#((Yes though; I have fanfics lying around))

[yoonjae20]

Danny deeply distrusts the Justice League

Based on the wonderful @saltymarshmall0w 's prompt.

I really feel like they aren't enough fanfics or prompts where Danny dislikes the Justice League — and continues to dislike them even after everything (Anti-Ecto Acts) is revealed and taken care of. (Or maybe I'm not looking in the right places — if you guys have any recommendations put them in the Tags or Comments!)

Read on ao3. Masterpost

After many years Danny has finally retired — sure he had to leave everything he loved and that was familiar to him behind for it, but it was worth it. He had a small little house that was his own, he would water his plants every morning and make small talk with his neighbors. Everything was fine. 

Everything turns not so fine, when there’s a sudden knock on his door. Expecting it to be one of his neighbors — for example needing eggs or flour (a neighbor’s kid had needed eggs to bake one of her parents a cake and Danny had been more than willing to spare the few she needed) — he opens the door without a second thought.

Only to almost immediately want to close it again. 

Because that’s the Justice League standing in front of his door. And that can mean nothing good.

Before Danny can slam the door closed, Superman‘s shoe slides in between the door frame, blocking his escape. The smile the man shoots him is probably meant to be reassuring, but the only thing Danny feels is dread. 

To most civilians the Justice League is seen as a beacon of hope — but to Danny? He knows the bitter truth. When he needed them the most they turned his back on him before chasing him across half the globe calling him a villain without even hearing his side of the story. They handed him over the GIW for Ancient’s Sake. He would have died if it weren’t for Tucker and Sam. (He may not have scars to show for it but he can still feel his chest burn when he thinks back to it.) Not that they can remember that though. He still doesn’t trust them. 

“You are Danny Fenton, correct?” Superman asks and Danny stiffens. 

Fenton — not Nightingale like he has changed his surname into to escape his parents influence and leave everything behind. 

“Yes,” he says warily — seeing no point in lying. Considering Batman is lingering behind Superman the Detective would figure it out instantly. 

“And you used to be Amity’s Park’s vigilante Phantom?”

Danny grips the door frame, knuckles white. What’s their point? Are they trying to intimidate him?

“Yes,” he grits out. 

“We were told that you are the one we should seek out in matters involving Ghosts and the Infinite Realms,” Superman continues, but Danny doesn’t let him finish.

“I’m retired,” he interrupts. “Find someone else.”  

“There’s a world-ending event,” Superman says like that would convince Danny. Like Danny hadn’t lived though so many of them — had to prevent them from happening without anyone’s help every single time. Guilt-tripping much? “Even if you don’t want to fight — we need you as an advisor.”

Danny snorts, shaking his head. 

“Go take up the matter with the Justice League Dark then.” 

Danny moves to close the door, but still Superman’s foot doesn’t budge. He could probably brute-force his way through this — but Danny’s tired and he’s not in the mood to explain to his neighbors why his door is broken and he needs to do repairs.

He glares at them and to his surprise Superman actually takes a step back — but still not enough to be able to close the door. 

Danny hasn’t transformed into Phantom since he left Amity Park. Had kept that part of himself locked away — would have separated his Ghost Self from himself if he didn’t know he would be selfish for that. Had ignored his Obsession even if it screamed at him — had pushed it away in his Human Form even if it muted all the colors around him and it meant that every breath was a painful wheeze.

Faced with this situation he almost wants to break the promise he made to himself — but he can’t.

There is no GIW anymore —  Danny had made sure of that. He had wiped all of their files and his parents published research with the help of Technus. He had dismantled both portals to the Ghost Zone and made sure no one would be able to replicate it. But Danny also knows the Justice League — knows how much Superman’s punches hurt, how it feels to get mind controlled — they could overpower him in an instant if he twitched as much as into the wrong direction.  

He really doesn’t have a choice here, doesn’t he? If he doesn’t go out of his free will — they will force him with any means necessary, of that much he is sure. 

His gaze trails to his neighbor’s house and the swing in their backyard. And if they are right and he turns them away — is he sure he won’t feel any guilt if something happens that he could have prevented? Sometimes Danny really hates his Martyr Complex. 

Danny sighs, defeated.

“What do you need my help for?”

They had liked their new neighbor despite the fact that he barely left his house other than to water his plants. They had known that the young man was sickly. He looked like death wormed him over and was weak on his feet— his ice-blue eyes dull. His smile barely held any warmth in it.

Still they invited them over after he had given their daughter eggs to bake the cake for their birthday. They learned that he was kind and had escaped to their small village to live a quiet life. 

When the young man came to tell them that he would be out of town for a few days and to please water his plants if they could, they were worried.

“Are you sure that you are fine, son?” they asked and touched the man’s forehead — but it was icily cold like the rest of their skin had always been. “You look even paler than usual.”

The young man had only given them a half-hearted smile and affirmed them that he was fine

Their daughter's excited steps had hurried behind them and she tugged on their pants after the man had left. 

“Was that Uncle Danny?” the girl asked. “Can I play with him?”

They gave their daughter a weak smile. 

“Uncle Danny is busy for a few days,” they explained. “Later, okay? How about you draw him a picture while we wait for him to come back? So he has something to look forward to?” 

Their daughter nodded and raced back to the living room, searching for supplies, while they continued looking out of the window. They can’t help but have a bad feeling about this.  

It’s unnerving how quiet the young man is. 

There are no easy smiles, sassy quips and puns like from the few shaky phone videos they had pulled from the internet about Phantom. 

He’s meticulous. Probably even more than Batman — and that is a statement. There had been a deep mistrust in the eyes when they had located him and asked him to help them. It’s evident in every step he makes. He double-, even triple-checks every single evidence, every single sentence, every single word they say. 

Nothing is left unturned as he works the way though the situation like if he is dealing with a case. He never stops moving, always doing something — reading through heavy leather-bound books or through their reports. His heart rate is so slow that Clark sometimes wonders if the boy is still breathing at all. 

When the young man had asked them if they spoke to the leader regarding the war declaration and the reasons behind them, he had clicked his tongue when they told him no.

He hadn’t let anyone help him when he drew out the summoning cycle — it looked even more intricate and complicated than they had seen from Zatanna or Constantine. When he had spoken the words for the spell,  his words had sounded ancient and undescribable — hushed whispers following every single word. He clasped his hands and only opened his eyes when he spoke the last word, his eyes burning a deep green. 

The cycle goes up in green fire before a form appears — Clark recognizes the Ghost from the declaration. 

The man’s cold gaze sweeps over the Justice League before it stops on Phantom. He smirks, bowing his head slightly.

“I greet the Prince of the Infinite Realms.”

“Cut the crap Fright Knight,” Phantom's voice is steel-hard. “We both know I refused that position.”

The man tilts his head but nods.

“Very well,” he says. “I greet Phantom, savior of the Infinite Realms.”

Phantom grits his teeth like he wants to refuse that title too before he shakes his head. He gestures to the Justice League.

“Explain.”

“We are just paying back what has been done to us,” Fright Knight claims. “Vita brevis, ars longa, occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile.”

“Life is short, art is long, opportunity fleeting, experiment treacherous, judgment difficult,” Diana translates for them. 

“I see the Daughter of the Queen of the Amazons knows her arts,” the man’s voice has a hint of mockery. “Humanum genus est avidum nimis auricularum. Ignorantia legis non excusat:”

Diana’s eyebrows knit together as she listens. 

“Mankind is too greedy for lies. Ignorance of the law does not excuse,” her voice is almost a whisper. 

“I would have thought you would know of this Phantom,” Fright Knight addresses the young man again. “But now seeing your state, you probably didn’t feel the call for the announcement either. Is there a reason why you are starving yourself?”

Phantom doesn’t meet any of their eyes as he answers.

“That is unimportant to this situation.”

Fright Knight’s lips twitch back into a grin. 

“If the savior of the Infinite Dreams claims so, then I have no choice but to accept it.” He turns back to the Justice League. “Si vis pacem, para bellum.”

“If you want peace, prepare for war.”

“When have we been ignorant?” Batman finally steps in. 

Fright Knight huffs out a dark laugh.

“When has mankind not been ignorant?” Fright Knight questions. “When your government captured my brethren and tortured them, where were you? When they declared us as non-sentient and staged war against us, where were you? When they threatened to destroy our home, where were you?”

The man’s eyes seem to burn as he repeats himself.

“Where were you?”

Clark and the rest of the League are shocked to silence. 

“Now that the danger has passed, why should we just forgive you? Why should we forget?” Fright Knight continues. “If we are not worthy enough to be counted towards mankind that means we just have to rewrite the rules. And since we were never given the chance to negotiate, that means by force.”

“The Meta-Protection Acts-” 

“Only count towards those that are alive.” Fright Knight interrupts Batman. “After all, how can the dead feel any emotions such as pain? I’m sure if you ask your government they will hand you a lot of pretty reports on the biased experiments that prove so.” 

“But that’s-” Clark starts but Fright Knight doesn’t let him finish.

“Despicable? When has that ever stopped mankind?” Fright Knight asks. “We can talk if there isn't a law that states that we can be eradicated without any consequences.”

Before either of them can stop him, Fright Knight swishes his cape made out of purple fire and disappears. Clark faintly asks himself if that is how other people feel when Batman does that in front of their noses. 

Seeing no other option the entire League turns back to Phantom who hasn’t said a single word since the Ghost went on his tirade.

“Phantom-” Batman tries, but the young man’s eyes burn with so much hate that the normally stoic man stocks in his words. 

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Phantom seethes. “You heard him. Now finally do your jobs right for once.”

Then he leaves the room without a single glance back.

Clark gulps as they look at each other.

“I feel like we made a mistake.”

When the news declares the Anti-Ecto Acts as abolished, Danny feels nothing but exhaustion. The Justice League barely managed to avoid a large-scale — and very justified war. 

Danny leans back tiredly on his sofa. His eyes trail to the drawing his neighbor’s daughter had given him and the first genuine smile in months graces his lips.

“What I don’t do for mankind,” he sighs before he closes his eyes. 

[your-nanas-house]

yes, please Joe Goldberg fanfics??? walking in on Joe disposing of a body and he's gotta convince you not to go to the police (maybe with a lil sexy time) but then he black mails you into helping him hide it

Yess! Thanks for requesting 🙏

Dead silent

◇ Pairing: Joe Goldberg X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, Joe's POV, dead body, he fucks her against a tree, just JOE.... bit dark?, mention of alchol, age gap (both off age)

◇ Summary: Joe is trying to hide a body when Y/n sees him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is my first Joe fic using his POV. Still experimenting... so I hope it's not so shitty. Let me know if it's better in third person.

There is something extraordinarily peaceful about an evening outside the city, clear skies and stars that shine away from the smog.

If it wasn't for the dead body lying in front of me, I could call it almost romantic.

The feeling of the shovel penetrate the dirt and the warmth of the summer breeze makes it seem intimate in some way. And then... there's you.

I heard your footsteps, you had me fooled for a moment, making me believe it was just an animal but no. I can feel your eyes on me and I know our eyes would meet as soon as I will turn around.

There you are, as silent as a mouse, shaking like a leaf. You're holding your breath but I noticed you. I honestly feel sorry about it, you shouldn't have seen any of this.

I raise my eyes and finally meet yours. Are you scared or just tipsy?

I smile.

"It's not what it looks like"

Seriously Joe? It's not what it looks like.. that's the first thing that comes to your mind while a fucking dead body is at your own feet? Pathetic. Now you scared her even more. Great job, Joe!

You're quiet so I talk again. A poor attempt to not make you freak out even more.

"You really shouldn't have see it... don't try to run, please. Don't make things harder than they already are— Let me explain"

I raise my hands, holding them in view as I carefully approach you. What are you doing here all alone? Short black skirt, a blouse, stockings and high heels... who in their right mind would wear heels here?

"I know this all looks bad and I understand that you're scared. It will sounds mad but please, listen to me... Have you ever been in a situation where you did something you never thought you'd do? Something that, if you explained it to someone, would sound wrong, so so wrong... but you knew it was right?"

You aren't running away, that's a good thing. But why? Is it because you're scared? Sick? Maybe you like it.... you have some perversion? Why would a young woman like you be in an insolated place dressed like that and not running or screaming yet? Maybe you're one of those girls that read filthy fanfictions on the internt instead of a good book... and just dream about being banged somewhere by the bad guy.

I'm not the bad guy, though. I'm the good one but I guess I can go along with your fantasy.

You don't move so I take it as a consent to step closer.

With a quick motion I have you pinned against a tree, your breath is shallow but you don't move. You let me continue without arguments. You like it.... you long for it and I'm gonna give him.

The wetness against my fingertips speaks more than a thousands of words, your soft whimpers just add to the whole perverted scenario you made me start.

Fuck... I don't even know your name but I wanna make sure you moan mine.

Say Joe, just moan my fucking name, please. I can feel my release approach, your warm cunt squeezing me nearly to death. Damn, I love pussy....

"Ah— fuck, I'm Joe"

I would have mentally slapped myself for the way I just introduced myself... if I wasn't balls deep inside a cunt. But I don't care, the warmth, the wetness, your noises and fuck... I pull quickly out to shoot my release on your bare ass and you moan my name. Poetry.

I feel the urge to kiss you, scream out loud the euphoria I feel but I won't. You would get scared and look at me as a sicko. But I'm not... it has been just too long since I last fucked.

Sadly the buzzing feeling of my orgasm didn't last much and as I put my softened cock back in my pants I finally realize where I am and why I fucked you in the first place.

I need to get ride of the body and.... I think you're going to help me.

"We need to bury it. I nearly finished to dig so we just need to pick it up and hide it"

I inform you, my eyes watching your face for any reaction. You look pretty all flushed and breathless; I can still smell our juices from here but it won't distract me. No.

Luckily you're a smart girl, I didn't even need to threat you or force you. You are intelligent enough to understand that you don't have much choice. So you help me.

And I can assure you that this kind of things are faster done in two than on your own. Thank you for your help...

"What's your name?"

You answer, saying just your first name and.... Oh— I like your shaky voice, your name, you. Thank you for your help, Y/n. I'm pretty sure we will see each other again sooner or later.

I know you won't go to the police, you're in it too now.

[theoneandonlylobster]

My Big Damn Ashes of the Academy Thoughts

Okay so honestly I just need to take this panel by panel because frankly my overall impression of the comic is that everyone got replaced Invasion of the Body Snatchers style with people that look the same as they do and have the same name, but have zero idea of the backgrounds or motivations of said characters, and so they were just making shit up as they went along. Like, I write fanfic, I read fanfic. I have, in general, a pretty high regard for fanfic. And of course one of the more common Dangerous Ladies childhood type fics is how did they meet, why are these three very different individuals friends, etc etc.

And this was not even approaching the worst, crappiest, least coherent of that type of fiction I've read over the last nearly two decades.

Ashes of the Academy is a giant nothing burger comic, a fart in an elevator you're trapped with until you can make your escape.

So, without further ado, let's begin:

So right here on the second page of the comic, and the first page with dialogue, we have Ursa letting us know that, apparently, contrary to what we know, the Academy made Azula a bad person. Not her parents, definitely definitely not Ursa. You got that? It was all the Academy's fault. And we will continue beating that ostrich horse the entire rest of the comic, make no mistake!

Ah yes, Ursa, noted Not Ever An Imperialist At All, Not Even Once, Nuh-Uh.

Skipping several pages that would be me saying these two things multiple times...

Credit where credit is due, I like these two panels. I like this tiny glimpse into the friendship of Kiyi and Lihua or whatever here. One, because I imagine this is more like how Azula probably actually was, based on what we see in Zuko Alone. And two, that means Kiyi is unconsciously mirroring her sister and I like that interpretation of her character. It seems that Hicks does too, on a subconscious level. Look at that devious little look on her face! Little shit. Yeah, you cause a ruckus! Adorable.

I'd be lying if I said this didn't get a chuckle out of me. Is Katara on Zuko's Ministry of Education? Lol wtf. Still funny though.

More Kiyi being a little shit that I can get behind. This time in a Little Miss Know-It-All superiority complex sense that I'm sure would get real old real fast for anyone around her.

I've pointed this out on another post but Kiyi isn't a princess? Wtf? Come on, Hicks. Like it's not hard to figure this shit out. I think giving her a character trait of literally running to her big brother the Firelord anytime she feels slighted is pretty good, but of course it's never explored, because that's not a heroic trait and Kiyi has to be a hero for some reason unlike that irredeemable monster Azula who was born bad.

So nice of you to ask her first Zuko! Fuck's sake! Being Firelord has really gotten to this boy's head, like I know he has absolute power and all that shit but damn, if I was Mai, I would be wanting to get back with him less after this, not more, regardless of whether or not I liked the job in the end. Fucking consent, bro! (Previous page has him telling the headmistress she'll do it.) Unfortunately, this is actually not ooc for what we've seen of Zuko, honestly, imo. Mai, you can do so much better. Like, I ship Maiko. I love their dynamic etc etc. But girl. Respect yourself. This boy is NOT it at this point.

This is our continuing indication that they'll be rewriting the past in this comic, and we'd all better get on board. Zuko certainly thinks Azula treated him badly and has a very, "Zuko did nothing wrong!" approach to it all, but Mai was there for the vast majority of it, witnessed it with her own two eyes, so she would not react to that sentence with, "True." She just wouldn't. At least not the Mai we know. So let the assassination of Mai’s character commence!

Like, was this comic so half-assed nobody could be bothered to look up the spelling of Ukano's name? Yes. Yes it was.

Can I be made to believe Ukano said this to Mai when she was smol? Absolutely, yes. He's portrayed as a social climber and willing to utilize basically any route he can access to gain clout and influence. That's a man who is not above using his daughter in this way. I think it's somewhat implied by Mai’s dialogue in The Beach, even. Dude was a shitty father, Caldera was rife with them. Do I believe for one second Mai became friends with Azula because of this counsel? Absolutely not. The Mai we know thinks for herself 100% of the time, it's basically her thing.

Oh, cool, there's a 10 image per post limit. Well. I'll keep going in reblogs and indicate when I'm done. Bear with me, friends.

[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet 3 • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 12.7k • masterlist

warnings: 18+, polyandrous relationship (so yes, there is some angst and discourse with navigating the challenges of a shifting relationship), threesome, foursome, voyeurism, double penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, creampies, "sloppy seconds" (oops), swearing, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl), jealousy,

summary: It wasn't really just a game after all, was it?

note: buckle up as there will be a part 4 due to how long this ended up being lol I’m sorry - also it’s 4am and not proof read I’m sorry

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

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Turning, you blinked at the clock on the nightstand, its digital numbers glaring back at you.

10:45 AM.

Your heart sank, realizing you all overslept and missed the bus's scheduled departure time.

"Guys," you said, voice hoarse as you tried to sit up. Peeling yourself from the swede beside you, you frantically shouted, "We’re late. We’re so late."

Jolly groaned beside you, pulling you back down against his chest.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your back.

"No," you insisted, wriggling free despite not wanting to, "It’s almost eleven- the bus was supposed to leave an hour ago.”

Ruffilo sat up from beside you abruptly, eyes wide with panic.

"What?" He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, cursing when he saw the time. "Damn it."

Folio muttered something incoherent, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to wake up from the cot on the floor. Matt frowned over at you from the bed beside yours, though his sleep-tussled hair marred the effect.

Noah already began to dress rapidly as you offered an apologetic look to Jolly who sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“We have an eight-hour drive. We’ll make the show but we’re probably fucked for soundcheck,” Matt mumbled, pulling on his jeans.

Ruffilo scrolled through his phone, and you peered over, noticing the array of missed call notifications and texts. “Shit, Bryan’s been texting for hours.”

Matt pulled his shirt back over his body, searching the floor for his baseball cap. Placing the fabric over his head he tossed you a wink, before putting his phone to his ear. “No regrets though, right?”

"No regrets," Ruffilo confirmed, the edges of his mouth tugging into a slight smile as he pulled himself out of the sheets, picking up a shirt.

"Speak for yourself," Jolly muttered. He remained lying down, arm slung over his eyes. But the small grin that played at his lips spoke more truth than his words.

The room was suddenly filled with hurried activity and idle chatter as the boys launched themselves into action - Matt taking control of the situation and letting Bryan know everyone would be there shortly, while Ruffilo, Folio and Noah packed their bags quickly.

Through it all, Jolly lay still, his gaze focused entirely on you, fingers threaded through yours.

“You’re worth it," he declared softly. His tone smothered any potential doubt regarding last night.

"Come on," he said after a moment, finally rousing himself. He moved with careful deliberation as he started to collect his clothing from around the room.

You pushed yourself off the bed and hurried to pack your things. Searching for your hoodie, you sighed in frustration when you couldn’t find it before a hand reached out to yours.

Nicholas smiled warmly at you, holding out his own sweater. With a nod of his head, he motioned for you to raise your arms, allowing him to pull the fabric over your head and down your body, engulfing you in his scent.

“Thanks,” You smiled shyly, mind flickering to images of him devouring your body just hours prior.

He beamed as he placed the hood over your head, gently holding onto your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

As he stepped away, you couldn't help but notice the lingering glances from both Noah and Folio. But these looks were not filled with animosity; instead, they seemed to hold a gentle challenge within them. Who could make you smile wider? Whose touch made your heart skip a beat? 

It almost seemed like an unspoken agreement between them that you were cherished by all, but possessed by none.

Yet, despite this understanding, a twinge of envy still crept into Noah's chest.

The brunette came up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, smoothing out the fabric of Nicholas’ hood against your back, "You're quite remarkable, aren't you?"

Your face warmed at his words, spine-tingling as Noah’s hand roamed down your back, and Ruffilo’s soft breath brushed your face.

“C’mon guys, we gotta go,” Matt said, eyeing the three of you briefly before opening the door. 

Matt led you all out of the room and down the hallway, while Ruffilo and Folio followed closely behind, deep in conversation. You glanced briefly at one of the workers, who raised a curious yet accusatory brow toward the group leaving the hotel room.

As you moved through the lobby, Noah's arm slithered around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. He pressed a hasty kiss into your hair before diverting his attention towards Bryan who had been pacing by the entrance, phone clutched tightly in hand.

“Sorry we’re late,” Matt said as he approached Bryan, “We overslept.”

“Overslept?!” Bryan exclaimed incredulously, brandishing his phone like a wand, "I've been trying to reach you since six in the morning! The bus was scheduled to leave at nine! You’re the manager, Matt, how come I’m doing the managing?.”

Matt held up his hands in surrender, visibly trying to keep things calm, "Sorry Bry, didn’t mean to stress you out. Let’s head to the bus."

Bryan drove everyone in the van back to last night's venue, and you quickly helped unload the bags onto the bus.

“I’ll stay in the van with Bryan,” Matt said, shifting on his feet as his thumbs jumped across his phone screen, likely texting the venue an update, “We won't have time for pit stops if we want to even make time for a brief soundcheck, so, prepare for eight hours of non-stop driving.”

Once Matt closed the bus door, you smiled at your boys, nerves suddenly radiating through your veins.

Eight hours. With a glance around the bus, you took a seat on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest. You looked around at anything but them; until you noticed Noah sit across from you.

As your eyes met him, his gaze twinkling of mischievous innocence he wore so well, a rush of anticipation warmed your chest.

The bus started to move, smoothly looping itself onto the road.

Noah, leaning over the armrest of the seat across you, smiled that charming grin of his again. Jolly was already fishing for a bottle of water in the cooler. Ruffilo swiped through pages on his phone once more, while Folio had his head bobbing lightly to the music spilling out from the speakers.

It wasn’t an awkward silence, but unspoken words and thoughts lingered.

“You okay?” asked Noah, keeping his eyes on you as if trying to read you like an open book. His nearness made your body shiver in response, images of last night flashing back into your mind.

"I'm perfectly fine," came your reply, gentle but firm.

There was a soft grunt from Jolly’s corner, causing the group to glance at him.

He commented without looking up from his water bottle, “I think we have some things to talk about.”

“Such as?” You asked, knowing what he was going to say- yet prompting him anyway.

“Us,” he shrugged now, eyes darting between each of the boys before landing on you, “What happens now?”

There was a loaded silence that wrapped the room, each one of them mulling over their thoughts. Noah shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding your gaze. Ruffilo stared blankly at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen while Folio gently tapped his fingers to the beat of the music from the speakers, his gaze distant.

“I mean,” Ruffilo started, his voice cutting through the dense quietness like a knife. “We all agreed that this wouldn’t change anything between us.”

As if on cue, all eyes fell on you. The weight of their gazes made your heart pound against your chest and face, burning.

“But did it?” Jolly pressed on, his gaze steady. His question hung heavily between you.

You remained non-committal, much to everyone's growing frustration. But then again, you had been so calm throughout this ordeal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred among you and the boys. 

The bet was just for fun, right? Surely, this was nothing more than a week of lust and desire… right?

You chewed on your cheek in thought, unsure now. 

"Well, did it?" Folio echoed his words barely in a whisper. His eyes shimmered with a mix of emotions, the teasing glint now replaced with uncertainty.

Silence fell upon them once more, awaiting your response. 

You looked at each of their faces. Ruffilo's expression was unreadable as he continued staring at his phone, Folio wore an almost amused smile as he bobbed his head along the rhythm of the music. Ruffilo glanced at you briefly before his eyes quickly darted back to his phone screen.

Finally, your gaze landed on Noah, who was staring back at you intently. His gaze was questioning, but there was a hint of warmth hidden beneath his serious demeanour.

You knew there was more to this than sex, and your heart pounded as the words fell from your mouth. 

"It's not that our dynamics have changed... but my feelings have."

The confession hung in the air as a new round of silence sunk into the confined space. It was filled with the hum of the bus engine and the low notes of a forgotten song playing softly from the speakers.

All eyes bore into you; curiosity, surprise, and in some, what seemed like relief reflected at you. You met each gaze in turn, holding your breath against the immensity of your declaration.

"Feelings? Toward all of us?" Ruffilo asked cautiously. His brows furrowed slightly as he studied your face for any inkling of insincerity.

You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously as you tried to gauge their reactions.

"Last night wasn't just... physical." You cleared your throat slightly, catching their almost intense attention. "I mean, it was and it wasn't simultaneously."

"Makes sense," Folio said suddenly, breaking his self-imposed silence. He shrugged a little under their stares. "I mean... feelings can catch you off-guard. It's not like you can control them. Especially in... unusual circumstances."

"Unusual? That's one way to put it," joked Jolly, trying to lighten the mood. A chuckle echoed through the bus from Noah, but the mirth quickly faded.

"I think what we really need to figure out is what you want to happen now," Noah said, leaning forward in his seat to look at you, hands lazily folded on his lap. His eyes flicked away from yours for a moment as if he was afraid to press further.

"To happen now?" You mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Unease stirred within you as you tried to summon words that wouldn't disrupt the equilibrium further.

"The question is more like... do you want us?” Jolly added softly, eyes never leaving yours, "All of us? Not only for sex but more than that.”

A statement so profound left you momentarily breathless. But it wasn't fear or dread that perforated the air within the bus - it was anticipation. A tantalizing spectre of something undefined yet powerful seemed to rise from the worn carpet of the bus, coiling around each one of you, poised to strike.

