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hurt-care · 1 month ago

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The Next Morning

Okay, so here's a truly horny little fic about two guys having a one night stand after a night of dancing at a club and one of the guys wakes up the next morning with awful hayfever...starts somewhat PG13 and ends 18+.

Did I re-read/edit this? Absolutely not. Enjoy this light porn with some plot lol.

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There's a muffled sneeze and Sean opens his eyes groggily, searching for the source of the sound. He's slightly hung-over from an evening out dancing and it takes him a moment to remember the previous night's events. There was a guy with terrific blue eyes and a beautiful smile, and oh my god he was so sexy. They'd danced until they'd tumbled home in a tangle of limbs. Ben....right??

Sean rolls over, looking at the curled up form in his bed beside him.

“Good morning,” he says softly.

On the opposite side of the bed, Ben rubs at his puffy eyes and he wriggles his nose, taking a discreet sniffle that sounds wet with congestion.

“Morning,” he replies, his voice thick from sleep and his clogged nose. “Sorry if I woke you.”

Sean furrows his brow at the sound of Ben's voice.

“You didn't wake me, I don't think,” he says, squinting at the clock as he reaches for his glasses from the nightstand. “It's not too early....9am. Did you sleep okay?”

Ben turns his head into his pillow, wanting to go back to sleep to escape the building itch in his sinuses.

“Mhm, fine,” he mumbles, but it's a lie. He's exhausted and the pressure in his head is beginning to build to a painful peak.

Sean reaches out a hand to stroke the bare skin of Ben's back.

“I did,” he says. “That was really fun....last night.”

“Yeah,” Ben mutters, face still buried in the pillow.

“Can I make you some coffee or something....?” Sean asks tentatively, unsure why the other man seems so insistent on remaining facing away.

“No...I'm f--” Ben starts to say but his words falter. “Ehhh....Hehh-TSGHHTT!”

A harsh sneeze tears from his throat, wet and violent and leaving him sniffling thickly in its wake.

Sean startles at the sudden sound.

“Bless you!” he says, surprised. “I've got some tissues over here...do you want one?”

He reaches for the box from his nightstand and holds it out across the bed.

Ben's shoulder hunch as he nods meekly. With a congested, rattling breath, he turns in bed and pushes himself up to sit, reaching for the tissues. His face is a splotchy mess of red and pink mottled irritation. His eyes are swollen and pink-tinged, sparkling with allergic tears. His nose is red at the edges and glistening with moisture.

“Err....are you okay?” Sean asks, putting the tissue box down close to Ben.

Ben dabs at his nose with a tissue, nodding. “Yeah, I'll be fine. It's allergies....it happens sometimes.”

“Oh,” Sean says sympathetically. “That looks uncomfortable.”

“I didn't take my meds last night....I usually take a dose before bed so I don't wake up like....well, this,” Ben says. He shrugs sheepishly and tries to discreetly blow his nose but it's nearly impossible to be quiet about it.

“Ah,” says Sean. “Makes sense. I don't think I have anything strong but I might have some Allegra in my bathroom...is that enough?”

“No, you don't have to, I'm f---hehhh...ehhthGHXXXTT!!”

Ben breaks off with a throat-scraping sneeze that he manages to smother with a tissue.

“Bless you,” Sean says sympathetically. “Geez, you've got it bad. I was going to ask you out for breakfast since I had such a good time with you last night but...”

Ben rubs at his watery eyes, looking uncomfortable and self-conscious. “Yeah...I'm sorry I just don't- - I – ehh..hehhh....Heh-GHXCHHHT!

Sean feels himself blush a little. There's something about the intense vulnerability of a man losing control over and over in his bed that's making him a little hot and bothered.

“Um, well there's a CVS a few blocks down....I could run and pick you up something but I'm guessing you take a pretty strong prescription.

Ben shakes his head wearily.

“Yeah, the over-the-counter stuff probably won't make much of a dent....I should just head home and ehh—hehhh'TCHHSCHTT!”

Sean watches him for a moment before his eyes widen and he jumps from the bed, naked, and darts across the room.

“Oh shit,” he says, reaching the window. “I definitely opened this late last night. It felt a little stuffy in here. I'm so sorry. That probably set you off extra-bad.”

“It's okay,” Ben says, shifting to grab a fresh tissue, which he balls up and presses against his leaking nose. “It's not your fault. I should get better at bringing my pills with me.”

“Who is thinking about allergy pills when they're at Magic?” Sean asks, returning to the bed with a grin. “Especially when you run in to someone so wildly sexy.”

He shift closer to Ben, putting his hand on Ben's hip.

“And I'd really like to see you again.”

Ben lets out a soft moan at the touch and the flush in his cheeks deepens, equal parts desire and embarrassment.

“I'd like that,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “It's just---Heh-GHSXHHT!”

The sneeze cuts him off, hard and violent. Sean smiles softly.

“Bless you,” he says. “You're probably exhausted from that already. What neighbourhood do you live in? I could drive you home so you can take your medicine....””

Ben tries to protest out of pride, but his head is pounding from the increased sinus pressure and he really does need to take that pill.

“You don't have to,” he begins before he's cut off by another sneeze “Heh-Tschht!!”

“You're going to take a bus or subway like this?” Sean asks. “I mean, I can call you a cab if you prefer but I'm happy to drive....”

Ben sniffles as he imagines himself on the crowded subway enduring a sneezing fit.

“If you really don't mind,” he says softly.

Sean squeezes Ben's arm. “I don't.”

Ben swings his legs out of the bed, searching for his clothing on the floor.

“I'm really sorry about this,” he says as he dresses.

“Oh don't apologize,” Sean admonishes as he pulls on a pair of boxers followed by some sweatpants. “You can't help it. And it doesn't bother me, honestly.

“It doesn't?” Ben asks incredulously, his fingers twitching idly as he resists the urge to scratch at his nose.

"No, in fact you remind me of this guy I used to have a huge crush on in high school. He was a lacrosse player and I'm 99% sure he was straight. He was so fucking hot but he had these awful allergies. I was on the team but I was a terrible player and he was a star, but in the spring he'd get so congested he'd come off the field just sneezing and coughing and having to sit on the bench next to me and do his puffer and his nasal spray. And honestly, it kinda drove me wild to see him so....so out of control like that, you know? This guy who was normally so butch and tough just reduced to a sniffling mess....not that you're a mess I just mean....I mean, I find it kinda cute."

Ben's cheeks redden deeper as he plays back the events of the previous night....their kisses, the sex...and even though he feels awful, a shiver of arousal runs through him.

“You...do?” he asks breathlessly.

Sean's face blushes a matching red and he nods, looking down at his feet.

“Is that so fucking weird of me to say? I feel like I sound like a psycho, but yeah, I find it kinda cute....”

“Maybe not,” Ben murmurs. “I honestly never thought anyone would find this attractive...”

“I mean, I went on a date with a guy a few months ago who really wanted to suck my toes and I thought that was really weird.”

Ben laughs. “Did you let him?!

“Hell no!” Sean exclaims. “I said I'm flattered but that's not really my thing, and then he went home.”

“Aw, poor guy,” Ben says with a breathy laugh before he suddenly jerks forward as a small fit of sneezes seizes his body.

Ehh-GHSHH! Heh.....ehh-tSGHHT! Ngh'TSGHH! 'TSGHH! He surfaces with a gasp and a thick sniffle, rubbing at his runny nose with his wrist.

“Bless you baby,” Sean says, grabbing the tissue box and holding it out. Ben's practically glowing pink as he takes one and blows his nose softly.

“Are those you clothes?” Sean asks, pointing to a pair of crumpled pants and a shirt on the floor. “My car is just out back...we can head out whenever you're ready.”

When Ben's dressed, they head outside in to the morning sunshine and by the time they reach Sean's car, Ben is audibly wheezing. He collapses in to the passenger seat, sniffling and wriggling his nose.

“Dammit,” he says softly. “Can't wait to take that stupid pill.”

Sean reverses out of the spot and starts to drive, trying not to glance at Ben in the mirror as the poor man rubs at his bloodshot blue eyes.

“Tell me where to park,” he says as they turn on to Ben's block. Ben points out the building and Sean pulls up in front.

“Err...okay,” Sean says as he shifts to park. “Umm...do you want some company to make sure you're alright?”

Ben looks surprised.

“You don't mind?” he croaks, shocked that this handsome man still seems interested in spite of it all.

“Of course not,” Sean says. “You can just sit on the couch and tell me what to get from where.

“I guess if you really don't mind?” Ben says.

“I don't have anything else planned,” Sean says. “Plan was to take the cute boy to brunch or if that failed, then play video games on the couch. So this is fine.”

He shuts off the car and climbs out. Ben follows suit, pausing on the steps of the apartment building and bracing himself against the iron railing as a series of sneezes tear out.

Eh-tshGHXHT! Ngh'SGHT! Ehh....hhehh-TSGHHT!

“Bless you!” Sean says. “I don't think I've ever seen anyone sneeze so much.”

“I get it really bad,” Ben croaks, unlocking the lobby door and stepping inside. “When it gets triggered, I just can't seem to stop.”

They go down the hall and Ben opens the door to his apartment, letting Sean inside. It's a modest, dimly lit place. The windows are closed and an air purifier hums in the corner.

“Welcome.” Ben says, flipping on the living room light. “Sorry, it's a little sparse. I haven't been here long.”

“It's cute,” Sean says. “First things first. You get your meds, I'll get a glass of water?”

Ben nods, mumbling a quiet “Yeah, sure, thanks.”

He returns to Sean sitting on the couch with a large glass of water and he deposits a pile of prescription bottles on the coffee table.

“That's quite the arsenal,” Sean says, nodding to the three pill bottles and the prescription nasal spray.

“Yeah, I...I'm on, like, really high powered stuff” he says, opening the bottles and decanting pills in to his palm. He tosses them back into his mouth and takes a swig of water before reaching for the nasal spray. “Sorry, this stuff is kinda gross.”

He pulls a box of tissues on the coffee table closer before taking a puff of the medicine up each nostril. His face contorts uncomfortably as the spray enters his sinuses and he takes a tissue, his hand hovering close to his face in anticipation.

The itch builds to a peak and he presses his nose to the tissue.

Eh-TXHT! TXHHT! Ehh-TSGHXTT! The sneezes tumble out, rapid and tight-sounding. He takes a shuddery breath and resumes the fit.

Ngh-GHXTT! Tsh'GHXT! GHXHT! Ehhh—Hehhh-GSHGHHHT!!

The last one is more productive and wet, dampening the tissue and forcing him to grab another. He blows his nose softly.

“Ugh, sorry,” he says. “It always makes me sneeze.”

“Does it help?” Sean asks.

“Yeah, when I remember to take it,” Ben says wryly.

Sean chuckles. “Well, I imagine it takes a while to kick in. I'm happy to keep you company if you'd like, but if you want to take a shower or go change or whatever, that's fine.”

“Uh, yeah,” Ben nods. He can feel the sweat from last night's dancing and sex on his skin, and the allergy attack isn't helping him feel any cleaner. “I'm actually going to jump in the shower if you don't mind.”

“By all means,” Sean says. “It's your place.”

He blushes suddenly, looking down at his hands.

“I really hope this isn't too forward...me asking this....but....”

“Yeah?” Ben asks, anxiety rising at the question.

“How would you feel about me joining you?” Sean asks.

Ben flushes. “You...you'd want that?”

“Yes,” says Sean. “Very much.”

Ben's heart leaps with a jolt of eagerness in spite of his allergic state. He stands, reaching for Sean.

“Okay, let's go then.”

“Wait,” says Sean, standing and gripping Ben around the waist. “First...can I kiss you good morning?”

“Yeah,” Ben says, eyelashes fluttering. “Yes...please.”

Sean leans in, locking lips with Ben's. Their noses bump slightly and Sean can feel a tinge of moisture. He releases the kiss to allow Ben a breath before resuming it. It's messy; all tongue and teeth and gasps.

“C'mon,” Sean says, running his hands across the hem of Ben's shirt. “I want this off.”

They tumble into the small bathroom and Ben turns on the shower to a steamy hot spray.

“Let's make you feel better,” Sean says softly, pulling off Ben's shirt. They undress each other eagerly, admiring each other's bodies in the daylight.

“Wow,” Ben says, running his hands over Sean's chest.

“Wow yourself,” Sean says, slipping his hands around Ben's waist and guiding his boxers off.

They step in to the shower, bodies pressed together, eager for touch. Sean cups Ben's face, rubbing his thumb carefully along the man's swollen sinus.

“You poor sweet thing,” he murmurs. “God, you're so sexy.”

A low whine comes from Ben's throat at the touch. He's still so congested but the way Sean is taking care of him is so intimate and sweet....it's driving him absolutely wild.

“What do you want?” Sean asks, stroking his cheek. “What will make you feel better?”

Ben's mind is fuzzy with desire and he can barely string a sentence together.

“I want...heh....”

“Don't worry about it,” Sean says gently. “If you need to sneeze, just sneeze. It doesn't bother me.”

Ben trembles in Sean's arms, trying to stave off the fit but the steam is already getting to his sinuses. He takes a shuddering breath and suddenly a series of coughs choke him. He jerks forward, leaning heavily on Sean for support.

“It's okay baby,” Sean soothes, holding him steady and rubbing a hand across his back.

The coughs make his sinuses throb painfully and his head ache. When they finally abate, he groans and lets his head fall on to Sean's shoulder.

“I got you,” Sean murmurs, stroking Ben's damp hair. “Your poor nose. Hopefully the steam helps a bit.”

Ben nods wearily.

“My sinuses are killing me.”

“Here,” Sean offers, holding Ben's head in his broad hands. “Is this okay?”

He gently runs his thumbs along the swollen ridges of Ben's cheeks. Ben winces but doesn't pull away.

“Yeah, that feels kinda good,” he croaks, flushing with embarrassment. The gentle touch is so damn sweet....and weirdly erotic. He can feel himself getting excited in spite of the pressure in his head.

“I think I....I have to-” Ben stammers, on the edge of a sneeze. He suddenly turns away, spraying a sneeze towards the shower wall.

Ngh-TSGHHHH!

A thick rope of snot dangles from his nose as he surfaces, red-faced and breathless. Sean cups water in his hand and carefully washes it away.

“I don't think I've ever seen someone so allergic,” Sean murmurs, stroking his face.

“It's.....it's bad,” Ben stammers.

“Yeah,” Sean says breathlessly. He runs his hands down Bens muscular chest. “God, you're so hot....can I?”

He glides his hands down to Ben's hips, asking permission to go further.

Ben whimpers at the touch.

“Yes....please.”

“Do you want my hands or my mouth?” Sean asks.

“Both,” Ben gasps out, sniffling with a thick snort.

“Both?” Sean says with a chuckle. “Greedy boy.”

He crouches in the shower, hands squeezed firmly around Ben's narrow hips and ass as he teasingly licks a gentle circle.

