#And he gave that grin of his and went 'i prefer to ask rudely' i love him.... I love hate how hes one of the few people ive been around who

[mrfoox]

It's now even harder to tell if people are actually in a good/better mood than usual or if it's just bc my headspace is better

[st-eve-barnes]

Sanctuary

(Osferth x fem Reader)

Summary: The night before he leaves for battle Osferth seeks comfort from you.

(Baby Monk has stolen my heart so I had to write something for him. I'm only on season 3 of TLK so this version of Osferth is mostly based on the ending of season 2)

Word count: +3100

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language. Virgin Osferth, cock warming, seriously so much cock warming I have no idea where that came from but it's his thing now.

Comfort smut (cause apparently that's my thing), lots of fluff and cuddling. Uhtred is the best wingman. Quite a bit of angst as well, I may need to write a Part 2 ;)

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All my fics are also on AO3

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It was a quiet night in the ale house of Winchester where you served the customers. The majority of the crowd that night already went home hours ago, it was only Uthred’s men that hung around a little longer, wanting to prolong their last night before preparing for battle.

The group had settled in your little town a couple of months ago and they had quickly become your favorite regulars. Unlike some other locals they always treated you with respect, even when they had too much to drink they never forgot their manners. Both Finan and Sihtric as well as Uhtred had jumped in numerous times to help you deal with rude or too handsy drunken assholes and you had come to respect their group not only for their strength as warriors but mostly for their kindness. Having them around made you feel safer.

You were cleaning up behind the counter when Uthred came to you.

“Lady Y/N,” he leaned against the bar, greeting you with a big smile,”We will be out in a little while, I am sorry for keeping you here so late tonight.”

“That’s alright, I know you guys are leaving tomorrow. And I have no one waiting for me at home so…take all the time you need.”

He looked at you and shook his head,”How does a lady like you have no one waiting for her at home?”

You put down the glasses you’d been cleaning and gave him a smile,”I don’t know, the men in this town are idiots.”

“They must be,” he agreed, making you smile.

“Did you come here to flatter me or was there something else you wanted to ask?”

“Actually…I did have a question for you.”

You leaned against the bar to look at him,”Ask away.”

“We are leaving for battle tomorrow.”

“Yes, I have heard. Again?” you raised your eye brows at him.

He shook his head with a small grin,”Unfortunately again.”

“What do you need?”

“It is not me,” he explained,”But my friend…your favorite baby monk.”

You couldn’t help your lips from curling up into a smile at the mention of him. “What’s with my favorite baby monk?”

“He is very anxious tonight.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on him all the time and show him some more compassion.”

“He does not need compassion from me, my lady, that would not benefit him.”

“And what would benefit him then?” you asked, knowing precisely where he was going with this but wanting to hear him say it.

“Maybe…he just needs someone to be soft with him, tonight.”

“Be soft with him, huh? Uthred of Bebbanborg, you’d better not be suggesting what I think you are…”

He lifted his hands in innocence,”I would never suggest such a thing, my lady. I am merely…opting that maybe you could offer him some…comfort on this difficult night.”

You rolled your eyes at him,“I’m thinking maybe you should ask someone in the house next door.”

He was quick to shake his head at your words,“That is not the kind of comfort he seeks. I think he would much prefer…someone he knows well…someone he likes.”

You stayed quiet.

“You know he has the biggest soft spot for you,” Uthred then added, putting a smile on your face.

“Yes, I do.”

“And you for him?” he asked.

You sighed and smiled softly. “Maybe, yes,” you confessed.

Uhtred smiled. “Well then, he is by the river, just outside of the castle walls, should you wish to find him. Don’t tell him I sent you.”

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You found Osferth an hour later by the river just as Uhtred said, sitting in the grass by himself, eyes fixated on the water in front of him. It was dark but still warm, the summer breeze a welcome solace after another hot summer’s day.

When you moved closer you could see he was clutching at his cross and his eyes were teary. Year heart sank.

You had come to care for the monk more than you’d ever expected over the course of the past months. The most quiet one out of Uhtred’s group with his sweet smile and innocent eyes, he had caught your attention quite early on and stole your heart just as easily. The two of you had built a friendship that involved a lot of playful flirting but neither of you ever crossed that line. You knew his group was only passing through and you had no intention of getting involved with someone who was likely going to leave soon. You had known enough heartbreak already in your short life.

But tonight you didn’t care about any of that. Looking at him now you just wanted to crawl into his lap and cuddle up to him, kiss away his sorrow and just hold him close, in your arms, where you could keep him safe. 

You carefully stepped closer.

“May I join you?” you asked, making him look up. His lips instantly curled into a smile at the sight of you and he nodded.

You sat down next to him, close enough for your knee to bump into his. Osferth didn’t seem to mind, instead of pulling back he let his leg lean into yours.

“I didn’t see you at the tavern tonight,” you stated.

“No, I…I preferred solitude over ale tonight,” he explained, looking away from you and making you hesitate.

“Maybe I should leave you to it then.”

“No!” he was quick to grab your wrist before you had a chance to move,”No, please, don’t go.”

His eyes met yours again and you could see the tears he was trying to hide from you.

“Stay, please, my lady, stay with me,” he begged quietly, keeping his hand on your arm. 

You placed your hand over his, giving him a soft smile,”I’ll stay, as long as you want, my sweet baby Monk.”

He smiled through his tears and leaned into you, letting his head fall down onto your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Osferth melted into you, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight while he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and after a while you also felt his tears on your skin, making you hug him even tighter.

You sat like that for quite some time, just letting him cling to you while you caressed his hair and his back, trying to soothe him. 

Uhtred hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Osferth was anxious. It took him a while to stop shaking in your arms and you gave him all the time he needed.

When he finally pulled back his eyes carefully locked with yours, his hands were firmly locked on your waist, not planning on letting go any time soon.

“We leave in the morning,” he then explained.