Noah broke the silence, his voice barely louder than an exhale; "Is that what you want?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, your emotions stripped bare before the boys whom you had known for years. 

"Yes," you found yourself saying, gaze pinned to Noah's warm eyes, "But that doesn't mean everything just... falls into place."

"Do we take turns being your boyfriend?" Jolly asked after a beat, humour flicking through his eyes as he waited for you to react.

You scoffed playfully and rolled your own, "I don't know how it will work, Jolly."

"Neither do we,” Folio admitted, a stark rare seriousness replacing his usual aloof demeanour, “But we all want you. Last night, and the bet, was proof of that.”

"But we're willing to find a way if that's what you want," Noah chimed in, his voice gentle as he held your gaze with a hint of vulnerability.

You swallowed, the implications of what they were saying starting to sink in. Still, you found the courage to reply, "I think I'd like that.”

"What about Matt?" Ruffilo asked, looking up from his phone again to glance at you.

Your brow furrowed, "What about him?"

"He has feelings for you,” Ruffilo continued, meeting your gaze. “You know that."

“I do," you nodded, remembering the words spoken in confidence. "And I care about him. But right here, right now... it's not Matt I need an answer from." You scanned their faces one by one.

A silence stretched between you, and then, as though orchestrated, they each nodded in turn. Noah cleared his throat and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Alright," he said finally, voice steady but eyes fluttering with an array of emotions, "If that's what... if this what we’re all okay with... then we should go for it.”

This time, the silence that ensued wasn’t uncomfortable or tense. It was reflective, filled with a calm understanding and acceptance.

“Yeah,” Jolly agreed, chuckling as he tossed his water bottle from one hand to the other, “But let’s not get carried away. This needs... rules?”

“Yes, agreed,” Folio added in quickly at Jolly's suggestion. He could already see tension lines forming on Ruffilo's forehead.

“I think it’s fair to say the ground rule is honesty," he continued after a beat, "With each other and with oneself."

You nodded at his words, feeling a comforting warmth spread through you as you basked in their acceptance, their willingness to navigate this unconventional relationship.

“And respect," Ruffilo interjected abruptly, his voice a firm echo of conviction, "Respect for boundaries."

There was earnest sincerity to his words, and it moved you profoundly. He wasn't looking at his phone now. His eyes were on you, steady and unyielding.

“No one’s forcing anyone into anything," Noah added quietly. He glanced down at his hands briefly before meeting your gaze once more, "We're all here because we want to be."

A soft, comfortable silence fell as the weight of their words sunk in, each voice echoing the same sentiment: they were in this together

"Time," Jolly suddenly said, breaking the silence, "Each of us gets equal time." His tone was light, but the unexpected depth in his gaze told you he was serious about it.

"Like dates? Hangouts?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. This might not have been what you initially envisioned when divulging your feelings, but Jolly's suggestion made sense and even provided a fair sense of order amidst this chaos.

Jolly shrugged, "Something like that. Just to ensure no one feels left out. We can make a schedule."

There was another round of nodding from everyone, accompanied by gestures of agreement. Noah gave a thumbs-up sign, Folio hummed appreciatively from his corner and Ruffilo nodded slowly.

"Okay," you agreed with a small smile, a blush creeping into your cheeks colourfully. This was really happening, and it might be terrifyingly unknown, but you were excited, too. 

The tranquillity that swept over you all seemed to promise more than just a simple acceptance.

A moment later, Noah's phone chirped with an incoming message.

He glanced at it, expression unreadable, before passing it around without a word. The message was from Matt, the subject line reading "Guys, we need to talk."

A pause filled the air as they absorbed the brief message. It certainly added another degree of complexity to your delicate situation.

“What’s he want to talk about?" Ruffilo wondered aloud, frowning as he reread Matt’s message. 

Folio bit on his lower lip in thought, "It could be about anything… but I guarantee it’s about what we are talking about right now."

Jolly glanced down at his phone again before looking at you, "Should we tell him? About... all this? Offer him a spot if you’re willing to have one more?" He waved a hand toward the group parked in the small bus.

You considered this for a few heartbeats, "I guess we have to," you said finally, "unless we start hair-pulling for timeslots in front of him and he figures it out himself."

The comment earned chuckles from across the bus, the tension easing somewhat at your joking tone. Jolly’s laughter was the loudest, his boisterous voice echoing like a jingle bell against the battered metal of the bus interior.

“Dibs on being first then," Folio chimed in, grinning. “You know, to avoid hair-pulling."

“Noted,” Noah played along, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he tried to suppress his smile. “It’s all about fairness.”

At that moment, somehow amongst all the complexities and apprehension of what was to come, a bubble of joy swelled within you, buoyed by their good-natured bickering and warm camaraderie. It was a strange feeling - being loved by not just one person, but four... It was intoxicating and overwhelming in equal measure.

"Okay," Jolly declared, "we’ll tell Matt when we get to the venue… he’s going to want in.”

Make that five.

Noah spoke up again. “And what about jealousy?”

Your eyes widened slightly, a lump forming in your throat. That was the issue, wasn't it? The very hurdle threatening to sever this complicated web of emotions binding you all together.

“Jealousy,” Jolly repeated, chewing on the word as if tasting it for the first time. There was a thoughtful edge to his expression, followed by a shrug, "Well, we are all human, aren’t we?"

Ruffilo let out a dry chuckle at that, then sighed, "I think it's unavoidable."

Folio nodded, "Yes, but what we can avoid is letting jealousy ruin everything.”

You looked at him; his statement echoed in your mind and held true. Jealousy was an emotion no one could escape from, but how you manage it was what mattered.

“And how do we do that?” Ruffilo's voice hitched higher as he asked the million-dollar question.

“By talking it out,” Noah placed his hand on your knee, "Being honest about our feelings. If we're starting to feel...you know...possessive or if something's on your mind, say it."

Folio huffed, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his legs out. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. So who do you think will end up in a jealous rage first?”

You shot him a mock glare. “I’m going to personally ensure it’s you.” You paused before blushing slightly. “Besides, it's not always about possession." you pointed out and felt relieved when Folio nodded with an understanding smile.

“True,” he admitted, giving your hand a light squeeze before letting go. "It's also about the equality... of love.”

“Oof, you’re already sounding like a philosopher,” Jolly commented with a lopsided smile, teasingly poking Nick’s shoulder. This elicited a small ripple of laughter amongst the group, which helped to dissolve some of the tension that had begun to creep in.

“Can’t help it,” Folio retorted with a sheepish grin, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “When you're faced with an unconventional situation like this, it brings out the thinker in you.”

“And that's what we should do," Ruffilo chimed in, seemingly inspired by Nick’s words. "We don't have a rule book for this. We just need to...think before we act or say anything. If something doesn't feel right or if someone isn't comfortable, we need to respect that and discuss it. I mean, that's what relationships are about, right?”

You nodded along, listening intently before chewing on your bottom lip, and staring at the ground.

“Use your words, beautiful. What’s up?” Ruffilo reached over, holding onto your thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up your leg, causing your stomach to churn.

“What if… what if you don’t want me… anymore?”

The bus fell into silence, the weight of your words hanging in the cool air.

After a long pause, Noah spoke up, his voice steady and comforting. “First off, stop assuming the worst. Second..." He paused to gather his thoughts before continuing. "We're all here because we care about you.”

“But what if…” You started, but Ruffilo interrupted.

“What if we turn into aliens? What if I grow a third eye?” He shrugged with a smirk playing on his lips, earning chuckles from Jolly and Folio. “What ifs can drive you crazy, princess.”

“Hey!” You swatted at him lightly, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

Jolly chimed in next, leaning closer to you. "Look... this whole thing is new to us too. It's unchartered territory for everyone here." He gestured towards your companions, "And it comes with its risks and uncertainties."

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten.

Noah’s finger gently guided your chin to turn to him, his face inches from yours, “Each of us is committed to you- and only you- from now on. It’s us and you.”

“Look," Ruffilo interjected, his voice breaking through the weighty pause that had fallen over the bus. He shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair before he continued, “We all like you. We've known each other for what? Two years now? And there's just something about you..."

He trailed off indefinitely, leaving the silence to wordlessly weave itself into the fabric of your shared conversation.

“And what might that ‘something’ be?” Jolly burst out in his theatrical manner, falling against Ruffilo in exaggerated curiosity.

"It's not your cooking, that's for sure!" That earned Jolly a smack on his thick arm from Noah, while laughter echoed around the bus.

"No," Ruffilo quietly continued when the chuckling had subsided, "It's... you. It’s every little thing about you. It's the way you tilt your head when you're deep in thought. The way your eyes light up when you see someone in need and can finally help. The way..." his voice faltered slightly before he cleared his throat, "...the way you've found a place in our hearts. Fuck, its the way your mouth feels against mine and the feeling of your fingers running down my back.”

His words hung heavily in the air, “I- and the others, don’t want to even think about being with anybody else.”

Folio let out a strangled laugh, fighting bravely against his blush, "Well... Can't argue with that."

Your heart hitched at Ruffilo's raw honesty. His words conjured up an image of his grey, captivating eyes tracing your every movement, committing them to memory with a love so fierce it made your knees weak.

Jolly let out a snort full of amusement and suggestion, resting his arm over Ruffilo’s shoulders. “Did our dear Ruff just confess his undying love for our girl here?” he teased, nudging him playfully.

Ruffilo shot him an annoyed look but didn’t say anything.

“I feel the same,” You shared a smile, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “I want all of you, and no one else.”

A shared giggle erupted around the bus, light and airy and deceivingly innocent for such a bold revelation.

"Aww, guys," Folio began, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "are we having a moment right now? I feel like we're having a moment."

Jolly rolled his eyes dramatically, tossing an arm around Ruffilo. “Oh definitely. We’re all getting sappy in our old age.”

“Old? You’re the most aged,” Ruffilo shot back, swatting Jolly lightly on the arm.

Noah chuckled as he looked from face to face at his friends, shaking his head with a grin before reaching to tickle your side causing you to squeak with surprise, "Come on...we're all in this together," he added warmly.

The conversation carried on in cheerful spirits - an extension of what felt like an ever-evolving bond among all of you. There was laughter and teasing and even a few moments of quiet contemplation. As you watched the interactions, your heart so full it was nearly bursting, it dawned on you that there could be no looking back from this point.

“Well, I’m gonna take a nap,” Folio said, standing with a stretch, “As fun as last night was I barely slept on that fucking cot.”

His statement was met with scattered nods and murmurs of agreement. He flashed you a grin before heading down the hall toward his bunk, Jolly and Ruffilo following suit.

“You should sleep too,” Noah suggested to you, his voice soft in the dim light filtering through the worn curtains of the bus. He moved to sit next to you on the couch now, subtly reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I will,” you promised, nestling against him as your body tingled. The bus hummed as it travelled further, everyone else slowly drifting into their dreams. But despite the fatigue that tugged at your eyelids, you stayed awake, your mind filled with thoughts brought forth by recent confessions.

"You know," he started, his voice barely more than a breath in the quiet, "you don't have to worry about anything. We're here. We're not going away."

You hummed, nodding as you closed your eyes, sucking in a breath.

"We...we do love you," Noah whispered against your ear, his words followed by the soft touch of his lips against the side of your neck, a sweet promise painted across your skin.

With those words settling over you like a warm blanket blanketing you in the hum of the bus, sleep finally beckoned. You drifted towards it, his breath against your skin anchoring you amidst a sea of emotions.

"Noah?" You whispered, your eyelashes fluttering against his shirt.

"Hmm?" His fingers traced gentle patterns over your back, making you feel even sleepier.

"I love you too," the words tumbled out softly.

A comfortable quiet ensued, and you could make out Noah's slow smile pressed against your temple as he held you close. It was a quiet moment shared between the two of you, amplified by the thrumming energy of the tucked-away confessions. 

He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering back a response that was both warm and reassuringly subtle, "I know."

++

Your nap was short-lived as your eyes opened slowly, your body moving against the hand of the man beside you.

As you lay across Noah’s lap, you felt his fingers trace up your legs, dipping between your thighs as he gently grazed across the thin fabric of your leggings along your desire.

You froze, heart racing with excitement as he tested you further, slipping his fingers closer and closer.

"Noah..." you breathed out, his name barely louder than a sigh. A shiver ran down your spine, shooting a thrilling jolt to the pit of your stomach. He paused, one finger precariously close to where you needed him the most. His soft laughter vibrations spread from his chest into yours and he placed a reassuring kiss on your temple.

"Pardon me for taking liberties," he murmured, his fingers stilling their prodding explorations, "But I feel we have moved past formalities."

Though his words were slightly teasing, you sensed an underlying seriousness in them that caused a strange heat to spread through you in waves. You pushed back against his hand lightly in silent permission and felt him exhale a soft sigh of satisfaction against your skin.

His fingers started to move again, starting their slow and expert exploration of your form through the thin material until they reached the hem of your leggings. His touch withdrew for a moment as he looked down at you with an expectantly raised eyebrow. Heavily lidded eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension awaited your response. You nodded, your warm gaze meeting his as your fingers moved to slip the material lower.

Gently biting down on your lower lip, you glanced up to meet Noah's eyes - they were darkened, pupils dilated with desire.

The brunette resumed moving his hand in tantalizing circles between your legs. He watched your face closely as he continued with expert patience, observing the subtle shifts in your expressions, etching each detail into memory. He teased you, delicately brushing your covered skin.

Suddenly, the bus lurched as it veered onto an uneven stretch of road, causing Noah's touch to falter momentarily. His breath hitched alongside yours at the sudden movement.

"Shouldn't we... maybe find somewhere more private?" You suggested, amusement flickering in his eyes.

To that, Noah ran an inked finger along the hem of your leggings, dipping his hand between your waistband and skin to just barely touch your core.

“Doesn’t matter anymore baby. You’re ours now. We are the only ones on the bus.”

Pushing past your underwear he dipped his fingers between your folds, his breath hitching once he felt how wet you were. He chewed on his lower lip, biting back a smile as his thumb circled a slow path over the sensitive bud, every rotation drawing out a choked moan from your lips.

“Shh…” He soothed, holding onto the delicate peak until you were writhing against him, “Wouldn’t want to wake them, would you?”

"No," you murmured, though the sound came out more as a desperate whimper.

Noah's slow, teasing motions inspired a yearning within you that was almost unbearable. "No...they should sleep."

Yet, part of you hoped one of them would hear. 

"That's a good girl," Noah cooed softly, smiling down at you before sinking his fingers into your body, eliciting another choked cry. He tugged your leggings just below your ass, giving him enough room to pump his fingers mercilessly.

Gently rocking against his hand to afford yourself additional friction, he chuckled, brows furrowing in slight concentration as he adjusted his movements.

His other hand roamed up to cup your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip, "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

The kiss was open-mouthed yet achingly tender. One of Noah's hands was still buried between your legs while the other cradled the back of your head. You could taste the memory of last night's orgy from his tongue and welcome it, losing yourself entirely in the feeling of having him fill you in different ways.

The tenderness escalated quickly into a frantic pulse of desire behind one last thrust which pushed you over the edge. Pulling back from the kiss, a soft gasp slipped from your throat as your thighs tightened around Noah's hand.

"Easy, I got you," Noah whispered, his voice soothing as he rode out the waves of your climax. His fingers never stilled, drawing the pleasure out until you were shivering and whimpering beneath him with the intensity.

Breathing heavily, you watched as he pulled his hand from your body, taking his fingers into his mouth.

“Fuck,” He moaned, relishing in the taste as his hips rocked beneath you, “I love the way you taste.”

His words coiled heat in your lower belly, intensifying the ache between your legs despite the orgasm you’d just had. His mouth returned to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue; undeniably intoxicating.

“Want you,” you told him in between pants and ragged breaths, fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans. 

Noah led you between his legs, and you slid down onto the floor, knees bent with your exposed ass in the air, tugging at his zipper to expose his arousal. 

He groaned as you wrapped your fingers around him, licking desperately from base to tip agonizingly slow.

"Noah," you murmur, repeating his name like a sacred chant. His fingers weaved through your hair as he reclined back against the seat.

Your finger wound tightly around the base of him, thumb brushing over the wet tip of his swollen cock. His breath hitched, a tortured groan escaping his lips.

You were busy deciding your next move when Noah placed his hands on either side of your face.

"Look at me," he commanded gently, leaving your dripping between your thighs as you nodded.

Lifting your lashes, you found yourself locked in his fierce gaze. His eyes were even darker than when they watched his fingers glide in and our of your pussy.

“God, I’ll never get used to how good you look on all fours,” Noah whispered huskily, a sense of pride flashing across his eyes. A jolt of exhilaration washed over you at the compliment; the image of you splayed out so wantonly displayed on the bus floor pleasing him.

Taking his cock back into your hand, you resumed stroking him once more.

“Fuck,” He murmured appreciatively, his thumb tracing your swollen lips with a light touch. Unconsciously, you parted your lips for him, allowing him to slide his thumb into the warmth of your mouth. His eyes hooded as you suckled it suggestively, a small groan escaping through his gritted teeth.

Gaining courage from his reactions, you freed your mouth from his thumb and planted a chaste kiss atop the tip of his cock, before enveloping him with the wet heat of your mouth. A strangled grumble escaped from Noah’s lips as he watched you take him in without hesitation. His arousal was evident on his face- eyes glowing with animalistic hunger, lips parted in a silent gasp.

You continued to test the waters with slow, gentle licks and soft sucks. The noises he made were encouraging, each whimper, moan and sigh fueling your movements as you grew more confident.

Noah’s hand cradled the back of your head gently, "That's it..." He murmured beneath his breath, clearly struggling to keep his voice down. "Just like that."

The taste of him was intoxicating, driving you to take him deeper. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you had to fight the urge to grin around his length.

All too quickly his voice started escalating, fragmented warnings cutting through the silence - urging you to slow down or pull away. But you wouldn’t. You needed him to come undone, to dissolve under your touch and surrender to that delicious pleasure only you could offer him.

You swallowed around him as best as you could, creating a tight suction that elicited a loud guttural groan from Noah's lips.

Just as you pulled off him, a trail of saliva dripping sensuously from your mouth, you heard a low cough come from the hallway.

Your hand stilled and you glanced up at Noah, who only smirked at the man who slowly approached you from behind.

“Thanks for the show. But I’m tired of just watching.”

You shivered, turning to face the Dummer who stood leaning against the wall, hand wrapped firmly around his arousal as he chewed on the inside of his cheek excitedly.

“You’re right Noah. I do love watching our girl spread on all fours. Especially with her pretty pussy exposed as she takes care of you.”

Your face warmed as Noah’s hand found your jaw, turning you back towards his cock. You wrapped your lips around him once again, causing his head to fall back in pleasure.

You heard Folio shuffle behind you, running his hands up your exposed thighs, encircling the shape of your ass.

"Folio," you called softly, hot breath washing over Noah’s length, causing his grip on your hair to tighten. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath but didn’t stop you; the darkened desire in his eyes told you he wanted nothing more.

Folio chuckled as he knelt behind you, his rough fingers expertly tracing the wetness between your thighs. He spread your folds apart slowly, leaning forward to allow his tongue a sample of your arousal. The jolt of pleasure caused you to gasp and jolt forward, pressing Noah's erection further into your mouth. Noah groaned at the depth and arched into you.

The bus seemed to close in on you, the heat from Noah and Folio's bodies leaving you dizzy and clouded with need.

Nick’s tongue continued its sweet torture against you, each languid lick causing your body to tremble with anticipation. With each pass of his tongue, you pushed back onto his face, desperate.

"Folio," you whimpered his name again as he teased your most intimate area. His hands took a firm grip on your hips, holding you steady as he continued his delicious torment.

"Noah," Nick murmured, pulling away from you momentarily to speak hungrily to the former. "Can't wait to see her take us both."

Noah’s groan of agreement had a slick rush pooling out of you onto Folio's waiting tongue.

His relentless strokes drew another orgasm closer within your grasp. You got lost in the sensation of his tongue and Noah's hardened length in your mouth.

You felt Folio pull away, only to replace his touch with his erection sliding between your arousal.

“How badly do you want us beautiful?” Nick’s voice was husky, thick with desire and anticipation, as he swirled his tip around your opening. You whimpered, body trembling as you tried to push back, craving for him to fill you.

“Tell us,” Noah’s commanding voice cut through your pleasure haze. You moaned around him in response.

“I- I want you,” you breathed out replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him as you begged. “Both of you.”

"Well then," Folio murmured against the sensitive skin of your back as he lifted your shirt, "Who are we to deny you?"

He didn't waste another second before he thrust into you-- hard. Your body rocked forward at the sudden intrusion, causing Noah's cock to hit the back of your throat again.

Nick’s every thrust was met by your eager pushes, the sensation of being filled so fully driving you closer to the edge. You could hear his harsh pants, and felt his abs tensing against your back with his every movement.

With one hand on your hip and the other on your desire, Folio skillfully manipulated you to a fever pitch. His fingers circled your clit while Noah's cock thrust in and out of your mouth, time slipping along the lines of pleasure and pain.

"Noah," Folio grunted, teeth grit as they scraped against the damp skin of your shoulder. "I'm not gonna last long. She's so fucking tight."

A strange mix of cockiness and raw desperation coloured Noah's voice as he responded, "Don't you fucking dare, not until I fill her mouth.”

Folio laughed, a dark, rugged sound that vibrated through your bones and increased the pace of his thrusts. Your body tightened around him as his fingers dug into your hipbone sky-rocketing your pleasure.

Your mind blanked at the overload of sensations; even as you struggled to breathe through Noah’s relentless rhythm. The world narrowed down to the two men possessing you, their harsh breaths mingling with your own.

All at once, you were on the precipice. Your body tightened like a bowstring, the sweet tension coiling in your abdomen. 

"Noah...Folio," you moaned their names as your vision blurred.

"And there it is," Noah grunted. His hand gripped your hair tighter, and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

The taste of him shattered your resolve as Folio's cock stretched you wide. In unison as if orchestrated, Noah spilled into your mouth just as Folio filled you.

Your orgasm was swift and intense, rendering you senseless and quaking around the two men. Each gasp for breath painted pleasure on your senses until you were nothing but a crumpled mess between them, reeling in the aftermath of such pleasure.

When they finally pulled away, carefully untangling themselves from you, it felt like they left behind a void that ached. You swirled your tongue around the salty remnants of Noah, swallowing and collapsing forward onto your hands and knees. Your body felt spent, and yet ridiculously alive – every nerve ending tingling with satisfaction.

If this was a taste of your future, then you were ravenous for it. 

Folio wiped perspiration from his brow and helped you up only for you to flop against him, exhausted beyond words. He laughed lightly, cupping your cheek affectionately as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from your eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated soothingly through you.

“Mmhmm…” You hummed, too content and flushed to articulate any other response. Nick leaned forward, placing a gentle yet hungry kiss against your lips.

“Maybe we should keep track of all your orgasms,” Nick chuckled again, licking his lips.

Noah nodded eagerly as his gaze was locked on you, blush tinting the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

“Come here,” He whispered, and you nodded, pulling your clothes back up and sitting next to him. Folio joined you on your other side, and you sat cradled between both boys.

“You think we broke her, Noah?” Folio teased, his voice a warm purr against your ear. His arm was draped over your lap, fingers interlocked with yours.

“You can try again later if you want," you mumbled, curling further into Noah's side.

He smoothed his hand through your hair, his heart fluttering when you sighed contentedly in response. His thumb began to draw lazy circles on your shoulder, a comforting rhythm that matched your steady, shallow breathing.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep," Folio warned playfully, grazing his teeth along your jaw.

"Would never dream of it," you replied to Folio's warning. You tilted your head, allowing him to press soft kisses along your jawline. He traced his lips down your throat, stopping just above the neckline of your shirt; another searing kiss here could so easily leave a mark.

His eyes met yours, a silent question in them that had you blushing more than your previous activities did. You nodded, permitting him. A wicked grin pulled at his lips as he pressed a kiss there, wet and heated. You knew a hickey would blossom there within the hour.

From your other side, Noah gave an approving hum, watching you and Folio with half-lidded eyes.

+++++

Matt, although slightly jealous, was happy to join your… relationship.

After arriving at the venue and hastily setting up, you approached him with a blush on your cheeks and a nervousness that seemed almost alien to the usually confident you.

“I want to talk,” you’d said, pulling him aside and tenderly taking his hands. The way you fumbled over words and avoided his gaze had Matt worried.

When you finally voiced out what was going on, the surprise in his eyes was evident. But instead of pushing you away or getting angry, he merely blinked at you, taken aback but not repulsed.

“If this is what you want, then I want it too, " he said, adjusting his cap before smiling warmly. I want you, they want you, and you want us. It makes sense, right? It may have started as a bet, but it's turned into much more.”

Even as the first blush of embarrassed desire rose in your cheeks, Matt leaned in. He whispered against your lips, his voice low and rough, "Besides, it’s not like I've never shared you before." His cheeks flushed pink at the memory and he cleared his throat.

“Well aren’t you full of surprises,” you murmured against his lips. He smirked at that, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between the two of you.

“Only for you,” he shot back, effortlessly charming as ever. The smugness in his voice made the tips of your ears burn - but it sparked an excitement in your belly that was impossible to ignore.

“Ready for our brief soundcheck, rock gods?” he practically yelled across the green room, causing all the boys to groan in protest.

"Wouldn't be much of a band without it, would we?" Folio refuted, grinning as he grabbed the cymbal bag. The banging and clashing as he set them up served as a prelude to the havoc that would be unleashed during their performance.

Jolly rolled his eyes and stood up, slinging his guitar over his shoulder while giving you a wink that made your heart flutter, "Yea well, don't expect me to save your ass if you miss a beat, Folio."

Ruffilo scoffed from where he was tuning his bass, "Both of you talk big for a couple of amateurs."

"Wow boys, keep your egos in check or we won't be able to fit in the room," you intervened with an amused chuckle.

“Messiah has spoken,” Matt announced dramatically. 

Grinning, Ruffilo plucked a playful tune on his bass, echoing through the room.

On the other hand, Noah couldn't resist teasing you, "Oh yeah? We got to keep our egos in check?" He chuckled, leaning across the couch. 

He reached out and lightly tapped your nose with one finger, "What about you, huh? Got any confessions for us before we hit the stage?"

You swatted his hand away playfully, although your heart pounded at the warmth in his gaze.

"What could I possibly have to confess?" You scoffed, attempting to dodge. But Noah was relentless.

"Bullshit," Noah contradicted, grinning. 

"Maybe I like keeping you on your toes," you replied with a shrug and a smirk of your own. All too familiar heat rose in your cheeks when Matt interjected, "That's our girl."

"Don't ruin the moment, Matt," Folio chided, laughing even as Jolly lobbed a battery at him.

"Why not?" Matt retorted. "This is us. We're not exactly the sentimental type."

"No," Noah agreed, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. "We're just a mess.”

“A beautiful mess,” Ruffilo added, coming to stand behind the couch. He leaned over it to ruffle your hair, messing up whatever semblance of neatness you had attempted.