Ben gasps, head lolling back. He instantly regrets the motion as his congestion drips down his throat and he coughs to clear it. He's trembling at Sean's touch, his body so wildly sensitive that he feels as if Sean might undo him right then and there.

Sean takes him in his mouth and Ben's knees almost buckle.

“F-fuck,” he groans, his voice congested and hoarse but passionate.

Sean increases his pace and Ben lets out a strangled moan. It's all so intense and Ben braces himself against the tiles to keep from collapsing.

Sean makes quick work of him and Ben is quickly limp against the wall, sniffling and panting noisily. Sean rises and kisses his shoulder.

“Did that feel good baby?”

“Yes,” Ben says breathlessly. “It's....it's like a balloon popped in my head.”

His nose is streaming freely down his lip and he looks beyond exhausted. Sean captures his mouth for a moment in a tender kiss.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Let's get dried off.”

#dustyfic #snzblr #snz fet #snz kink

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pearlescentparade · 4 months ago

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THIS IS SO CUTE i hope i can do it justice🫡🫡

triple trouble 🟥🟦 red & blue o older sibling! reader 💝

it's early. the blue morning sky is incredibly pale in contrast to the vivid yellow-orange light emitting from the sun. sleepy bizville is bathed in a warm yellow tint, contradictory to the cold breeze of the early hours that sweeps through the town. at this time, most people are asleep like they should be. you are "most people".

until your sleep is interrupted by an small yet rapidly enthusiastic rapping on your door.

"ughhhhh..." annoyed and unwilling to rise, you turn over in your bed in the hopes that your visitor will leave with time. whoever it is, they can buzz off! who's even awake at this hour?!

"WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!! COME OUT AND TRAIN WITH US!!" "..pretty please!"

evidently, red and blue are. and you know they won't leave until you face them. so, with another groan, you toss your blanket off and drag yourself out of your bed to get the door. the pair is completely geared up and beaming with energy that is nigh impossible to be summoned by any adult, in contrast to your messy sleepwear and overall tired appearance. they seem to light up at the sight of you nevertheless.

"c'mon, get ready!! we gotta practice a lot if we wanna be as strong as boss!" with no regards to your personal space, red takes a great step forward into your doorway while yelling like he wants to wake the neighbors.

"then why not go and bother him instead of me? i don't remember signing up to babysit you goobers.." seriously, noobador needs to pay you considering how often you have to look after them. you go to close the door, but pause when you hear blue meekly pipe up.

"the.. the boss is out today... we'd be home alone, and he was worried that something could happen to us... so we said we'd be with you..!" you draw out a long sigh, "i'm not really interested in hanging out with babies this early. and besides, you guys have each other, you'll be fine.. now shoo!! i'm trying to sleep!"

you attempt to slam the door on them, but once again you are stopped. this time, by the sound of.. sniffling. slowly creaking the door open, you are met with the duo on the verge of bawling.

"aauaaa..." "uwaa....."

red and blue peer up at you with round eyes shining with tears and trembling lips, ready to start blubbering.

you grimace at the sight. ugh, they always knew how to get you. "..fine!! i'll get you ice cream after training if you don't cry, you two have ugly crying faces and i don't want to see them!" as you offer the compromise, you retreat back into the house and pull a hoodie over yourself to try to look more presentable before you go out with them.

"YAY!! big sib is the best!!", they cheerfully exclaim together from outside. embarrassed, you stammer out, "i-i'm not related to you goofballs! quit acting like i am!"

you keep your promise and take red and blue to an ice cream truck after training. however, they seem like they're struggling with deciding on what flavors to get.

"rocky road.. or mint chip... hrmm...." red studies the menu printed on the side of the truck, as if picking a flavor of ice cream is a life or death decision.

"uwa... there's too many to choose from.. what are you planning to get?" blue curiously looks to you and gently tugs on your shirt to grab your attention.

nonchalantly, you shrug, "ehh, probably cookies and cream-" "OOH, cookies and cream is good! let's get it!!" getting the attention of the ice cream seller, red stands on his tippytoes to reach the window. "three cookies and cream ice creams!!"

you protest at your immaculate taste being stolen, "wh- HEY, don't get it just because i am!! freakin' copycats.."

"well if big sib likes it, it HAS to be good!!!" "yea!" they don't even look the tiniest bit ashamed for blatantly taking your idea... but it upsets you less when you think about it like putting them onto elite ball knowledge. as long as it isn't pistachio, right? "cookies and cream is good, so i'll let it go... but stop copying me and get your own taste next time!! and i'm NOT your big sibling!!!"

a few days have passed since then. you're trudging home from visiting roadtown, struggling to keep yourself up after getting severely jumped in the meadows by several noobs. they were especially aggressive today... you clutch your aching side, which you earned after getting headbutted by a helmet noob hard. your feet drag after one another, but you gain a little second wind and speed up when your happy home comes into view.

just patiently waiting outside your house however, are red and blue. they just can't seem to leave you alone... if they see you like this.. "HEY LOOK!!! they're finally home!!" of course, red has to open his huge mouth and point you out. they excitedly run to approach you, but their joyful expressions quickly transform into ones of shock when they notice your beaten state as they get closer. red goes to support you from the left, and blue does the same on your right.

"w-what happened??! are you okay???"

"ugh, some chumps got the better of me, that's all... i'm alright you two, i just need to get home and rest." even speaking, it's obvious you're weakened judging from your labored breathing and how you croak with every word.

the two share a look, seemingly sharing a telepathic agreement. then without warning, they sandwich you in a small hug. "nobody can beat our big sibling!!! it'll take more than some randos to keep them down, WAHAHAHA!!!!"

"you're the coolest, big sib! don't let them get you down..!"

you can't help but snicker at their words of encouragement. they're dumb kids, but they're your dumb kids. and unfortunately, you've become too attached to these nerds to the point where you can't imagine your life without them. roughly, you pet both of their heads with one hand on each one, the duo yelping in surprise and giggling.

"yea yea, just get me home, ya little dorks."

(parade postscript: i'm actually a younger sibling so hopefully the dynamic feels realistic esp with the copying cus i was the biggest culprit of that n my sisters HATEDD me for it teehee)

#roblox #block tales #reader insert #block tales roblox #red and blue block tales #sfw

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wooahaeruby · 24 days ago

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Chapter 46: Normalcy

This chapter is some filler, some jokes, and friendship. There are sex jokes-

AN: I lied about posting the next chapter, I forgot so two are going out today.

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If they were plotting something, you didn’t know. They hadn’t told you of any plans, even Wonwoo, and for some reason it was making you a little nervous.

Tessa, though she had to cancel your appointment on Tuesday and you couldn’t see her until Thursday, was proud of you! All the progress you made was great, but she did think the little bit of humor was probably uncalled for since you were talking about a very serious incident. C’est la vie. Can’t change that.

Though you went over a lot about what happened when telling the guys, she did help you draft an email to send to your work regarding your resignation. After the session, you had a plan to ask Seokmin to read it over since he was home.

“Real talk.” You clicked your tongue and Tessa snorted a laugh.

“I thought we were, but alright, go on.”

You narrowed your eyes in thought. “How do you explain that you aren’t fragile and that things don’t need to be hidden from you?”

“There are a few ways to do this, but you want the most to-the-point way to do it?”

“Pretty much. I told them on Monday but they haven’t said anything. If they are plotting, I’d like to know to prepare myself for the worst.”

“Simple, just ask if they are plotting anything. Tell them you want to be involved and you aren't going to break because of their answers.” Tessa shrugged on camera. “ You’ve progressed quickly, but you’ve also been good with your limits. You are self aware of what you want or need so I’m not worried too much about you. That being said, I hope you know that just because you’ve come so far rather quickly, doesn’t mean you are fully better. You haven’t fully integrated back into life.”

“Oh trust me, I know. But I’m going to have someone get my car from my place so I can go out more. Not the city by myself, but maybe the town here and the stores like that.”

“If you struggle with any of that, we can talk more next session.”

You hummed, glancing at the time. That email did take a while but that’s okay. “I’ll see you next week? Tuesday?”

“Hopefully nothing emergent comes up again. Sorry again about that.”

“Eh, I won’t hold it against you.”

“Thanks.” She said sarcastically, smiling as she bid you a farewell.

Sprinting up the stairs from Pandora, laptop in hand, you made it to Seokmin’s door, knowing loudly until you heard him. Pushing open the door, you took note of Seokmin sitting on his bed, sorting his overflowing basket of laundry.

He fixed his thick framed glasses, raising a brow. “ ‘Sup?”

“Can you read over my resignation. I want to send it out so Sona can pick up anything I left in my office.”

Seokmin motioned you over, giving grabby hands for your laptop and you shuffled over to join him on the bed.

He took your computer, letting you enter your password before starting his review. With nothing to do, you started to match his socks together and fold some of his pants. Beside you, he fixed a few things in your email before passing the device back, nodding.

“It’s fine, I’m guessing you’ve already asked Sona to pick you stuff up? I should have done it while I was there…”

“Ehh, it’s fine. She already agreed to go so I also asked her to get my car once she gets back from the office.” You hummed, helping him finish off his pile of clothes. “So…”

“Do not-” Seokmin glared halfheartedly.

“Any big bad evil plans against Monsta X?”

“Mouse.”

“Minnie.”

He pushed his glasses up to the top of his head and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I haven’t heard anything. Cheol’s been really quiet, distant, and a little cagey. Kinda hard to talk to him. Joshua and Jeonghan can’t even get through to him either. Maybe blaming himself for it, you know how he gets.”

You nodded along, a bit guilty since you did drop a fucking bomb of information on them – him – quickly. “So, work my magic I guess?”

Seokmin cringed. “What fucking magic? He likes you. You don’t even have to do anything aside from batting your eyelashes and he is done for.”

“Damn…You're right though.” The two of you shared a laugh. “I’ll try to get something out of him.”

“Good luck.” Seokmin clicked his tongue as you sent the email, standing to bring some of his clothes to the closet.

“Don’t need luck. I already have him wrapped around my finger apparently.”

“You guys are gross, all four of you in your not-orgy orgy.”

You paused, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out loud. You let out a snort and Seokmin looked over, shaking his head.

“Do not say anything stupid, please .”

“Joshua wouldn’t be into the orgy, he’d sulk until he had me to himself again. Jeonghan would share-”

Seokmin screamed , throwing some of the bundled up socks at you. “I don’t want to know this! Keep your sex-capades to yourself! You are like my sister and they are my brothers!!”

“A good Eiffel tower-”

“OUT!” Seokmin shrieked, running further into his closet. “Or shut up!”

You cackled, falling onto his pillows, trying to catch your breath. “You started it!”

“And I’m ending it before I end myself!”

You didn’t get to see Seungcheol until Friday evening when he came home.

Thursday, you only got to have dinner with Seokmin, Jun, Chan, Soonyoung, and Vernon, but the group of you made the most of it.

Junk food, watching bad movies, and enjoying the company of the night. Jun talked way more than you ever heard before, feeding off the chaos of Soonyoung and Chan, even Seokmin. You and Vernon sent videos of them arguing over dumb topics to the newly made group chat, the fan favorite video being them almost killing each other over whether Pokemon or Digimon was better. You had to deescalate that when Soonyoung got too heated.

You had learned that Jeonghan, Joshua, Mingyu, Seungkwan and Seokmin would be out of town until Sunday evening at the same time as sending the videos. Something about money and a late shipment payment. Seokmin rushed to change and threw a bag together, complaining loudly that he wished he was told way earlier.

After he hurried out of the house, Vernon called out his craving for chocolate chip cookies but it was late and the lot of you were too lazy to go out and get some. You got up to scour the kitchen for all the necessary ingredients, placing item after item on the counter until the list was fulfilled.

It was surprisingly easy to rope Jun into helping you. Chan and Soonyoung tried to back out but you put them on portioning duty, having them place the balled up dough on the trays to bake. Vernon…he was high but was up to sitting (in the way) on the floor in front of the oven to make sure the cookies didn’t burn. All of them reminded you of cats with the exception of Chan, who was still an otter in your eyes.

The group of you feasted on cookies with you saving plenty for those unable to indulge at that moment. You had to hide them from Jun and Vernon, the container ending up in Jihoon’s car since you found his keys.

Friday, Seungcheol came home late, missing dinner and shutting himself in his room. Minghao had commented that it wasn’t a good day, nothing bad happened but his mood was down since he walked through the warehouse doors. Jihoon made a comment that Cheol was up his ass about security and keeping an eye out for any insiders. Wonwoo…He ended up staying in the city for some things.

You had given him just over an hour of being home before knocking on his door. In your other hand, you held a plate of leftovers, heated up so he could hopefully eat it quickly before it cooled once more. When there was no answer, you knocked a second time, flinching back when the door was roughly pulled over.

“Can you leave me alone- Mouse.” Cheol froze, looking like a deer in headlights as he took you in. His hair was tousled, long changed from his suit for a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

Righting yourself, you handed the food over to him. “You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“Hm.” You raised a brow. “Would you actually like to fight me on this one?”

His lip twitched and his gaze fell away from you. “I’d like to not fight at all.” A pout was forming on his lips.

“Great!” You shouldered past him, hearing a small grunt in response.

Placing yourself on the edge of his bed, you waited for him to close the door and stand before you, an unamused look in his eyes. You offered him the plate once more, which he took, and sat down with a huff beside you. In majority silence, Seungcheol ate, grumbling to himself childishly, the only things you were able to make out was a jumbled comment of thank you and him actually being hungry. When finished, Seungcheol placed the plate on his nightstand and sighed, falling back onto his bed.

“Sorry about how I answered the door.”

Clicking your tongue, you turned to face him, looking down at his tired expression. “Forget that, do you want to talk about what’s got your panties in a twist?”

Seungcheol groaned, frowning at the ceiling as it offended him. The frown quickly shifted back to that pout you knew well before his expression dropped overall.

“I’m getting in my head.”

“Oh I know.” You shifted closer, tugging part of a blanket over your lap. “I have a good feeling you are blaming yourself for what happened when it wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was my fault!” The loud exclamation had you flinching back and he quickly apologized, sitting up to face you. “If this years old grudge between them and me didn’t exist, they wouldn’t have watched, stalked, and taken you from me- us. They wouldn’t have hurt you. How can’t I blame myself?”

You recalled Jeonghan’s explanation of the issues that started between MX, mainly Kihyun and Shownu, and the eldest of SVT. How bad decisions and low morals led to a fucked up situation.

“I’ve learned in my time here that things don’t always go how we want.” You snickered but Cheol furrowed his brows at your words. “Hannie- He told me a little about SVT's beginning, your beginnings. The drug running to help keep you afloat, Pledis, how Kihyun went insane basically. Monsta X has held resentment, or obsession, over all of you for so long that adding me into the mix wouldn’t have done anything if I didn’t get more involved with Jeonghan, Joshua…And you.”