”Yeah, Uthred told me. You’re going with them? Into battle?”

He nodded.

“You don’t have to do that, you know? You have nothing to prove, Osferth.”

”No, I know but…I want to fight, I want to help, it’s just…,” he bit his lip and shook his head,”why am I so terrified?”

You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his.“It’s okay to be afraid, it’s normal, they should all be afraid.”

“I just…want to be useful,” he said, letting his eyes rest on yours.

“And you are not useful if you don’t fight?”

“I don’t…”

“What about me then, huh? I don’t fight, am I not useful?”

He just stared at you before a soft smile played on his lips,”How can you think that you are not? My lady…your beauty makes my life worth living. Your smile…makes me feel like I have a reason to fight, that no matter how dark it gets there is so much light here and all I have to do is…look into your eyes to find it. You light up my whole world.”

Your heart was melting and for the first time in your life you were completely lost for words.

His hands were caressing your hips and he softly nuzzled your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he then whispered shyly,”That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You smiled and leaned into his touch.”No, it wasn’t, that was…the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You could feel him smile against your cheek and you both cuddled up to each other. You moved your fingers through his hair and Osferth sighed into it. HIs shyness disappearing a little more with every touch.

“Can I stay close to you tonight?” he then whispered into your ear.

“Yes,” you answered softly,”I’d really like that, Osferth.”

You both leaned back to look at each other. There were no more tears in his eyes now but something else, something more pressing.

“May I kiss you, my lady?” he breathed.

You nodded,”Yes, please.”

His lips found yours in a soft but needy kiss, you pulled him closer and when his tongue found yours you knew you would given him everything he wanted tonight.

You didn’t do anything more than kiss for a long time, melting into each other. His kisses were addictive and the way his hands kept caressing your back and your hair, gentle but with purpose, was only making you want him more.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked after a while, his voice merely a whisper against your lips.

“You may kiss me everywhere you want, you don’t need to ask.”

Osferth carefully pulled you closer into his lap and you went willingly, legs on either side of him as you straddled him. He kissed your neck, soft and slow, letting his tongue trace patterns all over your skin, tasting you.

“Fuck,” you breathed,”I didn’t know monks could kiss like that.”

He smiled bashfully,”How did you expect monks to kiss then?”

“Not like that,” you breathed and bit your lip, letting your hands move through his short hair while your hips rolled against him.

It had been a while since you’d been with a man and even though you’d had a little crush on Osferth for some time now you had never imagined being with him like this. But right now, feeling his lips and feverish breath on your skin and his growing hardness between your legs, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anything else.

“Osferth,” you moaned his name and he bucked his hips in response.

“Is it too much, my lady? Do you need me to stop?” 

You shook your head and looked into his eyes,”No, it’s not too much. It’s…it’s not enough.”

He licked his lips while keeping his eyes on yours,“You sure?”

You nodded and moved your hips again, making his cock twitch in response.

“Give me more,” you breathed.

He kissed your lips again, hot and sloppy and with a need that matched your own. Osferth pushed your skirts up, hands finding a way underneath to cup your ass over your underwear, holding you down on his, by now fully hard, cock.

“Will you have me, my lady?” he whispered against your lips,”All of me?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

He started fumbling with his own clothing, trying to get rid of the many layers between you both. Your hand slipped into his breeches to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, Osferth’s mouth opened in the most delicious moan.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I need…please….oh god…”

“Have you ever laid with a woman, Osferth?” you asked.

He was quick to shake his head,”No, I have not, my lady.”

Your eyes met his and you halted your movements.

“No, don’t stop, please,” he begged.

“Osferth,” you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you,”Look at me, baby. Slow down for a second, are you sure?”

He frantically nodded his head. “My lady…I want this, I’ve wanted this for a while now…with you…I want this with you. I want you.”

HIs lips found yours in a deep kiss and any hesitations you may have felt faded. You wrapped your hand around his length again, pushed your underwear aside and guided him between your legs, Osferth was quick to move his hips, pressing his erection against your clit, making you lose focus.

You moaned into his kiss, encouraging him to do it again, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds and then teasing your entrance.

“I want to feel you,” he breathed into your mouth.

You lowered yourself down on him, taking him in inch by inch. He was bigger than you’d expected, and it took you a few moments to adjust and catch your breath.

Osferth was clinging to you, burying his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin while he breathed hard and tried to control himself. You both stayed still, bodies wrapped around each other and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Can we…can we just stay like this?” he then asked softly,”For a while, please.”

You nodded and hugged him close, foreheads pressed together. 

“You feel so good,” he breathed,”so warm…and so safe. I just…want to stay.”

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing. The feel of him, stretching you and filling you up was heavenly but it was more than that. It was the way he touched you, so much longing in every kiss, the desperate way he clung to you and that soft fondness in his eyes every time they locked with yours. 

You had never felt so full or so wanted in your life.

You didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want him to leave you in the morning with the prospect of him not returning to you. The thought suddenly made your heart sink with anxiety. You clung to him harder and Osferth kissed your forehead and your jaw to finally land on your lips again, his kiss slow and unhurried.

“It’s okay, my lady,” he smiled softly into the kiss.

Both of you allowed yourselves to get lost in the moment, prolonging the inevitable and doing everything you could to make it last. You forgot how long you sat there, just kissing and coming up for air to stare into each other’s eyes, the moonlight and soft waves of the river your only companions.

After some time you both lost the fight, your hips started moving against his and Osferth was quick to join you, soft little whimpers escaping his lips as he buried his face into your neck and surrendered to his needs. 

He grabbed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back on the grass. You protested when he carefully pulled out but your protest was silenced with another kiss as he pulled down both your underwear all the way, giving him easier access. 

He slid in again with ease and then he was fucking you, slowly and thoroughly, pushing into you deeper with every snap of his hips.

You moaned his name and held him close, meeting his thrusts. His lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting as his moans grew stronger and heavier. You knew he was close.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I can’t hold back any longer.”

You grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs.

“Touch me, here,” you begged in a needy whisper.

“Teach me,” he breathed,”Show me what to do.”

Your hand moved over his, guiding his fingers over your clit and slowly circling it,”Just touch me…like this.”

Osferth was a quick learner, he pushed your hand aside and took over, his fingers putting the perfect pressure to make you see stars. You clenched around him and with a few more deep thrusts he filled you up and came with your name on his lips. He crashed on top of you when it was over and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him in place, close to you, his head on your chest as he listened to your racing heartbeat.

He didn’t pull out for the longest time after that, still wanting to stay inside of you, neither of you wanted to move.

You were the first to eventually speak, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead,”Osferth, we shouldn’t stay here, you need your sleep if you are to leave tomorrow.”

“No sleep…all I need is you,” he whispered against your neck.

“You can sleep in my bed, if you want,” you offered with a little smile and he reciprocated instantly, lips curling up into an eager smile as he leaned back to look at you and nodded his head. You couldn’t help but laugh,”Come on then, baby monk.”

The rest of the night was spent in your bed, but it didn’t involve lots of sleeping. Osferth made love to you twice more that night, once more fast and needy in the heat of passion and then once more slowly and relaxed afterwards, the both of you relishing every touch and every caress as if it would be the last. Because it might very well be.

You both eventually fell asleep when the sun was already starting to come up, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You said goodbye to him a few hours later, clinging to him as he stood in your doorway. You had done what you’d set out to do that night, take his anxiety from him, only you had done it literally. Osferth was calmer that morning, evidently feeling stronger and more determined than the night before. But you were shivering in his arms, feeling weaker and uneasy, terrified to let go of him and have him disappear from your life.

Being so intimate with him last night made you realize how strong your feelings for him were and now the thought of losing him was the scariest thing in the world.

“Come back to me,” you whispered in his ear.

“I promise you, my lady,” he whispered before leaning back and giving you a reassuring smile. You pulled him into one last soft kiss before letting him go.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you then sighed and avoided his eyes. 

Osferth cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb while he stared deep into your eyes.“Have some faith, my love.”

But faith wasn’t your strong suit, you were a heathen, much like Uthred. Worse even, you didn’t believe in anything, not even Valhalla, yet the following weeks you were on your knees every night praying to any God that would listen, begging them to bring your baby Monk back home to you safely.

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Seven of "The Lake Between Us"

Merging Star Clusters

Ezra AU x Seraphina (plus size OFC)

Word Count: 1252

Warnings: surprisingly none! 😄

Summary: Ezra's got all his favorite ladies in one place. Seraphina and Cee finally meet.

Notes: Usually, Nerdie brings the family drama, but for Ezra (and my last slivers of sanity), I left that alone this time. This fic is easy, like Sunday morning or whenever you happen to read this.

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake between Us Series

Cee noted that something was different about her guardian when he stood next to his truck to pick her and Zoe up. He of course took their suitcases like always and brought them in for hugs, never judging her for her choice of partner. Some days, she thought he preferred she was with a woman, she remembered him always telling her “never fully trust anyone even me, but especially men. Leave them alone as long as possible.” She’d been pretty sure he was saying that because he was her father figure as most of them seemed to she heard from her friends. That said, he looked brighter, like he actually slept and put a bit of his weight back on. Cee would never be foolish enough to tell him that last part. Ezra tended to gather it around his belly which despite never mentioning it, she knew he was sensitive about it. She was waiting for him to mention it first. The reason for his positive change. They had spoken about the person in question for the first time a few months ago but only in depth a few weeks ago.

Zora, Cee’s girlfriend of the past year, was never one to mince words or be delicate. Cee appreciated her directness but also her kindness as she was never rude with questions of comments. “So Mr. Wordsmith, this lady friend of yours, is she just that or your partner in you looking like a million dollars?” Ezra had grown accustomed to Zora’s nicknames for his expansive vocabulary and he chuckled at her question as he turned down the main road that led to his home. About twenty more minutes now. 

“She has become an essential fixture in my days and nights, so yes my partner.” Answering in a matter of fact manner without a full paragraph had Cee and Zora look at each other through his rear view mirror as Cee was sitting upfront. 

“I’m still in shock. She’s got to be an angel or something.” Zora exclaimed, patting Ezra’s shoulders to which he continued to smile. 

“Did you not tell Zora her name Cee?” Ezra asked with a raised eyebrow. Zora furrowed her brow at the blonde who appeared in thought.

“Wait, I thought I had. Her name is-“

“Seraphina. My lovely lady’s name is Seraphina.” Ezra hummed. Both women shivered.

“Please don’t say her name like that in front of us like that again. Save that for her.” Cee looked out the window, grinning. He’s smitten, the man who told her never to trust anyone is smitten.

“Never expected you to find an actual angel Mr. Ezra. Though I guess if anyone was, it would be you. You did find that 1st edition copy of ‘Love Poems’ by Nikki Giovanni for my twentieth birthday. Didn’t think one existed anymore.” Zora leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek as they pulled into the driveway and parked his truck. She hopped out along with Cee. Ezra went to grab their suitcases as the front door opened.

A woman clad in a yellow sundress with a bright smile and coiled hair up in a ponytail atop her head her copper skin shimmered from the humidity forming on her skin. She was wearing a bright fuschia lipstick on her full lips and wore blue rimmed glasses. She gave a small wave to which Cee and Zora matched. Ezra climbed the stairs and set the bags down to peck her lips then embrace her. The two young women collectively made an “ooo!” 

“These two uncouth creatins are Zora and Cee. Despite their teasing, they are excited to meet you. They’re mainly having fun at my expense, not yours Sundrop.” His smile nearly hurt, it was from ear to ear. The women that made his life brighter were all gathered here under one roof. Was it alright that he felt this happy? That his nightmares weren’t as frequent? With everyone making their way into his home, he watched as Cee went to the kitchen with Sera and they hugged, rocking back and forth as Sera often did with her own family. Did that mean Seraphina saw Cee as part of her family? Wait…were the two of them family now? Shaking his head, he felt he may be getting ahead of himself. 

