started right away instead of waiting long enough so that you would have to face Peter. Usually, Peter wouldn’t talk during lessons.
“Psst.” He poked your arm with the eraser end of his pencil. You jumped.
“Y-Yeah?” You said not able to look at him he leaned closer to you to make sure no one heard.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I heard your parents moving around in the morning. I didn’t want to get you in trouble so I slipped out.” He whispered. “I really wanted to be there when you woke up.” He said you smiled at how genuine his voice sounded. Turning to look at him finally.
“Good. I thought I had scared you off.” You whispered back.
“If kissing you didn’t scare me off,” He looked around nervously checking if anyone was eavesdropping but you were being quiet enough. “What makes you think sleeping with you would be any different?” He said
“I don’t know because its not kissing..” You said fiddling with your pencil. “It’s… sex.” You said
“Hey,” He reached over and placed a hand on your arm. “I wanted it just as much as you did. I mean, it’s not like you pulled me down that fire escape and into your bed by my ear.” He said you laughed covering your mouth quickly but it was too late. Warren had scoped you and Peter out.
“Peter… Y/N.. Anything you would like to share with the rest of us?”
“No, Ms. Warren. Sorry for interrupting. I just needed an eraser.” You said
“Oh, I didn’t know erasers were so humorous.” She said
“They aren’t ma’am.” You said lowering your head in embarrassment.
“Speaking of things that aren’t I realized that you and Mr. Parker hadn’t handed in yesterdays homework assignment.” She said the class cooed.
“Oh… um..” You gaped. You didn’t even know there was a homework assignment. She wasn’t calling out Ned either so obviously Ned had done it quickly after taking the Death Star home from Peter’s.
“Thirty minutes detention for the two of you after school.” She said you and Peter both nodded, embarrassed and ashamed.