You reached out and took one of his hands into both of yours, gently running your fingers over his skin. “They were watching you way before I came into the picture, Cheol. They used me as a pawn in their game. I could probably place a bet that they planned something before me but I was the easy target. They hurt Mingyu on purpose too, to hurt everyone. Monsta X are vindictive people with sick ideals and fixations. They won’t stop until they get what they want. Blaming yourself for stepping away from their shit and wanting something different will never stop them. Blaming yourself for them hurting me won’t stop them. And blaming yourself won’t stop them from hurting us again.”

There was a hard gaze in his eyes, focusing on anything but you. His jaw was tense and the vein in his neck bulged slightly. Seungcheol’s hand tightened around your own and you weren’t uncomfortable.

Like a switch flipped, his shoulders dropped along with his head and he let your hands go. Whether he meant to or not, he half dove into you, arms wrapping snuggly around your waist with his face buried into the blanket in your lap.

“Oh-” You held your arms up, staring down at his unexpected display. “Okay-”

He radiated warmth, giving a gentle squeeze around your waist as he let out a tense breath. Then suddenly he was scrambling back, as if remembering your current issues with touch. An apology spilled from his lips, but he looked upset and your heart fluttered.

“It’s okay. It was…nice actually. You’re also really warm which is great since it’s freezing out.”

He lit up when you laughed, bright eyes watching you move from your spot to sit better under the covers.

“Uh-” He bit his lip for a moment. “Can I-”

“If you promise not to squish me, yeah.”

You figured laying down was the best course of action, getting comfortable and opening your arms to him. Once more he dove into you, securing a tight hold on your middle with his head buried low on your chest to avoid the brand from how he eyed just under your neck and shimmied down. You struggled to get the blanket to cover you both but Cheol was content and so were you.

When he finished getting comfortable, you carded your fingers through his unruly, curly hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“Joshua is right, this is the best.” He was barely heard properly with him talking into your abdomen.

“Oh, so you guys talk about me behind my back now?”

He turned his head, eyes closed. “They complain that they miss you but I’m soaking up the benefits for now.”

Chuckling, you shook your head. “Don’t rub it in. Jeonghan will scheme and Joshua will refuse to let you near me.”

“They are gone for two days, they can suck my dick.”

You could feel the deep rumble of his laughter against your body, one of his hands running up your back.

There was pleasant silence for a long stretch of time. You continued to mindlessly play with his – surprisingly – soft hair, unable to tell if he was asleep or not.

“Mouse?” You hummed when he addressed you, glancing down at him. “I’m going to make them pay for hurting my family.”

There it was.

“I expect nothing less. Kinda thought you already had a plan.”

“I’ve been thinking of a plan. A few plans. I want to bring them down for good.” He lifted his head to rest his chin on your stomach. “I want it to stop.”

Those big puppy eyes were hard to not stare into. There was a need for approval in his gaze.

“I’ll support you anyway I can, but I want a promise that you won’t hide anything from me. Full transparency. I’m getting a little tired not being in on stuff if I’m probably gonna be working with you guys more.”

“Promise.” Seungcheol propped himself up on his elbows. “I promise and I’ll find you something to do with us. Maybe with Wonwoo or – Unless you want to pick-”

You shushed him and he settled, shifting about to get cozy again.

“Maybe I can job fair this shit until I find what I like.”

“Just please don’t work under Han or Shua. They won’t work.”

“And you?”

“Definitely not me!”

To say Jeonghan and Joshua were in a very particular mood when they got home was an understatement. They weren’t mad – no, far from it, but apparently Jihoon told Vernon, who, of course, told Seungkwan, who told Seokmin, who finally told your boyfriends that you and Seungcheol got a little closer while they were gone.

Joshua, as you expected, huffed and puffed loudly, whining that they were only gone for two days. He, with plenty of your consent, stole you away for a few peaceful hours, soaking up your presence. From the moment you both laid down, his hands were gently holding you close, tracing small, uncoordinated patterns on your hips and back. On and off he spoke nonsense, whatever came to mind, work, life, some article he read online, occasionally falling asleep here and there after the exhausting few days, weeks . As he slept, you could feel a lot of the tension leaving his body, probably all the worry about you.

When Jeonghan got his hands on you after dinner, there was no escape for the rest of the night. He yapped from the time he went to unpacked his bag, to when he pulled you to sit in the bathroom while he showered, and he spoke even louder as you brushed and dried his hair. He didn’t stop until he poked you into telling him what happened with Seungcheol with the widest smirk on his lips the entire time. He cooed and snickered through your little explanation, running his hands gently through your hair. Though he didn’t like not having you close, he did agree with the leader’s comment of not working with any of the three of them, knowing nothing would get done when they had such a ‘gorgeous distraction’.

Seungcheol did end up having a lot of fun gloating at first but mostly spared you from the ‘torment’.

Your supervisor had replied to your resignation email with more compassion than anticipated. He was understanding, wishing you luck with your future endeavors, and let you know someone could get any left over things. Sona was quickly to reply to your text message of when she could go to your job to get anything you left behind. When asked if she could grab your car along the way to bring it to you, she was happy to, stating she was glad to get out of the city for a bit.

Chan had started to hover as well since Thursday evening. You noticed it rather quickly when branching off from Seungcheol. He looked like he wanted to say something but always backed out at the last minute. You cornered him after he came home Tuesday afternoon, asking him to go to the food store with you. He hesitated but you were already throwing his jacket at him and grabbing you keys.

As you strolled casually through the aisle, grabbing things necessary to sustain the house of fourteen with Chan following behind, adding things to the car here and there. The silence was okay at first, it wasn’t a bother, but the longer it stretched on with each passing row of shelves, you had enough of it.

“Alright, out with it, kid.” You stopped the cart and placed your hands on your hips, narrowing your gaze at him. “What’s wrong?”

He froze, stammering out incoherently until his shoulders dropped in defeat and he pursed his lips. “Can I…get the number of your therapist?”

“My therapist? Of course you can, is this why you’ve been hovering?”

“I wasn’t hovering-” He paused, “Okay, maybe I was a little, but yeah, mostly. Between my own stuff and worrying about you, I’d like to give it a shot.”

Instantly you pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly sent over the number to him via text. “Tell them I gave you the number when you call.”

“Thanks, Mo.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, staring down at his feet. “Any advice?”

You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze which surprised him. “Just be honest. She knows the life we live in. She is amazing. Don’t be afraid to open up to her.”

He nodded along to your words before he spoke. “Can we pick up more ice cream?”

Your eyes ran over his face for a moment, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, only to laugh gently. “Yeah, but we need to finish grabbing everything else first so it doesn’t melt before we leave, got it?”

From then on, Chan was chatty and happier, a bounce to his step as he helped finish off the grocery list. He was far too happy grabbing too many snacks but you did nothing to stop him. You didn’t have the heart to stop him. He got more ice cream than expected once you reached the freezer section, only refuting your disagreement with ‘Someone will eat it’ , which you couldn’t deny.

By the time you were at the check out, the shopping cart was packed to the brim and then some, a small mountain in the middle, items precariously stacked, at risk of toppling down the sides. You were lucky you decided to take (nicely stole) Minghao’s SUV after leaving a note (even if he wasn’t home) last minute. Not all of the food bags would have fit in your car…not even close.

The line was long and you had a lot so you waited patiently, people watching quietly to pass the time. It was quiet, aside from the pauses for Chan to laugh and show you things on his phone as he scrolled aimlessly. He was showing you a video when a call came in, a rather curious name of ‘The Ass Man’ that had you confused.

“Who-” You started but he swiped the screen to answer it, smirking.

“Hey Woo, what’s up?”

On the other end of the phone, Wooyoung was yelling but nothing was able to be made out. Chan made a face somewhere between annoyed and entertained, letting the other man yell about whatever bothered him. It went on for a while, slowly moving forward in line as he went on a tangent that seemed never ending. Chan made a few comments here and there but it was nothing substantial to stop the other man.

“Me? I’m at the store with Mo right now.”

You heard a loud exclamation ‘What?!’ followed by Chan pulling the phone away from his ear to spare his hearing. The line went dead and seconds later your phone was vibrating in your pocket.

“Oh my god.” You dug into your pocket to get your phone, rolling your eyes on Wooyoung’s contact staring back at you. “Hello?”

“Girly, you finally answer now?! I’ve been calling on and off for days!” Wooyoung scoffed, chatter heard in the background from his end.

“Ay, listen, I’m getting there, be happy I answered now. What’s up?”

He gasped, groaning loudly, childishly. “What's up? What's up?! Mouse! You can’t just ask that after everything! How are you?! Are you okay?! Are you eating?!”

“Woo, I’m okay, promise. Honestly I planned to go through the mass of messages and calls soon to get back to people but you caught me first.” Chan hip checked you to take control of the cart, moving along.

“Well, we all need to get together! I need to see for myself how my girl is doing. Everyone has been worried!”

“First, not your girl, don’t let my boyfriends hear that.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out a heavy sigh. “Second, you won’t let me say no, will you?”

“You know me so well. I’m making up plans for this weekend sometime! Be prepared. Love you bye!”

And Wooyoung hung up on you instantly.

Chan was snickered at your side, starting to load items onto the checkout conveyor. Your phone vibrated in rapid succession, giving your companion a glare.

“I’m blaming you for telling him you were with me.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Together, you managed to check out and pile everything into the car with haste, wanting to escape to the warmth of the house. The sun was set before arriving back and the helpful hands of Jihoon and Jun were waiting in the garage thanks to Chan calling them. They helped with ease, making mindless conversation as everything was put away. With you buying all the food, dinner was covered by the skillful hands of Jun, having prepped a lovely noodle dish for those who’d be home and leftover to spare.

You fell onto the couch, starting your scroll through your texts with time before dinner.

Your eye caught on the solo messages from Seungcheol, a thread of texts not typically looked through since intersections were mainly over phone calls.

[Lion Cub – Jan 1 12:01AM] I know you won’t probably see this for a while but I just wanted to tell you Happy New Year. I miss you. I thought this was a good way to keep you updated on things. I hope we find you soon. No one has been sleeping or eating much and it’s only been over 2 days. I’m sorry we couldn’t prevent this. [Lion Cub – Jan 1 7:56PM] We finally found you. You are horribly banged up but you are in the great hands of Jihoon, Seonghwa, and Yeosang. You looked so fragile and it hurt more than seeing everyone else upset. [Lion Cub – Jan 1 9:42 PM] Jeonghan, Joshua, and I just got back to the penthouse after seeing you. You looked so peaceful laying there. They don’t know when you are going to wake up, but I’m holding out hope. I’ll do everything in my power to make this right, promise. [Lion Cub – Jan 2 11:54PM] I tried to sneak into the clinic to see you but I got caught by Seonghwa checking on your IV bag. He tried to give me a lecture but it definitely fell on deaf ears. He said you were stable but there weren't any signs yet that you were waking up. Your hand was so cold when I held it. It felt so small in my hands but it felt perfect in mine. I don’t know how to explain it. [Lion Cub – Jan 3 7:23AM] I had a dream last night. You and I were in a cabin in the woods, watching the wood burn in the fireplace while wrapped up in a blanket. We had cups of your hot chocolate to help keep us warm. You were saying something to me but I don’t remember what it was. You looked so pretty in that flickering light, I do remember that I couldn’t stop staring. You had this big smile on your face, like when I took you out on that date and asked if we could also go for ice cream. I can’t begin to express how you looked, ethereal is a good word. It feels so long ago that it happened. Like a million years. And it also feels like we’ve lost so much time that I can’t make up for it. There are so many things I want to tell you, things I can’t express over text. Things that would be better said face to face. Please wake up soon, Mouse. I can’t think I or anyone else can handle another day of you not being here in our lives. [Lion Cub – Jan 4 6:57PM] Not gonna lie, I miss your cooking a lot. Mingyu has been desperately trying to get your pot pie right but whatever you do to it just hits different. Everyone has been getting take out so we have been surviving on that, which isn’t ideal but as long as they are eating, right? Jeonghan and Joshua have been overworking but visiting you a lot so I can’t really sit alone and just talk with you like you are there. That is the main reason I started to text you, to feel close even if you were far. [Lion Cub – Jan 5 4:31PM] I’ve been working all day but I’m really distracted. I have this tightness in my chest whenever I think about you and I’m just…out of it. Maybe it’s jealousy. No, it’s definitely some jealousy that Han and Josh are so close to you. They have been visiting you whenever they have time, day or night, and I wish I could do the time, but I need to keep the group in line, keep the ship running would be a better way to put it. When you wake up, I plan to tell you what I really want to talk to you about. So please wait for that, okay?

There were no messages since you woke up, leaving you grasping at metaphoric straws of what he wanted to say. You went back and forth on messaging him, asking what he wanted to say, but you decided against it for the time being, knowing it was best to talk to him in person. You…might have had an idea of what he wanted to talk about…

In the end, you pulled up the 99 line group chat, scrolling as far back as you could to messages right before Christmas, reading through the holiday well wishes and sharing jokes and memes. When you got to the messages just after you were taken, your heart hurt.

They were quick sharing locations, letting each team know where they had searched and where they didn’t with no luck in any place. Those texts morphed into asking Chan, Yeosang, and Yunho for updates on your condition, even their master plan to go in and see you the day you woke up. They were sad, the messages not having the usual bright enthusiasm they had, but it was understandable. Many of the same check-in messages followed with the intermittent input of a meme or a normal conversation. Wooyoung – or well, you thought it was Wooyoung with the group chat name of Attack Cell , was desperately trying to make plans for everyone, or at least with someone, last minute the further down you got.

And you definitely thought him into existence.

[Pass The Brain Cell] {Attack Cell 6:29PM} Great news I spoke to Mo Saturday I’m thinking like 9? Or earlier idc {Bitch Thots 6:31PM} You paying tf? {No Thots 6:32PM} Weren’t we supposed to have a meeting, Woo? {Attack Cell 6:33PM} Do u think if Mo cries on the phone with HJ again he will let us off

You called out for Chan who waddled down the hall, seeing him looking down at his phone with a grin.

“I mean, it did work last time.” He took a seat beside you, shrugging. “I think it will work again. We could always try it!”

“Worse than a child.”

[To Pass The Brain Cell 6:36PM] How about we ask everyone else if they are free instead of just giving times? Also, who is who?? {Attack Cell 6:38PM} Ur The Brain Cell (unanimous vote) Yeosang is No Thots and Gahyeon is Bitch Thots Mingi is Never The Brain Cell San is Wide Cell, Changbin is Meat Cell, and Yunho is Spider Cell Chan is Maraca head Yeonjun is Empty Hamster Wheel {Maraca Head 6:39PM} They said my head is full of beans and I made sound when I shake my head

“Ah!” You gasped, turning to Chan. “That’s mean.”

“Okay, maybe a little,” Chan laughed, leaning into your side, head falling onto your shoulder. “But Yeonjun’s is funnier.”

“I can agree to that.”