Sundrop had already set the table while Ezra had been out. They just poured water and sweet tea and sat down together at the table. Eating and laughing all night, they asked each other questions. Eventually, Cee and Seraphina ended up outside on the porch to chat. They sat side by side, chuckling at how enamored both Zora and Ezra were with the books on the shelves. 

“I sometimes think she’s more of his charge than I am.” Cee laughs as Ezra and Zora are seen through the window exchanging some heightened words over a hardcover book. Their hands are moving back and forth, both excited and likely talking a mile a minute.

“I can see why he took a liking to her. They’re discussing those volumes with quite the fervor.” Sera commenced and Cee nodded. She smiled at Sera.

“I can also see why he’s taken a liking to you. Just sitting with you is pretty relaxing. He looks a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw him.” Seraphina laughed and Cee gasped, “Ah sorry. I sometimes-”

“I know. Ezra told me. I don’t mind. I know he doesn’t like it. He’s not out here is he?” Sera chuckled and Cee relaxed again. Thankfully she was the same as she had been around the dinner table. Personable and kind. “We’ve helped each other. He’s got quite a few layers but they’re warm.” Seraphina then looked out over the water. Cee followed her eyes and peered at the lake too.

“I’ve never heard him described like that, but also you’re the only woman I’ve seen him bring to his house to meet me.”

“That’s…” Sera pressed her hands together and looked over at Cee. She knew things had become more serious between the two of them. The significance wasn’t lost on her. It fell in line with Ezra meeting her mother and subsequently her brothers at a family dinner. Her father met Ezra later that night after his part time job. “I suppose a lot has happened between us.

“In any case, it’s good for him. He doesn’t do well when he’s idle. He’ll say he’s just fine but-”

“That’s when the very bad ideas start and even longer than normal prose starts and never stops?” Seraphina and Cee laugh on that one as Zora exits the back door with Ezra holding a book of poems by Robert Frost. 

“Can you believe he won’t let me borrow this?” Zora appears to be distraught, while Ezra’s arms are crossed defensively. 

“The condition of the Langston Hughes poems speaks volumes to your treatment and care of books. I’ll not have the pages of my collection bent, ripped or stained.” Ezra argued. Cee and Seraphina watched as they bickered a bit more and ushered them inside the house. 

Eventually, they simmered down and agreed that Zora could read it while staying at Ezra’s home and wouldn’t need to be supervised. Cee and Zora slept in Birdie’s old bedroom while Sera and Ezra retired to his. The soft taps of the wind on the sides of the house and the croaks of the crickets lulled them all to sleep for the night.

Interlude 2 Chapter eight

Chapter six

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior-deactivated20 @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker

[kanaglows]

Hello!! May I request smth? Maybe a one-shot, a Toya x s/o (I prefer a male if isn't a problem!) Playing at the arcade? Kinda cute, this idea just emerged on my mind! If you don't want to write it no problem!

Hope you're having a good day! I'm happy that new pjsekai writing blogs are coming!

Sure! Just something I'll have to let you know. I did try to make it a male reader but I couldn't seem to squeeze anything that could even hint that the reader is male so I decided to make it gender-neutral instead. I'm really sorry 🥲

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

Style: Bullets/hcs

Toya X Reader at Arcade!

You had always known Toya was good at arcade games. He always seemed to spend his free time there, it was natural that he would be, however, you didn't realise just how good he was until today.

You decided to stop by the arcade in hopes of running into him and possibly being able to hang out. Recently, there had been some subtle feelings growing between the two of you (they weren't subtle at all 😀), it was sort of embarrassing though, if your friends were to find out they would tease you relentlessly (they already know 😀).

You felt slightly let down when you realised he wasn't here, regardless, that didn't stop you from enjoying the games. You had made a couple friends while playing a few fighting games you were familiar with and quickly rose to the top, becoming known as the champion. You were unbeaten.

To be honest, all of your opponents were... pretty bad. Some guy managed to blow himself up (how?)

"Any more contenders?" you asked. You had a winning streak of 19, you would only need one more win to get to 20 and then you would end for the day, you had a curfew.

There was a silence. It seemed like everyone had already given it a go until- "I'll play," you heard someone say from behind you. It was a voice you recognised, a quiet, calm one; turning around, you saw that it was none other than Toya Aoyagi himself. You were done for- but also really happy that he was here.

"Oh hey, Toya! Nice to see you here," you grinned. "Hey," he smiled, "mind if I play?".

You thought for a second. You would undoubtedly lose your streak if you let him play but on the other hand, you would get to spend more time with him if you let him. A tricky decision indeed- but then you realised that you couldn't exactly say no; it would be rude 😕. Besides, even if he went against you there's still a chance you could win, he can't be that good, can he?

You were wrong. He was that good. You were dead within seconds.

"Wow," you breathed out, not knowing what to say, "you're really good at this." Toya nodded, "Thanks. Wanna go for another round?"

"I totally would if I could," you sighed, "I have a curfew, my parents would kill me if I was la-..." your eyes fell onto a claw machine, but not just any claw machine. This claw machine had something very valuable inside it, a limited edition (favourite fictional character) plush. You wondered if it would take up too much time to try and win it, but then again... (favourite fictional character) was worth the risk of getting grounded.

"Umm, I'm going to try and get something from that machine and then I'll get going, Toya," you said, slipping a coin into the small slot at the bottom. "Got it, it was nice seeing you, (name)," he replied with a smile before walking to another arcade machine.

20 minutes later...

You were about to commit a felony. You had wasted 2000 yen and were still yet to win that damned plushie. How long was this going to take exactly? You had to get home soon.

"Still struggling?" you heard Toya say from behind you. "Yeah, would you mind helping me out? I'll pay."