You swatted his hand away, instinctively fixing your hair. “Watch it, you.”

He barked out a laugh that echoed across the room. “There’s the feisty spirit we all love.”

“Feisty?" Folio echoed with a wicked grin, "Should we be worried?"

"Or excited," Ruffilo teased. He darted forward, placing a quick peck on your forehead before stepping back with a mischievous grin.

“That’s enough boys,” Matt chided, although he was hard-pressed to hide the laughter on his own face, “We’ve got a show to do and we better fucking practice.”

“Right,” Jolly said, pulling away from you and striding towards the stage.

“Lead on, rock star,” you replied with an encouraging smile.

Matt extended his hand toward you, palm up and you took his hand, letting him lead you down the halls towards the sound booth.

After soundcheck, you all headed back to the green room for a quick break. 

“You were literally off beat bro,” Noah sighed, annoyed. Folio glared in response, nudging his shoulder.

“I literally couldn’t hear shit with my earpiece. I think it's broken.”

"I'll check it out," Matt offered, but Noah shook his head. 

“It’s alright, Folio and I will figure it out. I’ll text you when we need to be backstage. C’mon Nick.” 

Meanwhile, Jolly had surreptitiously sidled up to you, his fingers tracing circles on your arm as you entered the room.

"You doing good?" he mused. The furious blush was still evident on your cheeks and you couldn't help but fidget under his gaze. 

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you stammered, mustering up a weak smile, only for Ruffilo to interrupt. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and grinned at Jolly.

"Leave her alone, Casanova. Can't a girl get some peace?" Ruffilo chided with a good-natured wink directed at you. 

"Is there even such a thing as peace with you five?" you retorted, nudging him. Your response was received with a chorus of laughter that echoed down the hallway.

“Highly unlikely princess,” Ruffilo laughed.

Jolly approached you with two bottles of water, pressing one into your hand before gesturing to a seat beside him with the other. You graciously accepted both, sliding into the spot next to him. You noticed how his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, causing your face to warm.

“What?” You asked, eyes tracing his face, attempting to read his expression.

“You’re mesmerizing,” he whispered, his gaze devouring you now.

Shifting on the couch you took a sip of your water, refusing to take your eyes off of Jolly’s.

Unable to hold his gaze, your eyes flickered downwards to the floor, feeling both flattered and flustered. His lingering words left you in a tantalizing whirlwind of emotions and made you tremble with a fantastical mixture of terror and thrill.

“Come here,” He nodded, patting his lap.

You paused for a second, eyebrows raised in surprise, before complying with a silent shrug. As you settled onto his lap, Jolly’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“Comfortable?” He asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur as he leaned slightly back in the chair.

“Mmm…” was all you could manage in response as you snuggled against him. His heart was thumping against your back and you wondered if he could feel the racing pace of yours too.

As comfortable as you were now, no one else seemed to take notice of your new position. Well, except for one person. You turned towards the direction where Ruffilo was shooting glances at Jolly from the corner of his eye. A slight pang of jealousy was visible in his eyes which he masked quickly when he noticed your gaze on him.

Rather than ignoring it, you nodded at Nicholas, beckoning him forward.

“Feeling left out Ruffilo?”

He shot you a stunned look, but a playful smile danced on his lips. "Never," he declared, rising from his spot on the floor. Suddenly he pounced, tossing himself onto the couch beside Jolly, nudging your legs playfully in the process.

"Hey!" you protested with a laugh, trying to find a comfortable position amidst Ruffilo's sprawling limbs.

Jolly grinned down at you from above, enjoying your struggle. His arm tightened around your waist as if holding you in place, your back pressed flush against his chest. 

“What? Sharing is caring,” he teased, flashing you an impish grin.

The next words that left your lips spilled out faster than you could process them. “Why don’t you show me what sharing looks like?”

Challenged, Ruffilo leaned forward, angling his body towards you. He shot a quick glance at Jolly before his lips brushed against your cheek in a lingering peck that made your heart flutter. "Like that?" Ruffilo asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

Your face flushed a deep crimson, and you ineptly cleared your throat.

"Yes. Exactly like that." You managed to say, trying to keep the fluttery feeling inside under control.

Jolly leaned down, placing a kiss on your opposite cheek, allowing his hands to roam the curve of your hips.

With a careful eye, you noticed Matt leaning against the wall, taking a swig of his water as he watched you intensely.

Without much thought, you slid off Jolly's lap and onto the floor. You tiptoed ahead, biting your lower lip to hide your smirk.

"Liking the view, Matt?" You called out playfully when you were a foot away from him.

Matt choked on his water, and blushing furiously, shook his head in denial, "Wha- I wasn't - you're imagining things." He spluttered shoving the bottle to his lips again.

"Oh right!" You gasped dramatically clutching at your heart. "How could I possibly think that, considering how much you enjoyed it last night," you carried on, wagging your index finger at him admonishingly.

He glanced down at you for a moment before raising an eyebrow at your mock rebuke. "You caught me." He deadpanned.

"Always." You agreed quickly. As if prompted by some inner force, you stepped closer; so close that Matt had to bend his head down slightly to keep eye contact. His bottle suspended halfway between his lips and his grip on it growing looser, you reached up and yanked his hat off his head.

The water from his mouth gushed onto the carpet below, causing Matt to step back hurriedly, sputtering, "What the hell?"

You merely grinned at him, twirling his cap around your finger. Before he could snatch it back, you'd already made your way back to Jolly and Ruffilo on the couch. Planting yourself firmly between them, his hat resting atop your head like a crown, you smirked at Matt.

"Well, are you going to come get it?" you said slyly.

"What's the magic word?” you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you lightly tapped the brim.

Matt growled in mock frustration, pointing at you with a stern look plastered on his face, “You’re lucky we have a show tonight," he warned playfully.

“We have like 20 minutes,” Jolly interjected, placing a hand on your thigh as he peered down at you, his smirk growing.

"Just enough time for some fun then," came your response, tilting your head in challenge. You could practically see the cogs turning in Matt's brain as he worked out his next course of action.

Suddenly, he lunged towards you, but you were too quick and rolled off the couch just in time. You heard a loud thump and a burst of laughter behind you as Matt ended up on the couch where you'd just been sitting.

"Smooth," Ruffilo chuckled, patting Matt on the back while Jolly struggled to contain his laughter.

Pulling yourself up from the ground, you crossed your arms and smirked down at Matt who was now sprawled across both Ruffilo and Jolly like a big blanket. "Second try?"

Matt growled again - this time less playful and more serious – as he disentangled himself from the other two guys. He stood up, eyes never leaving the cap that was now in your hands. His gaze was intense, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine.

“Ready when you are.”

With a swift motion, Matt leaped toward you but you dodged him again, quickly running across the room. You laughed, thinking he was far behind until you turned around.

Two arms pinned you against the wall as his body caged yours against the wall.

"Gotcha," Matt whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. His hand moved swiftly, snagging the cap from your head and placing it backwards upon his own.

The sight of him holding you against the wall made your thighs clench tightly, his hat no longer an obstacle of space between you.

Matt’s triumphant grin faltered as he read the fire in your eyes. A strange electricity danced between you two, the banter fading into silence replaced by the sound of your rapid breaths.

"But I still got you," you whispered, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Stop teasing me,” He mumbled, lidded eyes staring down at you with fueled desire as he dipped his face inches from yours, brushing his lips across yours.

Before you could retort, his lips crashed onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. His other hand cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, sending a rush of warmth coursing through your body.

"Clock's ticking," Jolly called from the couch. A smirk danced on his lips, one that was mirrored by Ruffilo, “15 minutes now.”

“Then we better hurry up,” Matt said quickly, latching his lips to yours in swift desperation as he tugged your shirt. You immediately moaned into his lips, arching your back to press into his body.

A husked laugh rumbled from Matt's chest as he broke the kiss to nuzzle the side of your neck. His hot breaths tickled your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His hands raked down your sides in an attempt to pull you closer against his chest.

Peeling you from the wall, you two walked over towards the middle of the room, now infront of Jolly and Ruffilo on the couch. As Matt began trailing kisses down your neck you tossed a smug smile towards Jolly, who chuckled lowly.

“Care to join in?” you teasingly asked Jolly, watching his eyes flicker with same mischief he seemed to evoke in you. “Or are you too afraid I might end up stealing your hat too?”

Jolly chuckled, pushing himself off from the couch with a quick shake of his head. “Sweetheart, I’d like to see you try,” he said before stepping closer, taking place behind you.

As Matt’s lips trailed to the side of your neck, a gasp slipped past your lips as Jolly put a protective hand on your waist. His head tilted down towards you, causing your heart to pound harder against your ribs.

“Twelve minutes,” pausing Matt warned, voice strained while maintaining eye contact with Jolly, who didn’t seem fazed one bit by his reminder.

“A talented man can accomplish much in only five minutes,” he said with a nonchalant smile before he leaned down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue tracing the bottom of your lip.

You glanced quickly at Ruffilo, telling him to lock the room door as Matt's grip on your waist tightened.

“Take my clothes off,” You mumbled against Jolly's lips, the whisper carrying an undertone of urgency. Quickly slipping his hands under your shirt, he tugged it gently over your head, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. Matt moved away momentarily to assist him, his warm fingers tracing the bare skin of your back as he unhooked your bra with practiced ease. Once again discarding the garment somewhere in the room, he moved closer still, his chest flush against yours.

"Eleven," Ruffilo called out from the couch, his own hand tracing the outline of his growing arousal beneath his slacks.

Eager fingers skimmed the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down and tossing them amongst the floor.

Matt and Jolly’s hands roamed your body as you were sandwiched between both of them, their mouths and tongues darting across your skin greedily.

Both rotated their hips into your body with asynchronous movements, curating a string of moans as their desires pressed into you.

"Ten," Ruffilo growled, his voice husky as he watched you with hooded eyes. Looking over at him, you give him a sultry grin and crooked your finger challengingly.

Jolly's hand trailed down your stomach until it converged with Matt's hand already covering you. A gasp escaped your lips as they simultaneously began exploring you further, their fingers dipping lower over your exposed skin and causing shivers to course through your body.

Jolly whispered against your ear, his hitched breath causing you to stir further back against him, rubbing against his covered erection, “You’re soaked.”

“Then do something about it,” You mumbled, staring at Matt who’s face flushed from the excitement.

Matt slipped his fingers into your core, eliciting a moan from your chest as Jolly circled your clit with his middle finger.

"Nine," Ruffilo growled, and you watched as he freed himself from his pants, stroking himself as he watched you mercilessly pressed between his friends.

Jolly nipped your neck lightly, drawing a gasp from your parted lips as Matt's fingers curled inside you.

"More," you whispered, arching your hips to meet the rhythm of their hands.

“Impatient today, are we?” Jolly murmured in your ear, but you felt him unzip his jeans along with Matt, both cocks pressed against your thigh, “Jump.””

Obliging, you allowed Jolly to lift you from behind, forearms holding you underneath the bend of your knee as he spread you open for Matt.

"Eight," Ruffilo called out, his voice tight with anticipation. You glanced over at him, noting the way he was pumping himself with an intensity that matched the thrumming excitement coursing through your veins.

Nicholas’ eyes were fixed on you as Matt positioned himself between your legs, his arousal teasing your folds before pushing into your body with need.

His moans were erotic as he relished in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

With you secure in Jolly's arms, Matt pressed more deeply inside you, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You reached down to grasp at Matt's arm, his bicep flexing under your touch as he filled you with slow deliberate motions.

Jolly nodded at Matt, having him replace one of Jolly’s arms so they both held you in the air.

Sucking his fingers briefly, Jolly teased your behind with proading motions.

“Think you can show us what it takes to be a good girl and handle two cocks?”

You leaned your head back onto Jolly’s shoulder and blinked up him, even as you gripped tighter to Matt- your breath hitching as you felt the cool slickness of the swedes fingers against your other entrance.

Jolly's grin was positively predatory, his eyes aflame with a need that mirrored your own. You nodded mutely, your body arching on instinct as he began nudging at your tight hole with one slick digit.

“Only if you can make me cum before Nick gets down to 3,” You moaned, brows furrowed as Matt pounded into you.

"Seven," Ruffilo called out again from the couch, his voice hoarser. His tight grip on his arousal and the desperation threading in his gaze made you bite down on your lower lip, the anticipation prickling under your skin.

"Challenge accepted," Jolly said, pushing his cock against you from behind. His head tipped back against the stress of having to delay himself, and once he finally sunk into your body your stomach butterflied with need.

Matt’s grip tightened around your thighs as you clenched around him due to the additional pressure. He moaned your name loudly, his teeth gritting in an attempt to hold back his orgasm.

“Fuck,” they both swore in unison as they watched each other disappear in and out of your body. Their shared rhythm faltered but quickly caught up again amidst groans of pleasure, their breaths hot and humid on your flushed skin. As they started following a synchronized pace, you could not tell where one ended and another began inside you.

Holding onto Matt’s shoulders for stability you cried out their names, completely overwhelmed as both pounded into you greedily.

"Six," Ruffilo rasped out, his voice strained from the feverish pace he was setting. The sight of you between his friends, being taken so thoroughly, was pushing him to the very brink. He never took his eyes away from the spectacle, his hand moving over himself swiftly and unrelentingly.

"I'm- I'm close," you whimpered, your fingers slipping from the sweat-soaked hair at Matt's nape to grip onto Jolly's muscular arm. The simultaneous stimulation was driving you towards a precipice of release faster than you'd anticipated. A sharp gasp left your lips as Jolly drove deeper into you, hitting a spot that made your vision blur.

"S...Five," Ruffilo's voice cracked against the constant onslaught of pleasure laced visions before his eyes. He watched as Matt's jaw clenched, just as desperate to hold back as he was himself.

“Hold on, love,” Jolly growled in your ear, “Give

us another moment.” Matt punctuated his plea with a particularly forceful thrust that made you bounce in their hold. You moan loudly, your fingers involuntarily digging into Jolly's arm.

"Fuck!" Jolly swore, feeling the first clench of your impending orgasm. The intense pleasure shot through your body as you tightened around them both.

"Four," Ruffilo's voice was nothing more than a whisper, almost obscured by the desperate sounds coming from the three of you. He was teetering on the edge, his hand working in time with Matt and Jolly’s vigorous pace.

Jolly accelerated his rhythm, the wet slapping sound of his skin against yours mingling with your frenzied cries of pleasure. Matt mirrored his movements, the two working as one to push you toward release.

"Three!” Ruffilo's voice barely held onto the last shred of control he had left, his free hand gripped tightly onto the armrest of the couch.

Jolly held you tighter, teeth gritted as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. The angle allowed him to brush against that sensitive spot within you once more, eliciting a choked moan from your lips. Pure bliss ran through your body as you let go.

“Fuck,” Matt exclaimed as he took in the sight of your body arched back, legs writhering and shaking against his hold as he kept them spread with Jolly.

Your next scream reverberated through the room, a raw and primal sound signaling your climax. Matt and Jolly barely had time to react before they were being squeezed tightly by your convulsing inner walls, the sensation pulling them over the edge with you. Both their movements were erratic before stilling abruptly, spilling inside of you with mangled breaths.

"Fuck-" Matt stuttered out haltingly between clenched teeth. Jolly bit the side of your neck gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive hickey Folio left earlier.

"One," Ruffilo choked out which caused you to stare at him hungrily.

“Wait Nicky-” you begged, allowing Jolly and Matt to lower you to the ground.

Ropes of their cum dripped between your thighs as you stood up shakily, but the sight of Ruffilo, so close to his own release, kept you rooted.

His eyes were wide with desperation and arousal as you inched closer to him; his focused gaze never once strayed from your sinful body getting closer.

"Z..Zero," he managed to breathe out just as you knelt before him, your lips scant inches from the tip of his cock. His eyes were pleading, awaiting your next move.

Without needing any further invitation, you opened your mouth towards his waiting desire.

"No..." Ruffilo swallowed hard, his voice a whisper among the heated gasps and pants of the room. His cock was throbbing, but he held himself back at the last moment, gripping your shoulder firmly. "Not like this..."

There was a pause when everyone else in the room seemed to hold their breaths, chests heaving from their own climaxes as they watched the interchange between you and Ruffilo.

"Up," Ruffilo ordered in a low voice, his fingers tracing over the curve of your ass as you clambered onto his lap.

Without any hesitation you sunk down onto his arousal, his head falling back in relief.

You cried again over the feeling of Nicholas filling you right after Matt released inside your body, leaving you clenching your thighs at the thought.

As you rocked on his lap, each movement was filled with a world of pleasure. Your lips met his in a feverish kiss, muffling your sweet moans that trickled into his mouth. His hands were on your waist, guiding your rhythm with determined fervor.

“H-How are you.. so full…” Ruffilo slurred out although the question was halfway lost amidst the gasping moans of your coupling.

"It's them,” you gasped against his lips, tilting your head back as he rolled his hips upward, forcing a high pitched whimper from your throat. "You taste - fuck, Nicky - you taste them?”

The thought drove him wild and he could only groan as he pistoned into you with renewed vigor, his mind clouded over with hot lust. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you down harder onto him every time he thrust up.

A knock on the door sounded and you heard the door knob jiggle; but nothing could pull you away from Nick’s cock as he thrust into your body from below.

“Ignore it,” Ruffilo rasped, his fingers now delving deeper into your flesh, “Fuck the time.”

But the knock came again, this time louder, a worrisome addition to the symphony of pleasure echoing through the room.

“Guys? Open the door,” You heard Noah yell from the other side, “I need Y/N’s help.”

"Ignore him," Ruffilo commanded, his thumb tracing over your shivering belly that was full of their mixed cum. His teeth grazed the tender bud on your chest, drawing a desperate cry from you.

You glanced at the door, a pang of worry dancing in your chest…yet the persistent knocks and Noah’s voice only served to amplify the decadent pleasure you were feeling – it was a sinful thrill, performing something so intimate, so intense, with three men, while another begged for entrance.

But Ruffilo was focused too much on your body, and the sounds it made in response to his. He gnawed at your hard nipple while the other hand trailed down, tracing over the curve of your hip bone and around the juncture where he thrust into you.

"Forget Noah," he said with clenched teeth. His breath was hot against your damp skin and you felt a tingling sensation start from your center.

You shook your head in protest, ready to beg Matt to open the door- but with one final thrust all you saw was stars, your vision clouded from Ruffilo’s cock buried inside as another orgasm was pulled from you.

Ruffilo was not far after, his body freezing as his nails dug into your hips, spilling inside of you.

Both of you gasped in unison, panting heavily as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through your bodies. Ruffilo slowly loosened his grip on your hips, falling back against the couch as he held you close to his heaving chest.

"Noah...I swear," Ruffilo hissed between breaths, a low growl resonating in his throat.

"Open the damn door!" Noah shouted again, the desperation in his voice more apparent than before, “we are on stage any fucking minute!”

Jolly walked over and turned the nob, allowing Noah and Folio to enter; both froze when they saw you splayed on the couch, face flushed and body dripping.

Noah's brow furrowed as he took in the sight before him, his gaze darting between your spent body and Ruffilo who was still buried deep within you. Folio however, simply raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

“Having fun, are we?” he sarcastically asked, leaning against the door frame.

Ruffilo grumbled something under his breath, but otherwise made no move to untangle himself from you. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks under their scrutiny but all you managed to do was whimper, closing your eyes as aftershock rode through your veins.

However, once you pulled away from Nick and finally stood up, you couldn’t help but feel shy under Noah and Folio’s intense gaze.

“Locking the fucking door was not cool,” Noah said, folding his arms.

Jolly laughed, shaking his head, “What if Bryan came in? What if another crew member did?”

Folio shrugged, “Yea well when we ask you to open the door, do it. Don’t leave us out.”

"Noah, Folio... Relax," Matt managed to say in between his chuckles, finally gaining some breath back. His smirk was wide and lopsided from the sidelines, naked under the dimly lit room with a sheen of perspiration matting his chest hair.

Jolly, leaning against the door frame now, rolled his eyes, "Seriously, guys. Have a bit of patience, will ya? We were in the middle of something." He walked back towards you, placing a protective hand on your waist as you struggled to keep standing.

“Fuck off Jolly,” Noah snarled, glaring at him with burning eyes, “This isn’t about patience.”

“And what is it about then?” Ruffilo snapped back from the couch.

“It’s about fucking respect.” Noah shot back, leaving no room for argument in his tone.

Everyone fell silent as Noah's words echoed around the room.

Rule one of this relationship: respect.

A bitter taste filled the air as Noah's words echoed. He spoke out, pointing a firm finger toward Ruffilo still lounging on the couch, “We all agreed to this…thing because we’d respect each other. It's not just about getting our rocks off.”

Noah then turned his gaze to you, softening ever so slightly, "And it's not just about respecting one another," he said quietly, almost a whisper but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "It's about respecting her too."

You said nothing, standing there with Jolly’s hand still wrapped around your waist, warm and protective. You could feel every eye in the room upon you; their intense gazes made you feel even more raw and exposed than before.

"I needed to talk to her about the ear pieces and we are literally going on stage any minute," Noah continued after a heavy silence had filled the room again. “But you guys ignored me. Like you’re the only ones that matter. We still have a fucking job to do: and that job is not getting off minutes before a show.”

You chewed on your lip as Jolly finished helping you dress, and ran a hand through your disheveled hair.

Noah sighed, continuing, “It’s not necessarily about the sex; like yea, I’d love to have joined or what the fuck ever,” he said, glancing at you briefly before looking at his band mates, “But to make this shit work, we need to listen to everyone in this relationship.”

"Fine, we fucked up." Matt finally conceded, crossing his arms and leaning back onto the couch. "Next time we'll remember to let you in, Noah."

"I can't believe we're having this discussion right now." Jolly interjected, pinching the bridge of his nose, "A literal stand-off because we didn't let Noah into the room."

"This isn't about locking a door," Ruffilo said, "This is about control."

"What?" Noah's brows knitted in confusion, taken aback by his accusations, “the fuck does that mean?”

"You want control over this --" Ruffilo gestured vaguely to Jolly and you "--you want control over her."

"No!" Noah shouted, his face reddening as he pointed a trembling finger at Ruffilo, "Don't turn this around on me! This isn't about control; it's about, fuck..." He groaned in frustration, stuffing his hands into his hair.

"It's about boundaries. There are five of us here - all with the same level of ownership, the same rights, and the same responsibilities."

The room fell silent again for a minute before Folio sighed heavily. "Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way," he suggested, "I want everyone to feel equal in this relationship." He looked around the room between you and each of the men, his fiery gaze finally resting on you.

There was a moment's pause, then the click of a microphone being switched on followed by a low, distorted voice echoing over the sound system: "Bad omens on stage in two. Meet back stage."

The room, which had moments ago been echoing with tension, turned to sudden urgency. All thoughts and discussions of boundaries and power dynamics were put on pause.

"Guess we gotta go," Folio said, breaking the silence.

Jolly’s hand slipped away from your waist as he swooped down to grab his leather jacket; Matt hastily buttoned his shirt, while Ruffilo went over to the couch and began pulling on his boots.

Noah grumbled under his breath and nodded stiffly at you, his usually easy-going demeanor replaced with a stoic facade. Before turning on his heel and moving toward the door, his words floated back towards you, "We'll talk about this later."

You felt a pang of regret pinch your heart as you looked at each man striding out of the room; their bodies tense, their spirits subdued. You realized then what an enormous impact this conversation had on all of them. This wasn't just about a closed door or establishing boundaries, it was about setting the course for the unfamiliar and complex journey you were all embarked on together. This was a relationship shaded in harmonies and discord.

Just like their music, it was a composition of distinct individuals striving for harmony, yet not losing themselves within it.

Folio turned his head towards you at the doorway, his eyes lingering on yours as though waiting for some form of assurance. You nodded, forcing a small smile onto your lips, an affirmation that this conversation was necessary and beneficial in the long run. A promise, whispered through that fleeting contact: we will navigate this complicated score together.

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note 2: I have no idea if this is what you guys wanted :-: lol, but this is the turn I took to build upon some more plot I guess since it was a requested a few times about delving into the actual relationship aspect. I do really appreciate the love this has gotten, especially considering I wrote the bet as a oneshot. Yet, here we are lol. Thank you so much for taking the time to read!

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am i complex to you prt two ~ joost klein fanfic

READ PART ONE HERE // part three here

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Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: From first meeting the blonde musician to sharing headphones and very intense eye contact, this was not how you anticipated your evening at your friend's party panning out. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Due to high demand here is part two (yes there will be a part three as well, I'm typing it as we speak). If you like it please show your support by reblogging ❣️

I accept Joost requests btw! [do's: female!reader, smut; don'ts: established relationship, toxic relationships]

Warnings: 18+ only, not proofread

As you stepped outside the cool air of the night hit your nostrils. Joost's hand was loosely attached to your hip as you waved over to your parked bike.

"Oh, I didn't come by bike," Joost said.

"Oh," you laughed. "We could try having you ride on my carrier," you suggested. "I'm really not that athletic though, it's ten minutes to my flat."

"We'll try," Joost said as you unlocked your bicycle. After you got on the bike, Joost got on behind you.

"Hold on tight," you said and Joost wrapped his arms around your torso, his chin resting on top of your shoulder. Your stomach fluttered and both you and Joost couldn't contain your grins as you caught the other looking at each other.

"Let's go," you said as you pushed your feet off the ground and started pedalling the bike. "Jesus fucking Christ," you exclaimed laughing as you noticed quickly how hard it was for you to ride the bike with the both of you on it. Between the alcohol in your bloodstream, the nerves and excitement of feeling Joost's body pressed to your back and your poor condition, this was sure to be a failed mission pretty soon.

"So, are gonna make it in ten minutes then?", Joost giggled beside you.

"Oh shut up," you huffed out as you were slowly making progress, the bike riding slalom instead of in a straight line. "You give it a try then," you said.

"Alright, if you insist," Joost shrugged and easily got off the bike as you weren't going that fast anyway. As Joost sat down on the seat you realised that your bike was way too small for the tall man and you giggled at the sight of his overly bent knees. "Now you shut up," Joost laughed and for the first time, you were eye to eye as you stood beside the bike.

You took one step closer to Joost, your upper thigh just barely touching his knee. With your hand, you grabbed Joost's chin and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand let go of the bike handles and they found your hips, bringing you closer to him. You wished you were home already as you were losing yourself in Joost's lips - so soft, so perfect on your lips. Joost let out a frustrated groan between his lips and his grip tightened on your hip.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he broke the kiss. "Now get on with it," he gestured with his head to the bicycle carrier.

This time it was your turn to wrap your arms around Joost's body and you would be lying if you didn't seize the opportunity to subtly feel his abs and stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt as best as you could. As Joost started pedalling you were definitely going faster than before but you were still going excruciatingly slow as you were slowly losing your mind at the thought of finally feeling Joost closer to you when you'll get home.

"Now turn left," you said after you had been on the road for 15 minutes already. "... and here we are," you said when you finally reached the front of your apartment complex.