[To Pass The Brain Cell 6:42PM] What’s everyone’s availability? {Attack Cell 6:43PM} Checking ATZ rn {Bitch Thots 6:45PM} I’m free all weekend, Yubin owes me a favor so I’m taking advantage of it. {Maraca Head 6:45PM} Mouse and I should be good, just need to get her THREE boyfriends to back off. {Bitch Thots 6:45PM} THREE? Girl… {Meat Cell 6:46PM} Ohhhh tea. I’m open Frinight + Sun {Empty Hamster Wheel 6:46PM} Friday i’m good {Wide Cell 6:47PM} WY got a call but we all can do Fri- There was supposed to be a thing but the buyer backed out.

“Friday good?” Chan asked, peering curiously at you.

You chuckled under your breath, sending him a look that had him joining in. “What else do I have to do? Clean and cook like a housewife more?”

“Who is cooking and cleaning?” Jihoon shuffled in, phone in his face.

“Me, with all the shit you guys leave around and how much you fucking eat.”

Jihoon stopped in his tracks, pursing his lips but couldn’t stop the nod. “I will admit to those. And I appreciate everything you do around here.”

You laughed, watching him crash out on the couch not far from you, typing something on his phone. He made a face and all your phones within the room chimed.

[Squad] {Lion Cub 6:51PM} Saturday 9PM, warehouse meeting. No bailouts. Prep anything necessary to attend, no exceptions. [Pass the Brain Cell] {Attack Cell 6:52PM} Saturday is a bust, Friday good for everyone? {Bitch Thots 6:52PM} Chan, SVT meeting??? Hello???

“Oh…This is going to be the MX meeting, isn’t it?” Your eyes fell on Jihoon, thinking he knew something, but he only shrugged.

“Probably, but this is the first I’m hearing about it. Chances are it was decided moments before the text.”

“Welp, ATZ and DC are involved, probably SKZ and TXT so it’s going to be a full house on Saturday.” You smirked then raised a brow at Chan. “Do you think I can make enough cookies by Saturday to feed everyone some? My ‘ sorry they kidnapped me’ type of thing?”

“You are horrible, Mo.” Chan shook his head but nodded not long after. “But if you start tomorrow, yeah probably.”

Jun’s gasp was heard from the kitchen. “If you make cookies, can I help again? I never get to bake enough.”

“Of course you can, I’ll need all the hands I can get.”

You had to return to the food store a second time within two days to basically buy out all the ingredients to make the cookies you wanted to share. Jun accompanied you this time around, no plans with no jobs on the schedule from Cheol, just wanted to get out of the house. Most needed to return to the city to make arrangements for Saturday night, mainly for the clubs and any shipments they needed to get out. Jihoon bitched the most that he had to call someone in to fill in for him, grumbling that he had to call someone in on their day off for it, knowing the weekends are the busiest for his clubs.

Jeonghan had texted your group chat with Joshua that they would be home later, with the latter man being a little later due to something with Dreamcatcher’s leader that he was ‘ too lazy to explain’. You told him not to worry, you’d be having a busy day with Jun and Minghao, seeing as one wanted to help from the beginning and the other not having a single thing to do.

99 line had confirmed plans for Friday night, just dinner and maybe some drinking if everyone felt up for it. Changbin, Wooyoung, and Mingi were most excited, happy to be able to see their friends again, the whole group, in a few weeks. Yunho, San, and Yeosang were happy to have a ‘ normal people night’, the three having been busy with travel and they’d finally be in town for longer than a week to relax at home, even just a little bit. There was an overall agreement that they were happy to have you get out of the house. The agreed upon meet up would be closer to the house, further from the city for your comfortability, at a nice restaurant Gahyeon found, reservations for six-thirty sharp. Whoever was late, paid for the evening. You were not going to be late at any means necessary.

“If we are baking this much, don’t expect me to cook.” You had the kitchen island absolutely covered in bowls, pans, ingredients, and more. “What are we ordering??”

Jun snickered, stating the portioning of cookies for the first few pans. “Any ideas, Hao?”

Minghao looked up from one of the recipes you wrote down, eyes wide from not paying attention to the conversation around him. “Huh?”

“Food, no want cook, ideas?”

He blinked, nodding along before his eyes fell back into the papers before him. “I’m open for anything. That new hot pot place opened a town over, we can always get out of the house.”

You mixed the dough in front of you, frowning. “That requires outside pants…”

Looking down at your current attire and the other two, flour and probably other ingredients dusted your clothes, and you all barely looked put together. Jun was in a ratty shirt with holes and rips, paired with equally ratty flannel pajama pants. You, for once, were in your own clothes, but you needed to change if you were going out anywhere. Hao was similar to Jun but he wasn’t dressed for the cold with a t-shirt-turned-muscle shirt and old basketball shorts.

Minghao’s head raised once more, starting to measure the flour, sugar, and such out into a new bowl for more cookies. “Then we…” He clicked his tongue. “No, fuck you, we need to get you out of the house.”

“Boo, you whore.” You scoffed, scrunching your nose up. “Fine, I’ll be a real human.”

Jun chuckled happily, sliding the filled pans into the over. “It’s okay, Mo, we only learned how to be real humans some years ago. Before that it was, like, Agent 47 type of thing. Well – minus the gene augmentation, but trained assassin, I think…”

“He has never seen or played the movies-slash-games, for context.”

“Eh, they are okay. Games were better in my opinion.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Oh! And we aren’t bald so-” Jun hummed, starting the next pans.

“He knows two things about the Hitman franchise.”

“Anyways – I’ve learned that you don’t need to dress up all the time, might just throw on a sweatshirt and change pants.”

“Okay, but you both get out of the house more than I do. I wanted to throw on some of my nice jeans and not Han’s or Shua’s shirts.”

“Too much effort for warm food.” Hao countered, shaking his head. “Boring and lazy. That is what I am when I can.”

“Says the person with the richest closet in the room.” Jun comments.

“That’s okay. Cheol’s watch collection could pay for everything for the rest of our lives if needed.” You handed Jun another finished bowl of dough. “He has one worth over forty-five thousand in there.”

“Oh we know, he was like a kid in a candy shop when it came in.”

“Ehhhhh, treat yourself sometimes.”

“Says the woman with, now, an unlimited bank card that still shops on discounts.”

You gasped at Minghao, picking up a pinch of flour and throwing it at him. “And?! It’s what I know! What I'm used to!”

He laughed, patting off his shirt but the effort was futile. “Nothing, nothing! Just saying you should treat yourself too!”

“I’ll get there eventually!” Giving him a childish huff, you tossed flour at him once more before going back to the task at hand. “Chop chop boys, we gotta bake all my apology cookies!”

The three of you worked quietly on the cookies, only pausing for a ‘taste test’. You heated up some leftovers in the mess for lunch, sharing stories between the job.

Minghao and Jun opened up some more regarding their background. They talked vaguely of the abuse they faced during baking of loving sweet treats since they couldn’t have any in the past. They touched on some of the scare tactics the ‘caretakers’ used to get them in line, the deprivation they experienced. Jun seemed more guarded about it all, having you believe he experienced worse, but you didn’t pry, simply lending an ear as he rambled here and there. Minghao told you more about Xiaoyu, how the times she cooked for them sparked Jun’s interest in the task.

Jun got flustered at the attention on him. He sputtered when you praised his cooking from the previous night, with him saying it was nothing and he enjoyed cooking. He resigned to continuing portioning the cookies between bake times, helping you place the cooled products into the cheap plastic containers you bought.

The flow was cranking out so many cookies you knew you’d have to get more the following day…

You did send a picture to the Squad and Pass the Brain Cell chats, letting them see the treats you were creating. That got some a little too excited, especially 99 line after your Christmas brownies.

Baking went on for hours, running out of containers hours prior, only to haphazardly stack them on plates and dishes until more storage was retrieved for them. Dinner with the two was chill, stomach rumbling until the food was placed in front of you. It was nice, conversation flowing and Jun showing you plenty of ways to elevate your hot pot soup base. The evening ended with finding Soonyoung trying to steal a few cookies before he turned in for the night, listening to him whine that they looked so delicious.

You were in the process of taking the bandages off your chest and changing them for the sticky, plastic covering to shower when the door opened. Jeonghan trudged in tiredly, eyes half open as he closed the door behind him, not noticing you as he grumbled your name. You were half naked, standing in your jeans and a bra, brand uncovered, and unsure of what to do…so you froze.

With your silence, Jeonghan looked about until he spotted you in the bathroom, taking you in in your current state. He didn’t move at first, only staring from the distance with a sad, wide eyed look in his eyes. You couldn’t tell if you should close the door, something told you you shouldn’t, and he took a step towards you.

“Hi.” The word left his lips in a whisper, wishing to not scare you, moving slowly. “Can I come closer?”

Gulping down the slip in your mouth, you nodded, dropping your hands at your sides. You were exposed, felt exposed, and Jeonghan approached only to stop at the doorway. You felt self-conscious.

The bruising was healed, no longer a multicolored mess of injuries. The electrical burns at your sides were slightly discolored, but the brand was still stark, gross, gooey. It wasn’t pretty, you were worried he was going to be grossed out. So far, from context you managed to piece together while you were in the mini-coma, only Jihoon, Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Yeosang, Yunho, and Seonghwa had seen it, helped take care of you and it while you were down.

Jeonghan would be the first to see this outside of your designated medical team and his reaction could make or break this.

His eyes ran over your slowly, as if he was taking you in for the first time, cautiously. He held out his hands, palms up and open for you to place yours in, meeting your gaze with the softest look. When your hands were in his, he gave them a gentle squeeze, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Does it hurt at all?”

Sighing through your nose, you shrugged. “Initially, yeah, a lot. Sometimes now, the skin around it itches like hell, like, I want to peel my skin off itchy, but the brand itself…I feel nothing. There are times where the skin feels really tight, not sure how to explain it. I can’t feel the brand itself, Seonghwa said it’s normal for a major third degree burn.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through this, love.” Bringing your hands to his lips, Jeonghan placed small kisses to your knuckles. “I promise we will take care of everything, okay?”

Letting his hands slip from yours, you held Jeonghan’s face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheeks. He searched your expression, his eyes running over your features again and again. Slowly, his hands settled on your waist, tracing aimless patterns on the skin there.

To say he didn’t look worried or sad was an understatement. His hands on you were a little hesitant, even as he traced your skin, unsaid words playing behind his gaze.

“I’m okay, Hannie.” You attempted to reassure him, watching a faint smile bloom on his lips. “I’m tougher than I look.”

Your boyfriend laughed out his nose, pulling you closer by the waist. “I know you are, it’s one of the reasons why I love you.”

Leaning up, you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, letting him pull you even close to his body, careful of your chest. He hummed quietly, eyes slipping shut along with yours, stealing another kiss.

“If I help you…” He stole a third kiss, this one longer, his arms slipping around your waist. “Get the bandages on to shower, can I join? You know…to save on water and all-”

You leaned your head back in a laugh that bubbled from your chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh yeah, to save on water. Totally. ”

“Spare me the sarcasm. I miss my girlfriend and I get to shower with her? I’m taking the wins where I can.”

You gave him an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow. “Fine, but no funny business, you got me?”

“Oh, love, you know I can never promise that. Plus…we had fun last time showering together.” He gave you a wink, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Leveling him with an unimpressed stare, you only saw that smirk turn into a wide, playful grin.

“Come on,” He egged you on, reaching up to lift your chin, holding it between his two fingers. “Just me…you…the running water…you and me…You know.”

“Jeonghan, if you want to have sex, you have words.”

Dramatically, he groaned, pouting down at you.

“Yes, fine, I want to have the most wonderful, cheesy, emotional, amazing shower sex, happy?”

“Why do I date you?” You shook your head, but did nothing to stop the smile on your features. “Yeah, fine, now help me get the bandage on.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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confessionsofatvjunkie · 7 months ago

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Eddie isn’t stupid. He knows he’s an attractive man, he notices the looks he gets when he goes out in public. Putting on the uniform only makes it worse. He can’t count how many times he’s been hit on while actively trying to save someone’s life. It’s flattering, it really is, but there’s a time and a place for that, and asking for someone's number while they’re trying to splint your broken leg isn’t it!

Ever since he managed to screw things up with Marisol so spectacularly, everyone at the firehouse has been asking when he’s going to get back out there, and since he doesn't have an answer for them, he just jokes it off and changes the subject. It’s not like he wants to be alone forever, especially with Chris being in Texas and the ample free time that’s left him with. Of course he’d like a partner. He just doesn’t want it to be so much work.

Which is probably how he let Buck talk him into going out tonight. He came up to him after their shift, throwing his giant body down in a huff on the bench next to where Eddie is packing his duffle to start a glorious 48 off of work.

“So what are your plans tonight?” He asks, there’s something in his voice, it’s his I’ve got something up my sleeve voice, but Eddie is too tired to indulge him right now.

“Uhh, gonna catch up on laundry, then probably order in, watch the game.”

Buck is quiet, eyeing him suspiciously, Eddie knows what’s coming so he braces for impact, a small smile pulls at the corner of full lips, “Ehh! Wrong answer!” Buck imitates a buzzer noise as he scoops up Eddie’s duffle and heads to the employee parking lot. Eddie follows behind like a lost duckling.

“How are my own plans a wrong answer,” Eddie asks, snatching back his duffle and tossing it in the truck.

“Because you're going out with me tonight!”

“No. I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Buck repeats, “We have the next 24 hours free, and you’re not going to spend the weekend before Halloween doing laundry. Especially when we have to work actual Halloween and you know what a shit show that usually is. We have to celebrate when we can.”

“But I need to do laundry, and I hate Halloween,” Eddie protests.

“Since when?” Buck asks, a baffled expression on his face.

Eddie sighs, reaching up to push back the swoop of hair that’s fallen onto his forehead, “since my son, my sole reason for celebrating the Holiday in the first place, is almost a thousand miles away.”

A look of pained understanding crosses Buck's face, followed by the mischievous grin Eddie has always had a hard time saying no to, “that’s exactly why you’re coming out with me tonight Eddie, it’ll keep you from sitting at home, moping over Christopher. Besides, when was the last time we were both single at the same time? We can be each other's wingmen.”

“Buck, you’ve been single for 4 days,” Eddie points out. He’s not sure what happened with Tommy, Buck hasn’t told him yet. He would, in time, Eddie knows that, but even for Buck 1.0 a 4 day rebound period seems a bit much.

“I’m not looking to get married here Eddie, just looking to have a fun night out with my best friend,” Buck replies, a slight edge to his voice.

Eddie knows they can go back and forth like this for hours, but in the end he’ll give in, he always does where Buck is concerned, “Fine! God, you’re a menace, but I’m not dressing up,” he states with finality, slamming the truck door and starting the engine.

Buck slaps the hood as he heads to the Jeep, he turns back to Eddie, “that’s easy, just wear your Uni shirt. Boom, instant costume.”

Eddie groans and starts to pull out of his parking spot, how bad could it be, he thinks as he heads home to shower and get ready.

***

Yep, putting the uniform on always makes it worse.