He nodded, "Sure, I don't mind."

Wow. There was no denying that Toya was definitely efficient when it came to these kinds of things, no doubt about that. It only took him one try.

"Here you go," he handed the plush to you. "Thanks," you mumbled, pretty much awestruck by his skills. "I guess you'll be off now?" he asked. You gave a nod. "Y'know, you're really good at fighting games, you should come here more often," Toya suggested, "it would be a lot more fun around here."

You laughed, "you think so?".

"Definitely," a faint smile growing on his face, "I'll see you later, (name)". You waved at each other as you took your leave. What a day that was. You were definitely telling (favourite fictional character) about this on character.ai.

[beekerrexa]

I can't believe I almost missed Silverusso Day! It has been a minute since I’ve written about these two. Here's a ficlet that my brain has been simmering on for a long time. I've been debating on whether to write a full-fledged fic. I hope you like it! 💖

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The Nightcap

Terry Silver was relentless in his pursuit, badgering Daniel for a chance to explain himself...preferably over dinner. Daniel finally broke down and agreed to go.  

At the restaurant, Daniel spent most of the evening glaring at him from across the table, muttering 1–2-word replies and nothing more. Daniel figured his former sensei would grow tired of his rude behavior and give up on whatever game this was. However, Terry asked to see him again and Daniel simply nodded.

Night after night, the same pattern repeated itself. Daniel had no idea why he kept agreeing to go. 

(Yes, he did...) 

Tonight, was the first time Terry invited him for a nightcap at his place. Daniel didn’t bother to answer. He walked right up to the limo and let himself inside. Terry followed quickly behind him with a wolfish grin spread across his face. 

At the house, Terry gave him the grand tour of his home, showing off his various collections of art, weapons, and miscellaneous treasures. It felt more like a museum than a home. No family photos hung on the walls. No warm, sweet smells coming from the kitchen. Nothing but concrete walls, uncomfortable looking furniture, and sharp edges everywhere. Daniel didn’t even want to get too close to the ironclad dining table in fear of being cut. 

“So, what do you think?” Terry asked, puffing out his chest. Oh, so proud. 

Glancing around, Daniel tried to come up with something neutral to say. Instead, what slipped out of his mouth was the cold, hard truth. “Your house is ugly.” 

An uncomfortable silence followed. Wincing, Daniel went to apologize but before he could speak, Terry howled with laughter for a solid minute. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that. Didn’t know you were funny,” Terry responded with a smile. 

There was something different about his smile tonight. It wasn’t malicious or taunting. For once, Terry wasn’t laughing at him. Daniel liked this look on him. 

The two went upstairs where Terry had them stop in front of a set of double doors. 

“This is where the tour ends, Danny. The master suite.” Tilting his face up, Terry gazed into his eyes and brushed Daniel’s lips with the pad of his thumb. “Would you like to see it?” 

Again, Daniel didn’t answer. Instead, he sucked the thumb into his mouth and grinned when he heard Terry sharply inhale. Giving Terry’s thumb a final kiss, Daniel shrugged his shoulder. “Might as well see if it’s any better than the rest of the house.” 

Terry wrapped his large hand around the nape of his neck, holding him delicately as if he was something precious. “Oh, Danny boy. I think you’ll find this room to your liking,” he declared before pulling Daniel in for the most toe-curling, sensual kiss.  

Yes, Daniel could definitely see himself enjoying his time in the master suite. 

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 25: Can I Walk You Home?

I hardly don’t drink anymore, so after two, I cut myself off.  I loved our conversations.  We danced a little, him showing me some crazy moves.  I could tell he liked to dance.  I awkwardly moved around him attempting to keep up with no prevail.  We eventually walked out together after paying.  The night air was cool and felt great after it being stuffy in there.

“I should probably go.”  I said to him stopping.

“Can I walk you home at least?”  he asked, giving me sad eyes.

“I’m actually staying at the station compound.  I know a lot of people there.”  I really didn’t want him to have to follow me back.  I did, but didn’t want to give that impression.

“Well, I had a nice time.  Thanks for hanging out with me.”  He leaned in and kissed me softly on my forehead.  He smelled of ivory soap, sweat and vanilla.  I just breathed it all in.

“You’re welcome.  Goodnight.”  We started to walk away from one another, and I quickly turned back around on my heels.  “Say, if you don’t have any plans tomorrow and want to hang out again, I’d be ok with that.”

He turned to look at me.  “I’d love that.  I’ll meet you right here at 9 am sharp.  Goodnight Suri.”  To state my heart was racing was an understatement.  As I walked back to the compound, Din flashed in my head though.  Not like a vision, but just about him.  How would he feel about this?  Was it rude to just make plans without asking him.  I know he’s not my boyfriend, dad, whatever, but still, I am his guest.  Well, too late now, I thought.

I approached the big doors and walked into the side room where travelers were allowed.  There was an attendant droid working.  “Can I have a bed for a night please?”

“Yes, we have several accommodations for travelers such as yourself.  We have windows with a view, no windows, and suites available.  Which do you prefer?”

“One with a window, please.”

“Follow me.”  It scooted to a door and opened it. “Is this to your liking?”

“Perfect!  Thank you.”  I walked in.

“Have a nice night.”

I sat down on the cot in the room, kicked my boots off and laid my head down.  I fell asleep quickly and had the most restful night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.

I woke up to suns shining in my face.  It was a nice cool breeze, but the warmth felt amazing on my skin.  I looked at my watch, it said 8 am.  Good, I didn’t oversleep.  I sat up, stretched with a big yawn and a bigger grin.  I felt so giddy. 

Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, so many things were going through my mind. Trevo, Din, Grogu, my mom even popped in there!  Shoot, my mom!  I should probably touch base with her soon!  She’s going crazy I bet.  I told her I’d only be gone a week tops, and it’s been way longer! 

My stomach was growling, so I took out a bar I had stashed from yesterday and ate it before leaving. 