Quickly you locked your bike up and rushed through the front door of your apartment complex. As you pushed the button for the elevator, Joost was coming up behind you, his hand resting on the side of your waist. The elevator door opened and before you could even register to push the button to your floor you were backed against the wall. Your hands instinctively found the back of Joost's head as your lips crashed into each other again. Lips moving in sync you softly moaned into the kiss and you could feel the arousal in your pants. You pushed your chest towards Joost as he sloppily left kisses down the side of your face until he buried his face in your neck. Your fingers quickly found the button of your floor and the elevator started moving upwards. The tips of Joost's fingers grazed the skin of your exposed stomach after he slowly pushed the hem of your top up. With a soft ping, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.    

You grabbed Joost's hand and dragged him out of the elevator to the door of your flat. As you were scrambling for your keys in your purse, Joost stood behind you, his front pressed to your back and his hands at your hips. With one hand he carefully pushed your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck. Slowly he pressed one kiss after another to your neck, goosebumps running up your spine as your fingers nervously trembled, still searching for your keys.

"Fuck," you cursed.

"Hm," Joost murmured against your skin.

"I can't find my keys," you mumbled.

"Hm," Joost replied concerned this time.

Hot flashes went through your body, maybe caused by Joost's soft lips against your skin, maybe because the memory from earlier this evening came back to you. You recalled how you proudly dangled your keys in front of Mila's face.

"Look at this!" you had exclaimed as you pointed to the small teddy bear, showing off your new key chain to your friend. As you recalled the memory, you also realised that you never put your keys back into your purse after Mila had inspected the bear.

"I left them at the party," you realised and turned around, the palm of your hand planted on your forehead. Your heart was beating incredibly fast.

"You're joking," Joost said softly laughing.

"I swear I'm not," you said and you could see how Joost was grabbling at the seriousness of the situation. Before he could say anything else you were already dialing Mila's number who picked up immediately.

"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed over the loud sounds of the music.

"Mila, I need you to grab my keys, they should be by the couch at the back of the bar."

"Yeah, sure, did you go home?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But you can't get in?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll have to get back," you sighed.

"You can stay at mine, so you won't have to make the trip again," Mila suggested.

"Thanks, just hold on to my keys for now, I'll text you later, okay? Love you," you said.

"Sure thing! Love you too," Mila replied before you ended the call.

"So?" Joost was leaning against the wall, a concerned look on his face.

"Well, I'll have to get back to get my keys," you groaned. "I'm so sorry, this is not how I envisioned this to go down."

"Me neither," he said and paused for a second before he continued. "You could also stay at my place," Joost suggested.

"Are you sure?" you asked as you didn't want to be a bother. You didn't usually do one night stands so you weren't really familiar with the etiquette. What if he wanted to leave your place after the deed anyway? What if he didn't want you to stay the whole night and wake up next to you in the morning?

"Yeah, of course, I live like ten minutes from here," he reassured you.

"Alright, let's go then," you said and pressed the elevator button again.

Silence ensued between you when you entered the elevator, the key incident apparently sobered the both of you up just a bit. You were still longing for Joost's touch but more than anything you felt awkward and like a burden to him right now.

"Are you okay?" Joost asked you softly as he noticed your change in demeanour.

"Yeah," you mumbled. "I'm sorry, I just feel really stupid," you admitted. Joost's hand softly grazed yours and he looked into your eyes.

"No, really, (Y/N), it's fine," he said. "If anything, this is really funny actually," he tried to lighten the mood and a small grin crept onto your face. "There we are!" Joost said happily, his left hand cupping your cheek softly and for a moment you expected him to plant a quick peck on your lips like a loving boyfriend would, but before anything could happen, the elevator door opened again and Joost dropped his hand from your face.

As you were walking side by side, the night quiet and the stars distantly visible above you, there was a long pondering silence between you.

"You know I don't usually do this," Joost said eventually.

"Taking girls home?" you asked.

"Yeah well yes,-" Joost said. "Or having them take me home," he paused. "I'm not really the player type or whatever."

"Me neither," you admitted and you both looked at each other, grins visible on each other faces. "So this is a new experience for the both of us?"

"I suppose," Joost chuckled.

"How's it going so far?" you asked.

"Well, if everything would've gone right we probably would be doing something different right now," Joost said and the thought of that certain something gave you flashes running up your body. You bit your lip, eyeing Joost up and down as you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But you knew that it would only mean that you would get to his place even later if you did it right now. So the sexual tension between you two had to persist.

"We're here," Joost announced.

"Oh, finally," you laughed and Joost grinned as he unlocked the front door and held it open for you.

Another excruciatingly long elevator ride where your sides were just barely touching and you two were grinning like two horny teenagers and you finally reached the door to Joost's flat. You nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the door and motioned for you to get inside.

"Welcome to my crib," he said and you giggled.

After you stepped inside and turned around Joost had already swiftly closed the door and was standing directly in front of you.

"Hi," you whispered, looking up to him.

"Hi," he said grinning before his lips crashed into yours again.

Soon you were pressed against the wall, Joost's body close to yours and you continued exactly where you left off earlier. You removed Joost's stupid hat and rummaged your hands through his hair which lured a moan from him. Joost softly bit down on your bottom lip which made your back arch. His hands were trailing down your body until they rested on top of your ass, squeezing lightly. Your hands were tugging on Joost's jacket, desperate to finally get his clothes off the man. Without ever breaking the kiss, Joost took off his jacket and discarded it to the side before also removing your jacket. Your hands touched the bare skin on his arms, grabbing at his upper arms as your tongues met in an open-mouthed kiss. Joost hummed into your lips as his fingers slowly felt the soft skin above your ribcage as he sneaked his hands underneath your top, slowly trailing up your body.

"Where's - your - bedroom?" you asked breathily and in between kisses.

Joost moaned against your lips and took your hand into his before he led you down the corridor. Before you could register much of the room you found yourself on top of Joost who was laid on his back on the bed as you were straddling his hips. With your elbows resting beside Joost's head you leaned down to kiss him again. His hands immediately found your hips as you slowly started grinding down into Joost, already feeling his hard groin pressing against your body. You broke the kiss and looked at Joost for a second before you said what you had to say.

"I'm so sorry, I really hate to do this," you started and you could already see the concern and confusion growing on Joost's face. "But I really have to pee," you said with a frown and Joost laughed.

"Yeah, sure, the bathroom is just opposite this one," he said.

"Alright," you said as you got up reluctantly.

"But don't leave me waiting here for too long," Joost said as you looked back at him before leaving his room and you giggled.

You quickly found the bathroom and used the toilet, cursing your bladder for the unfortunate timing. Taking a look in the mirror you fixed your hair and quickly did some sexy poses to boost your confidence.

As you got back into Joost's bedroom just a few minutes later you saw him sprayed out on the bed on his back. He had taken off his pants and was only covered in his t-shirt and boxers, his arms crossed behind his head. As you stepped closer you realised that his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady and slow.

"Joost?" you softly whispered.

No response.

You sat down on the side of the bed and laid your hand on his chest.

"Joost, are you awake?"

No response again.

You let out a soft laugh. You couldn't believe it. After all that went wrong tonight already you finally had made it to Joost's bed and now he was asleep. It was kind of comical actually. You couldn't be mad with the man. It was 4 am already after all and the both of you took a quiet long route home. You grabbed your phone to text Mila.

Did you get my keys? you typed.

Yep, when are you coming? she answered.

It's fine, I'll get them tomorrow. I'm staying at Joost's.

???? Mila replied. Who the fuck is Joost??? she asked in a separate text.

Wait. Joost as in Stuntje's friend?? Mila texted back after a pause.

Yes, you replied.

Stay safe bb, Mila texted.

Dw, he fell asleep already, you typed.

LOL.

You set your phone aside and watched Joost's peaceful face for a minute. It would be very sweet actually if there wasn't this deep arousal in your panties. You sighed as you accepted your fate and went back to the bathroom. Carefully you looked through Joost's bathroom cabinet to find something to get rid of your makeup. Back in his room, you pondered for a second before stripping down to your underwear. You would have taken your clothes off and slept in his bed anyway, right? Without disturbing the sleeping man beside you too much you slipped under the covers. You tucked Joost also in carefully. As you watched his face with his mouth slightly agape, you laughed softly before you turned to the bedside table to turn the light off.

"Goodnight Joost."

Final A/N: I'm such a tease I'm so sorry, there will be a part three very soon! Part three here

[hedwig221b]

Hey wiggly hed, perchance does anyone know of fics where Stiles has sleeping issues? Such as insomnia because we know he does but I'd also love more with him sleepwalking, talking, and just fics where Derek is like struggling to or having to make a point to take precautions so his baby doesn't walk right out the door or he has full on conversations with a babbling asleep Stiles because of course Stiles doesn't even shut up in his sleep.

Hellooo! Tried to feature a few fics for every trope, here's what I got

Say Something

That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

Yes To Heaven

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it. Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled. What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

falling for the weirdo by wazzzup

Basically, I felt that Stiles' ADHD was used as a source for jokes and I wanted a fanfic that was a more accurate representation of a neurodivergent person. (written by someone with ADHD as well as a few other disorders) Story: Derek stays with Stiles when the alpha pack is in town to protect the pack human, but also because he thinks Stiles is lying to them about something cause the teen acts super distant around them. Stiles is freaking out because he's going to be living with Derek and be around the man all the time and can't mask his 'weird' behaviors and many disorders that he's managed to keep secret from the pack.

Little Devil Inside by sarahhhelpme

Even now, the Nogitsune feels like a part of him. It left behind something dark and twisted and angry. He is not the same person he was before.

One Hundred Miles an Hour in Reverse by suburbanmotel

Stiles understands that leaving is hard. He understands because Stiles always understands. Leaving is hard, got it. Check. But late at night, alone in the dark in the quiet with the shadows, alone with his thoughts and his shallow, slightly panicked breathing, he also understands that it’s always harder for the people left behind. -- Five years after everything, after everyone is gone, Stiles remains, because someone has to, right? He’s become good at staying, at being ok with staying, because he’s good at what he does and so many people need him here. So, he’s stayed and he does what he’s always done best: he figures things out. He figures things out and he makes lists, lists of spells, lists of magical herbs, lists of people who have left. He also makes lists about himself. Stiles is: the fixer, the writer, the librarian, the keeper of words and memories in Beacon Hills. He’s a healer, a helper and he remembers. He remembers everything.

Sleeping Next To You Is Like Magic by LadyDrace

Stiles and Derek meet the summer before senior year. Stiles can't sleep, Derek helps with that, and there's a lot less cuddling and a lot more emotional crises than you'd think. Or: Stiles' feelings happen so much, and learning how to deal with them takes him a little while. Good thing Derek is happy to wait.

Cosomination by zoemathemata

For Fictional Force/Hoktauri who prompted “pining! Derek/oblivious! Stiles, graduation day” Cosominate - To sleep together in the same bed or similar space. Five Times Derek and Stiles Sleep Together - 4 platonic bed shares and one not-platonic bed share! Features Pining! Derek, Oblivious!Stiles and a very tense moment where Sheriff Stilinski has been hurt! But it all turns out okay.

I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire

After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

The Taste You Leave Behind in My Mouth by monopolizeme

Derek looks over at Stiles, who hasn't moved from the bottom step. He’s watching Derek and Scott, shadows wane and ugly beneath dull eyes that no longer shine as they used to when looking at Derek - out of irritation or goading or open honesty - and Derek doesn't quite know what to do. Because he almost expected Stiles to be the one up here on the wooden porch with him, maybe punching at his arm and grinning because although they hadn't really spoken about what they were, Derek thought, he thought that out of everyone in Beacon Hills, that Stiles would be the one to show any emotion at having him back.

My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more. “You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?” “It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.” Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes. “I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void. It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

The Price we Pay by Gia279

Twelve years after inadvertently stopping Kate Argent from burning the Hale pack alive, Stiles is sleepwalking again, dragged unwillingly to witness horrible accidents, floods, house fires, and other disasters. He wakes, confused and blindfolded, at the incidents with power rising sharp and exhilarating in his chest, and he doesn't know how to stop it. Is he the one causing these horrible things or is he just there to witness them? Derek has been curious about the magic that saved him and his pack for years, and when Stiles's powers manifest again, he's determined to figure it out. With the whole of Beacon Hills being thrown into chaos and Stiles, apparently, just on the edge of that chaos, Derek finds himself being drawn to fix it all and keep Stiles out of the danger that keeps calling to him.

Between Sleeping and Awake by bloodwrites

Derek witnesses Stiles talking in his sleep, and it gives him the impetus to act on thoughts he's been having for months.

you need to hear it in Latin? by fairydustedtheory

Stiles talks in his sleep and Derek needs to know what he's saying.

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[callme-naomi]

Three, Two, One

A Megumi Fushiguro x Reader fanfic

Summary: Megumi Fushiguro was his group's professional photographer - be it Nobara's pictures or Gojo's group picture with his students, or even any scenery, he and his camera would always be there to capture it, until he met you - someone who didn't have their pictures taken of usually.

Not canon compliant.

Naomi's notes: Hi! Before anyone thinks of it the wrong way, I am fully aware Megumi is a teenage kid as of the last JJK manga episode. The last scene in this fic is of course after a time skip, when he's old enough.

This is another story very close to my heart, since I was like the MC once. This fic is dedicated to all the girls who think their pictures, and hence they, aren't pretty. No lens can see you for how beautiful you truly are <3

Thanks for reading! I'm always open to requests. Do let me know what you think about it. Your likes and comments mean the world to me <3

Word count: 6.4k

'Three, two, one-' he counted under his breath, his finger about to press-

'EXCUSE ME!'

Megumi, who was just about to take a photograph of Yuji and Nobara, looked up, genuinely annoyed, as you photo-bomb your way through to them.

'I'm so sorry, I tripped, I didn't mean to-'

'Hey, kid, it's alright.' Yuji helped you up. 'You're new here?'

'Mm-hm. Well, I think you'll be my classmates?'

'Yes. I am Yuji Itadori, she's Nobara Kugisaki, and he's' he pointed to Megumi, who was now adjusting something in his camera, 'Megumi Fushiguro. And you are?'

'Y/N L/N. Pleasure to meet you.' You turn your head in the ravenette's direction. 'I am so sorry. I truly didn't mean to-'

'It's okay.' he gruffly replied, softness finally seeping its way through his green eyes. Seeing the ice has thawed, you bounded over to him.

'Are you a photographer?'

'Not exactly.' Nobara answered for you. 'He has the best camera among us all, and the best skills to deal with it as well, so he takes our pictures.'

'That's so cool!' your eyes lit up at the sight of the camera in his hands. 'I usually take pictures from my phone, but they're not that good. Can I see the picture?' you excitedly look towards Megumi.

He didn't respond, only tilted his camera towards you as you saw the pose you spectacularly photobombed.

One, two, three, four, five seconds of silence-

And you began laughing. When the other two craned over you to see the picture, they joined in too, the courtyard ringing with your peals of delight.

In those moments of budding friendship, you were too busy in your own laughter to notice the way Megumi looked at you, watching your face light up with delight, a hint of a smile ghosting his face.

******

After a mission was over, while your partners were roaming around, enjoying the leisure time, you were lying down on the grass, your back hurting from the extra running and jumping you had had to do.

As your eyes scoured the sky, your gaze snagged on a little bird with vibrant colours, followed by three more of its kind.

Sitting up, you watch their trajectory as they rush inside a tree.

Scrambling to your feet, you find an angle from which they were visible, and you slowly extracted your phone out. The brightness and the angle greatly annoyed you: a good angle didn’t give the sufficient brightness, and a brightly illuminated place hid the birds.

You heard Yuji call out your name from a distance. Not moving your sight from the birds, you whisper-yell, ‘what?’, knowing full well he might not have even heard you.

Another call, this time rather urgent. When you annoyedly look to your right, going to tell off Nobara, a figure in navy blue sped up to you, his hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you to the side. “Get away!”

You are pulled by an angry Megumi Fushiguro and you turn to see why: a curse, apparently grade three, had emerged right behind you, and though you could have taken it down, the way it crept on you might have robbed you of that advantage.

“Thanks,” you shakily told him, after Yuji exorcised the curse.

“What were you thinking?” he muttered angrily at you. “You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“It was a grade three! It couldn’t kill me.”

“Want to test that theory?”

“Well, in my defence, I didn’t know we still had some left!” you shot back, your defence crumbling under his glare.

“In our defence, neither did any of us. You put yourself on the line for what, a bird? And who concentrates so much they can’t hear three people screaming?”

“Um, don’t you, when you’re making pictures? You hadn’t heard me run into the shoot that day.”

He rubbed his face in tired annoyance. “I wasn’t fighting curses then, in case you failed to notice.”

“Cut it out, you two.” Nobara intervened, glaring at the two of you like some old grandma. “It’s time to go home. I’m not interested in seeing you fight so awkwardly.”

You roll your eyes as you silently tuck your phone in your pocket and begin your walk back home, Yuji, and Nobara arguing over who made the cooler kill while Megumi trailed ahead, silent. You were at the back, gazing at your shoes and their rhythm.

“Hey. You hurt or something?”

You look up to see Megumi looking in a bored manner at you, hands in his pockets. You shake your head.

“Then walk faster.”

“You love bossing people around, don’t you.”

“It isn’t like you three give me any choice.”

You two fell into step, walking silently.

“Your angle wasn’t suitable.”

“Huh?” you crick your neck while turning to look at him.

“Your angle. It should’ve been more to the right, and a little higher.”

“Oh, now you’re teaching me about photography?”

“You aren’t hurt, I’ve told you about your recklessness, so let’s work on the next step.”

You rolled your eyes, but continued, “but the brightness. That was an issue.”

“That was because you were too low. The leaves blocked the light from where you stood. Had you gone around, you would’ve seen the leaves lessening on one side enough for a clear view.”

“How’d you learn all this?”

“Experience.” After a minute’s pause, he continued. “Did you take any pictures?”

“No.”

“You’re telling me you risked your and mine lives only to bring back nothing?”

“I would’ve brought something, if you hadn’t yanked me to one side.”

“Next time, I’ll tell the curse to give you one minute.” He annoyedly sighed, eliciting a laugh from you.

“But still, thank you for saving me.” you tried to end it on a good note, and he merely nodded.

“Don’t mention.”

“Can I come learn from you someday?”

“How to pull away too focused people?”

“No. How to be good at photography?”

“I told you, it’s all experience.”

“How am I supposed to get experience in a lifetime of killing?”

“Figure it out.”

*****

Three, two, one-

Megumi silently counted down as he took a picture of the sunset from the rooftop of Jujutsu High, and he looked down to see you walking in the last rays of sunlight.

It had been three weeks since you wormed your way into his social circle, and while he wasn't exactly your best buddy, you were a company he had begun to secretly enjoy.

The way you'd immediately point to something and tell him to take a picture of it, and then wow over it, and the way you somehow managed to get him to joke with you (Nobara and Yuji kept asking you for your secret), and how he would observe your every angle in the dappling moonlight or dazzling sunlight, the rain dancing around you, and the flowers kissing your forehead, or the blue cursed energy forming an angelic halo around you.

He told himself it was just because you and he shared a passion for photography - which, he admitted, you were good at too - and because you were a new practice for his skills.

For some reason, now he found you as a potential subject to have a photograph taken of. Perching his camera close to his face, three, two, one, he silently counted as he snapped a picture and quickly hid the camera.

You turn around to find him leaning against the balcony, watching you as you wave to him.

'Did you take a picture?' you yell at him.

'Not of you.'

'I meant the sunset, silly. It's so beautiful today!'

'Of course, I did.'

A few minutes later, Gojo came to usher you all in. Megumi took his time to come back, taking a few more pictures, and taking the longer route inside. In the corridor, he heard a few voices talking, and he would've ignored them, had he not heard his name mentioned.

Leaning against the wall, melting like the shadows he commanded, he heard you, Nobara and Maki talk. The Zenin girl's comments fell to his ear, 'when did you take this?'

'In the evening.' Side eyeing the room, he found a mirror angled such that it gave him a view of the three girls, the two surrounded by you as you showed them something on your phone.

'That's actually really good.' Nobara praised you. Megumi's eyebrows jumped - it must be something really good to get praise from her. 'Didn't Fushiguro catch you?'

'Oh no. He was too busy capturing the sunset. He was capturing one beautiful thing, I was capturing another.' You threw your hair back in a dramatic manner.

'You think he's beautiful?' Maki asked you, an eyebrow raised.

'It was metaphorical! A slip of tongue!'

'I'd say a very deliberate slip of tongue.' Nobara understood the assignment, as your cheeks began to grow red.

'Well, he is like nothing I've ever seen before. That spiky hair for instance.' He could hear you stammer, as if trying to fight your way out of this. 'Here, see some more.'

'Are you even paying attention in class, or just taking these pictures all the time?'

'I'm good at balancing both.'

'Don't you have any pictures of you?' the senior asked you, and you shook your head. 'Why not?'

'Don't want to.' You shrug.

It was the truth, though. You, when you began taking pictures, were told that your pictures weren't good enough. That you didn't look as good as you thought you did. Disheartened, and having taken those comments to heart, you had stopped taking pictures of yourself altogether and focused on others'.

And now, you were too busy taking photographs of others' beauty that you had failed to see your own.

Hearing footsteps in the hall, Megumi stood up from his perch and with his footsteps' sounds masked, he made his way back to his dormitory.

Turns out he's not the only one who's found a new subject of observation.

******

Three, two, one-

It had been four months since you had come to the school. And he had finally admitted to himself that you had managed to grow on him.

He used to fill his camera roll with things he declared were 'beautiful', 'graceful' or 'worth reliving'.

Before you coming, his roll was full of his sister's pictures.

When you joined, he stuffed them up with pictures of his friends and pleasant views.

And now, his entire gallery was full of pictures of you. Every angle imaginable, every scenario possible. You laughing, you serene, you angry, you fighting, you sleeping in class, you reading a book, cuddled in your blanket, or your cheeks stuffed with candies, in the snow, in the sun, in the rain, in the wind - you.

And not just his camera, his phone as well.

His camera, he had deemed, was too loud and obvious, so using the advantage of his long sleeves, he slid his phone and snapped pictures of you, dedicating an entire folder with your name saved.

Pictures of you alone and pictures of you with others. He hadn't yet made one with you, to his surprise.

At free times, he'd scroll through them, occasionally pausing long at some pictures to gaze at your flying hair, your bright eyes, your lips' curve in a smile, bringing an unconscious smile to his own face.

That was the beauty of it: you hadn't posed or faked for any of the pictures. You were just being you, and that's what made you beautiful.

It was for future references, of course. Nothing personal.

At least, that's what he had told himself.

He definitely didn't think of you as just 'beautiful', 'graceful' or 'worth reliving'. He, in a secret corner of his heart that no amount of convincing could overturn, thought of you as all of them, and much more.

Megumi Fushiguro had a reputation of being the most organized student ever. Nobody, not even the teachers, could touch his belongings without his consent, and barging into his phone and camera was a capital offence. And now that he had such a huge secret to hide (because if revealed, Gojo would never let it live down)? A suicidal mission.

But rules were made to be broken. And guess who was fearless enough to break through? (spoiler alert: YOU)

One time he left his phone during class to go refill his water bottle when you caught the phone. In a fit of mischief, you enter his birthdate as his password, and change his wallpaper. He usually kept one of his taken photographs that he particularly liked as his wallpaper, and that day you replaced the wallpaper of snowfall with Yuji and you sticking out your tongues.

When he came back and opened his phone, you stifled your giggles at his furrowed brows, and he didn't need to look anywhere to know it could only be you.

And for the next few days, you missed no chance to annoy him that way. However, in the previous few weeks, he seemed to be highly protective of his phone, not separating it from himself anywhere he went. And even if, by chance, you found the phone dumped somewhere, his hand would swoop over yours, a warning sign on his face as he beat you to taking his phone.

Finally, when one day Gojo called him in an urgency, he left his phone behind and you snatched it up.

Your eyes roamed over the screen to see a picture of you as the wallpaper. What?

Just as you swiped through his gallery to choose a new one, which now you didn't want to, you were surprised and not, simultaneously, as you found his gallery overflowing with pictures. All you. You were astonished to see all the moments he immortalized in these pictures, and for the first time in years, you found yourself actually worth calling pretty in a picture.

'Found something that caught your eye?'

Your heart nearly beat itself out of you as you whirled around to find Megumi leaning against the doorway, an unbothered expression on his face.

For the first time, you found yourself scared of what he'd do next. Maybe this time, you had really crossed the line.

As you stammer a response, he snapped his fingers, commanding silence.

'Well, we're even now. I have your secret, and you have mine.'

You raise your chin. 'What secret of mine do you have?'

He put a hand on your wrist holding his phone. 'Show me my pictures, and I'll let you see yours.'

Instead of a defiant reaction, all that came out of you was, 'how do you know that?'

He shrugged. 'I have my sources. Now, you want to see the rest of the pictures, or not?'

You extend your phone to him, your cheeks reddening with every second until you handed your secret in his hands as he gave you his.

'How long have you been doing this, Megumi?' you manage to ask, seeing his ears go red as he met your gaze.

'I don't exactly remember when. I just...thought you looked nice one day, and I took the picture. And the next day, you looked even nicer. And since then, there hasn't been a day when i don't think the same way of you.'

After a few seconds, he cleared his throat. 'What do you think of these pictures?'

'They're so pretty, Megumi.' You smile at him. 'You made me look prettier.'

'Lens are just a method of seeing. It captures things the way its owner sees it.'

'So, you think I'm pretty?'

'Pretty what? Annoying, smart, devilish?'

You let out a laugh. 'You know what I mean.'

'No.'

You frown. 'That was rude-'

'You're more than that.'

'For someone who doesn't talk much,' you mumbled, going redder and redder, 'you sure do know how to leave someone speechless.'

'For someone who loves talking, I didn't know you could be speechless.' his answer was immediate.

While you were left searching for a comeback, him having thrown you off guard, he passed you your phone back, and you pounced on it. 'well? did I pass your expectations?'

'Of course.' He gave you one of his rarest smiles, and you pinched his cheeks.

'Smile more, silly! You look cuter when you do that.' his eyes went wide at this comment as you pulled back. 'On this note, I used to once think a smile is the most beautiful thing I can ever capture in my pictures, but I was wrong.'

'Oh? Have you found your answer now?'

'If you heard me taking your pictures,' you smirked. 'you know the answer already then. You know, these are my favourite pictures I've ever taken.' You tell him, grinning, pointing towards your phone's gallery. 'It's not because I think I've done a good job. It's because...'

He looked at you, expectant for you to complete your sentence.

'It's because of the person I took the pictures of. You're what makes them beautiful.'

As his eyes spread wide and his cheeks went pink, mumbling his thanks, you had a sudden idea. 'Hey, can I take a picture of you?'

He pointed to your phone. 'You already have.'

'This time with your consent.'

Five minutes later, you had given him a background to pose against as he wished, and he braced himself for the words he used to tell others.

Smile for the camera.

It had been a long time since someone had asked to take a picture of him, and he didn't know if he could muster up a smile on command.