Eddie feels several pairs of eyes on him and Buck the second they enter the dark nightclub. He capitulated, and wore his Uni shirt, but even that he did with protest. Buck is wearing a vest, no shirt, and cowboy hat. He said he ordered chaps to go over his jeans, but they didn’t get delivered in time.

He looks good, and Eddie thinks it okay to acknowledge that. After all, aesthetics are aesthetics. Buck has really been focusing on the gym lately and all that hard work is starting to show. So Eddie is pretty sure it’s no big deal when Buck picks him up that his breath catches a little in his chest at the sight of copious amounts of smooth, even skin. That it’s fine if his eyes linger on the column of flesh laid bare between either side of the vest that draws an arrow of skin down to thick hips clad in very tight denim. It’s okay, because he’s just admiring his friends' hard work.

This is going to be a disaster, he thinks, the music in the stuffy room already too loud. A pretty brunette in a vintage Cigarette Girl costume stops in front of them, her tray loaded down with little plastic cups filled with some black and orange substance… Eddie bends to take a closer look… jello. They’re serving jello shots, he hasn’t done jello shots since basic.

He looks over at Buck who has already scooped one up and downed it. The muscles in his throat work around the jello as he swallows. He thanks the girl as he stuffs a couple singles in her tip cup and passes one to Eddie, “Bottoms up my friend.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but accepts the little cup and runs his finger around the edge to loosen it, he looks up and sees Buck transfixed by the movement, they make eye contact and there’s something he can’t name in his friend's expression. But Buck, being Buck, just smiles bigger and raises his eyebrows in an expectant manner. Eddie downs the shot, and the night goes a little blurry from there.

***

It’s a few hours later and Eddie’s pretty much done. He’s having fun, but he’s not as young as he used to be and has definitely hit his wall. They’ve spent the night alternating between jello shots and cheap IPA’s, making the rounds to socialize with the crowd, he’s even danced a bit… and at every turn Eddie has had people asking about his “costume,” asking where he got it, then watching their eyes fill with interest when he says it’s his actual uniform, yes really, yes he’s an actual firefighter.

He’s also had his biceps, waist, hips, and even his ass, grabbed by more strangers than he can count. So yeah, he’s done. Which he’d love to tell Buck about, but he’s still on the dance floor pressed between Lola Bunny and Maverick from Top Gun, and Eddie is stuck at the bar being interrogated by a Sanderson sister.

“So you’re really a real firefighter?” She asks for the 5th time.

“Yep, I’m really a real firefighter,” he answers.

“That’s so awesome, I love firefighters, is it scary running into all those burning buildings?”

She’s asked that already too, and Eddie is starting to suspect she’s drunker than he first thought. He really wants to go, but he’s waiting for Buck and everytime he tries to get away from her, she starts asking the same series of questions, her body way closer than he’d like. He’s trying to not be a dick because she’s not done anything wrong, a place like this is made for overindulging, close dancing, and lots of flirty, Eddie’s just not feeling it.

He’s about to try and excuse himself for the third time when he feels a set of strong arms encircling him from behind. With as much as he’s been groped tonight you’d think he’d be on the defensive, but something about these particular arms are very familiar. Buck has pressed up behind him, arms coming around his waist in a tight embrace, Eddie barely has time to catalog what he’s feeling when Buck nuzzles into Eddie’s neck, lips pressed against his overheated skin, and lets out a hot breath as he says, “Sorry to keep you waiting babe, the line to the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s your friend?”

Eddie, who has yet to exhale since Buck touched him, sees confusion, then understanding spread across the young woman’s face. It takes her realization for Eddie to make his own, Buck’s helping him out of a jam. Pretending to be his date to get out of an annoying conversation. It’s absolutely something Buck would do. So why does Eddie suddenly feel disappointed?

Still unable to move, or speak, Eddie listens as the girl introduces herself and apologizes for flirting with Buck’s man. Buck chuckles good naturedly, and says he doesn’t blame her, who wouldn’t flirt with someone so hot? They share a laugh, but Eddie is still mute. Buck has released him and positioned him so that Eddie’s back is against the bar. Buck has one arm propped behind his back, caging him against the left side of his, oh so large from this angle, body. The heat that is pouring off him is making it impossible for Eddie to catch his breath.

He listens to the conversation for a few more seconds, watching as this Sanderson sister starts to look over Buck’s tall frame and nearly naked chest. The lust filled haze Eddie has been dodging for the last 15 minutes settles over her again, and Eddie knows exactly where her mind is, and he’s absolutely not here for it. Finally moved to action he raises his left hand and brings it to settle on the soft spot where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder, thumb resting right by the hollow between his collar bones, and Eddie swears he can feel Buck’s pulse pick up.

Buck turns into Eddie’s touch, making eye contact right as the woman, now all but forgotten, not so subtly suggests the three of them go somewhere more private. Eddie hears himself reply, “Sorry honey, I don’t share,” as he wraps his fingers around the back of Buck’s neck and pulls him into a breathtaking, soul shattering, explosive kiss.

The second his lips meet Buck’s everything makes sense. Everything. Every embarrassing flutter he felt in the locker room after baseball practice. How his love for Shannon grew out of their friendship and not any physical connection, and why being on deployment for so long was never as difficult for him as it was for his friends. Why it never could have worked with Ana or Marisol.

He doesn’t expect to have some huge revelation about his sexuality in a dark nightclub while his best friend's tongue is halfway down his throat, but here he is, and he doesn’t want it to end, and if the hard length currently pressing into his hip is an indication, neither does Buck.

Eddie breaks the kiss and already misses it. He rests his forehead against Buck’s, they’re quiet for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes, but those full lips of Buck’s, now swollen and kiss stung, break into a full smile, and then they’re giggling. Buck ducks his head back down and captures Eddie’s lips again in another brief kiss, capturing Eddie’s lower lip in his teeth. The sensation causes a sound Eddie is sure he’s never made to escape him, it's somewhere between a moan and a whine and it makes Buck giggle again. Buck leans into Eddie’s ear and whispers, “Take me home.”

Buck’s loft is closer to the club than Eddie’s place, so that’s where they head. They kiss in the Uber the whole way there, lips crushed together, hands exploring everyplace that is semi proper to explore when you’re in a car with a complete stranger. Eddie know’s a part of him should be embarrassed by his behavior, he’s never done anything so bold in public before. But then again he’d never made out with Buck before, so suddenly he can’t make himself care enough to stop.

On the elevator, while Eddie’s head is thrown back to make room for Buck to feather kisses down his throat, Eddie cards the fingers of his right hand through soft, bouncy curls and tugs gently, eliciting a soft moan from Buck, “Hey,” he tugs again to get his attentions, “hey, look at me,” he whispers.

Buck stands to his full height and brings his arms up on either side of Eddie, holding him in place against the wall of the elevator, Eddie looks into brilliant blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, “Hi,” he whispers.

Eddie smiles, “Hi,” he replies, and takes a deep breath, knowing his next question might break the spell, “should we talk about this?”

Buck’s face is unreadable, “Absolutely.”

Eddie nods, “Okay, so - -”

Buck cuts him off, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, Eddie, tomorrow. I’m sorry, if it's selfish, but I’ve waited a lot longer than I can even admit to myself for you to meet me here, and all I want to do tonight is enjoy this.”

An emotion Eddie’s pretty sure has always been there blooms in his chest and catches Buck’s face in his hands as he asks, “You have?”

Buck turns into one of Eddie’s hand and presses a hot kiss to his palm, “Yeah baby, I have, and I know we have a lot to discuss, and figure out, but all I want to do right now is take you inside and then take you apart,” he kisses Eddie’s palm again, then the inside of his wrist, “over and over again,” Eddie shudders as the door of the elevator opens and Buck leads them into the hall.

“Tomorrow's good,” Eddie sighs as Buck brings his lips back up to Eddie’s neck, he nips lightly and the playfulness of the moment only further ignites Eddie. They’re kissing again as they finally reach the door, Eddie has Buck pressed against the wall, taking his turn at peppering kisses over the impossibly smooth skin of his chest. Buck has one hand at the back of Eddie’s head, guiding his movement, the other fumbling in the pocket of his jeans looking for his key.

When Buck begrudgingly breaks contact to turn and unlock the door he spots a blue and white envelope on his door mat, he leans down to pick it up, then huffs, “of course they’d come after the party is over,” he’s turning to pull Eddie into the dark loft behind him, when he see him eyeing the package in his hand curiously.

Eddie looks up at Buck, a cat that got the cream glint in his eye, “that’s the last part of your costume?”

Buck nods, and a look he likes very much crosses Eddie's face, “Buck,” we say, voice low.

“Yeah?”

“Put them on.”

Buck laughs, as Eddie pushes him into the darkness, shutting and locking the door behind them, and from that night on, Halloween becomes Eddie’s favorite holiday of the year.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 years ago

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Imagine taking UTA and Luffy trick or treating with Shanks

Shanks: thanks for doing this, I know you probably had other plans for tonight.

You: *a friend of Makino's who volunteered to take Luffy for the night* It's really no problem, my plans changed when my friend got sick and had to cancel her party, so figured I take Luffy for the night, so both he and Makino could have fun.

Shanks: A party? Is that why you're in costume? Well, Uta'll be pleased, she was very insistent about all of us dressing up for her first time trick or treating.

You: Oh it's her first time?

Shanks: yeah it's something that's only practiced here in the East Blue

Luffy: Hurry up you two, people are starting to go already.

Uta: Yeah! If you take too much longer there isn't gonna be any candy left!

Shanks: Yes, yes, we're coming.... I like your costume by the way, it suits you.

Uta: ( TT n TT) What about my costume?

Shanks: Yours is gorgeous my sweet.

You: *nods your head* I can tell you put in a lot of work into it.

Uta: whatever, I have candy to collect. *runs off *

An hour later

Uta: *notices the way Shanks is looking at you*

Luffy: *runs to you and jumps into your arms* Look! Look! That house was passing out full sized candy bars!

You: oh wow, never seen that in this neighborhood before.

Uta and Shanks: *come over from playing a game at a neighboring house*

Shanks: what's going on?

Luffy: Uta, this house is giving away full sized candy bars. Jumps down*

Uta: EHH! No way! I want one! *pulls Luffy towards the door and rings the bell.*

Old lady: *answers the door*

Uta and Luffy: Trick or treat!

Old lady: *looks between Uta and Luffy, before glancing up at you and Shanks* Oh my, how scary! Who do we have here?

Luffy: I'm a pirate

Uta: and I'm a pop star. *Throws up a peace sign and winks*

Old Lady: I can see, you're very sparkly, dear. *let's Uta pick out a full sized candy bar from a selection* Now I believe I already gave you candy bar.

Luffy: *grins and nods* he he, yeah, thanks, I just came to bring her. You've already paid the toll.

Shanks: *wraps his arm over your shoulders and sighs*

Old lady: *catches the red head out of the corner of her eye and hands Luffy two more candy bars* Why don't you take these to your lovely parents. *Gestures towards you and Shanks*

Uta and Luffy: *look over at you two*

Uta: That's my dad! Keep your hands to yourself!

Luffy: but he's the one touching them?

Uta: and you're not my brother *shoves Luffy and marches over to you*, and you're a stranger.

Shanks: *mutters* Hopefully not for long.

Uta: What was that!

Shanks: I mean, I know we've only met a few times, but I want to get to know you.

You: really?

Uta: What!

Shanks: yeah, *ignoring his child* if that's okay.

You: okay, sure.

Uta: This is not happening!

Luffy: what's the big deal, it's not like they'll be setting sail with you... wait! If they get to go, take me too!

Uta: *throws the first punch* You're not coming either.

Luffy: You wanna go, fine, winner gets to go with Shanks, loser gets to stay here with my Grandpa. *Dodges Uta's fist and throws a punch of his own*

Shanks: Uta, knock it off!

Uta: More like, knock him out, cause that's what I'm gonna do. *gut punches Luffy

You: Luffy, you don't hit girls.

Luffy: no, you don't hit people weaker than you, which makes her free game, because she's older and bigger, and she knows how to defend herself.

You: does she?

Shanks: yeah, I wanted to make sure she could stand up for herself, and others *Pulls them apart and has to wrestle back Luffy.* Stop moving, ya damn brat!

Luffy: Never! *Flails harder*

Uta: *knows better than to fight Shanks on this and sulks beside you,* He would never choose you over me.

You: I promise I would never ask him to choose me over you. Okay? *Holds out your pinky*

Uta: *hooks your pinky in hers* I'll hold you to that while making no promises of my own.

You: I want you to get to know me as well, for Luffy, you're an important friend of his. So that makes you important to me too.

Uta: Fine, I guess I'll be doing you a big favor, because I'm gonna be famous one day. I'm gonna become the best singer in the world.

You: Well I guess I'll have to get tickets to your concert when it comes to this island.

Uta: You'd come see me perform!

You: I'd love to hear you sing, you could even pick the song.

Uta: I'm performing at Makino's bar tomorrow night at three, don't be late. Oh, and ticket cost a candy bar.

You: Yes, you make have my bar, and I'll be there a two thirty, and you can tell me the tales of the adventures of Uta and Luffy.

Uta: *points* HA! They agree with me, Luffy!

Luffy: Wait what?

Uta: They agree with me that "Uta and Luffy" is a much better than "Luffy and Uta."

Luffy: What! (Y/n), you're my friend, you're not supposed to agree with her!

Shanks: Sorry kid, "Uta and Luffy" flows better.

Luffy: I'd suddenly rather be home with Makino.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months ago

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Part 26

Masterlist

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Part 25 🟣 Part 27

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Fluff, ongoing vampire shenanigans, angst, Mike being an idiot, feral!Walter.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Soooo we're back with another instalment of the vampyboys! We're not hating on jellybeans today, no worries! (Ain't that a relief?) Enjoy!

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“Hey, Mikey…” Your voice came out hesitant and small. Not for any particular reason, other than an especially useless fear of rejection. “Would you please feed?”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” He sounded surprised, especially when you stopped him from going for your neck. “Ohhhhh, like that!” He grinned up at you while simultaneously pulling the hem of your shirt up. You let him take it off, barely noticing when he took off your bra as well.

“There’s one more thing I’d like you to do,” you muttered. You were so certain you wanted this, and so afraid Mike wouldn’t be okay with it…

“Anything, Sweetcheeks,” he said with a big smile while he wriggled his way down until his face was where it needed to be.

“I want you to leave the bite,” you whispered, stroking his cheek.

Mike moved back up, leaning his forehead against yours. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “More than anything. Don’t get me wrong, I want the others like that as well, even if they don’t know it yet—”

“They know,” he interrupted. “We’ve been talking about it, kinda… August complained that he wanted to mark you, and Sherlock countered that he wouldn’t let that happen unless he got a black-on-white promise from you that he’d get his turn, too. He was kind of aggressive about it. I— ehh… I really think we should let them know about this.”

“Wise words,” you mumbled. “I'm impressed.”

“I hope the offer to let me feed my favorite way still stands, though?” he asked, smiling at you like he was looking at his favorite thing in the whole world — which probably wasn't even too far from the truth.