Walking out into the main hall, I saw way more people than last night, most checking out.  I went up to the droid attendant and said I was checking out. 

“Five credits please.”

“We told you your money is no good here!”  I wheeled around and saw Greef walking towards me, smiling.  “How are you doing Suri?  Taking some ‘you’ time away from Mando?  Not that I can blame you!”  He said laughing.

“Yeah, just needed some me time I guess.”  He looked at the droid and gave him a code to cash me out.  “Thanks.”  I told him.

“Anytime.  Say, do you have a minute to chat?”

“Um, I’m actually meeting a friend in about 15 minutes.”

“It’ll be quick.”  He led me into his office.  “I’ve been thinking.  Now that you have been here for a few weeks and getting to know the lay of the land, I want to offer you a job, if you’re still interested in staying that is.”

“Yes!”  I said a little too eagerly.  “I love it here.  What’s the job?”

“Just some overnight patrol, so nothing you can’t handle.  But you will have the city all to yourself and help keep riff rat out, break up fights, that sort of thing.  You seem to be able to hold your own from what Din has told me.”

“He said that?”  Wow I thought.

“Yes, he did!  So, what do you say?”

“Yes, of course!  When do you want me to start?”

“Come back here at 9 pm sharp tonight, if that’s ok.”

“Awesome!  But wait, I don’t have any way of getting here.  It’s about an hour walk one way.  I can make it, but it does cut into my time is all.”

“Well, we have a few extra speeders out back.  Nothing fancy, but they will get you there and back.  And hey, maybe eventually you’ll get your own little place here, so you’ll be closer to town!”  I smiled at that thought.  Then the kid and Din popped into my head.  It would be hard to depart from them.  But I don’t have to make that decision now.

“Thanks!  I will be here at 9 pm sharp!  I have to go now.  Thanks again!”  I turned and walked out quickly with a little hop in my step.

By the time I made it back to the center, Trevo was already there, leaning against a pole waiting.  He smiled when he saw me, leaned in, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “Guess what?”  I asked, excitedly.

“What?”

“I just literally got a job doing night patrol!  Which is perfect for me!  So, I guess I’ll be staying for a while.”

“That’s great!  Congratulations!”

“Thanks!”  I said as we started to take a walk.  “So, what do you want to do?”

“I just rented an evo bike.  I thought maybe we could cruise through the woods, go see some waterfalls and other land.  Is that ok?”

“That sounds perfect, actually!” We continued to walk over to the station to get our bike.  It was a side by side, with controls in the middle and pedals for each person.  It was covered with a canopy and had a little cooler behind the seats, where he put a small bag. 

He paid the droid, took the key and we started to go.  There were two modes.  One was manual, where you did all the pedaling as it hovered off the ground.  Another was automatic, where you didn’t really need to pedal but a little, just to get it going, and you just steered.

It was sunny, warm, nice breeze, overall, a perfect day!  “I don’t think we could have picked a better day for this!”

“You’re right!”  He agreed.  “And to have a beautiful woman to spend it with is even better!”  Ok, now I know I blushed.  I hated hearing compliments about me physically unless they were about my fighting skills.

“Thanks.”  I said quietly. 

“Boy, you don’t take compliments well.  We’ll have to work on that.”

I smiled softly at him as we pedaled away.

[sagencelestient]

Operation: Secret Date Spies!

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Mari and Hero are on a date, and Sunny, Kel, Basil, and Aubrey spy on them.

Sunny laid on his couch, barely even listening to the Capt. Spaceboy episode playing in the background, preferring to daydream instead (he would probably start actually dreaming soon), that was someone knocked on his door.

KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK-

There was only one person that he knew who did that very annoying pattern of knocks, Kel. Sunny grumbled as he got off the couch and went to the door. He was just about to take a nap! When he opened the door, lo and behold, it was Kel. How surprising.

“Hey hey, Sunny!” Kel greeted, “Is Mari home?”

Huh? Why is Kel asking him that? 

Sunny shook his head.

Kel grinned, “Hero’s not either.”

Sunny stayed blank-faced. What’s that supposed to mean?

“Okay well, earlier I heard Hero asking permission to go out, something about helping the bakery and whatever-” Kel explained, “And he said Mari was gonna be there too, okay? And then my parents were like, “Oh go bring Kel too,” and Hero was like, “Ah- Uh- Well I can’t because…” something, something, I don’t remember.” Sunny had some problems retaining the information at the speed Kel was talking.

“Then Hero turned red, and my parents were laughing about “young love” and “how he and Mari look good together”, and Hero left!”

So?

“So, basically, I think they’re going on… a date!”

A date? Ew.

“Yea, they’re probably gonna kiss n’ all…” Kel stuck his tongue out, “Gross right?”

He nodded, but why is Kel telling him this?

“And I was thinking… let’s spy on them!”

Sunny gave a confused expression. Why… would they want to do that?

“Hey, don’t give me that look, I’m bored okay?”

The sound of footsteps was heard behind him, his mother coming up to the door.

“Hi, Kel!” His mother smiled, “What are you doing here?”

Kel shrugged, “Nothing, just asking Sunny if he wants to shoot some hoops with me at the park.”

“Oh, that sounds fun! He does need some exercise, now I’m not gonna keep you two here any longer, have fun!” His mother said as Sunny gave Kel a look of betrayal. How dare he lie to his mom just to force him into his plan of spying on their sibling's so-called date?

“C'mon, Sunny, let’s go!” Kel urged, grabbing his hand as he speeded down the road, dragging Sunny along.

Sunny groaned, his nap was ruined just for this…

Sunny became a deadweight, hoping to slow Kel down as he was running, and he was actually successful, managing to make Kel walk instead of run. He had no idea where they were going, so he had to trust Kel (which was usually a bad idea).

What made him confused is that they went to Basil’s house. Why would Mari and Hero have their date there? 