But you had another trick up your sleeve as you winked at him, and the next four words had him immediately easing into a pure smile.

******

From then on, the two of you would flood each other's chats with pictures of each other.

While both of you had a wide array of pictures, ranging from curses to fish breeds to a new restaurant or a book you picked, your pictures consisted more of Megumi, catching him at odd moments, and sometimes the pictures of him with the sunlight falling on his face, or the snow catching in his hair, or him just listening to music while obliviously reading a book.

At other times, you’d send him pictures of yourself, or your newest fit, or you going to random places.

Your pictures never featured your face entirely. It would be covered with a mask, or with your hand, or with your phone in the mirror.

Megumi, though he wanted you to share your face’s pictures, wouldn’t cross boundaries to make you uncomfortable, seeing he understood your reluctance to show your face.

After all, why take pictures when he can see you for himself every day? A lens can’t make you look better than in his eyes.

Megumi's favourite would be any picture with you in it. It didn't matter who took it, as long as it was you in the frame. So the time when you sent him pictures would be his favourite ever, and he’d wait the entire day to open them in silent peace, smiling and gazing at every picture you snapped, imagining your face scrunched in concentration and your fingers adjusting the settings as you snapped it.

He wasn’t the type to react with bunches of emojis or ‘slay queen’ texts, but he’d send you comments like

You tell me I’m amazing, have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?

If I didn’t know better, I’d think the lens has a favourite.

Jealous of that thing whose picture you took.

His would be more aesthetic coded, compared to your chaos and energy, and while he rarely ever shared pictures of himself, he’d surprise you with the photographic angles and complexities of his pictures, magnifying a water drop, or zooming on a butterfly, leaving you more in awe and in love with him every time.

Occasionally, he’d send you collages he’d made of pictures of you.

And after that, you’d bomb his texts which would be a war, you forcing him to accept he’s phenomenal and him having some card up his sleeve. For instance,

You should go in a competition. You know, the ones where you enter in photography.

I don’t want to.

Whyyyyyy? You’d absolutely ace it! I know it! It’d be so cool!

You saying I’m not cool without a contest?

Don’t take this the wrong way! I want your talent to be showcased!

I’m not a fan of showing off to anyone.

You showed me, didn’t you?

You’re not anyone, are you?

Oh my god, Megumi, how come you’re so good at making me blush?

What good is it if I can’t see you do that?

If only you’d be as flirtatious in person as you are now, I might show you that side of mine.

If only you’d stick by my side more rather than others, I might surprise you. I can’t flirt with curses, you know.

 You always have something up your sleeve, right? And anyways, if you’d just look up from your camera, I’m always nearby you.

My social battery only allows me to either talk or take pictures of you. And if I did the former, who’s recording that?

You can take my picture after you've done the talking!

If I chose to, you’d get tired of it.

Never in a million days, Megumi Fushiguro. I’d never get tired of having you make me flustered.

Well, good to know, but all of your pictures would turn out with you red. That wouldn’t be unique, like you.

Well, if my one and only photographer makes me that way, I’d prefer not being unique if it means I get to see you be unique.

And that’s why you’re the flirter and I’m the photographer. You don’t leave anything for me to say.

On the subject of pictures, I definitely want the world to see what you’ve got! That my boy is more talented than they know! And I’m so proud to be his friend!

‘My boy’ and ‘friend’ do not belong in the same phrase.

Instead of picking out my errors, you should go in the contest, you’d win first prize.

I’ve already won first prize.

When?? You never told me!

Go look in the mirror.

One day, he opened his phone to your request.

Hey, can I have a few pictures of yours? With your face?

Frowning, he replied, sure, but don’t you take mine in class all the time?

Your reply was immediate. Yeah, but I want to see you taking your own picture. FANTASTIC COMBO. Beautiful boy with amazing skills.

Alright, alright, I’m convinced. I don’t blush, though, if you’re aiming for that.

I disagree. Your ears turn red when you do.

You observe me that closely?

Can’t help it. Can’t take my eyes off gorgeous things. NOW SEND ME THOSE PICTURES.

In exchange of yours. With your hands off your face.

He waited for a whole five minutes before your reply came. Okay.

And no mask.

Yes, sir. SAME FOR YOU TOO.

As he sent you a few bunches of his selfies and pictures, a few in grayscale, he got up from bed to get ready for the day, and just as he pulled on his uniform and ran his fingers through his hair, his phone rang up.

One hand fixing his collar, and the other lunging for his phone, he glanced onto it to see your pictures.

The first time you had ever sent your pictures without covering your face. Before he could fully admire you, he noticed something was off.

In a lot of them, you were pulling your lips into a pout, or puffing your cheeks, or winking, or smiling forcefully. And he could find the trace of a filter in every picture: the extra pink in your cheeks, the silverish shine in your eyes, the gold tinges in the background.

He didn’t reply then, seeing you would be coming to class too, so he waited until break.

As soon as the teacher gave them the day off, Megumi took out his phone, and dialled your contact, because you had gone off with Nobara.

As soon as you picked up, he told you to meet him in his dormitories.

Wouldn’t anyone catch us?

Just trust me.

Gladly, anytime.

As you entered the corridor, having slipped away from your friends, he appeared from the shadows and gripped your wrist, pulling you quickly to his room and slamming the door shut.

“Woah,” you giggle, “to what do I owe the honour?”

“Your pictures.”

“I sent them to you. Didn’t you like them?” a crease appeared in your eyebrows as you appeared worried, even tensed.

“Hey, hey, relax.” He patted on the chair next to his, and as you sat rigidly, his hand came to relax on yours. “It’s all right. They were good. Thank you. But there’s one thing I need to ask.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you put on a filter?”

He could see you go pink, as you turn to face him. “Why’d you assume I put a filter?”

“I didn’t assume, I know. I know you good enough to tell when you put a filter.”

“Just from a picture?”

“I was the one who took your pictures, remember?”

You finally sigh. “Alright, yes, I put a filter. Now what?”

“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just curious.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you mumble. “Wanted to ask something more? I won’t mind, I promise.”

“Why did you put it on? And those poses, why did you do them?”

You look at him, as if contemplating the answer.

“If you don’t want to answer,” he hurried, “then don’t. It’s just I’ve never done this, so I wanted to know why.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “I just wanted to look pretty.”

He blinked. “Pretty?”

“Yeah. You asked for my pictures, so I just wanted to look good for you.”

“You always do. Who told you that you don’t?”

“A lot of people, actually.” You stare in the silence, as if you could see the people who mocked you for your face in the pictures, how it looked swollen and strange, and your friends who told you that ‘putting filters’ will make you prettier.

“Is that why you never take your own pictures?”

You silently nod.

“I don’t think I’m good looking enough. I don’t like myself in my pictures. And you…have you seen yourself? You’re majestic. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and even it doesn’t hide in the lens. So, I thought, that I want my pictures to be good for you. I didn’t want you to hate them.”

“Did you actually think I’d hate you because you think you don’t look good in your pictures?”

Seeing your silent face, he got off his place and bent down in front of you, turning your face to meet his.

“You don’t need any filter, any pose, to look good. I couldn’t care less of how you look in pictures when you’re in front of me. It’s not your fault that you haven’t had someone to look at you the way I do.”

You launch yourself into Megumi’s arms, and while you feel him go rigid with shock, you mumble, “thank you.”

“Anytime.” An awkward pat landed on your shoulder, as you pulled apart, a determination in your eyes.

“Promise you won’t use a filter anymore?”

“If that’s what you want, I promise. But can you teach me your way of taking your own pictures? Please?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, he had his camera in his hands and you standing in the middle of his dorm.

“…lighting, position, angle, all accounts to the final picture. However, you have the basics clear. What you need to work on, is your pose. The trick to pictures is innovation. Not every pose fits everyone. Find a unique style for yourself, something that suits only you.”

“How do I know which one it is?”

“I’m here to help, aren’t I?” He left his camera on the desk and came to you, his fingers gently pushing back stray strands of hair and tilting your chin according to the angle.

“For your expression, be completely natural. If you feel like you want to smile, do it. If you don’t, then don’t do it. These expressions will only make it look forced and fake.”

“And that wouldn’t look good.” You nodded.

“Now, tilt you head however you want to, and do whatever expression you feel like doing.”

You finally strike a pose, your head tilted at a little angle, and you hair parted over your shoulders. He came up to place the camera in your hands.

“Good.” He approved, and then you look at him.

“I want my first ever picture to be with you. Come on!”

“It’s your first one. It should be you.”

“I wouldn’t have done it without you, Megumi. And you said to do whatever I feel like doing. I feel like pulling you in with me.”

He came up behind you, looking into the camera, being a part of what was to become your favourite picture ever.

“It’s only fair that you should be allowed to do the same. Is there anything you feel like doing?”

Nodding, he set his head on your shoulder, immediately sending butterflies in your stomach.

“Perfect,” you whisper in awe.

“Now just one more thing left.”

“What’s that?” you ask him as you try to think how to smile for this one without looking too awkward or silly.

“Smile for me, Y/N.”

You had no idea four words would have such an effect, but it did as you glowed.

Three, two, one-

When the picture finally was snapped, you immediately fell in love with it.

While you admired and gasped at the picture, you raised your head to see Megumi smiling at you, as he gently took the camera from your outstretched hand.

“You should smile more, silly. It looks good on you.”

******

Your birthday was coming up, and Megumi was running out of time, patience and ideas on what to give you. Every gift he thought of felt too ordinary, too general. He wanted to give something special to only the two of you.

Frustrated, he turned to Nobara for ideas, since she was your newer friend. She was alone at that time, thankfully, and while she seemed ready to tease Megumi about you, seeing the seriousness on his face told her to keep it to herself for the while.

“Well, the both of you are into photography, aren’t you? Maybe you could give her something about photographs. A photo-mug, or a shirt, or a pillow.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at that. Who the hell gives those things?

“Hey, don’t expect me to be sitting with ideas all the time for your girlfriend.” She raised an eyebrow, seeing his expression.

“She’s not-”

“I and Itadori may act like we don’t know, but we’re not blind, Fushiguro.”

“We’re just-”

“If you say friends, I’m making you my next straw doll.” Putting a finger to her chin, she wandered deep in thought, until her eyes lit up. “I got an idea.”

“It better not be a plate.”

“Oh shut it. Keep it between us, but she loves your pictures. Especially the ones you take of her. So, maybe you could make her a scrapbook or collage book? Of your best moments, or your pictures with her? And you could add some messages or some other things for her.”

Good idea, but- Megumi panicked internally. “I don’t have any pictures of the two of us together.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make some of the two of you,” she raised a thumb in her direction. “We still have two weeks, right?”

“Yes, but don’t make her feel suspicious. And don’t tell her anything about it.”

“Fushiguro, a tip: girls don’t like it when they’re underestimated.”

“Maybe not all girls are like you.” He muttered back as he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“What was that?”

He proceeded forward as she continued raging, slightly pleased at the idea she had given him.

The next few days, he had never felt this sure yet this nervous before. Scrolling through the hundreds of pictures he had of you, it was an understatement if said it was difficult to choose which one to paste in the book and which not. Thanks to Kugisaki, he even got a few pictures of the two of you, and he had to appreciate her as she had taken them without any of the two knowing.

Pasting, adorning with flowers, and finally, on the night before your birthday, he set down to write messages for you. He found writing down what he felt easier than saying them out loud, so he did just that, inking down his thoughts for you to read while his entire body buzzed with butterflies. Thinking of you, sleeping blissfully unaware of what he was doing at this late hour for you.

In the morning, he set out to find your dorm, and slipped a note under the door, telling you to meet him in the gardens at dusk, when all the students are going back after an entire day of tasks and learning.

You, having gotten the note, were highly intrigued as to what could have had happened, but you didn’t ponder much, rather enjoying your special day as everyone came to wish you a happy birthday. Much to your surprise, Megumi only wished you, and while you were expecting some more words or comments, you yet had the evening to look forward to.

Finally, at evening, the moment you packed your weapon and began walking towards the gardens, Nobara came up to you, with a book in her hands.

“Hey, Y/N? I was told to give this to you.” She passed you the book, and you took it bewildered.

“A collage book?”

“Yeah. It’s yours, though. Gotta go, now.”

As she sped off to join Itadori, you found yourself a place to sit while you waited for your ravenette. You, out of curiosity, decided to open the book, and your eyes went wide as to what awaited inside for you.

A book full of pictures of you, you and you. And while it was covered with dried flowers, their colours and fragrance seeping in the pages, you read the intricate handwriting that followed it.

You’d recognize that handwriting anywhere. Oh, you amazing boy.

The first picture was the one you had photobombed on your first day. To the girl who chaotically came into my life and my photoshoot.

You grinned, as you turned the page to you standing in the midst of flower blossoms. To the girl who taught me the meaning of beauty once again.

You splashing the water of the lakes. Whose every smile leaves me wanting more.

You sleeping in class, your hair falling onto your face. Who makes me grateful every day that I got to meet her.

You as you sniffed a flower you picked off a bouquet. The girl who always proves me wrong when I think I can’t love her any more than I already do.

I want you to know that you’re the most beautiful thing of my life.

I want you to know how proud I am to call you my friend.

I wish you all the best you can have in your life, and may you get to show that brilliant smile of yours more. I want to be the reason you smile.

A picture of you gazing at the stars. You were the star that decorated my sky, and I want to bring you all the stars.

I would have done a million photobombed shoots, if it meant I get to meet you again.

I want you to be there in every picture I take.

Then your first ever picture with him. I love it when people say my name with yours. I love it when I get to be with you. I love it when for a few moments, I get to imagine what it would be if you were mine.

It’s the thought of you I begin my days with, and the dream of you that I end it with.

Will you be my dream come true?

By the end, signed with his name, you had tears in your eyes, and as you looked behind you, you saw him standing a few steps far from you, silently waiting since how long, nerves showing as he looked at you.

“Well?”

You jumped in one fluid motion and crossed the distance with runs and gallops, tears flowing freely as you gasped, “yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!”

And at that moment, nobody was there to picture the two of you locked in each other’s arms, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need a lens to immortalize the joy the two of you shared.

*****

Over the next few years, his camera was there to snap some of the greatest moments of his life.

Three, two, one- you on your first date with him.

Three, two, one- you on your birthday, and later on, his.

Three, two, one- you on your graduation day.

Three, two, one- you on your first day as a sorcerer and a teacher.

Three, two, one- you on your visit to meet his family for the first time.

Three, two, one- your hand's picture with your ring finger gleaming with a ring, claiming you as proudly taken. Proudly his.

But by far, his favourite picture of you was one he didn't even take. It was Yuji and Gojo, who had taken the picture as he took your hands at the altar, exchanging your vows, you in your white bridal gown, as white as the pearls in your hair, and his suit as black as his hair.

That picture, where the two of you had looked into each other's eyes with all the love in the world.

The moment when you became Mrs. Fushiguro.

You two will always be the world's most beautiful creations to ever exist in each other's eyes.

And when the time came for the picture, and Yuji called for the two of you to face the camera - three, two, one - you said the same four words you had said to him in your first year. The four words that had brought a smile from him then, and brought it even now.

Smile for me, Megumi.

DO NOT COPY MY WORK!

[alphajocklover]

No longer a Spider, finally a Man

**Hey! First time doing a fanfic muscle growth. Or at least posting it. I hope you guys like it! Please tell me how I can do better, and send in story suggestions if you want!**

Peter Parker loved being Spider-Man. He loved saving people, he loved using his powers to make a difference, he loved swinging through the sky line. But he also hated it. He hated the pressure, the responsibility, the fact that he nd his loved ones were in constant danger, the fact that he was always lying to everyone. He hated that he could never be normal. But then again Peter had never been very normal. Even before becoming Spider-man he had been a nerd. Smart, socially awkward, and tormented by the popular kids. That didn’t exactly change after becoming Spider-Man either, though his social issues had definitely gone to the back burner with him constantly fighting crime. If he was being honest his social life had only gotten worse since becoming a superhero. He had gained some muscle and no longer needed glasses, yes, but he couldn’t exactly show that. He hadn’t had time for his friends, his normally fantastic grades were slipping, and Flashes bullying had only gotten worse.

As Peter, out of costume, walked to Midtown, he wondered what it would be like to be a normal teenager. Not just what it would be like to not be Spider-Man, but to not be a nerd. He wondered what it would be like to be a regular teenage boy. Maybe if he wasn’t Spider-Man he could have even been… cool or something. Probably not, but it was still a nice fantasy. Just as he was imagining this, his spider-sense went off. He looked around, prepared to jump out of the way of any danger, but, even with his super reflexes, he couldn’t get out of the way before the strange something hit him right in the middle of his chest. Peter stumbled back, not realizing that the reality stone, one of the infinity stones, had lodged itself inside of his heart. Normally such a thing would kill someone, or at least hurt them, but due to the magic nature of the stone it phased through his chest and inside of him without harming him. Peter blinked. What… just happened? He had sworn something had just flown into his chest but… wouldn’t that have killed him or something? Before he could investigate further, an alarm on his phone began to ring. Crap, he was late for class! Peter ran into the school as the power of the reality stone seeped into his blood. He turned a corner, just a hallway away from his classroom, when he almost ran straight into a wall of muscle, his super-reflexes being the only thing that saved him. As he skirted to a halt, he came face to face with his biggest tormentor (supervillains and news editors notwithstanding) : Flash Thompson. The most popular jock in school and Peter Parker's personal bully. The blond quarterback sneered cockily at Peter before he spoke

“Hey there Puny Parker. Running late again? I thought geeks like you were supposed to be punctual and shit?” Flash said with a cocky mocking laugh.

“What do you want, Flash?” Peter asked with a scowl, trying to keep his patience.

“Just checking up on my favorite nerd.” Flash mocked, grabbing Peter’s arm. Before Peter could react, Flash had shoved him up against the locker, peters arm pinned behind his back. What the heck? He had super powers, enhanced reflexes, he should have been able to see that coming. Peter didn’t realize that his subconscious desire to be normal was repressing his powers. Unable to fight back, Peter was shoved into a nearby open locker and locked inside. Peter sighed. Stuck in a locker again. Peter didn’t notice as the orange light in his chest began to glow. He closed his eyes and deeply wished… to stop being a loser. To be normal. To be… anything else than who he was. The orange light grew brighter and brighter… until it completely consumed Peter. Suddenly he heard something

“Parker… Parker!”

With a start Peter Parker woke up, looking around in shock. He was… in a classroom? He was sitting at a desk at the back of a class he didn’t recognize, one that he seemed to have been sleeping through. Had all of that been a crazy dream? He looked over to see the remedial math teacher, Ms Jones. What was he doing in remedial math? Before he could say anything, Ms Jones spoke once more

“Mr Parker, please try to stay awake during class. Your grade is already low enough.” She said, sending a chuckle throughout the room. Peter spoke without thinking, his voice deeper and fuller than he remembered.

“Sorry teach. I’m still tired from our ‘study session’ last night. Thanks for the extra tutoring by the way~” he said. Did he just… flirt with a teacher? He did! And weirdly enough the slight embarrassed blush on Ms Jones face suggested that it was working. Ms. Jones spoke again, more timid this time

“While.. just don’t be late tonight.” She said with a slight wink, before walking over to the front of the classroom again. This caused the class, which now that Peter was looking consisted mostly of the football team, too laugh loudly, one punching Peter on the shoulder in a playful manner. Peter felt a smirk he couldn’t control come over his face, and his eyes involuntaries followed Ms Jones' ass as she walked back to the front of the class. In a daze, Peter tried to figure out what was happening. Wasn’t he just in a locker? What was he doing in remedial math? And why was he acting so weird? Before he could wonder any further, the bell rang and class was dismissed. Peter ran out without talking to anyone, and headed to a nearby bathroom. He looked in the mirror and froze. It was Peter but… completely different. He was bigger, taller, with wider shoulders. He had full, bouncy pecs that were barely contained by his tank top, shredded abs that he could grate cheese on, and truly impressive biceps. Peter had gone from a geek who gets stuffed into lockers to a huge muscular jock! Peter wanted to be shocked, to be horrified, but… he felt another smirk cross his face. He began to flex his muscles cockily. He smirked and felt his thoughts turn. He looked fucking amazing! I mean, of course he did. He was big Pete Parker, the big man, the quarterback, the stud! Slowly Peter began to forget about his old self, too absorbed in the strong, dull thoughts going through his head. He wondered what he and his best bro Flash would do after football practice? Maybe beat up some geeks, or find a hottie to hook up with? Peter had a lot of girls to choose from already, including MJ, Liz, Gwen, Charlie and of course Ms Jones, but… he wouldn’t mind another. Pete smirked and strut out of the bathroom, not noticing a light orange glow between his pecs. Life was fucking sweet.

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Bad moon rising lV

Poly!Lost boys x Emerson!reader

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 6.2k

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A/n: Is this almost a year past due? Yes. Did I forget that I was a fanfic writer and that I was supposed to be writing for this fandom? Also yes. But, I hope you guys enjoy this, I have the next chapter also halfway written already, though we will just see how lazy I am. Enjoy ;)

Micheal’s been acting strange.

No, Micheal’s been acting like a dick.

You stood in your older brothers doorway, watching as the boy sleeped all through mid-morning and mid-afternoon. He’s been doing this for the past few days or so. Coming home at odd hours of the night and sleeping until the sun goes back down.

That left you and Sam to do all the chores, entertain yourselves and more specifically for you to babysit your baby brother when mom is working late.

To say you were pissed was an understatement.

Sam walked past you, black telephone held tightly in his hand before he plopped it down on Micheal’s chest. The older man woke up with a start, the sudden weight on him startling from his sleep. He glanced around his room, eyes settling on both you and Sam before he relaxed back into his previous position.

“Mom’s calling.” You told him, walking from the door frame and over to the bed.

“Then answer the phone.” He snapped, voice groggy from sleep. He shoved the phone off of himself, the ringing not once faltering.

You picked up the phone, and shoved it back at him, giving him a annoyed look as you took your hands off the electronic. “She wants to speak with you.”

Micheal looked between you and the phone, his face mirroring your own. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at his desk. “Hand me those.”

You glanced back at his desk, seeing that he was pointing at a pair of shades. Sam reached forward and plucked the item off the surface. “You need sunglasses to talk on the phone?” He asked, handing them over to his brother with a look of confusion as he watched Micheal place the shades over his eyes. “Are you high?”

Instead of answering, he reluctantly yanked the phone off the body, placing the item against his ear. “Hello?” He answered, waiting patiently for his mom to responded back.

The room was quiet enough to hear the soft voice of your mother on the other side of the phone. “Hey, sweetie. You weren’t sleeping were you.”

Micheal shook his head despite knowing that she couldn’t see him. “No.”

You rolled your eyes, hating the fact the he was lying to mom. Though, you knew with how hard she’s been working lately she didn’t need to deal with one of her kids acting out.

Staying near the edge of the bed you listened closely to your moms and brothers conversation, absentmindedly playing with the blankets and clothes scattered across the mattress. You pulled a pair of jeans and sock from the small pile, tossing them onto the floor near his clothe hamper.

When was the last time he cleaned his room? You thought to yourself, glancing from the over filled hamper to the piles of trash, boxes and even clothes scattered on any clean surface. You went to take another peice of clothing off the bed when Micheal slapped your hand away, giving you an annoyed look through his sunglasses.

“Mom, Sam is old enough to stay by himself.” He said into the phone, inching himself away from where you stood. “And even if he wasn’t Y/n will be here.”

You went to retaliate, wanting to argue that you were tired of watching your baby brother and wanted to be able to go to the boardwalk or even just to get out of the house. But Sam had beaten you to it. “I don’t need a baby sitter Mike, and quite frankly I’m tired of seeing Y/n’s face everywhere I turn.” Sam turned towards you an apologetic look on his face. “No offense, of course, but I think we need to see other people.”

“Are you firing me from being your babysitter or are you breaking up with me?” You asked, a hand placed over your chest in mock hurt.

Sam shrugged, the jacket he wore rustling against Micheal’s dresser he was leaning on. “A little bit of both, just remind me to tell my secretary to give you your severance package.”

Micheal snapped his fingers in both yours and Sam’s direction, he gestured towards the door in a silent attempt to get you both to leave or to be quiet. ‘You know, Micheal, you come home in the middle of the day, you sleep all day while I work.’ You heard your mom gently snap at your brother a smug little smirk finding its way towards your lips at Micheal’s face. ‘It’s been a long time since someone asked me to dinner, the least you could do for me is stay home tonight and watch your brother and sister.’

You watched as your brother took in a deep breath, trying his hardest to make his mom happy even though he didn’t wish to do what she was asking of him. He slowly nodded his head, a quiet ‘ok’ slipping past his lips despite his reluctance. Micheal quickly hung up the phone after that, telling your mom good bye as he handed the phone back to Sam.

“See,” you told him as Sam left to put the phone back up, “it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit nicer to mom every once in a while.”

Micheal slowly got up out of bed, his body moving on auto pilot as he walked out of the room. “Shut up,” he told you, bumping shoulders with you as he passed. “And go put ice back on your face, I can still see how swollen it is from a good distance.”

Your hand immediately went to your face as he said that, the tips of your fingers tracing alongside your jaw and lip where you’d been hit the hardest yesterday. The swelling in you eye had gone down tremendously, you were glad that you were able to see more clearly through it but it still left a nasty bruise along your eye lid.

When you had gotten home last night the only people that were still awake was Micheal and surprisingly grampa. Micheal helped you apply gauze to any open wounds that you had and bandaged you up, while grampa helped explain what had happened to your mom that morning whilst you and your brothers slept. You remembered explaining everything to Micheal in the bathroom, crying into his shoulder while he held you gently in his arms.

That was probably the only time Micheal had been nice or even remotely gentle to you this whole week, you didn’t know how much you missed that side of him until he helped you last night. And honestly you didn’t know if you would be seeing it again any time soon.

The winds had gotten stronger outside since night came.

You’d asked grampa countless times if they were expecting bad weather but he kept assuring you that wind storms like this were pretty common in Santa Carla. But even after he had reassured you, you couldn’t help but feel like the wind storm wasn’t even the worst thing that was going to happen tonight.

Right now you sat on the kitchen counter, one leg pulled up to your chest while the other dangled and you sat there licking the peanut butter off a plastic spoon before taking another scoop from the jar.

Grampa waked in with a tie around his head and beard freshly shaved, he placed his coat on the counter right next to you and began to open nearby cabinets. “Do you see anything that will pass for aftershave?”

You gently shook your head at him, placing the plastic spoon back in your mouth. Sam glanced around the kitchen, a knife and slice of bread in his hands as he tried to find something for grampa. “How about some windex, grampa?” He asked, grabbing the blue bottle from the window ceil.

He handed it to grampa, who eagerly took it from him and pour a generous amount in his hands. You let out a soft chuckle with Sam, handing him the jar of peanut butter so he could finish making his sandwich. The soft click from the kitchen door dragged your attention over towards Micheal as he stood there watching. “Big date tonight grampa?” He asked leaning against one of the cabinets.

Grampa walked back over towards you, taking his coat from beside you and walking over to where a stuffed dog sat. “Just taking my latest project over to the ‘widowed’ Johnson.”