“Why do you like that so much,” you wondered out loud. There had to be more to it than a simple love for boobs, right? You looked down at Mike, who looked up at you, his deep frown telling you he didn't appreciate the disturbance just as he was about to sink his teeth into you.

“I think by now we've established that I have severe abandonment issues,” Mike said. It sounded like he was joking, but you knew he wasn't. It was a silly coping mechanism, and you weren't going to accept that this time.

“Yeah, I noticed,” you said softly, running a hand through his unruly curls. “But we can't always accommodate those, Mikey. That wouldn't be healthy, either.”

“Are you suggesting I go to therapy?” Mike said, faking shock and indignation. Then, he smiled. “Great idea, Sweetcheeks. Which is why I scheduled an appointment immediately after I came back from… being gone, I guess? But the waitlist is kinda long, so… It'll be a while.”

“I'm proud of you,” you hummed as Mike finally got to start his dinner — well, snack. You immediately sensed his desire for closeness, intimacy and, just like last time, you — ‘boobs' and ‘blood' were actually very low on the list. You locked your fingers in his hair and sighed, almost with relief. There was no need to pull him closer: he took care of that for you just fine, wrapping his arms and legs around you in the most adorable, comfort-seeking way.

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with Mike's need to be taken care of, stronger than anything he'd desired up until this point, and when you unclenched your fist to move your hand…

“No! Don’t let go of me.”

“I'm not letting go, silly,” you whispered, stroking his hair and the back of his head. You were about halfway on your way to realizing what had happened when you felt Mike's teeth retreat and he looked up at you with big eyes full of shock.

“I didn't say that out loud,” he stammered. “I know I didn't say that out loud, because I very specifically remember thinking I didn't want to say that out loud.”

“That's…” But you were out of bed before you could speak, with Mike at your side who was furiously knocking on a door at the end of… some hallway — you weren't even sure it was the same hallway your room was on. Mike had managed to put a shirt on you, but it was both inside out and backwards.

“Sher-lock, open this door! Now!” What was this door made of? Reinforced concrete? Mike was definitely slamming it hard enough to…

“What the devil is going on, Mike?” A disgruntled Charles appeared behind you. “Unless you somehow managed to accidentally almost kill her, I hardly think this can't wait until morning.”

Marshall appeared next to Charles, with an equally unhappily surprised look on his face. “What did you do now?” His eyes dropped to your chest, where they rested for much longer than what you considered appropriate. He kept his gaze locked on you for so long, that you looked down yourself. Mike, in his infinite wisdom, had put you in a white shirt, that now showed two very obvious red dots at boob-height, and you watched Marshall as he clearly summoned every shred of restraint in his broad, imposing body to keep himself from dragging you back to his room — or maybe even just taking you right here, you weren't quite sure.

“I'm considering ‘right here’,” he growled at you.

“Am I stating the obvious when I say it would not be appreciated?” Sherlock said from the doorway as he dodged Mike's fist, which he’d still been slamming into the wooden door with nearly unperceivable speed and strength. “Might I inquire as to Mike, what the fuck?” For God knows what reason, hearing Sherlock swear was hot.

“She heard my thoughts,” Mike said breathlessly.

“Were you feeding?” Charles said, taking Mike's quick nod for an answer. “Well, there's your—”

“Mike doesn't hear thoughts, Charles,” Marshall reminded him quietly. “I do.”

“And you're sure it was a thought?” Sherlock asked carefully.

Mike nodded furiously. “Hell yeah. And not something I was even planning on saying out loud. So. That's Marshall's gift, right? She heard my thoughts using his gift while I was feeding. That's weird, right?”

“Uncommon? Yes,” Sherlock said with amusement to his voice. “Weird? Not particularly. Apparently, she has an aptitude for the gift.” He turned to you. “We might see if we could train it, if you're interested. Tomorrow. Now, please leave. I’d like to get back to bed.”

“I thought you didn't need to sleep,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, I don't think we interrupted his sleep, Sweetcheeks,” Mike said while his normal smile widened into a cheeky grin. Was he implying… The mental image of Sherlock, ehm… taking care of himself was almost too much.

“Mike…” you started, intending to tell him to stop joking, but as you watched Sherlock’s cheeks, which were suddenly flushed… Mike was right. That was… unexpected.

“Darling, I—” He stammered the words so softly you barely heard him.

“Goodnight, Sherlock,” you said with a smile. He wouldn't be apologizing for another damn thing. Not something as mundane as this. Not on your watch.

Sherlock was gone before you blinked, and Charles was nowhere in sight anymore, either. That left just you and Mike, and a once more very intense-looking Marshall in the otherwise empty hallway.

A heavy hand closed around your throat — not squeezing, just… holding you. The other, you saw from the corner of your eye — held Mike pinned to the wall.

“I don't care,” he said, his voice a deep, threatening growl, “that he gets laid three times for every single chance I get. I really don't.” Sure didn't sound like he didn't care… “But this is the second time he's paraded you around like this — bleeding and wet… Is that for him, love? Because he likes to spend his time sucking on your tits?” His hand moved from your throat to your chest, where he brutally squeezed the boob Mike had used as a juice box. You winced when he put his fingers directly over the bite. “Is it sore? I bet he didn't take care of that bite the way he knows he should before he rushed you out of his room, now did he?”

He pulled your shirt up with one hand, still pinning Mike to the wall with the other, and sealed his mouth over your nipple, covering the wounds Mike's teeth had left, and he ran his tongue over both marks with great care. Mike squirmed against the wall while he watched, powerless in Marshall's tight grasp. For the first time since the ambush, you took the time to take a good look at the way Marshall was holding him, and you noticed his feet didn't touch the floor.

“Mike,” he growled when he took his mouth off your breast again. “If you do this to me one more fucking time, I'm going to ask August for the keys to the" — he side-eyed you for a split second — “basement, where I'll chain you to the goddamn wall, and then I'll fuck her right in front of your eyes, understood?” Ehh, did you have a say in this? Not that what you'd be saying wouldn't be ‘yes, please', but still. It was nice to be consulted every now and again.

When Mike's feet hit the floor again, he grinned at Marshall. Bold choice, if you were perfectly honest. You probably would have gone with ‘cowering in fear of what he'd do to you', but alright. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said casually before walking off, leaving you standing there with Marshall.

“Punk,” Marshall muttered under his breath before smiling at you and turning around.

“What's in the basement, Marshall?” you said as he started to walk away. “Marshall! What's. in. the. basement?”

He was already gone, of course — as was Mike — and you were standing in the unfamiliar-looking hallway all by yourself, telling yourself that it was physically impossible for the hallway to become longer the longer you looked at it. Mike hadn't picked one of the doors you saw, so you had to be in a different part of the house. A different floor, maybe.

“I'll take you back to Mike,” Sherlock's voice sounded softly behind you. “It's a bit of a maze, especially in the beginning.” He silently asked for permission to carry you, which you granted him, and within seconds you were at the right door.

Sherlock knocked before you could. “Girlfriend delivery,” he said, waiting for Mike to reply before he opened the door — probably a wise decision. You could never be certain what you'd find where Mike was concerned.

“Mike,” you said as you crawled into bed with him again and Sherlock left the room. “What's in the basement?”

“A wine cellar,” Mike said, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Some storage…”

“Mike!” you hissed.

“Now, if someone told you August had the keys to a special room in the basement of this house — as Marshall did — what would your very first guess be?” he teased.

“Sex dungeon,” you blurted out without thinking about it for so much as a second. On top of that being so completely on brand for August, it was also the only thing that would remotely make sense considering the conversation that had just taken place.

Mike grinned from ear to ear. “Duh. It's not technically his, by the way,” Mike told you. “And, before you ask, yes there are restraints that we — or… Me, specifically, apparently,” — he glared at you — “can't break. Why you wanna tie me up, babe?”

“Because I think it would be so fun to watch you squirm, especially since you’ll know exactly what I’ll so desperately want to do to you,” you said with an evil smile. Mike groaned — it was the sweetest sound on the planet, as far as you were concerned.

“You’re mean,” he muttered as he snuggled into your side, pulling the covers tight around him. “And Marshall is mean, too.”

“Why is he mean?” Your mouth morphed into a sweet smile involuntarily. “Because of the threats he made back there?”

“No, that sounded like a perfectly exciting night, actually.” Mike grinned up at you. “His stupid gift ruined my snack.”

#mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #walter marshall #hc sherlock #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #august walker #august walker fanfiction #natural fic #naturalfic

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violet-moonstone · 2 years ago

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THW Rewrite

More headcannons because I have not been able to stop thinking about this franchise for the past 13 years, and I have over a decade's worth of opinions.

I've already posted some of these ideas but ehh it's fine.

While I enjoyed watching it for the first time, THW was disappointing to me for a variety of reasons. (The music was probably the best out the franchise though, I'll say that) Grimmel didn't reach his full villain potential since the writers used Ruffnut's lack of judgment as his key to success instead of him being a capable strategist. (Also they did my girl so dirty. She may be a dumbass, but she's not an idiot!) I don't like that the dragons left after just 6 years. I don't like that all the riders except for Hiccup and Astrid are just played for laughs instead of shining like they do in RTTE. I don't like whatever the hell Snotlout's obsession with Valka was, and I didn't like Toothless' "romance" with the Light Fury. I hate that even dragons can't escape half-developed romance and a nuclear family as the ultimate character accomplishment.

So here are my edits (looking back, there's quite a bit going on, so it may need to be split into 2 movies or a short TV series)

The time jump happens between movies 2 and 3. (I want a full movie with bearded Hiccup and "Homecoming" does NOT count) 10-15 years have passed, so the riders are about 30-35. Zephyr and Nuffink are either little kids or preteens and are getting to an age where they're starting to train dragons.

Astrid is more rough around the edges like she was in HTTYD 1 and Rob/Dob/RTTE, not just Hiccup's supportive gf/wife. Instead of making her softer, motherhood has made her fiercer because she has more people to protect. Hiccup on the other hand is a doting father and can't say no to the kids if they give him puppy dog eyes: heart melted every time.

Toothless finds his original flock(?)/herd?/murder?/unkindness?/parliament? of Night Furies instead of just one "soulmate". Each can have their own personalities and roles in the group while Toothless is the baby. I think it would be interesting if, like Hiccup, Toothless was quite small compared to his peers - potentially explaining why he was on his own and got separated from the group before meeting Hiccup.

Dagur and Heather are brought into a council meeting as Berserker allies. Hiccup greets them in a way that clarifies things for audience members who haven't watched the show. I suppose Mala would also be in it too. I don't dislike Mala but I hate her and Dagur's relationship. More development needed there.

Gustav should be there too, still very much trying to prove himself as a dragon rider and occasionally messing things up.

In terms of the main plot and villains, I'm not too picky, although I've said before that I'm tired of dragon mind-control being the main villain tool. I'm fine with it if Drago comes back as the villain, but if not, the villain should just be dragon hunters or rival dragon riders who use their dragons for conquering/raiding other settlements.

It can hit pretty much hit the same story beats as before but with better character dynamics.

Make Ruff and Tuff more instrumental to mischief and redirection in a way that helps the plot.

Give Fishlegs more credit for his discoveries and record-keeping about dragons.

Snotlout and Eret are together (or implied to be together if that's the best we can get). Snotlout is also no longer Hiccup's rival - he should be his second in command. They can disagree from time to time, but ultimately, his loyalty is not in question.

Fishlegs and Ruffnut have kids who cause chaos with Zephyr and Nuffink.

It would be cool to include a couple characters from other parts of the world with dragon mythology. I understand that Vikings are white but if we have goddamn flying dragons, there's no reason there can't be visitors from other cultures (who aren't villains).

Ending option 1: The movie can end with the dragons going away, but now they've been with the Berkians for over a decade and it just feels more impactful.

The "there were dragons when I was a boy" line can either be Hiccup talking to his grandson after an even longer time jump, or Nuffink talking to his own kids about Hiccup's adventures.

Ending 2: the Berkians go to The Hidden World with the dragons. Hiccup writes a memoir to leave behind. We hear him reading from it at the beginning and assume that means dragons are going to leave, but it's actually a diversion to make people think dragons are gone so no one tries to look for them.

Ending 3: We accept that HTYYD takes place in a different world so we don't have to explain why dragons don't live among us anymore. The movie ends with Hiccup vowing to make the archipelago safe for all dragons and Nuffink and Zephyr take up the mantle of discovering new dragons. The dragons stay and they all live happily ever after, the end :)

I'm tempted to actually write this as a fanfiction but I already got a lot of writing projects atm. We shall see.

edit: I'm writing it

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0-r-a-y-0 · 2 years ago

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Hickeys— Romantic #1

In which: Max gives Nick a hickey and he has to try and hide it from his brothers (spoiler alert: they see it)

Idk why I’m counting I’m only writing about Nick but it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️

Like I said, I’m not writing smut so it’s nothing like that!!

Cheers to my first fic on here being done??

Also I feel like Max is such a common name in these Nick fics but I can’t think of any other name so oh well. It’ll probably be a different name each fix ngl. Also I imagine Max looking like the guy on the right. (Which is Trevor from shameless)

Also the aesthetic in the pic is weird my bad!!

Max pulled away from Nick’s neck and looked at him with a heartwarming smile. He brushes some of his blonde hair behind his ear, taking a moment to admire the softness in his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I tell you that enough.” Max says.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time!” Nick replies, rolling his eyes playfully, resting onto the headboard on his bed.

“Yes I do. I want you to know I love you. Also you compliment me like everyday so I just HAVE to do the same thing!” The brunette claims.

“There’s other ways to show that you love me. You don’t have to say something about my hair and eyes everyday.” He reassured.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Max inquired.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with me, maybe just doing something small.” Nick smiled. “We can just lay here all day and watch movies and I’d be happy.”

“Really? You don’t want me to take you out to fancy dinners or anything?” He wondered.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind going out. But I don’t expect you to take me out to dinner for a date every time. Just staying in bed with you is good enough for me.” The blonde responded, laying down in his bed. “But, if you want to go out, we can. I can’t make all the decisions.”

“I think I’m good for right now. It’s too early to get up anyways.” Max said, falling next to Nick.

They look at each other and smile for a moment, Max’s eyes trailing down to Nick’s neck. Immediately propping himself up with his elbow.

“Oh shit…” He muttered.

“What?” Nick asked, his smile slowly fading.

Max didn’t respond, only softly rubbing his fingers along the other’s neck. Nick sighs and grabs his phone, turning on his camera and looking at his neck. His jaw dropped. Purple spots, that almost looked like bruises, were along his neck. It wasn’t dark, and there wasn’t that many, but it was definitely noticeable.

“I’m sorry, Nick.” Max apologized, sitting back.

“It’s fine! I’ll just find something to cover it up with! The only problem is that Matt of Chris would never leave me alone about this if they saw it.” Nick replied, throwing his legs over his bed and getting up.

He walks to his bathroom, Max not too far behind. “Madi left some makeup here last time she was over, we can use some of that.”