Before Kel could knock on Basil’s door, Sunny pinched him on his arm.

“Owww…” Kel whined, “That hurt!”

“Don’t knock like that. It’s annoying.” Sunny said.

“Finnnneeee…”

Kel knocked 3 times, pouting at Sunny, “Happy?”

He nodded.

The door opened to 2 familiar faces, Basil and Aubrey.

“Hello- Kel?” Basil said, very confused at the sight of them, “Why’d you knock 3 times?”

“Because SOMEONE-” Kel poked Sunny, who waved at them, “Told me so. Wait, why is Aubrey here?”

“Can’t I just hang out with him?! Why are you here anyway?” Aubrey huffed, crossing her arms.

“Wellll… Hero and Mari are going on a date! And we’re gonna spy on them!” Kel said excitedly. 

“Oh really?” Aubrey said with stars in her eyes, “They’re so cute together… ooo I wonder if they’re on a romantic date… with candles and-”

“Ew…. we’re gonna surprise them and ruin their date because that’s GROSS!”

Aubrey seemed to be in shock because of this, “Why would we do that?!”

“Yea… that’s kinda rude… we’re gonna be intruding on their private time,” Basil added.

“AH! Well- Sunny help me out here!” Kel asked. Sunny gave him a blank stare.

“Thanks a lot…” Kel grumbled, “Fine, we won’t ruin it! We’ll watch… ew.”

“Isn’t that still an invasion of their privac-” Basil said, interrupted by Kel.

“What they don’t know, won’t hurt them!” Kel exclaimed.

“Yea, but you’re so loud, I bet people can hear you from outer space!” Aubrey said.

“Hey! I’m not that loud!”

Kel and Aubrey began to bicker, which was how most conversations with the two of them ended up.

“Do you know where they are?”

Silence.

“Umm… Hero didn’t say where….” Kel sheepishly said as he scratched his head.

“KEL! Why’d you tell us then?!” Aubrey said, smacking him lightly on the head.

“OW! Well... I was assuming that we would-”

“Maybe they’re in the secret hangout spot?” Sunny offered.

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“Yea! We should check there!” 

“Wait, let me tell my grandma we’re going,” Basil said, walking away.

They waited a couple of moments before Basil returned, nodding his head. 

“Alright! Operation: Secret Date Spies is a go!” Kel pumped his fist in the air a couple of times, before taking off.

They made it to the secret hiding spot, hiding themselves the best they could, trying to get to the open patch of grass. And there they were, Mari and Hero, by themselves.

They all hid behind a large tree, Kel and Aubrey whisper-fighting.

“Move out of the way Kel! I can’t see anything!” Aubrey whispered.

“Go to the other side!” Kel responded.

“Guys we’re gonna get caught if you two don’t stop talking!” Basil said.

That shut them up, and they could actually focus on what they came here for, Mari and Hero. They were on a picnic blanket, just chit-chatting and eating some sandwiches. Sunny couldn’t hear what they were talking about (just a “so many” from Hero) from the distance. 

Then they started to lean in closer, and Sunny was preparing himself to close his eyes when the inevitable kiss happened, but suddenly Mari put a finger on Hero’s lips.

“I know you guys are there, y’know.” She laughed, and they emerged from the back of the tree.

Hero turned bright red, “Wha- You guys! Who’s idea was this?!”

They all pointed at Kel.

“Hey- Um- It was Aubrey!” Kel lied.

“No, it wasn’t!” Aubrey was fuming.

“Kel!” Hero groaned.

“It’s okay Hero, I was expecting this was gonna happen, but don’t worry! I made enough food for everyone!” Mari got out all the sandwiches from the picnic basket.

“Is that why you have so many sandwiches?” Hero asked.

“Mhm, come on, what are you guys waiting for?” Mari gestured to the picnic, “C’mon!”

They all went to the picnic basket, Basil muttering a small sorry for ruining their date. Sunny refused the sandwich Mari offered him, instead opting to lie down on the grass, afraid to take up too much space on the picnic blanket. The ground was soft and comfortable, and he could feel himself slipping into a nice cozy dream, mimicking his current reality.

 Happiness was the only thing you could describe Sunny as at that moment, happy and surrounded by the warmth of his friends.

END!

Mmmmm fluff for the soul... anyway this was super fun to write I should write fluff more but... angst is just calling my name... Oh and btw I'm gonna write a continuation for "Hero's Misery" and it's gonna be in Kel's pov, I'm hoping to cover the rest of the friend group (the same timeline, but just different pov's). Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing this! - Sage

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @marluxiazine! I was a guest writer!!! I wanted to do a missing scene between KH1 and CoM, the tension between Marluxia, Axel, and Larxene is fun to poke at.

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Marluxia was a smart man. No, not just smart—he was sharp, clever, and ambitious. Those were the basic requirements for any schemer, let alone one that aimed for power. And especially needed for one that wanted to take over the Organization. Perhaps the lesser members could be fooled and killed with mere intelligence, but Saix and Xemnas?

He’d seen the way they regarded him, the way they talked to each other in hushed voices and coded words, their sharp eyes searching for weakness. They suspected something. No, Marluxia would have to be cunning to take them down. He’d have to bide his time, but fortunately he’d always been a patient man.

He had been careful, setting up a partner, a plan, and a power source: the key elements for any coup. And now, after all this time, he was mere steps away from taking action.

This was the worst time for a monkey wrench.

So it stood to reason that a red-headed one greeted him the second he opened his door this morning. Leaning against the white wall across the hallway, Axel waved cheerfully and grinned. “Mornin’, Marluxia.”

His jaw tightened. There was just something inherently distrustful about Axel. It went even beyond his odd friendship with the rigid Saix. Axel was like a cannon waiting to go off, a bomb about to explode, and Marluxia didn’t want to get caught in the blast.

Closing the door, Marluxia ignored him and headed down the hall.