Micheal smirked at his grandfather, crossing his arms across his body and he glanced between the stuffed dog and back towards grampa. “What did you stuff it with? Mr. Johnson?”

Grampas smile faltered as he took in what Micheal had asked, he glanced between all three of his grandchildren before bidding farewell and leaving the house. You gently waved grampa goodbye, before turning back to your oldest brother. “Mike-“

“That wasn’t funny, Mike.” Sam told him, ignoring your attempt to talk to him.

Micheal just chuckled, leaning his head against the cabinets as grampas horn echoed down the driveway. “I thought it was.” He mumbled, taking his sunglasses off his face.

Sam rolled his eyes, turning back towards his sandwich and continued to spread peanut butter on the bread. “Whatever, I’m making you a sandwich, alright?”

“Dont bother.” He told him, shaking his head gently and he sauntered over towards the counter that you and Sam were at.

“Dont bother?” You repeated, placing your dirty spoon on a plate so you could use it later. “Mike when’s the last time you actually ate something?”

He rolled his eyes, hand trailing up to his single earring and playing with it. “Piss off.”

“And fix your attitude, Mike.” Sam told him, pointing his knife in his direction. “I think we are all beyond tired of it by now, no one here thinks your cool trying to be all big and bad.”

Micheal opened his mouth, more than likely ready to give you and Sam a smart remark or to say something stupid and walk back upstairs when headlights came on from outside and the sound of engines echoed through the house. All three of you turned towards the kitchen window, trying to see who was coming up the driveway right as they flew open and the wind began to blow even harder than it was earlier.

You quickly hopped off the counter, shutting the window right as a few trinkets that were on the window ceil had been blown off. Sam had appeared at your side aswell and helped pop the latch down to lock it. But even with that window closed more started to open up, allowing the harsh wind from outside to throw light items on the ground and cause the pots and pans hanging on the cabinets to knock into one another.

Micheal ran out of the kitchen both you and Sam right behind to see that the rest of the house was the same way. Faintly you began to hear people hooting and hollering, the noise sending an eerie shiver down your spine as it slowly got louder and louder.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Micheal began to move towards the front door, the noises outside getting louder as he did so. You heard Sam call out to your brother but it was too faint compared to everything else. You stood there in the middle of the room right as Micheal’s hand was on the knob, when he opened it you half expected a group of kids to be outside in cars making circles in the driveway or maybe even grandpa outside just trying to scare you all.

But when Micheal opened the door all you saw was nothing.

The wind had died down and the shouting had stopped, even the engines had gone away. Almost as if none of it had happened.

“What’s going on Mike?” Sam asked, hovering at your side as he peered out the door with you.

Micheal didn’t turn to face either of you and he didn’t even try to give a half assed excuse for what had happen. Instead he looked as if what had happened had truly spook him and he couldn’t explain what he witnessed. “Go take your bath.” He told Sam, closing the door with a soft click.

You laid on your bed, music coming from your cd player in soft notes. You weren’t really listening to the songs that were being played, instead your mind was still running back and forth between what had had happened earlier. After Sam had left to go take a bath you tried talking to Micheal but he just brushed you off, saying that it was just a few teenagers and that there was nothing to worry about.

But there definitely was. You could see it on his face that Micheal was scared, you knew that this wasn’t just ‘nothing’, that Micheal knows someone about what had happened outside.

You tapped your fingers against your skin, pondering if you should go downstairs and try to ask Micheal more or if he would turn you away like earlier. You let out a deep groan as you dragged your hands down your face, before getting out of bed. Walking over to your cd player you quickly ejected the disk and placed it in its rightful case.

Now that the music had stopped your room fell into an eerie silence. It’s normal for it to be nice and quiet outside with the crickets chirping and the sound of the nearby horses trotting to their resting places. But tonight was different, tonight you couldn’t hear any of those noise like you normally would. It was almost as if they were keeping quiet so that they could hide from someone, like a game of cat and mouse but more sinister almost.

A thud came from downstairs, interrupting the uneasy silence.

You almost ignored the sound but it was quickly followed by groans and coughs. You stood a bit straighter at the noise and quickly went left your room to investigate. You knew that Sam was still taking his bath since you could hear his own music playing through the bathroom door, so that could only mean Micheal was the one in any potential trouble.

Skipping a few steps at the bottom you rushed into the kitchen immediately seeing Micheal kneeling on the ground with a carton of milk emptied out on the floor beside him. You quickly rushed to his side, pulling him up by his arm and leaning him against your body. “Micheal? Micheal what wrong?” You asked leading him towards the island stool so he could sit down.

He didn’t answer you, in fact he stayed quiet as he held onto his stomach in pain while you urged him to sit down. “Michael tell me what’s wrong, is it your stomach? Did something happen to it? Do I need to call Mom?”

This time he started to answer you, he shook his head quickly, sweat dripping from the ends of his curly hair as he held onto you. “No, please don’t tell mom. I- I don’t want her to see me like this.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “you don’t want her to see you like this? Micheal your in pain, you probably need to go to the doctor. Now, Sam said something about grampa having a car outside in the shed, I’ll help you to it if I could just move you-“

“No doctor either.” He quickly told you, this time holding onto the chair when you tried to lift him back up.

“Then what it is Micheal, you are obviously in pain. What’s wrong? Just tell me please so I can help you.” You begged, holding onto him when he started to sway on the stool. But again he shook his head, holding onto his stomach tighter as his face contoured in pain. “God dammit, Micheal. I’m calling mom, she’s gonna take you to the doctor and then you will explain to them what wrong alright?”

You pulled out of his grip when he tried to grab you again, a panicked look mixing in with his pained one as you quickly walked towards the telephone. You plucked the item off of its hook, placing it by your ear as you began to dail your moms number.

“David.”

Your finger hovered over the last digit, the white noise playing through the phone echoing in your ear as you tried to process what Micheal just told you. You pulled the phone away, still holding it in your hand but it now rested by your hip and you faced you brother. “What about David?”

Micheal slowly stood up, he still held onto his stomach but he look more scared that in pain right now. “Y/n, please just listen to me, alright? It’s gonna sound stupid but please, just listen.” He was now holding onto your arms, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin as he looked at you with pleading eyes, you gently nodded your head.

“I don’t know how well you know David and his group, but they are not what they seem. If you call mom, the police or even the hospital, they will kill you.” His grip tightened, this time you let out a hiss of pain but he continued without a second thought. “Y/n, please I’m not trying to scare you, but they are fucked up. They will kill you if they knew that you know and I can’t have them do that. Ok? I don’t want them to kill you or anyone else in this family if you all found out.”

You let go of the phone and tried to pull off Micheal’s hands, but he wouldn’t let go he just kept on holding onto you with a tight grip. “Mike, you can let me go-“

“They are messed up, they tricked me into doing something stupid and now I’m probably stuck with it for the rest of my life. I- I don’t want to kill you, or Sam but I probably will end up doing it.” He continued, you began to start panicking at his words.

“Micheal, please let me go.”

“I’m trying to tell you y/n that they turned me into this, they fucked me up and they will more than liking do the same thing to you if end up calling someone.” He shook you slightly when you looked away, forcing you to look into his eyes. Only this time they weren’t the same —- color they always were but instead they were a dull yellow. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond scared right now and I don’t even know how I’m holding myself back as I speak. But you and Sam aren’t safe, you aren’t safe here or even in Santa Carla.

“I’ve heard them talk about you at the cave, they even asked me about you sometimes and I don’t know if they are planning to kill you or something but I won’t let them. Okay? I would rather them kill me that them kill you or Sam, or worse turn you into me.” You continue to stare at your brother with horror, his still looked scared but he was starting to not look like Micheal anymore.

He was starting to look like a monster.

“Micheal, you said that they messed with you,” he just nodded, his eyes darting from his hands that were still holding onto you tightly to a spot on your neck. “What exactly did they do to you?” You felt like you knew the answer to the question, but you wanted Micheal to be the one to tell.

Micheal swallowed hard, as if trying to satiate an urge he had rooted deep in his body. “I- they… it all just happened so fast I don’t even know where to begin.”

You opened you mouth, not knowing if you wanted to encourage him to continue or if you were too scared to even know what happened. But right as you started to speak again you heard a soft growl coming from the hallway. “Mike?”

“It was that stupid bedazzled wine glass,” Micheal continued ignoring your concern. “They made me drink it, and it tasted like- like it was sweet and addictive and I haven’t been the same since.”

“Mike, I think there is something-” you cut yourself off when your back hit the wall, your breath knocked out of your lungs as Micheal stared down at you with his percing yellow eyes.

“Your not even fucking listening to me.” He shouted, jostling your body once more to try to get you to focus on him. “I’m trying to warn you, trying to tell you how to avoid all of this and your not even fucking listening.”

“Mike, I am listening, but-“

You both hit the ground, a soft yet heavy body had thrown itself onto the both of you. Micheal released his grip on your forearms, allowing you to embrace the impact with the hardwood floor to the best of your ability as the sound of growling and grunts met your ears.

Lifting your head you were met with the sight of Nanook on top of Micheal. The dog seemed to be attacking your brother, whereas Micheal was trying his best to throw the dog off of himself with out injuring him. Nanook bit down on Micheal’s arm, his teeth ripping past his shirt and digging into his skin beneath. “Nanook!” You shouted, quickly getting back on your feet and racing to the dog. You put your arms tightly around the dogs body and lifted him off of your brother.

Nanook didn’t stop his growling as Micheal curled into himself, grabbing his arm right as blood dripped down his fingers. The house grew quiet as you took in the situation before you; Micheal was bleeding on the ground, thankfully his ripped shirt was soaking up most of the red liquid, grandpa could be back any moment from Miss. Johnson’s. The house was a mess and Sam-

“Mike?”

You quickly poked your head out of the kitchen, noticing Sam in his bathrobe slowly coming down the stairs. Shit, how are you going to explain any of this to Sam?

“Y/n?”

You didn’t have a whole lot of time to come up with a story about Micheal, about why he looked like he does or even why Nanook attached him. “Kitchen.” You muttered weekly, unsure if your brother could have actually heard you or not but you did hear his foot steps grow closer.

Nanook let out a soft whine, his tail wagging gently against your legs when he noticed Sam’s presence. You released the dog and let him trot over to Sam, you watched as he trailed behind him the closer they got to the kitchen.

You glanced back at Micheal, a nervous pit forming in your stomach at what Sam would think when he see’s his brother looking like a monster. Though when you glanced back at him, his face wasn’t as monstrous as it was earlier. Infact, his face was smoothed back out and his eyes were back to its deep blue, your brother was back to his normal self

“Mike, what happened?” You turned back to the door, Sam stood a few feet away, his eyes glued to the blood seeping from Micheal’s arm.

Micheal trailed his eyes from you to Sam, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead and nose. “Nanook.” He offered weakly, his voice barely heard through the quiet kitchen.

“What the hell did you do to my dog?” Sam shouted, pulling Nanook into his embrace as he backed away from Micheal.

“I didn’t do anything,” Micheal defended. “He’s the one that bit me.”

Sam gave the dog a quick once over, making sure that Micheal rang true to his words. “Then why did he bite you, huh? What did you do to him.”

Ever so slowly Micheal got off the ground, a small puddle of blood left where he laid as he stood to his full height. “He was protecting her.” He muttered, nodding his head over to where you stood form a distance.

“Then what the hell did you do to her?” Sam accused, giving you the same once over he gave Nanook. “She’s already got a messed up face, I don’t think she needs you to hurt her even more.”

“Sam I’m fine.” You told him, your arms crossing your chest and gently poking at your arms. You could already feel the muscles growing sore from the tight grip Micheal had on you.

Sam shook his head, water droplets landing throughout the kitchen as he did so. “Bull shit, something happened in here and I want to know what the hell he did.”

Your hands found your face, rubbing at your eyes and cheeks to try and keep yourself from lashing out at your younger brother. He’s just scared, you told yourself. He’s scared and worried, just keep calm and try not to freak him out.

“Sam, I need you to go back upstairs, Micheal and I will handle this-“

“Your reflection.” Sam pointed out, his finger gesturing to the mirror right behind Micheal.

You glanced past Micheal towards the mirror, you let out a soft gasp when you didn’t see your brothers reflection staring back at you. You waved your hand up and down behind Micheal just to see yourself and Sam in the mirror.

“Your a creature of the night, Micheal.” Sam shouted, grabbing Nanook by his collar and pushing him out the kitchen. “Just like in my comics”

Micheal shook his head, the situation falling rapidly. “Sam-“

“My own brother, a god damned shit-sucking vampire.” Sam quickly grabbed your upper arm, pulling you up the stairs behind him. “Just wait til I tell mom.”

“No, Sam!” Micheal yelled, quickly jogging up the stairs as both you and your youngest brother ran up the steps. “Y/n!”

Sam ignored Micheal’s yelling, pulling you into his bedroom and locking both the main door and bathroom door right as Micheal tried to come barging in. “Sam, please!”

“No, stay away.” Sam yelled back, running to the phone on his nightstand and quickly dialing a number. “It’ll be safer for me and Y/n if we didn’t get killed by your blood sucking fangs.”

“He’s a vampire.” You muttered to yourself, your mind drifting and focusing on everything that Micheal had told you tonight. David and the others ‘tricked’ Micheal and now he’s a Vampire. His whole face changed and he was looking at you like he was going to kill and eat you right there in the kitchen.

God, what if Nanook didn’t come in and attacked Micheal earlier? Would he have killed you? Your own brother ending your life before you’ve even started it.

“I’m not killing my brother!” Sam shouted into the phone, pulling you away from your thoughts and back to the situation at hand.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” You asked coming over to Sam and placing your ear to the other side of the phone.

“It’s the Frogs brothers, they are experts in this situation.” Sam told you, leaning back to take a few of his vampire comics and flipped through the pages.

“That’s right, y/n.” A young teenage voice said through the phone. “We will take care of this situation but first you two have to either kill your brother or kill the head vampire.”

You leaned away from the phone, facing Sam with an annoyed expression. “Why the hell are you putting our brothers life in the hands of children?”

“Men.” Another voice corrected through the phone.

“A man child.” You argued back.

Sam snatched the phone back from you, “look I’m not killing my brother, is there any other way?”

There was short pause, and you dreaded the answer before they even gave it. “Find some garlic and stakes, and may god have mercy on your souls.” Then the line went dead.

“Some experts.” You muttered, laying back on Sam’s bed as you rubbed your eyes.

“What are we going to do?” Sam asked, petting Nanooks head as his eyes darted from the bedroom door to you.

“I don’t know.” You told him, sitting back up on the bed and facing your younger brother. “But, what I do know is that we shouldn’t panic. We need to have a level head in this situation.”

Sam nodded along, muttering level head over and over as he started to pace his bedroom.

Loud crashes and shouting came from next door, Micheal sounded like he was struggling but you knew better than to go and help him now.

Then the phone rang.

Almost instantly Sam picked it up and answered who ever was calling. A part of you wondered if he was hoping that it was the frog brothers and they were called to give actual help but you soon heard your mothers voice sound through the phone instead.

‘Hi, sweetie,’ her voice cut through the room with such gentlness compared to everything that’s been happening. ‘I’m just checking in on you guys’

“Mom, I think we need to have a very long talk about something.” Sam quickly told her, his words coming out rushed and mixed in. “It’s about Micheal.”

‘What about Micheal?’ You could hear your mothers concern through the phone and you remembered what Micheal had told you in the kitchen about her knowing the truth. Without much thought, you grabbed the phone from Sam’s hold, taking it to your ear and ready to give her a quick and easy lie when Micheal’s yelling started to come through the phone. ‘Is that Micheal? Is he alright’

“He’s fine mom,” you lied, ignoring your brothers pleading for help. “Micheal’s just a private issue, and he doesn’t want you to get worried about him.”

‘Who’s making that noise?’ She asked, the shouting from Micheal getting louder through both the phone and around you.

“Mom, we can’t talk about this right now.” You told her, trying to get her to hang up the phone without seeming too rude or out of ordinary.

In an instant Sam snatched the phone back from you, “mom, this is important it’s about Micheal.”

“Don’t listen to him mom, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” Micheal’s voice cut through the phone, ignoring Sam’s attempt to warn your mother. “He just had a bad dream he’s delirious.”

Sharp knocks then came from Sam’s window, both you and your brother twisted to around to see Micheal hanging sideways from his own room. “What the fuck?” You muttered, taking a step towards Micheal.

Sam then began to scream into the phone, begging your mom to come back home and proclaiming that someone was going to kill him. You could hear your moms shouting through the other side of the phone, you could tell how scared she was for all three of you.

“Open the window!” Micheal began to scream, hitting his fist harder against the glass every time. “Y/n! Sammy, help me!”

Sam pulled at the back of your shirt, keeping you away from the window when you started to drift to close for his liking. “Stay back!” He shouted, using his fingers to make a cross. “Stay back!”

“Sam!” You shouted, unsure which brother to help at the moment.

“You’re a vampire.” He continued to shout, “I knew you were a vampire.”

Micheal shook his head, holding onto the window seal with all his might as he tried to pursued his brother. “No im your brother,” he shouted back, hitting his fist against the glass once more. “I wouldn’t kill you, either of you. Just please open the window.”

He continued to beg, his eye boring into both you and Sam as he waited for one of your to help him. Slowly Sam took a step forward, then another until he was at the window. And in and instants he unlatched the lock and allowed Micheal inside.

You quickly rushed over to Sam’s side helping him pull Micheal through the window, each holding onto his sides with as much strength as you can muster in case he would float off if you even slightly loosened your grip.

“Thank you,” Micheal mumbled his head hung low as he gripped onto you both just as tightly. “Thank you.”

You didn’t say anything back, you just focused on holding onto your brother until he had calmed down. And even after that you continued to hold onto him, not taking the chance at letting him go for even just a second.

“How do we fix this?” Sam asked after a moment. “The flying?”

Micheal shook his head, “I don’t know, I think I’m supposed to control it but I don’t know how. Until then I may need something to keep me tethered to the ground.”

“What about moms ankle weights?” You asked, grip never letting up on your older brother.

Micheal shook his head, fingers tightening ever so slowly on both you and Sam. “I am not wearing moms ankle weights.” He told you, black curls swishing back and forth as he said did so. “I would rather float away than wear those.”

“Well I’m not gonna hold onto you the entire night, Micheal.” Sam hissed, his mind still racing over the fact that his own brother was vampire.

You tightened your hand over Micheal’s gently lifting him up on both feet, “look, Sam has already called mom. Knowing her she is already on her way freaked out, maybe if we just explained the situation to her when she gets here-“

“No, we are not telling mom.” Micheal quickly turned down, “I don’t want to bring her into the middle of this.”

“Not to be that person, Mikey, but I think she is pretty much already in the middle of this if her son is a blood sucking vampire.”

You slapped the back of Sam’s head, giving him a stern look when he met your gaze. “Look we will figure this out together, okay? We won’t bring mom into this until it is absolutely necessary, got it?” They both gave soft nod at your words. “Good, now until then we need to get Micheal back on his feet and staying on them.”

“I think I’ll be fine if you guys let me go.” Micheal told you both, gently releasing his grip ever so slowly. “I think I have a little bit of control over it now.”

“You think? Mike, we need you to know, I don’t want to be doing this for the rest of my life because you think you won’t take off like fricken Mary Poppins.” Sam scolded, releasing Micheal completely and watching as he stood still with both his feet still on the ground.

“She had an umbrella.” you stated, also watching Micheal in case he would suddenly take off. “I would have said ET.”

“ET couldn’t fly.”

“Yeah, he did.” You argued. “They had a whole scene talking about how he was stuck on earth because his flying shit stopped working.”

“No, he didn’t. He crashed on earth and they had to use a bike to get him back home.”

“Sam, that’s not what-“

“Shut up.” Micheal snapped, hitting the both of you with the back of his hand. “We have bigger issues to worry about than if ET could fucking fly.” He then gestured out Sam’s window where headlights flashed in the distance. “Moms home, so when she gets inside we are going to act like everything’s fine and that Sam just had a bad dream alright?”

“Why the hell do I have to be the one that has a problem?”

“Because I already told mom that you were freaking out about your stupid horror comics and that’s the story that we are sticking with.”

“I still don’t think-“

“Sam! Sweetheart, are you alright?”

All three of you froze, none of you heard your mom entering the house and none of you had a chance to clean the huge mess that you’d left around the house. You gently nudged Sam’s shoulder, encouraging him to answer mom before she starts to worry more than she already was.

“Yeah, mom, I’m alright. Just… uh, bad dream was all, we’ll be down in a second.” He called back after a second, he glanced back at Micheal, making sure he wasn’t Vamped out before leaving his bedroom with you and your older brother right behind him.

Sam let Micheal infront of him, not wanting to face moms worriedness just yet. “Just act normal,” Micheal told you both as he led the way to the stairs. “Mom won’t freak out if we don’t look like something was wrong.”

“Yeah, cause nothing has been wrong with tonight.” You muttered beneath your breath, trailing a foot or two behind Micheal right before you chest bumped into his back.

Micheal stopped at the top of the stairs, causing both you and Sam to run straight into him. You opened your mouth to get on to the older boy about being in the way, but whatever words you were going to say died quickly in your mouth.

Standing in the foyer of the house stood four familiar men, the smell of smoke slowly wafting up to meet your nose. You cringed in disgust.

Beside the four stood your mom, who had a warming smile plastered on her face for her house guests. “I invited them inside,” she said after no one spoke for a minute or so. “They’ll be joining us for dinner tonight.”

Shit.

A/a/n: ok so I have the next chapter majority of the way complete, all I have to do is sit down and actually write. But I wanted to kinda end this chapter that doesn’t follow the plot of the movie scene by scene, so this is probably the last chapter where it follows the movie. :)

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just so you know,, i know

in which you have been more sad recently, causing you to not want to do anything, not even hang out with your girlfriend. and she knows somethings wrong

a/n please yall this is my first angst fanfic with billie,, and i kinda used my own personal life for this guys sorry if it's specific,, use of y/n

tw depression, mentions of not eating, crying, cussing, mentions of sh, loss of family

(if you are not comfortable reading things with those topics do not be afraid to stop reading! and know im here for you. your not alone, i love you all and your here for a reason babies)

ever since you lost your dad, you haven't been acting the same. yeah, your dad wasn't around, but that doesn't change the fact that its your dad. apart of you is missing now and you wont be able to get it back.

obviously billie has been with you the whole time, but eventually she had to go because of her music and you understood that, honestly you would rather be alone, of course you loves billie being there though.

you were currently laying in your bed, surrounded by plates and cups, most of them having food in them since you couldn't bring yourself to finish them, but it made you feel overwhelmed, but you just couldn't get yourself up to clean it.

all you wanted to do is lay there and think about this, everything bad was happening to you and you don't know why.

the last time billie was at your house was around 2 days ago, and you haven't talked to her since then. you wanted to, but you didn't want to look on your phone because you knew that you would feel guilty for not responding so you didn't. you laid on your bed watching your comfort shows and youtubers over and over again until you found some sort of relaxation.

all you were thinking about is how this grief will never go away. its stuck with you forever no matter what.

eventually you'll start to live with it and continue on with how you used to be, but not right now. all you wanted was comfort but you also just didn't want to be around anyone.

a few days later, the last time you've ate was around 3 days ago and the last time you've talked to billie was 7 days ago. you missed her, and who knows what she thinks about you. hell, she probably thought you blocked her. that was why she came into your room with no notice, just showed up.

"y/n? are you okay? you haven't talked to me?-" she says, cutting herself off as she steps in your room

"hi billie" you say quietly, your voice hoarse since the last time you've talked was ages ago.

"are you okay baby?" she says to you, not worried about all the trash and plates on the floor, she immediately sits beside you, "sit up for me princess. tell me whats wrong"

your eyes immediately start to fill with tears, and before you can get a word out the tears start falling and you can't get them to stop

"its okay hun" billie says to you softly and wraps her arms around you and gently kisses your forehead.

"billie i can't-" you cut yourself off with heavy breathing.

"yes you can my love, you can breathe okay, you can talk okay, your okay." she reassures you and it helps you calm down a lot.

"are you okay now baby?" she says quietly to you.

"i think so.." you sniffle, wiping the tears from your face.

"whens the last time you've gotten up love?" she asks you, worried. all you do is just shrug in embarrassment.

"its okay baby, have you ate any today or do you want me to make you something?" she asks you in a comforting tone, she knows just how to talk to you.

"im not hungry." you protest and put your head on your knees.

she gives you a look, knowing that your lying. "what do you want me to make you baby?" she asks, cuping your cheek.

"nothing, im not hungry" you say, in a colder tone this time and she nods, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.

"are you okay my love?" she asks softly

"no bils.. i can't do this anymore." you sniffle into her shoulder, genuinely so tired.

"baby don't say that. how about you come over to my house for a few days? you can shower at my house and ill make you food and ill get you a drink at canes, i know you like their lemonade." she says and rubs your thigh.

you nod in response, you stand up for the first time in a while with the intentions to actually go out. "are you hot?" she asks you, you have on a sweatshirt and pajama pants, obviously you were sweating like a mother fucker, but you had to hide your scars.

billie knew that you struggled with this before, but she didn't know that you started again, so you had to lie and say "no im not, im cold actually"

"okay baby, do you want me to turn the heat on in the car?" she asks you

great you think, eventually your gonna have to tell her.

"noo its fine baby" you say to her quietly and she nods at you, taking you to her car.

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[love-and-deepspace-fanfic]

Rafayel Fanfic - Drunken Intimacy

This story is inspired by the 4* Rafayel card "Oceanic Nightfall," though I personally don't like how MC handles the situation, so here's a different scenario where I think things could get better.

Hope you've been enjoying my delulu so far

Imagine you just came back from a tired mission trip, and Raf has just finished throwing a party and got drunk....

Drunken Intimacy

You had just finished carefully placing your suitcase back in your bedroom after a long mission trip when you spotted a figure slumped against the sofa by the window, holding a glass of wine you had set down countless times since you saw him.

"Argh, this boozer."

You muttered under your breath. Resigned, you navigated around the remnants of a party scattered across the living room, making your way towards a collection of overflowing wine bottles. The sight of the trashed mansion after a long and tiring trip filled you with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

You'd envisioned a different homecoming with Rafayel – a walk by the lake or a visit to his favorite restaurant, as usual. But this scene was far from what you'd expected. Since arriving home, you'd been deliberately avoiding Rafayel's gaze, not wanting to betray your disappointment, even though deep down you knew he must have had his reasons.

Rafayel remained motionless on the sofa, swirling the wine in his glass. His eyes, usually sharp, held a strangely gentle glint as they met yours. An unsettling silence lingered between you, broken only by the jarring ring of a phone.

You recognized the ringtone as your own, but couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't until you spotted it lying beside Rafayel on the sofa that you realized he must have noticed your avoidance too.

You approached Rafayel with your gaze fixed elsewhere. You quickly snatched your phone and answered the call from Thomas. Just as you were about to move away to talk, Rafayel suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you down. Taken off guard, you fell onto Rafayel's lap, right as Thomas' voice echoed from the other end of the line.