“Does she just leave makeup here?” Max asked.

“Yeah, unexpected sleepovers happen way to often.” Nick shrugged, opening one of the drawers and pulling makeup out. “You’re good at art, right?”

“Yeah, painting! Not makeup!” The curly haired boy exclaimed.

“It’s pretty much the same thing, you know more than me.” He said.

“Okay, we’ll yellow cancels out purple.” Max muttered, finding a yellowish liquid makeup and pouring it onto a sponge and gently dabbing it onto the purple marks.

“Okay, now we just need to find some makeup close to your shade…” He trailed off, looking through the makeup and finding a light concealer. He places some onto his finger and onto one of the spots, a little lighter but it wouldn’t be extremely noticeable. “This shade works! Now I just need to blend it out and we should be good!”

“Hell yeah!” Nick cheers, trying to stay still so Max can finish. “Wait, how long until the hickeys will be gone?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know! Just keep doing this until it’s not noticeable?” Max suggested.

“Ehh, good enough for me. I don’t feel like googling that right now.” The blonde shrugged.

A little later, they continued laying in bed until Max’s phone went off. “Shit, I have to go. My little sister is getting into some crazy ass shit.”

“What does that mean anymore?” Nick asked, laughing a bit.

“I mean, she sent the code word in all caps. She doesn’t just send that for no reason. I’ll fill you in on everything once I find out what dumbass shit she’s gotten into this time.” Max smiles, giving a quick kiss to Nick. “And I’ll be sure to go easier on your neck, it’s clear that it’s sensitive.” He teased.

“Ha-ha!” Nick yelled sarcastically.

After Max left, Nick decided to go to the kitchen to see what his brothers are up to, he’s been hanging out with Max since last night and hadn’t really talked to them because of that. He walks out his room and just as he suspected, they were both in the kitchen on their phones.

“Oh hey, you’re boy toy finally left.” Chris comments.

“Okay, don’t call him that.” Nick says.

“Well, what did you guys do all last night?” Matt teases.

“We stayed up all night watching Tim Burton movies. You guys are weird.” The blonde replied, getting a Little Debbie snack out the cupboard.

“Mhmmm, sure.” Chris added.

“What it with you guys? You both always act weird after Max leaves.” Nick raised a brow.

“It’s nothing! You just seem kinda flustered.” He replied.

“Now what does that mean?” The eldest triplet asked, taking a bite out of the sweet treat he held.

Matt and Chris glance at each other for a moment. Matt tilts his head a bit, staring at Nick’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“What? I do?” Nick asked, gently rubbing around his neck.

“Yeah, you do. What is that?” He responds, getting up to look at it.

“It’s probably nothing, I’ll get it off.” The blonde claims, about to walk away before Chris bursts out in laughter.

“Wait! Is that what I think it is?” Chris asked.

“WHAT?! What is it?” Nick wondered.

“No way, it is! I didn’t know you and Max were fucking!” He exclaimed.

“WHAT?” The boy shouted. “No, no, no, no, no! We are NOT doing all that!”

“Then why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Matt questioned.

“I don’t know! We were just kissing! We didn’t have sex and even if we did, it would be none of your business.” Nick stated.

“You covered the rest with Madi’s makeup didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” The blonde admitted.

“Oh HE did.” Chris added.

“Yeah, he’s good at art and stuff so I thought he’d be better at covering it up.” Nick explained.

“He obviously missed a spot.” Matt said.

“Thanks, I’m aware.” The blonde sassed back. “It’s just some hickeys, it’s not a big deal.”

“Nobody is making it a big deal.” The middle triplet shrugged.

“Yeah, I mean, good for you dude.” Chris commented.

“Yeahhhh.” Nick awkwardly nodded. “Well, I’m wiping this makeup off my neck, it feels weird.”

#nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo

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rreskk · 2 years ago

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Please, some Trevor smut fanfic with daddy kink and praise kink 👉👈

This shouldn't of been so fun to write. THANKS FOR REQUESTING - ENJOY!

Summary: You met this older guy at the bar. He was pretty swell ;)

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2654

“How old are you?” He grinned with his lips around the glass of beer in his masculine hands.

A night-out had led to chatting with this one particular character. Off-putting as he seemed, conversation was strangely alluring. Minutes turned into a good hour and you were still sat beside this stranger, talking about one topic to another with hints of sexual teasing. This guy had a dirty mouth yet it attracted you greatly. However, he looked twice your age. But something was so exciting about it – it felt… Naughty, very naughty. Your superego is telling you to leave, but your id would grow curious and more daring as you get to know this man.

“I’m 20.”

His eyes widened, “20?”

You nodded with a small smile. Barely able to handle your giddiness, you were fiddling around in your seat, watching the way he sat there so coldly with this intense gaze behind them dark brown eyes. He never really blinked, nor did he look anywhere else but you.

“You’re young,” He finally continued, “Just turned?”

“Last month.”

“And you’re already adventuring out drinking?”

“I don’t see why not.” You chuckled.

“Ehh, enjoy your youth while it lasts, sugar.” And there it was, that nickname again. He had been calling you this since the interaction started. Whenever he’d say it, there was taunting tone to the way his tongue spat out them syllables. It was intimidating.

“That’s what I’m doing – “ Inhaling to excuse the butterflies in your stomach, you turned to your drink and began waffling about irrelevant subjects, “So… How old are you?”

The question made him laugh. He mocked you for a minute with that smug smirk, making you believe you said something stupid.

“Where are your friends, lovely lady? I hope they ain’t ditched you.”

“No, no. They are just… Somewhere. Probably in the back – “

“Doping? Yeah. I would’ve guessed.” He assumed.

You frown, “That’s a quick judgement call. They aren’t like that.”

“Trust me…” His body leaned closer, “I mean… C’mon, sugar, I was taking shots before you were even born, and you undermine my experience? I’ve seen it happen many times before. Girls wait till her lady friends are busy and they’ll sneak in the back to suck cock and snort lines. I was 20 once, as well.”

“They aren’t like that.” You repeated sternly.

That small smirk replaced his face again and he coyly looked at you from head to toe.

“You sure are loyal to your girlfriends. I like that.”

“Anyway, you avoided my question; how old are you?” You’d slowly ask again with hopefulness that he would give you a truthful answer. So far, he seemed like a truthful person. Just a little… Unsteady.

A small groan left his lips, “Yeah, yeah, yeah – I heard you the first time, sugar.”

“But you didn’t answer.”

“Take the hint? I’m old enough to be your dad, gorgeous. Is that enough information, or do I have to show proof of my passport and ID?” Sarcasm riddled his words.

“Very funny,” You rolled your eyes, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“What’s with all these questions?”

“What? I’m trying to be polite.”

“You’re too curious for a 20 year old, sugar. Run along with guys your age.” He smirked, finding this amusing.

“I’m asking for your name, nothing more.”

“Alright, here’s a deal,” His chair scooted closer to yours, “I’ll tell you my name then no more questions.”

“Yes, oka – “

“You also gotta buy me a drink.”

“Are you serious?” You scowled.

“What? Don’t got cash on you, sugar? Ain’t got a full-time job yet?” The man laughed.

“No, no. I do… It’s just – Okay, fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

“Atta girl. I like myself a good whiskey, make it strong. Got it?” Your cheeks immediately blushed when he praised you. You nodded your head and called for the bar-tender who freshly served a glass of his cold beverage. He smirked, watching you route a few notes from your purse as he downs it all in one, his throat immune to the achy pain.

Now that you brought him a priceful drink, you turned around to deface your attention back at his idiotic grin. He knew what you want but didn’t say anything. He found your impatience entertaining; the way your eyebrows furrowed and lips quivered.

“Don’t strain too hard or you’ll go into cardiac arrest.” He bullied.

“Just gimme your name.”

“Lower the spitefulness. It’s really bringing out your teenage hormones.”

“I’m 20! Not 15!” You’d protest at his sly teasing.

“Easy tiger,” He placed his glass down with an aggressive stomp, “I’m Trevor. Happy?”

“See? That weren’t so hard.”

“And what do they call you?”

You wanted to seek revenge and refuse to answer but his goddamn grin. There was no way you couldn’t stop examining the way his face would move with his words and mood. Despite being twice your age, he was disgustingly tempting. So without control, it just blurted out (almost too desperately).

“[y/n].”

Trevor tilted his head, “[y/n]? Why, you have a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

He solemnly ignored the way your cheeks blushed 50 shades of red as he shuffled even closer to your seat. His thigh brushed against yours, his arms resting at the back of your seat. This was such a protective gesture that you just wanted to fall into his arms, with that amount of muscle dominant, it would feel like being covered in silver armour.

“You’re a real sweet girl, [y/n]. Very fun to talk to.”

You nibbled your bottom lip to avoid gushing at his constant praises.

“I don’t suppose your dad would like his baby hanging around with old strangers, ay?” Trevor smirked.

“I’m… Not that young. Not anymore.” You breathed hesitantly.

“I know, sugar. I was messin’ with you. Bet you have experience.”

“Experience?” Faulty ideas that he meant body counts and sexual relationships struct your mind before he could ease his choice of wording.

“Drinking, clubbing and all,” He smirked, “I ain’t meaning anything else, you dirty girl.”

“Oh, oh… Yeah…”

“You are 20 years old, sweet [y/n]. Course you have them sort of experiences as well, unless you’re a nun. But nuns wouldn’t be sat in a bar at 2am in the mornin’, talking to some random creepo from the Southern states, ay?”

“You keep twisting your words.”

“And why would I do that to you?” Trevor huffed with annoyance.

“I don’t know. You just keep giving me the wrong ideas.”

“Youthful minds… They are easy to crack – “

“Oh hush!” You groaned, rubbing your forehead.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist, sugar?”

“What do you think?”

Trevor tucked his arm tighter around your chair, “Am I the problem?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe ain’t the right answer.”

“Since when did you decide what the right answer is?” You scoffed.

“Since I asked the damn question.”

“I don’t know if you want me to agree or not – “

“Am I scary, [y/n]?” His voice cracked with delightfulness, “Am I making you nervous?”

“More than I’d like.” You admitted.

“You cheeky thing… I hope your friends stay out longer, I’m enjoying my time with you.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t disturb anyway.”

“Oh? They wouldn’t stop their beloved friend from talking to an old chump?”

“You’re not an old chump!” You quickly said.

“There are many weirdos around here, and it’s known that I’m the weirdest one, sugar.”

“Are you trying to lure me away?”

He chuckled at your words, “Frankly, I’m doing the opposite. You’re a nice lady. I couldn’t miss the chance.”

“Oh, so now I’m a lady,” You grinned, “What’s with all this sudden change in names?”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Because I’m not.”

Trevor stared at your face for a few minutes, his hand idly sitting on the edge of your knee. This was extremely intimate and you were already heated from this simple touch of his hand. It made you squirm silently, the seat suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

He noticed you rolling around, raising his scarred eyebrow to indicate his awareness of your current attempt of neglecting your arousal. Though he looked serious, you could tell by the way his pupils dialled that he was, in fact, turned on. It made you want to double check down below at his… But that was too bold – too risky.

“Are you usually this antsy?” He uttered.

“Haha…” You gulped, “Yes.”

“Am I making you anxious, doll?”

“No.”

“Mmm, there’s where you’re wrong,” Trevor gazed down at your chest, “I can detect lies.”

“I’m gonna find my friends.”

“I scared you off so soon…” There was no disappointment behind his tone, just plain rapture and bliss

“You didn’t scare me off – I… I just need to find my friends.” You swiftly dropped to your feet before peering over your shoulder. He was still sitting there with that dirty smirk on his face. He noticed you had stopped in your tracks, staring.

“Changed your mind already, doll? Or are you forgettin’ something.”

At this stage, you both knew what that “something” meant.

So you inhaled sharply before grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his own. Trevor wasted no time and wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his warm body as you both swayed in each other’s arms, mouths clumsily tasting each of your own discourse and saliva. This feeling of being in this older guy’s arms was so protecting. You let yourself fall at ease, Trevor taking charge by groping your ass, keeping you stable against the bar-stands.

You impartially lost your breath and pathetically cried his name while your body is being dragged across the floor, all nerves losing it’s ability to work since the kiss was so breath-taking.

“That’s right…” You heard him whisper.

Trevor moved you both to the far corner where no lights stood. The only things that could be seen was his scrawny back, his shirt having sweat-stains – showing off them brutal shoulder blades and muscles that you so eagerly wanted to grab. Nonetheless, you were hidden from all sights. He basically towered over you, his lips travelling down your neck like no one else was in the room. There were definitely trails of hickeys by the time you found confidence to host his head up to face you. Trevor licked his lips and seemed annoyed at being disrupted, but that feeling eased away when your hands hovered over his belt. He got the idea and smirked at you.

“You’re a dirty girl, ain’t you? Alright… No one is watchin’, baby. I know you got a good tongue from the way you speak…” His breath scarring your lips, “Put it to good use, hm?”

“Yes, Trevor.” You mindlessly said without consciousness. His hands began to grab the back of your head.

“That’s right. Such a good girl.” Then he guided you down to his buzzing crotch. Trevor watched you, still hiding this whole intimacy from other people, but also finding the sight of you unbuckling his belt so alluring. He sucked in his tongue and restrained a moan when you unzipped his flies.

Before freeing his erection, you used the tip of your finger and teased the area of his happy trail, slowly poking up his T-shirt. This close contact made him shudder. His head jerked up and he creased his face with euphoria.

“Fuuucckkk… You’re making daddy feel so good.” He whined subtly (just so you could hear).

This had released something unholy inside you. You stared up at his tall figure, letting yourself drool before he wiped it with his thumb. Then suddenly, he fisted a handful of your hair and pushed you into his pants, your nose pressing against that hardened boner. He clearly was impatient.

“C’mon… C’mon…”

“I want you, Trevor. Daddy. I want you – “ You heavily protested when pulling down his undergarments, revealing that throbbing mess of his boner seeping running fluids from his past hour of constant arousal. It was painfully red and pulsing for disclosure of your mouth. Mid-sentence, you decided to open your mouth and just inhale this cock that twitched uncontrollably. Your tongue, like he ordered, circled around his sensitive tip, making Trevor groan out a large husk. He pushed you further into the corner with both hands on the wall, trapping you into his dick (that you were devouring).

And you continued sucking.

“Yes! That’s right!” Trevor began to lose hope in keeping this secret since he was, well, outwardly expressing his relief.

Even with himself in you, words gambled out (through distorted mumbles and unfinished sentences). Whenever you gained the chance, you’d exhale and gasp his name.

“Dadd – “ Before he’d guide you back into his throbbing cock.

“So hot… Fuck, keep going, [y/n], doll, keep sucking – for me. All for me. You fuckin’… Saint, I love you!” Trevor praised.

You were less experienced with giving head but he was easily pleased. Though you were sloppily sucking with pathetic sounds of your squeals and squirms, he liked that. He liked it a lot. It encouraged you to adventure more as you grew brave, deciding to shamefully drape your hands around and grope his ass. It felt off-limits considering he had you tightly caved in front, his hands tugging on your hair, yet he allowed you.

“Ohh! Oh, yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in your slutty mouth, babe. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on your face and – and I… I…” He lost his pace, beginning to lower his head to prepare for the orgasm that was closer than expected.

You waited for the signal and when his penis shivered, you set your tongue on the tip, mouth gaped open, eyes staring up at his face. His reaction was priceless. Trevor’s finger fell on your chin as he came on your tongue and mouth. Whatever noise fell from his mouth? It was animalistic, like a dog squawking in a shallow alley-way, it was brutal. His moans were pure raw and natural. As raw as his limb dick that continued squirting cum on every surface of your wet tongue.

“Fuck… Yes, so perfect…” Trevor caressed your chin and neck before wrapping them fingers around it, choking you against the wall and admiring his fluids oozing from your lips.

“Daddy...” You sounded fatigue but proud.

“Ah, [y/n], [y/n], [y/n]… What am I gonna do about you now, ay?” His hand tighten, “You look hot with my cum, baby. Ever had an older guy tell you that?”

You shook your head as he choked you sensually.

“So innocent… What a beautiful young lady…”

“You taste so good.” You whimpered.

“Just perfect, ain’t it? Now – [y/n], where are your friends?”

The room was still crowded but somehow no one seemed to see you both in the corner. From your position on your knees, you gazed between his legs and saw a familiar group of girls who were surrounding the bar.

“They are at the bar.” You pointed.

“They must be looking for their little lady, hm?” Trevor smirked down at you, “Go on, sugar. I ain’t keeping you longer.”

“But – “

“Shush… Good things come to those who wait. You know where to find me.”

And with that, you sighed and stood to your height, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as he was hesitant to let go of your neck. But he did. Trevor’s arms dropped to his sides and he watched you wipe the excess cum from your lips. He watched as you pretended to have been busy in the toilets, but as he said before, they were completely stoned. Trevor cackled as you realised he was very intuitive and predictive, managing to guess how your friends would appear, completely smacked on pills. Nevertheless, a small itch crept in his stomach, and he began missing your warm lips around his cock.

“Such a fine piece of work…” He uttered, moving aside. He was going to catch you up later.

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ask-olive-huchers · 11 months ago

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just for funnies, I'm gonna do a relationship chart thingy realll quick with the characters Olive has interacted with (plus maple, Chris, Ditch, and pebble bc they technically have met but there's so roleplay for them-)

Olive and Bailey: Likes. Literally his big murderous brother guys trust!! He misses hanging out with him a LOT

Olive and Sora: likes. Platonically loves the guy. Misses him every fucking day.

Olive and Zaria: they know she helped Rowan with her plan. So. hate.

Olive and jasper: ehh, neutral (ish). Just has fun messing with him most of the time. So I guess possibly another brother figure idk

Olive and Rowan: despises. Hates. Would kill. Could kill. It’s their fault. Or, that’s what olive thinks anyway.

• Olive and Finn: neutral. Not much to say in this in, olive just doesn't really know Finn that much.

Olive and Jay: ZERO OUT OF TEN. HATE EACHOTHER, DEARLY. WOULD PUNCH THIS MAN FOR A CRUMB OF BREAD BRO. ANYTHING TO MAKE HIM SHUT UP.

Olive and Skipp: do I even need to explain this one? ok, fine. Olive definitely "likes" Skipp. Let's put in simple terms for now, shall we?

Olive and Yuki: Dislike. Only bc bro was in a bad mood when they had met. Then again Olives kinda always in a bad mood, so..-

Olive and Ray: sorta dislike. Only because they had a bad first impression as well. But all of Olive's first impressions involve anger so..no hard feelings?

Olive and Quinn: a like for sure. I mean, her dog had already won them over! Plus she was pretty nice!

Olive and Stone: likes..? Question mark? He was there for them a bunch of times, so. Yeah. Like.

• Olive and Velvette: question mark? Not sure. They don’t have a clear opinion yet.

AND NOW, TIME FOR THE OTHERS THAT ARE CONTROLLED BY ME!:

Olive and Ditch: hate. Hate. Hate. Pure annoyance. If given the chance, Olive would stab him in the neck and stomp on his body. They'd throw his body into the ocean. Plus, Olive would tie giant rocks to his body so he'd sink to the very bottom. Where no one could find him. But he's too important to the story so that'll never happen! Perhaps in another universe...

Olive and Chris: neutral. Not practically close, but Olive does like to call him out for anything he's done wrong. They find it funny how ironically clumsy he is.

Olive and Maple: neutral. That's all I have to actually say but, I don't reallly think they'd have have a straight bond. It would probably be from their friend group, if you know what I mean.

Olive and Pebble: I guess sorta like? I mean, he must be cool if they're dating Bailey. Right? Though I think they've only met like, once..-

AND BONUS: OLIVES RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS!! And Adi!

Olive and Calvin (their father): hate. I thought that was obvious..? But yeah. He's a pretty shitty dad who was verbally abusive and physically abusive. What was worse was it was only olive that WAS being abused, so it was favouritism for sure.

Olive and Charolette (their mother): Strong disliking. Not much as a hate, though. Their mother was fairly nice to them when they were younger. And the only golden child to appreciate. But once Their sister was born, Olives perfect little world had fallen apart.

Olive and Adi: let's get something straight. Olive hates a bunch of people. Like, a lot. But Adi takes the number one spot on the leaderboard. Olive absolutely DESPISES HER. I mean, she RUINED their life! If you were to ask olive how they ended up on the streets, they'd probably say their father. And little sister. If they could torture anyone until the end of time, Olive would 100% pick Adi. I mean, that's the whole reason they had murder their mother. To strike fear into the child, and to get the message clear for her small little mind.

And yeah! I think that's everyone? Question mark? Well, that's everyone olive met! I think? I'll probably put this is the masterpost, and it'll probably change over time as well!

Last updated : Jan 26, 2025

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silent-raven13 · 11 months ago

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Neko Neko Chemical!

Two black cat ears wiggle in response. The punker's eyes blink a couple of times. The black cat tail sways which cause Miguel's eyes to twitch having his arms crossed.

"Morales...." The leader of Spider Society asked the young Spider-man in front of him, "What happened?"

Miles took a moment to think with his new black cat ears wiggles and his tails to move in response. "Hmmm, I can't recall. I was doing fine then this happened."

Hobie caught stares at those cat ears and long tail, "Cute." He turned pink seeing Miles like this.

"Stacy! Prabhakar! What happened?" Miguel asked the two who jumped by his loud voice.

"Well..." Gwen began trying to be chill about the situation.

Hobie went over to Miles having to get a good look, his dark eyes on those cat ears that twitched, and his tail that seems to move towards him. They seem more excited when he got close, Miles wasn't paying attention to his subconscious action. He wanted to listen to Gwen and Pav.

Pavitr got too nervous and said out loud, "We messed up! I'm so sorry!"

"Pav!" Gwen sighs, "So, when Hobie and Miles fighting off the bad guy. I took the chemical he was about to use, then... somehow me and Pav slam each other together and the chemical fell on Miles."

"I see, so it was an accident." Miguel rub his eyes trying to think, "Okay, we need to draw some blood from Morales, have to create an antidote."

Hobie felt Miles' tail wrapping around his waist while Miles nodded at Miguel's words without paying attention to his own tail. The punker smiles before he decided to touch those cat ears. "YEEP!" Miles flinched at the punker's hands touching his ears, "Hobie, don't touch what if it passes on to you?"

"I'm alright, luv." The punker smiles at him feeling his Sunflower's ears, they were soft, thin and when he pressed them it made a cartoon sound.

*Squishy* *Squishy*

"Nyaa, stop it, Hobie?" Miles mews letting out a cat sound, his whole face frozen feeling super flustered.

Hobie turns pinker, "Sunflower, you're a lil kitten, eh?" He chuckles with amusement.

"Hobie, sto-oo-oop!" His Sunflower whines again, feeling shy. "My ears are sensitive!" The sixteen year old pouts.

"Oh really?" The punker chuckles, "What about this?" He saw the tail wrapped around his arm.

"Ahh, nuh. Nyah!" Miles jumps being in shock with his own tail, "It's not me, it has a mind of its own!" He yank his tail back seeing how his tail didn't move.

Hobie chuckles, "Oh yeah? Some probably think you got a crush on me, Sunflower." His smile brighten as he saw how annoyed Miles became at him. The punker does poking fun at him.

Miguel sighs, "I'll get a nurse to come get Miles' blood."

Gwen and Pavitr talk to each other seeing their friends fooling around. "Sometimes I wonder if they're ever gonna be together." The blond teenager asked.

"I know! This is totally the raising climax! In every soap opera there's always the "will they, won't they?" skit." Pavitr nodded at this being a big expert on romance.

"Pav, you need to get out more instead of watching all those Rom-Coms..."

"Ehh!"

Later on, Miles' honey-brown eyes turned into cat eyes. He had more of a cat like personality, and a sudden craving for fish. "NOM!" He shoves a sardine in his mouth, his other hand holds the open canned of oiled sardines he bought from a shop.

The group went to Spider Society's cafeteria to grab lunch after Miguel got Miles' blood for testing. The three watches Miles having sardines, tuna sandwich and sashimi on his lunch tray.

"Wow, those sardines' stink." Gwen hated canned sardines, she remembers her dad use to eat them with boiled potatoes for dinner. "Yuck!"

"Nuh uh! It's good!" Miles shoves more into his mouth, "Mmm."

"Awe, so it's true! Miles is a cute cat." Peter's voice got them to turn their heads, they saw Mayday being carried by her dad.

"Wow, big bro!" Mayday went over to touch his tail, "Can you wag your tail?" She happily sat on his lap then smells of fish. "So your part cat, hehe. You like fish!"

"Oh wow, look at those ears and eyes, Mi!" Peter chuckles happily touching his cat ears which got Miles' raised his shoulders feeling those warm hands sending tingles through his body. It wasn't sexual just felt like he gotta react. Hobie merely frowns with his body turning into gray and muted yellow.

"Good kitty!" Mayday giggles as she gently pets' his head.

Gwen and Pavitr laughs in amusement, "Yeah, be a good kitty cat, Miles!" Gwen chuckles.

"Oh right, May. What if we pet you?" Peter happily pets Miles' head letting his finger gently strokes.

This cause him to let out a purring sound in the back of his throat. His tail happily sway and his ears moves up and down being pleased.

Hobie took a sip of his soda with his body turning gray with a muted green and harsh neon yellow with some newspaper with big warnings. This made Pavitr teased, "Ohh, somebody is jealous." No, he wasn't- Well, he wanted to be the first person to make Miles purr and-

Miles let out a meow sound, "Me-ow! Hmm?" His purring went on as he nuzzles Peter's neck and snuggles Mayday.

"Hahaha, I love you, too, Miles!" Peter chuckles receiving big love from his pupil.

"Yeah, big bro! Love you, too!" Mayday giggles loving the snuggle.

That felt like a knife stabs into the punker's heart, he wanted that! "Wow, Miles. You're being such a cat." Gwen hums as she eats her burger.

"AHhH! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Miles felt so embarrassed that it got Peter to laugh out loud.

Then Pavitr hold a ball of catnip, "Miles, you want some?"

"Nyah!" Miles got whiskers at this point, he quickly nuzzles Pavitr then went crazy for the cat-nip. That made Hobie jealous as he watches Pavitr giggles laughing out loud.

"Miles, you're ticklish!" Pavitr happily hugs his friends.

Next Gwen made clicking sounds with her mouth, "Miles! *click, click* Lookie, what I got?" She holds a Cat wand hovering over his face as he embodies being a cat, his hands gestured cat like paws, and lies on the ground playing the toy.

"NYAH!" Miles's ears perk up with his tail wagging, then he tackles Gwen down with a nuzzle in her neck.

"Hahaha, okay! Okay! You win, buddy." She laughs feeling her friend being a cute cate.

Hobie stood feeling more upset and jealous, he wanted Miles' attention. It seems like the word about him being a cat spread like wild fire through headquarters, because more of their friends came by to see him.

The punker went to sat by himself as he let his Sunflower have fun. This is fair, since they weren't together. Yet he couldn't help being so damn jealous of Miles being cute kitten!

It didn't matter, he can hang with him later. The punker shoves some ice cream he got from the cafeteria, a tub of vanilla bean with pecan ice cream. Not a big fan of sweets, when days like this happened, he wants something sweet. Unaware a bit of the ice cream got on the corner of his lip, he kept eating.

Being chilled to himself, he was unaware of a certain Sunflower going over to check on him. Miles' nose wiggles sniffing at the sweet smell of ice cream pecan flavor, his cat eyes spotted the ice cream on the corner of Hobie's lips. His tail sways, his ears twitch then he went for it. His tongue licks the lick ice cream off his friend's lips.

This got Hobie to stood in shock for the moment, he faces his Sunflower pulling away with his head tilting being confused for the moment. "Ahhh, I'm so sorry, Hobie! I didn't mean to do that!" Miles cups his own face being in shock at what he did. "NYYAAHHH! I'm so sorry!"

Hobie turns bright pink with hearts all over his body, the he took a spoonful of his ice cream putting on his cheek. His heart beats super fast. "Why did you do that for?" Miles shouted at him.

"Sunflower, I think I accidentally spill some on my face." The Spider-punk grins widely with his charming face.

"I saw you! You did that on purpose, you jerk!" Miles shouted back at him, then his tail wraps around the punker's waist. "Ahh, ignore it!"

"Come on, love. My face is feeling sticky." Hobie did a cute pout.

Miles' cat side overcome him, he went for it. He licks off the ice cream from his friends' cheek. Somehow he ended up sitting on the punker's laps, Hobie couldn't be happier. "Miss a spot, Sunflower."

"Hmm? Where?" He asked being confused to find his cheek clean.

"Here," The punker pointed at his lips without another thought, he planted a kiss on Miles' lips. "Mwah. Good, huh? Hehehe." He chuckles with a big smile on his face.

"HUH, Hobie!" Miles pouts with his ears expressing the same way his emotions were, "You liar! You just did that to kiss me."

"Guilty." He nuzzles him, "I can hear you purring, luv. Did you like it?"

"No! Put me down!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Why?"

"I like you here in my arms." The punker happily pet Miles' head making him nuzzle his neck giving a loudly purr, "Heh, love you, too, darling."

"You jerk..." Miles huff his cheeks but didn't move away. He likes being held by his punker, then lowly mutters, "Love you, too..."

"What was that?"

"NOTHING!"

Gwen slurp her slushy, "Huh, looks like they are gonna confessed five months earlier than I predicted."

"Wow, I told ya! Pay up!" Pavitr chews on his chocolate chip cookies being happy at his bet. "Also, did Miguel find the cure?"

"Turns out it's gonna wear off in a week, so Miles will have to be like this."

"Oh, wow. Hobie is gonna be so happy." The two watches the punker happily snuggles with his Sunflower.

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