"Is that […]? Are you home already?"

You shot Rafayel a glare, but his grip was firm, preventing you from moving. You sighed and switched on speakerphone to answer. "Yes, I just got back. Is there something wrong?"

“Oh, you're back already? The party organizers and I wanted to apologize to you! The party tonight was supposed to be held at the pre-booked hotel, but due to unforeseen circumstances, they couldn't accommodate us. That's why I had to ask Rafayel to let us use his place. He usually refuses these requests, but for some reason he agreed today, which is why the party ended up being such a success. Please don't blame him, he didn't want any of this. On another note, there was a sudden power outage, and by the time Rafayel chased everyone out, we couldn't clean up. We'll send some staff over tomorrow to tidy things up."

You cast a sidelong glance at Rafayel before replying, "It's alright, Thomas. I understand."

Relief washed over Thomas on the other end of the line. As he was just about to ask about your trip, the call abruptly cut out. A moment later, it dawned on Thomas that Rafayel must be sulking again.

You yourself were also taken by surprise. All you'd heard was Thomas' voice on speakerphone, and the call had just abruptly ended because somebody’s slender and beautiful fingers pressed on the disconnect button. Still sprawled across Rafayel's lap, you lifted your eyes to meet his, their gazes locking. His eyes, glazed over with intoxication, held an undeniable intensity as they looked back at you. His body burned with heat, his cheeks flushed a deep red all the way across his face to his ear. Despite the haziness in his eyes, his focus remained fixated on you. His hand reached out to take the one holding your phone, gently setting it aside before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close as if to meld you into his chest. The intensity of his grip startled you. You pushed yourself up, bracing your hands against his chest to create some space, forcing him back onto the sofa before sitting above him to catch your breath. A mix of annoyance and amusement bubbled within you.

“What is it? Are you trying to convince me that all this mess wasn't intentional?"

Rafayel remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he stared at you. His scorching hand reached out to touch yours resting on his chest. He squeezed it tightly, then began to stroke it gently, sending shivers down your spine. You realized there was something different about Rafayel today. You let him keep hold of your right hand while reaching out with your left to touch his cheek.

“Tell me," you said softly, "What’s bothering you today?”

Rafayel finally spoke, but his words were nonsensical.

“Do you think a mother turtle can climb trees now?"

What? Mother turtles?

As if lost in his own thoughts, Rafayel continued rambling. "Jellyfish must be able to walk, and sharks know how to eat grass as well."

You finally realized what he was hinting at. You sighed reluctantly, "Didn't I tell you the trip would take two weeks?"

"You said two weeks, but you came back a day late without telling me!"

Rafayel said, his voice laced with a hint of sulking. You felt a pang of guilt. You had indeed been delayed a day, preoccupied with finding a souvenir for him and forgot to inform him. This was serious… he was really upset.

You sighed and gave in, "I’m sorry…"

"We haven’t done yet!" Rafayel’s voice grew more "ferocious.”

“Do you know how annoying those people were today? The ladies with their suffocating perfume, the pot-bellied old men with their sly faces, just looking at them made me lose my appetite. But more importantly..."

Rafayel suddenly stopped, his voice dropping, gloomy

"...Without you, I don't want to do anything."

Rafayel’s hand moved from holding your hand to stroking your cheek. His eyes softened but were still filled with sadness.

“To you... it's just a day... but to me it has been long enough that I've stopped counting... until I see you again..."

Ah, it’s this topic again...

Though you knew about Rafayel’s Lemurian heritage, he rarely spoke about his distant past.

Except at times like this.

Sometimes, you wondered what had happened to make Rafayel show such pain, and you had a feeling it was connected to you...

Maybe you would never be able to change or control what had happened in the past, but at least, at this moment...

Putting your thoughts aside, you leaned down, your hands gently touching Rafayel’s handsome face and then placing a kiss on his forehead. You kissed him deeply and forcefully on his forehead as if to create your own "protective" mark.

"Do you know what kissing the forehead is for?"

You leaned your elbows on his chest and gently stroked the mark you had just left,

“This is a mark only for those who need to be protected. I don't know what you've been through, but as long as I'm here, I'll be your bodyguard, protect you like how you 'hired' me before."

You looked at him and smiled mischievously, making Rafayel sink into his old distant memories.

The girl in the Lemurian outfit, radiant as the sun, smiled and declared that she would give him everything. He was her belief, and she would become his faith. She always stood on an equal footing with him, never backing down.

While reminiscing about that distant memory, Rafayel felt a gentle pat on his face. You were staring at him with scrutinizing eyes. Before Rafayel could even react, you had pressed down on him. Seeing his ears gradually turn red, you blew gently on it and teased,

"But let me warn you, my bodyguard fees aren’t cheap."

[lovie2mist]

Because I said so...: Gyeong-seok x Hyun-ju pt. 2

hello, everyone! I would like to thank everybody for their support on the first part.

admittedly, I'm writing this on whim, i don't have any plans whatsoever about the exact flow of this fanfic.

If suddenly i stop writing parts, i give my apologies in advance. I'm not a writer nor am i used to doing ff besides the occasional drabbles.

with that being said, i am grateful for everyone that reads this.

I hope you like this one!

Genre: Fluff, first meet

Warning: internalized transphobia, insecurities, trauma bonding

A run-around the aquarium leads to more than looking at fishes. Gyeong-seok discovers that the waves of the past can bring someone back into his arms.

"Na-yeon! Be careful!"

Gyeong-seok heaves a breath as he begrudgingly stands up straight. Having a cute little girl as his daughter is the most precious gift that the world has ever given him, but god, he would be lying if he said it wasn't tiring.

After recovering, it's no surprise that Na-yeon gained enough energy to run past a horse in a race. As the joyful 6-year-old that she was, this involved a lot of running; unfortunately for her father, this required him to run as well.

He was in no way fit enough to run around inside the aquarium park to prevent his daughter from getting lost. The little girl now looking at the turtles surrounded by other runaway children. Gyeong-seok looks around to see other parents chasing their breath as they grow tired of running after their little ones.

He lets out a chuckle as he sees a mother start to drag her son away from the screen; he hears the kid let out a whine as he waves goodbye to the hatchling near the glass, which was also being led away by an adult turtle. He slowly walks up to his daughter, her eyes shining brightly as a turtle starts to flip around, causing havoc towards its mates. "Look, Papa! She bumped into the other one!" Gyeong-seok looks at what she's pointing to. "She must've been so embarrassed. He doesn't seem to mind though," he says as the turtles lean into a kiss before swimming away.

"I think it's time to get some food now, yes?" Gyeong-seok brought his hand to pat her hair as he saw excitement in her face. "WAFFLES!" Na-yeon shouts, jumping up and down before sprinting to the exit.

"Na-yeon, wait—"

Gyeong-seok was about to run after her when he felt someone collide with his chest; in reflex, he wrapped his arm around the person.

"Oh! Sorry!" The stranger says in Korean as she whips her head to look at him. "No wo—"

click

Time stops. He heard a camera flash, murmurs all around them; still, he couldn't take his eyes off of the woman in his arms. It's as if he was frozen on the spot as he stares at her dark brown ones; the parting of her mouth, the furrow in her eyebrows, the recognition in her eyes, he knows she felt frozen as well.

"Gyeong-seok...?" she whispers, her back still pressed onto his chest. Gyeong-seok's arm tightened around her waist.

Gyeong-seok's heart swoons at Hyun-ju saying his name.

Moments pass—minutes, hours? He couldn't care less. Having Hyun-ju in his arms was enough to dull out everything around them. He swears he could hear music as they continue to stare into each other's eyes.

"Hyun-ju... I–"

"Papa, what are you doing?"

Their eyes widen as they slowly turn their heads to look at the girl beside them. A small, awkward smile crawled up their faces as the little girl stared at them. "Hi..., they said in unison. Gyeong-seok looked around, only to see everyone staring at them; he hears a whistle coming from somewhere behind them as teasing noises filled the area. They immediately remove themselves from the hold as the commotion died down.

Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok let out a nervous laugh as they look at everything but each other, too embarrassed from what just happened. "Papa?" Na-yeon asked as she looked back and forth between the two adults.

Snapping back into reality, Gyeong-seok made his way towards his daughter, holding a waffle with a big bite already on it. "Oh! Na-yeon, this is umm... Hyun-ju. She's Papa's friend."

Hyun-ju turns her head to the father and daughter, eyes wide as she smiles at the little one. "Hello, I'm Hyun-ju." She walks up to the two, timid as she always was. She could feel her heart beating loudly from under her clothes; a blush was surely evident on her face, the same one as the ones on Gyeong-seok's cheeks.

Na-yeon stares at her, making her feel conscious about the way she looks. She's a lot more feminine now since the last time that she talked to Gyeong-seok, but nevertheless, she's still who she was, and kids can be cruel when they want to. She nervously played with her hands as she waited for the little girl to say something.

Gyeong-seok looks at Hyun-ju, still feeling as weak as he was years ago. He's such a fool, and right in front of his daughter no less.

After a while, Na-yeon opens her mouth to speak, "You're really pretty. Are you my new mommy?" The little girl donned a serious look on her face as the two adults were rendered speechless at Na-yeon's question.

The two looked at each other again, this time in disbelief. "Sweetie, that's...," Gyeong-seok starts as he feels his heart hammering in his chest. For God's sake, he just met her again. His face bright red as he stammers out an explanation to his daughter on why it's not right to ask questions like that while also trying his best not to look stupid to the really pretty girl (as Na-yeon had said) beside him.

Gyeong-seok heard a chuckle, making him pause the lecture that he was giving his daughter. That wonderful, oh-so-enchanting laugh came from Hyun-ju.

She snorts out loud as she watches the scene in front of her, feeling lighter than before as she takes in the sight in front of her. The lights from the aquarium swarm around them. "Thank you, sweet girl. You're really pretty too," Hyun-ju says as she rubs the top of the little girl's head. "What's your name?" She straightens the hairband on her hair. "My name's Na-yeon," Na-yeon said, a huge smile on her face, pulling her other hand out to shake Hyun-ju's hand, which the older woman takes with delight. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Na-yeon."

Gyeong-seok can't help but feel relief and bliss at how things are playing out right now. The scene before could not be any better.

"To answer your question, Na-yeon, we have to ask your father about that," Gyeong-seok's eyes widen as the two girls look at him, Hyun-ju with mirth in her eyes, Na-yeon with anticipation. Na-yeon pulls on her father's arm, "Papa, is she my new mommy?" Gyeong-seok looks at Hyun-ju, shock running through his body as she smirks at him. "Y-y-you see Na-yeon– umm— that's ahhh—" he stutters as Hyun-ju tries to hide her laugh.

Na-yeon just stares at Gyeong-seok, face beaming at the thought of having a mom. Taking pity on the man, Hyun-ju linked her arms with his, making him turn his attention to her. "We should go somewhere to eat, hmm? I don't think that waffle is enough to keep you full." Na-yeon squealed as she started to list all of the places that she wanted to try.

As the kid went on and on, Gyeong-seok couldn't help but look at Hyun-ju; again, god, he's so whipped. Hyun-ju looked back at him as well. Their eyes softened as they admired each other, relishing the reality that the other one is there, finally, in arm's reach.

"It's good to see you again, Player 120."

The smile on Hyun-ju's face widens as her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

"I'm here, Player 246."

Time stops for a moment, and then suddenly they're laughing. "Okay, let's go. Na-yeon might wander off by herself again," Gyeong-seok said between laughs as they walked behind the little girl, her strawberry headband moving out of place.

And im leaving it at that for the moment.

I know the warnings are a bit too much than the actual happenings in the story at the moment but they're all inevitable as the story progresses.

I hope you liked this one! Thank you for reading!

[homeofatlas]

Wasted Days

Summary: Being in the public eye isn’t easy. Especially when you’re in love with your best friend. 

Authors note: Y'all.......I'm sorry this has been sitting half finished forever and i just needed to get it done and out there. Not edited. Also yes this is lowkey based on that line from call me by your name. but not really but inspired from it.

Word Count: 3.2k

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Being somewhat famous isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You loved the fans' sweet messages, the way they encouraged you and supported you when you had bad games, and how much dedication went into the edits and the fanpages. You’d even be lying if you said you hadn’t looked up your own name on tumblr to see if their was any fanfic of you. It flattered you, all these people you didn’t know idolising you and watching your interviews. What you didn’t appreciate was how they began to read into your relationship with your best friend. Could you call it reading into when they were just calling it like they saw it? It’s hardly their fault whenever you and elisa posted pictures of your excursions or you had interviews together you were staring at her like she’s hung the moon and the stars. It seemed quite rude of them to have to point that out though, in your opinion. 

The recent influx of comments asking whether or not you two were dating made your heart beat faster in your chest. Surely there must be something there that other people can see and you aren’t just making it all up in your head, right? If not then it’s blatantly obvious for the entire internet to see how in love you are with your best friend, Elisa. You honestly can’t help the way you allegedly look at her. You’ve tried to rein it in, you’ve tried to like other people, you’ve tried to not tell anyone and make it go away. But apparently no matter where you go as soon as anyone sees you interact with her it’s like you’ve got I’m in love with her tattooed on your forehead. 

During your professional football career you’d been at Montpellier with Elisa for a year before she’d left to join PSG. Giving you just enough time to learn everything about the girl and fall in love with her, convince yourself she might feel the same way, and then be heartbroken about her transfer. You’d kept in contact and tried to see her as regularly as possible but with training and games and travelling it’d been difficult until one day when you got the call from your agent telling you PSG wanted to sign you. Immediately you’d said yes in every way but in formal writing. 

Upon your first connection with the PSG team they’d noticed something was different about you. The way your hug reuniting with Elisa lasted longer than it potentially should have. The way she was more distracted with you around. The way she stuck to you like glue and smiled more than she had before. You’d gotten into the habit of constantly being around each other again. When you two played together there was no stopping you. You could read what the other was thinking before they did it. It was like watching one person be split into two bodies. Unfortunately none of these things made your crush on her go away or dull even a little. That old saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”? They had a point. 

In your time away from Elisa you’d forgotten the way her eyes crinkle when she smiled and the sound of her voice without the glitchiness of the phone. Constantly being around her again made everything better and worse at the same time. You were so screwed it wasn’t even funny. Which is why it took less than three weeks for the girls to corner you and ask about your relationship with Elisa. They’d assumed something had happened in the past or you were currently together. Either way that had been your first inkling you weren’t hiding your feelings as well as you tried to. Realistically there was only so much you could do before you started to avoid the girl or be constantly dead faced. You couldn’t help smiling at her the way you did or being the one she ran to when she scored a goal. If you’re being honest, it’s her fault for being so loveable. What were you supposed to do?

Pulling into the PSG parking lot you ready yourself for the teasing you know you’ll face. Elisa posted a photo last night which showcased you two looking awfully close together while on a night out with the team. You’d already skimmed the comments and they were the same on every post which had the two of you together. 

“Are Elisa and Y/N together?”

“They are such a cute couple!”

“My OTP”

Yeah, you thought bitterly, mine too. Scanning the parking lot to see which of the girls were already getting ready your eyes landed on Elisas car. Knowing she’s already there puts a pep in your step. Walking towards the change rooms weaving into corridors and making turns you come up on the hallway before the change room. You can hear voices inside speaking with one of the voices distinctly agitated. As you move to enter you hear your name. It’s Jackie and Elisa speaking about you. Deciding to wait for a moment, you want to hear what they’re talking about. You hear Elisas voice cut through the tense silence. 

“Drop it Jackie, we’re just friends. I don’t have feelings for her and I never have. Plus if anything was going to happen don’t you think it would have by now? We’ve been friends for years.” 

You can practically see the face Elisas disbelieving face as someone once again questions the nature of your relationship. Are you really so bad she can’t even see how someone else could see the two of you together? Your stomach turns at the thought. It never gets easier to see her with other people, or hear her refer to your love as being strictly platonic. It never feels strictly platonic whenever you shiver and she immediately throws an arm around you pulling you into her side. Or when she grabs you to tell you something when she could have called your name to grab your attention. Or when she cracks a joke and she looks at you first to see if you’re smiling. Those moments rarely feel entirely platonic. 

The words straight from her mouth saying she hasn’t got feelings for you makes you want to turn around and call in sick for training but you have to get over this at some point. You have to learn your place in Elisas life, her longtime friend, perhaps even her best friend. Not her lover. The realisation never hurts less despite the dozens of times you’ve come to it.

You give it a couple more minutes letting the conversation truly die out before walking in as though you hadn’t heard a thing. As you walk in you notice the way Jackie glances between you two. You’re sure your melancholy is written on your face, everything always is. You avert your gaze before she can decipher why. Thankfully she’s quiet while you change silently you really can't handle any teasing right now. Small bits of you break off every time you have to tell someone you and Elisa are just friends. Going up to the pitch and beginning to warm up Elisas words are still ringing in your head. Day 1067 (roughly) wasted thinking of a girl who doesn’t want you back. Story of my life, you think to yourself. 

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A team dinner is the last place you want to be tonight. It’s good for bonding but you’re attached to Elisas side the whole time anyways. You aren’t sure you can get anymore bonded to her. You wonder how much of it is you sticking close to her and how much of it is her keeping you close. You wonder how far you’d get before she pulled you back into her orbit. Not very far, you reckon. 

Sakina slides into the seat opposite of you. You’d say her grin is wolfish but her features are too soft for the term. 

“So you two looked pretty comfy on instagram the last couple of posts. Anything you’d like to share with the team?”

Your eyes flicker to Elisa beside you only to find her making eye contact with Jackie a couple people down. Whatever telepathic conversation they’re having right now makes your chest burn. You’re supposed to be the only one who knows her that well. Your mouth is filled with a bitter taste and something clenches and flexes in your chest. You look down trying to contain yourself before replying to Sakinas comment. 

“We hang out a lot, sue us.”

You can feel Elisa nod more than you see it. 

“Plus Y/ns a good photo taker I’ve got to put her skills to use when I have them!” She says jokingly. She leans forward in her chair propping one elbow up on the table the other coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You glance to the side meeting her eyes and smile. Yes keep your focus on me, the beast in your chest sighs and relaxes. 

“Yeah but she’s been here for a while now. You’d think you guys would be sick of each other. I mean you’ve been friends for so long. What else do you even have to talk about?” 

You have a feeling it's time for Sakina to start drinking water. Luckily Elisa saves you from having to answer again. 

“Anything, everything, whatever we feel like mostly. Sometimes we talk about nothing at all and it’s the best conversation I'll have all day.”

See? It’s stuff like that which makes you wanna scream and shout and call bullshit on being platonic. 

It's like watching everything you've ever worked for go down the drain as Sakinas eyes light up. Something in her brain seems to scream BINGO!

“So have you guys ever….you know?” She looks between you two, clearly hinting at something. “Clearly you’re great together and have been in the same places at the same times coincidentally.”

Yeah coincidentally, you think. 

Elisa leans back in her chair seemingly nonchalantly, “I mean I liked her when we were younger but it was never the right time.” She shrugs as if she hasn’t just blown up the ground you’re standing on. 

“I mean we were young and starting out in our careers, we didn’t know where we’d go. There was no point in saying anything at that point.” You try to recover. Jumping in so it seems like you’re also unbothered and knew this information. You might pass out. It feels like the lights got brighter than they were a minute ago. 

Sakina puts down her drink and seems to take a pause before replying. She goes unnaturally still for a moment before she relaxes and looks between you two with a confidence you see projected towards crowds but rarely in spaces with her friends. You’re starting to think she’a lot more sober than she’s let on and this a massive ploy or some sick fucking prank you’re the victim of. 

“So why aren’t you now?”

Oh, Fuck. 

Damage control. 

Act like this is the first time you’ve thought of this. 

You see Elisas eyes darken and an intense look in her eye directed at Sakina which the girl seems to pointedly ignore instead putting on a vague attitude of indifference which seems to suggest she’s just come to an observation, not blown up your carefully constructed weird homoerotic friendship. 

“We could never jeopardise our friendship.” Elisa answers lamely. 

You feel nauseous. Someone might need to call an ambulance because you aren’t sure if your heart has beat at all in the past five minutes. You’ve got to get out of here, you need to be alone. Just as that crosses your mind, a warm palm goes to rubbing circles on your lower back. You know she’s trying to soothe you but right now she’s a match stick and you're an old crumpled newspaper. Glancing back you give Elisa a tight smile before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, instead you walk out the front door and go home. 

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You aren’t expecting to hear from her. She’s made it abundantly clear in the last 12 hours she values your relationship but strictly as friends and used to like you but doesn’t anymore? You sigh, needing a minute to shut your brain off. 

So when there’s a knock at the door you’re confused about who's at your door on a thursday night at almost 11 pm, you know it’s the one person who would’ve noticed you slip away. 

She’s the last person you want to see and the first one you want to go to about all of this. Being in love with your best friend is too frustrating, you think as you unlock the door. 

“You left.” She’s pouting in your hallway. 

“I’ve filled my quota of hearing why I’m not relationship material to you today. Thanks, come back tomorrow.” Crap. You’re tired and you just want to go to bed, it slipped out. 

“So this is about dinner?”

You’ve had enough. 

At 11:08 pm on day 1067 (roughly) of being in love with Elisa you’ve decided you’ve had enough. 

“It’s about us. I’ve loved you for a quarter of forever and I've spent all day listening to the ways you don’t like me in front of our teammates so excuse me if i had enough and came home.” 

“Can I come in? This feels like an inside conversation, not a hallway conversation.”

You hate how she’s right and how she places her jacket on the hook that’s unofficially hers. When you turn and she’s made your home hers. She does that a lot, gets into your stuff and makes it her own. Your heart was the first thing she ever did too. 

The moment you make eye contact with her again, it comes spilling out. 

“I’ve loved you since forever. Honestly I can't pinpoint a specific moment in time where I knew I was in love. But when I listen to music there’s montages of your smile running through my head and your spirit feels like everything good in the world. Violins and guitars remind me of you. You’re music. You’re art. I love you, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn’t.” Everythings comes out of Elisa at rapid fire. You’re left blinking at her tiredly. 

Word’s have done enough today. You’re too tired to talk. You walk over to her and tangle her hands with yours. Her fingers run along the sides of yours and you’ve never felt simultaneously at home and like you're on a rollercoaster. You love that feeling best when you’re with Elisa, she makes everything down to going on a walk feel like an adventure but also like you’re coming home and taking off your shoes and falling into bed when you’re tired. Safe, you realise, she makes you feel safe. No one ever felt this much like home before. In fact, you think if there is a home where all the atoms in the universe started your’s would be next to hers. 

She pulls you closer to her body and before you can register it you feel a soft kiss, tentative kiss on your lips. It feels so right. You’ve always felt like your bodies were made to fit together and now you have confirmation. 

“Sorry, I had to do that, I couldn't wait any longer.” 

You hum at the sentiment. 

She pulls away before bumping your foreheads together and letting it rest there. You love how Elisa knows you. Kissing is great but you know there’s more way to be intimate in a moment without you being attached to each other. Sitting here in this silence with her is filling your lungs with life again. You hadn’t noticed how little air you’d been breathing before, now every breath is a big heave and you’re trying to fill all your senses with her. You can see her, you can hear her breaths, you can feel her warmth against you, you can smell her, you can taste the chapstick she keeps in her car. This is where you’re supposed to be, you’ve never been more sure of anything. 

Her hand comes up to cup the side of your face. Speaking quietly she utters,

“We wasted so many days.” 

She sounds like she's laughing at the irony of it all. You know her well enough to detect the hint of bitterness in her voice. You think back to all the days you spent throwing her longing looks, waiting until she looked away or turned to look back at her. Everytime she smiled or laughed or frowned and they all went into a file to document exactly what she looked like. When you were younger and she would run up to hug you after a goal or the late night phone calls or the times where the moment hung just long enough for you to consider saying something. A light on the dark sea looking for a boat to say I see you, come home to me, I'll keep you safe. You wouldn’t trade any of those moments for the world. 

“No, my love,” you whisper back bringing your own hand up to clutch hers, “I haven’t wasted a single day loving you. You make me feel like I’m somebody when I'm next to you. I don’t care about how many goals or assists I have, none of that matters. I don’t need to be somebody to anyone, I want to be someone to you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

You love her so much it’s utterly overwhelming, you can feel your throat beginning to close up. Sometimes it’s hard for you to tell her you love her because she means so much to you. Words could never portray how essential she is to your being. All you can do is hold her and try to give her the same sense of safety and wonder she gives you. Your hands tightly grip hers. You can feel her lips ghosting over the skin of your face. Her warm and heavy presence reminds you that this moment isn’t a dream. 

You feel her press small kisses from your temple to your hairline, her hand moving to cradle the back of your head. Eventually she trails her kisses along your nose before hovering over your mouth where you meet her to connect your lips again. This kiss isn’t as soft as the last. This is the kiss which tells you she’s waited long enough to have you, she isn’t going to waste another moment. Your arms creep up to wind around her neck pulling her closer to you. A deep inhale from your nose tells her you don’t want to let go just as much as her. With a small bite to your lower lip, you knew you’d been right in assuming your chemistry would translate to the physical side of the potential relationship. 

Pulling away with great effort you ask her to stay over tonight. 

She replies by kissing you harder than before. 

Perfect, you think, you’re not going to waste one more day.

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What did you call me?

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Aaron Hotchner x plus size fem!reader

NSFW Minors dni please

Warning(s): some angst, yearning, details about graphic crime scenes, strip clubs/sex clubs.

When Dom/sub couples begin to show up murdered mid-coital, the BAU team is brought in to solve the case. But as more couples are found and the unsub remains undetected, it becomes an undercover mission. The posing Dom/sub couple in question? Your intimidating, attractive boss and you.

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Hey everyone, welcome to my first fanfic! I used to write and post stuff back in 2018ish but it was a different fandom. I've not written and posted anything tho since then so I'm a bit nervous! But idk I just got back into cm recently and I saw Hotch and my brain was like oh yeah 👁️👁️ (I used to be a Spencer girlie) and I've mostly written stuff for myself but I decided imma start doing stuff on here too! I hope you enjoy and lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future writings 🥰 side note, I'm a fat gal so I will probably centre most of my stuff around plus size readers cuz there's not enough of it for plus size Hotch girlies 😔 but technically anyone can read and enjoy it! This was getting extremely long so I'm splitting it into three parts so here's the first one! Anyway, enjoy 💅

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The feeling of something blunt lightly bounced against your forehead, making you blink a few times and rub the area with your hand.

"Hey... Who did that?" You grumbled, eyes darting from one face of your coworkers to the next. Three of them all pointed towards the culprit and as your eyes drifted back to him you were met with a cheeky grin on the charming, dark-skinned man's face.

"You were spaced out, sugar." Derek Morgan said. "Got a lot on your mind?"

"Got a lot of him on her mind, more like." A voice cut in smugly, flustering you in an instant, your heart beginning to race. Your eyes flicked to Prentiss, the pristine raven haired woman was smirking at you, her eyes glinting. You squeaked and shifted in your office chair nervously.

"No, Em! Just... couldn't sleep last night."

The weak explanation didn't help, it only widened the smirk on Prentiss' face as she leaned forward.

"Oh? Do tell us more."

"There's nothing to say!" You abruptly turned to the casefile that lay open on your slightly messy desk and tried to ignore the movement at the corner of your eye; Emily was shuffling her chair over to you, no doubt still with that annoying smirk on her face.

"Oh it sure sounds like there is though."

Before you had the chance to defend yourself an all too familiar voice demanded everyone's attention and subsequently caused a shiver to trickle down your spine. Your hands gripped onto your chair.

"My team; in the conference room now. We have a case." Your unit chief spoke. All heads turned to the direction of a slightly elevated walkway where a sharply dressed man stood for a mere moment, locking eyes with yours, before he began walking briskly towards the mentioned conference room.

Fuck. Hotch was wearing your favourite suit and tie today and a few stray wisps of his short, dark hair stubbornly lay over his forehead, no matter how often he must have tried to push them up off his face. Everyday was harder than the previous working with that man. The moment you'd attended your interview months ago, sitting in front of the brooding man, you knew you were fucked. Yes, you had been eager to join the famed BAU unit and were grateful for the opportunity that arose but you'd be lying if another reason you eagerly answered all the questions prompted to you in that interview wasn't because you were instantly attracted to Aaron Hotchner. However, that was almost a year ago now and you were struggling with your growing attraction to the man the more you were around him. Your coworkers and friends certainly were no help, given they'd soon caught onto your crush.

A hand waved in front of your face and you blinked.

"Time to go, lovergirl." Prentiss teased and you sighed, quickly joining the others as they made their way to the case briefing. You needed to focus.

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Landing in Chicago a few hours later, the team were thrust into a gnarly investigation involving couples being murdered in their hotel rooms mid-coital. The crime scene photos were hard to look at, to say the least. Setting up a base of operations in the police department didn't take too long and currently you were in the midst of interviewing family members of the deceased along with Hotch at his insistence. It wasn't often that you took part in these interviews, even less often did Hotch ever team you up with him. Quite frankly, it made you feel a little nervous, but there was no way you'd question his decision. And certainly, you did not miss the subtle smug look Emily gave you as you trailed after the man you thought about way too much.

Sitting beside him in the SUV, just the two of you alone made your head feel a little bit floaty as you tried your best to remain as stoic as possible, reminding yourself of the details of the case so far and of the little bits of information from the families you'd spoken to. Even with the effort there was no preventing the permeating scent of his cologne and a hint of his own natural musk from scrambling your brain. He smelled good, too good, and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel from the quick glances you dared peek developed a heat to coil within the depths of your lower abdomen.

"Are you alright?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts. You felt flushed.

"H-huh?" You felt dumbstruck, all because of him. He exhaled through his nose sharply, clearly dissatisfied with your response.

"You're distracted."

Oh. Of course he could pick up on it. You shifted in your seat, subtly rubbing your plump thighs together.

"I'm okay, I guess I've not had enough to drink today though. I'll get some water when we head back to the station." Not a lie, technically. You'd forgotten your bottle of water you normally had ready to fill up to take on cases. Hotch hummed, the sound deep and making you clench between your thighs.

"I did notice you didn't have your water like you usually do. I should have said something." He said. Wait, he noticed? You didn't think he picked up on things about you, he didn't often appear to pay attention to you besides on a strictly professional level. But as you turned your head to him in surprise his brows were furrowed in frustration, as though annoyed with himself for not saying anything.

"Oh no, it's fine. I've been a bit of a scatterbrain as of late." You admitted sheepishly, a little smile on your lips. Hotch glanced at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, then back to your eyes, making your breath hitch.

"Anything I can do to help?"

You bit your lip, your mind flooded with a whole array of thoughts that you knew you shouldn't be having about your boss. He didn't know he was the reason you were so distracted, desperate to feel his lips on yours, on your body and his hands on your skin, his fingers inside you. Fuck. You needed to get it together, for goodness' sake. You quickly glanced back towards the road.

"Ah, no. I'm okay, sir. I'll sort myself out." You murmured, missing the way his knuckles whitened under the pressure of his grip on the wheel.

"Don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything."

You tried not to think of what you wanted him to do to you, instead humming in response.

"Thank you, sir."

You needed to get out of this damn car as soon as possible.

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Immediately upon returning to the station you rushed off to find a vending machine so you could grab a bottle of water. As soon as you had your hands on the cold, plastic bottle you were gulping down the cool liquid, not realising just how flushed you felt.

"Whoa, slow down there, (L/n)!" You heard JJ's voice from behind you and you turned, pulling the bottle from your mouth wide-eyed. The blonde woman looked slightly alarmed. "Are you okay?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I just forgot to bring water so I kinda got a bit dehydrated I think." You explain quickly. JJ frowned a little.

"You'd better be careful next time. And don't drink too quickly, you could accidentally choke."

You smiled sheepishly under her scolding and screwed the lid back on.

"Sorry, I'll drink slower."

JJ led you back to the office where you found the familiar sight of Spencer pouring over a map of the area. Pieces of string had been wrapped around pins indicating the last locations victims were seen and the scenes of their murders, no clear pattern in sight as there sometimes was. On one of the tables lay several empty paper coffee cups, a few rings of spilled coffee staining the surface top. He was speaking quietly to another member of the team, David Rossi, and Hotch; of whom stood beside the young Doctor with his arms folded across his chest, inevitably tightening the suit over his physique. You forced yourself to focus on the map.

Not long after your arrival you heard two sets of footsteps trudge into the room.

"No employees or frequent customers that are of note. We have nothing." Derek huffed as he made his way over to one of the chairs and slumped down into it. Emily joined you and JJ, her face appeared neutral but you could tell there was a hint of annoyance behind it. You heaved a deep sigh and felt eyes on you which made you instinctively seek out who it was, only to be startled when your eyes met deep brown ones, almost black in the artificial lighting. Hotch didn't look away, instead holding your gaze until you quickly turned away, feeling embarrassed.

"There has to be something that connects them all." Rossi said. Your eyes drifted across the map, narrowing a little. There had to be a mutual place that all these couples had been to in the final week leading up to their deaths. Somewhere that couples who enjoy sexual relations more than the average couple would go. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly scrolled through your contacts until you found the one you were looking for. As you pressed dial you put the call on loudspeaker it merely rang once before there was an answer.

"Hello, you've reached the hotline for the simply fantabulous Penelope Garcia; how may I assist you?" A bubbly voice filtered through. All eyes were on the phone as you placed it on the table in front of you.

"Hiya, babe, I have a request for you. We're trying to find a link between the couples but so far nothing has cropped up. But I have a theory," you spoke, feeling a little awkward at what you were about to say. "Uhm, do you think you could try search for any strip clubs or even straight up sex clubs in the area? Easily accessible or possibly a more hidden club?"

You could feel his eyes on you again but you tried hard to stare at the phone. Garcia gasped from the other end of the line, but the sound of nails on a keyboard reassured you she was already on the case. Beside you, you felt Emily poke you and you lightly shoved her with your wide hip.

"Oh wow, I did not think I would be looking at this sort of thing today. But lucky you, I have a whole list of places! I-" there was clicking, followed by another gasp. "Oh my! That is certainly a homepage! You have no idea about the things I'm seeing right now, well, I mean I'll be sending these to you anyway but gosh! I'm going to do a thorough clean of my history once this case-"

"-Garcia, focus." Hotch said firmly and you heard a quick apology from the other end of the line. He moved to lean over the table, propping himself up with his hands as he took charge of the phone call. "We need security footage from these locations. Whatever you can give us, we'll take it."

More clacking of nails, you tried not to stare at your boss as he leered over your phone, forcing yourself to look away from his straining suit, the dangling tie, his large hands. Horrifically, you instead met eyes with the oldest of the group, Rossi, who had clearly caught you ogling Hotch from the glint in his experienced eyes and the twitch at the corner of his mouth. Shit. You could only hope no one else had witnessed your blatancy. Thankfully, Garcia's voice came through again.

"I'm sending over whatever footage I can find as well as the addresses to the establishments now."

You reached across the table, hyper aware of how close you were to Hotch as you took hold of your phone. He studied you carefully when you hurried backwards, swallowing thickly. You cleared your throat.

"Thanks, babe, you're a star." You said.

"Well of course, I'm your star." Garcia responded cheerily and the line went dead. Hotch straightened up and pulled his suit back into place, turning to address everyone.

"We need to review the footage and find out which location all the victims visited at some point within the last few weeks, then we can make a plan of action." He was stern as he spoke, hands in his pockets and his shoulders squared. There was a mutual noise of agreement from everyone and you all split into smaller groups around the monitors in the room. Hotch disappeared off to find the chief of police and you couldn't help but let your eyes follow him as he rushed out of the room, eyes transfixed on the tight fabric of his dress pants.

"Girl, you aren't even hiding it." You heard Derek say and you huffed, walking over to Spencer and sitting down next to him. He offered you an awkward smile and shuffled his chair to the side so you could get closer to the computer he was working on.

"Shut up, Derek." You muttered and he chuckled.

"I'm just saying, you should probably talk to him."

Your eyes widened in horror.

"Excuse me?"

Spencer cleared his throat.

"I agree, It's a bit obvious that he's interested in you too." He said softly and you huffed, shuffling your chair closer to the table and leaning towards the computer screen.

"Stop saying ridiculous things like that, both of you. We have work to do anyway."

Derek stepped back with his hands raised in surrender before retreating back to the computer he was situated at whilst Spencer simply watched you carefully, frowning a little.

It was dangerous for you to even dare think of such things. There were so many reasons why you couldn't let your mind go there. If not for the ethical reason due to his and your job statuses, then maybe because he was much older than you with a son. But also you'd seen photos of his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend and you certainly didn't look like his type. Not slender, not sleek like they were. You didn't think he was a shallow man but you'd also dealt with disappointment after disappointment with how others had treated you based on your appearance. You had to keep yourself safe, so your attraction for your boss would remain nothing more than a secret from him. You sighed softly as the young man beside you clicked on the first video footage from one of the private sex clubs. There was no more time to waste.

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The following few hours were downright miserable, viewing video, after video of footage from various clubs until you felt as though your eyes and your brain would melt out of your head. Finally, however, Emily made a noise of alarm, mouth full of cheap coffee, and alerted everyone to her computer. Swallowing the burning, bitter liquid, she retracted the footage a little and replayed it.

"Look, It's the Smiths! The first couple to be murdered. They came in to this very exclusive private sex club at the end of last month." She said hurriedly. In the slightly fuzzy camera quality indeed the couple waltzed into the lobby of the facility and approached the reception desk.

"Fast forward the feed." You heard Hotch say, causing goosebumps to bristle across your skin. You knew he had returned at some point but didn't expect him to stand right beside you. Someone made a call to Garcia and she confirmed with her database that it was indeed the couple. Further analysis of the footage from days afterwards showed that every single of the other couples had also been to this sex club too shortly before they were murdered. And yet they had no indication still of who was the murderer.

The day was drawing in at this point but as a final task before anyone would return to the hotel, Hotch sent out Morgan and Prentiss to the club to ask some questions, something that you couldn't help but chuckle at. The raven haired woman narrowed her eyes slightly at you.

"Laugh all you want but I'd be careful if I were you." She warned but you simply smirked.

"Don't have too much fun now, you two." You said cheerily, Morgan raised a brow at you and then the two were off begrudgingly. You felt JJ sidle up beside you.

"You know she will get you back." She murmured and you shrugged.

"She doesn't scare me."

"She scares me a little." Spencer said aloud, causing the two of you to turn your heads in his direction. He flushed, ducking his head slightly. "I- uh, well you know how she is."

"I wouldn't think you were intimidated by her, Spence, I mean you're the one who won the prank war with Morgan." JJ said, chuckling. A small smile tugged at his mouth.

"I wouldn't cross Emily, though."

You hummed and pushed up out of your chair.

"Well anyway, either of you want a hot drink?" You offered. JJ smiled.

"Oh no, thank you." As Spencer opened his mouth to respond she lifted a finger up at him. "Ah- you definitely don't need anymore coffee at this time of day."

A quiet giggle passed your lips and you turned to head to the kitchenette of the station.

"I'm not getting involved."

Walking out of the office you crossed the police department, avoiding any officers who still remained within the building, and came to a pause in the entryway of the kitchen, dipping away from the doorway out of sight. The two oldest members of the team were in a deep conversation, Hotch with his back to the door and Rossi facing the direction you were in. They spoke quietly, you knew you shouldn't listen in and yet you couldn't help it.

"Stop being absurd. What makes you think I'd even consider doing that?" Hotch hissed, his voice barely audible from where you were.

"Come on, Aaron, you can't keep this going forever. You know that." Rossi countered. There were more words said but were too quiet for you to decipher. That was until Hotch spoke a little louder again, sounding more frustrated.

"I am not currently wishing to be involved with anyone like that, Dave. I just can't."

In an instant you felt your heart in your throat, your eyes stinging.

Oh.

You felt stupid. Of course he wasn't interested in dating anyone. Even despite closely guarding your feelings for Hotch to be nothing further than a personal crush that he would never find out about it still hurt knowing you never had a chance to begin with.

Walking a few steps away from the kitchen, you made a point of entering the kitchen area, feigning surprise as your eyes landed on the two men in the room. Clearly, your entrance startled them, particularly him, who looked a little guilty before the slight expression glossed over with stern stoicism. Hotch glanced away, turning to Rossi.

"I'll see you at the hotel." He muttered and then he was brushing past you, his hand grazing your arm slightly and his scent consuming your senses. And then he was gone, all that remained was the slight coolness of his absence. You swallowed thickly but tried to mask your emotions from the seasoned agent still remaining.

"Coffee? There's some left still, maybe enough for one last cup." Rossi said softly. You smiled slightly as you approached him but shook your head.

"Ah no, thank you. I'm going to have tea. It's way too late for coffee, don't you think?"

The man hummed, watching you carefully. You suspected he had seen you earlier, that you'd heard the conversation but you didn't feel like talking about it.

"I hope you know that if you ever need someone to lend an ear that I'm always willing to listen."

Your hands faltered slightly during sorting out putting a tea bag in a clean mug. Your eyes flicked to the side at Rossi briefly.

"I know that."

"I know you heard what you think you heard but-"

"-Let's not- We aren't talking about this." You cut him off shakily, stopping yourself before you poured the hot water into the mug. "There's nothing to say about it."

You turned away from the kitchen counter to lean against it, rubbing your tired eyes with your palms. Rossi sighed quietly.

"You didn't catch the whole conversation." He tried after a moment. You scoffed.

"It wasn't for me to hear. I only did so by accident. I'm not going to read into it because the only people who were meant to hear what was discussed was you and-" Your throat felt tighter still, an unseen coil constricting you, just as the man you longed for constricted your heart and soul. You didn't say his name, couldn't. Mercifully, the man before you understood.

"I know."

You nodded. The mug of tea wasn't appealing anymore; the quiet promise of solitude in a hotel room called to you more than all else.

"I.... I think I need to call it a night. I don't feel well."

Rossi placed a hand on your upper arm and squeezed lightly.

"I'll inform the others and grab your stuff then I'll drive you to the hotel we're staying in," he fished out the keys to one of the SUVs and handed them to you, the metal clinking together. "Go, wait in the car for me." He said. The corners of your mouth tilted upwards in appreciation and you hurried out, eager to have even a moment to yourself.

The moment you pushed the doors of the building open and stepped outside you exhaled, grimacing slightly at the still, warm air of the night. You'd hoped it would have cooled down more, now that the sun had long since settled behind the horizon, but you felt stifled, the heat doing nothing to soothe the tightness in your throat and chest. Breathing shakily, you unlocked the car and climbed into the passenger seat, laying your head back against the head rest.

There was no reason for you to feel so upset about this. It wasn't as though you intended on ever approaching your boss about your ever growing feelings for him, you wouldn't dare do that. And yet you felt almost physically sick from heartbreak and the worst part was he didn't even know the pain you were in. Hell, you didn't even know where he was right now after he rushed out of the kitchen.

You knew the moment Rossi obviously had retrieved your belongings judging the way your phone had begun to vibrate from text notifications, no doubt from your coworkers. You'd answer them when you made it to the hotel, you decided. A few minutes later you spotted the older man exit the station and approach the car you were in, your bag and coat in hand. The sight made you smile even the tiniest bit, something that he noticed. You felt the car jolt a little as he opened the trunk so he could put your belongings down and jolt again when he slammed it lightly. A second later he was climbing in on the driver's side where you held out the car keys to him.

"Thanks." He took the keys and inserted them into the ignition, the engine roaring to life and you slipped your seatbelt on. Rossi glanced at you. "Let's get you to the hotel. Best thing about this is if there aren't enough rooms for one each you can have first pick on if you want the single or not." He said as you pulled out the station parking lot. You scoffed.

"Oh you know I'm absolutely taking the single this time." You retorted. In any other scenario you would have risked sharing a room, risk being paired with him. Now the thought made you want to cry. Your little smile faded and you turned your head to the window, resting on the cool glass. Sensing you were finished talking, Rossi didn't say anything else for the remainder of the drive.

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A little groan escaped your lips when you collapsed backwards on the single bed in your hotel room, exhaustion overrunning your very being from the long day. For a moment you simply lay there silently, staring at the dulled white ceiling whilst your mind raced. You knew this wasn't ideal, you couldn't let yourself be distracted from the case.

Huffing, you remembered that you needed to respond to messages to let the others know you would be alright by the morning. After pulling your phone out of your pocket, the screen lit up and your eyes flicked across the notifications on the lock screen. Lots of messages from your worried coworkers. You unlocked the phone and set about answering them one-by-one. JJ and Emily offered to stop by your hotel room to check in on you, not knowing you'd been feeling unwell up until this point, but you reassured them you would be okay.

Just as you finished your nightly routine and pulled the covers back, there was a knock on your door. Your brows furrowed slightly. Who would be knocking at this time? Sighing, you approached the door and leaned close to the peephole, expecting to see one of the ladies or maybe even Rossi.

Standing tensely with his shoulders squared was Aaron Hotchner. A quiet gasp escaped you and you jolted backwards from the door. What the fuck was he doing here?! With shaky hands, you pulled the door open and slightly covered yourself with it, hyper aware of your clothing situation. Hotch perked up and stared down at you.

"Rossi informed me that you weren't feeling well and had to retire early." He murmured gently, his face stern. You swallowed and silently invited him into your room by stepping back, pulling the door with you. He cautiously walked into your hotel room and you closed the door behind him, wrapping your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to cover your body up. Why, oh why did you have to wear shorts that barely covered your ass and an old tee that wasn't as baggy anymore from being washed one too many times?

You cleared your throat and avoided looking in Hotch's direction.

"He's right. But I'm sure I'll feel better by tomorrow though."

You offered a little smile, eyes flicking to his face and realised he was staring. Except he wasn't staring at your face, no, his eyes were focused lower down at your chest. Christ. You quickly looked away again before he realised you'd caught him out and he hummed, the sound making you clench.

"What's wrong?"

Oh no. You couldn't answer that. Your eyes met his and you opened your mouth, hesitating with no response to give.

"I.... Just felt sick, that's all. I'll be okay though."

You never were good at hiding how you were really feeling, the deepening frown on the man's face before you merely evident of this.

"Are you certain? You can tell me anything, you know that." He said softly as he stepped closer to you. You nodded and tried smiling again at him.

"I know, sir. I promise I'm alright though." You tightened your arms around yourself until your flesh dipped under the pressure of your fingertips. Hotch's eyes trailed over you from head to toe, clearly unsatisfied with your reluctance to tell him the truth, but didn't push the matter further. You inhaled as he stepped closer still, his scent once more overwhelming you. His fingers flexed at his side as though he was conflicted and you wished he would reach out and touch you. Eventually, he sighed quietly and retreated a step.

"Alright. But I will be keeping an eye on you now."

Not good. You nodded though, then yawned and your cheeks flushed with warmth. Despite the tension, a small smile tugged at Hotch's mouth.

"You should get some rest." He said. You chuckled.

"Yeah, you as well though. I know what you're like."

He raised a brow at you.

"Really now?"

Your eyes widened and you stuttered.

"W-well I'm just saying, you do leave the office last, you're up earlier than everyone else too-" you cut yourself off, not wanting to dig your hole any deeper. You dared a quick glance his way and he was still slightly smirking.

"Get some rest, your boss is going to be up early again tomorrow to call everyone in."

A little chuckle escaped you and you followed Hotch to the door, grabbing the door as he opened it and hiding behind it again as you watched him make his way out into the corridor. He turned back to you and gazed down at you again.

"Good night, (L/n)." He murmured. Your eyes met and you gripped onto the door.

"Good night, sir."

He shifted, as though debating something in his head, then he turned and stalked down the corridor. You didn't close your door until he disappeared from sight. When you returned to your bed you collapsed down onto it whilst your mind raced. That night your dreams were filled with forbidden touches and kisses from the man you loved.

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And that's part one for now pls lemme know what you think and if anyone wants to be tagged in future works! Thank you for reading 💖💖

[billie-reportingbadnews2you]

Don't lie to me/a Billie Eilish fanfic

Warnings: sloppy make out, teeth sucking, dry humping. 18+ MDNI

As you walked into your and bills apartment you saw her on in her gaming chair tapping away at her game, as you approached her you gave her a passionate peck on the head and greeted her "hey babe" she paused her game and slid her headphones of and stretched "oh hey baby how was work" she came up to you and gave you a big hug from behind which you always appreciated because she knew it gave you butterflies, she placed you down but never stop hugging you "yea it was good" "and how about maria?" for context, maria was a work mate, but she was OBBSESSED WITH YOU, she would always touch you when she could and always sending emails saying how turned on she was because of how you dressed, but you dating Billie somewhat made her even more into you, 's-she uhm wasn't at work today" you lied, you didn't want this sweet moment ruined, Billie spun you around in her arms and plopped you on the bed her arms firmly resting on your shoulders and getting down to you level staring into your eyes, she spoke sternly "Don't lie to me' those words scared the shit out of you, you already knew that she knew you were lying, but to be honest it turned you on "y-yes ma'am, she was at work" "that's more like it baby, now anything happen between you, hmm?" "s-she uhm." you were scared to talk, Billie slowly got closer "Tell me baby, or I'll have to punish you" Billie's punishments were usually fucking the nonsense out of you or silent treatment, both painful "she groped my ass while I was getting coffee, that's all I Swear!" "That son of a bitch I'm going to fuck her up!" she yelled while looking in a different wall, she was about to walk away when you stopped her buy gabbing her by the arm and she looked back at you, you had your puppy eyes on "can you fuck me first?" a wide smirk appeared on her face, that's always good news, she got closer to you, placing her thumb in you lowered lip tracing her thumb towards your chin, she slammed her lips against you, your saliva crashed but it was so fucking amazing, her tongue made it past your lips exploring your mouth turning you on, she started to suck on your upper teeth stealing a whimper from you, she swiftly took you buy the waist and switched positions, you where resting on her lap at the edge of the bed making out with her, she placed her hand and held your neck, separating the kiss she whispered into your ear "fuck yourself on mommy lap" without a second to lose, you start grinding on her lap, loud pornographic moans escaped you mouth , she used her hands to speed you up and stabilize you, you were so close, she spoke again "cum in your pants on mommy lap, make a mess" and in a split second a loud moan sent a spiral though you, you came so hard in your pants, she lifted you up and placed you on the bed and went back to her game, your girlfriend kissed the breath out of you and she's gaming? got to admit that's hot.

[karenala4ever]

“confessions”

𓂃 　౨𓎟𓎟　　♡⠀ 　𓎟𓎟ৎ　𓂃

bestfriend!ellie x reader

note: this fanfic is pretty small and based on experience👅

Ellie has been your friend since middle school. Now that you are in college studying medicine and Ellie wants to study astronomy, you don't see her as often because you attend different colleges.

However, she sometimes stays at your apartment.

A few weeks have passed, and you've felt different around Ellie, but it wasn't because of something she did. Maybe you were falling for her? you kept telling yourself. It was a weird feeling at first, but you tried to ignored it.

A few weeks have passed, and you've felt different around Ellie, but it wasn't because of something she did. Maybe you were falling for her? you kept telling yourself. It was a weird feeling at first, but you definitely liked her. You haven't seen Ellie in a while. Even though you texted her every day, you missed her touch, her warm hugs, and especially her gorgeous smile that makes her eyes glow.

One night, after you arrived at your apartment, you heard a knock on the door.

You opened it to find Ellie standing there, smiling as always. "What are you doing here?" you chuckled. "Just came by to see you," she replied. You noticed the guitar in her hands. Ellie was always passionate about playing her guitar, and you loved that about her. "Well then, come in. I can make dinner for us," you said as Ellie entered. "Let's get started then," she said, putting her things down to help you cook.

She wasn't the best cook, but she still loved to help you.

You cooked Alfredo pasta, which you both loved. As you served the pasta and started eating, you asked, "So, why'd you come by?" You asked "I just missed you." You felt your face slowly turn red when Ellie said that. "I missed you too, Els." you smiled. After a few minutes, you both finished your pasta. "You are actually the best cook," Ellie teased. "If you say so," you teased back.

A while later, you and Ellie were talking while lying on the carpet in your room. "So, do you have a crush on anyone right now?" Ellie inquired. You avoided meeting her gaze. Should I confess? you pondered silently. "So?" she asked again, waiting for an answer. "I do like someone," you said in a lower tone. "Can you at least describe them?" Ellie persisted. She wanted to know, so you decided to give in. She wouldn't know who it was if you just described the person you liked, right?

"Fine, well.." you looked at Ellie; she was staring at the ceiling while waiting for you to say something. "Well, she has freckles all over her face. She also has a beautiful smile that makes her eyes squint a little, and she's always wearing a bracelet." You couldn't help but chuckle while saying this; she was just so gorgeous that words couldn't fully capture it.

Ellie looked at you and whispered, “Why do I feel like you're describing someone I know?" She laughed. "Maybe because I'm describing you, idiot," you blurted out.

"Wait... do you like me?" Ellie sat up, looking you straight in the eye. You knew you couldn't lie, not when she was looking at you like that. "Well... shit, yes, I like you, Els." You looked away, unable to face her after that confession. "You can't just look away after saying that."

Ellie was a little surprised, but the signs had been rather obvious. "I'm sorry, I'm just... scared that you probably don't feel the same way, and I don't want to ruin things between us." You still didn't look at Ellie; you were just too nervous. "And who said I didn't feel the same way?" she said in a soft tone. "What?" Your gaze met Ellie's. "You... feel the same way?" The room felt tense, but that wasn't always bad. "I've been wanting to tell you, but I guess you did it for me." Ellie chuckled in a teasing manner. "I suppose I did," you laughed.

You and Ellie had been making eye contact for a few minutes, your faces getting closer until you sensed her lips meeting yours. Her touch felt warm and comforting, and you could feel your face flush. Ellie looked at you, half-smiling.

"You're blushing," she teased. "Oh, shut up!" you laughed.