“Hey! That’s rude.” Despite his words, Axel didn’t miss a beat and cheerfully fell in place beside him. Their strides were the same, and unlike the lazy Demyx, Axel wasn’t one to give up easily. “At least say good morning!”

Marluxia kept his mouth clamped shut. Maybe if he kept quiet long enough, Axel would take a hint and leave.

“And here I thought you had the best manners here.” Axel sighed, shaking his head.

After several more turns, it became clear that Axel was here to stay. The Organization’s headquarters was a large, marble castle, with countless hallways and rooms. Marluxia could sometimes go days without seeing another member.  There were dozens of routes to the same destination. With the social tact of a cumbersome ox, Axel refused to utilise any of those.

Axel prodded again, “You hate me that much? Come on, we’re about to go on a mission together, would it kill ya to be a little friendlier?”

Even bumping into one of Vexen’s experiments was preferable to dealing with the organization’s clown. Marluxia gritted his teeth. “It could.”

“Ouch.” Axel winced. “Even Xion and Roxas at least wave back, and they didn’t know their right from their left when they joined.”

“And?” Marluxia raised a brow. Those two had been an unexpected twist in his plans. If only they’d come sooner. He could have made good use of them.

Now they had been corrupted by this moron. Truly, it was a pity.

“I thought you’d care about them more. My mistake.” Axel smirked slyly, and he lowered his voice conspiratorially. There was something familiar about the gleam in his eyes. “Speaking of keyblade wielder’s, how’s yours?”

Marluxia shot him a sharp look. Just how much did the buffoon know? “Mine?”

“Right, right.” He held up his hands in surrender. Rolling his eyes, Axel corrected himself. “The organization’s. How is our keyblade wielder?”

“On schedule,” Marluxia replied carefully. There was no need to give away more than he had to. “Just be prepared for your part.”

“That’s why I’m asking!” Axel threw his long arms up dramatically. He whined, “How can I prepare when I don’t know anything? We’re leaving tomorrow! Can’t you tell me something? Just a little?”

“No.” It was a blunt answer. There was nothing else to say. For whatever reason, Marluxia had been saddled with loyalists for his mission to Castle Oblivion. No, it wasn’t as coincidental as that—he remembered Saix’s eyes as Xemnas gave the orders. Those sharp eyes had been fixed on Marluxia the entire time, as though searching for a reaction.

Saix suspected something. Of course he did—he was a smart man.

Still, Marluxia was smarter. He had contingencies in place.

“You and Saix, silent bastards.” Axel sighed, shaking his head. “Just randomly sending me to this castle and not telling me why. What, you don’t trust me?”

“Of course not.” Marluxia resisted the urge to snort at the ridiculous question.

“Boo.” Axel laced his hands behind his neck and shrugged. “Well, that’s fine. I like surprises.” His expression remained carefree. “Still, it’s funny, don’t you think?”

“What?” Marluxia asked warily, sensing a trap.

“Well, they’re sending Zexion and Lexaeus and they’re as loyal as dogs.” Axel hummed, his eyes sharp despite his light tone. “I’m surprised they’re grouped with us. You think Xemnas would know better.”

“What are you implying?” Marluxia narrowed his eyes.

“Ohh, scary.” Axel pulled away, pretending to be scared. “Nothing, really. Just that it’s funny.”

Before Marluxia could push any deeper, they rounded the corner. Just ahead, Larxene waited for them impatiently. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and a finger tapping against her upper arm. Spotting Axel, she wrinkled her nose, disgusted. “Seriously?”

It was strange how poorly they got along despite how similar they were. Both of them were chaotic, bending the rules for their purposes, only following the orders they liked, as unpredictable as the fire and lightning they controlled. It was a miracle that Larxene had followed him lockstep so far.

“Good morning to you too!” Axel smirked. He had taken Larxene’s hate into stride, more amused than insulted by the constant jabs.

“It was until I saw you.” Grimacing, she turned to Marluxia. “Why is that thing here?”

“That thing?” Axel clutched his chest, wounded. “Come on, we’re about to go away together. Shouldn’t we get to know each other better?”

Larxene scowled. Marluxia could feel static electricity build up in the air as her temper flared. “Are you serious?”

Looking like a cat that caught the canary, Axel baited, “I thought that we could be buddies.”

“We’re never going to be ‘buddies’, loser,” Larxene snarled. The electricity grew stronger. Marluxia could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Right, right, just working together for now.” Axel rubbed his shoulder with a contented sigh. “Huh, something must be in the air right now. That really worked out the crinks in my back.”

Larxene growled.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today.” Ignoring the charged atmosphere, Axel waved merrily and turned around. “Well, I need to go find my actual buddies before we go. Got some lose ends I need to wrap up.” He glanced at Marluxia with a knowing smile. “An extra keyblade could always come in handy in the future, right?”

“Just go!” Larxene sneered, shooting daggers at his back until he rounded the corner. The electricity didn’t dissipate, and she stomped her foot. “I can’t believe we have to work with that guy. He’s so goddamn annoying.”

Part of him wondered if this was just a case of same recognizing same, of two identical forces unable to connect like the ends of a magnet. “Just deal with him for now.”

Marluxia rubbed his chin absentmindedly as he stared at the empty hallway behind him. Axel always had a keen eye. Those barbed questions struck deeper than he’d like to admit.

How much did Axel know?

And just what was he going to do with that knowledge?

Marluxia had waited months for this opportunity to arise and there wouldn’t be another one like it. Roxas and Xion were already part of the organization; even with Naminé, he would have a hard time switching their loyalties from the wayward Axel. The only keyblader wielder left was Sora, and after this visit to Castle Oblivion, he would be a puppet one way or another.

No, this was his only opportunity. Sora was stronger than the two nobodies, the superior keyblade wielder. Combine his power with Naminé’s memory wipe, and it wouldn’t be long before Marluxia controlled the castle and, with it, Kingdom Hearts.

It wouldn’t be long before he would have a heart of his own and could finally understand what it meant to feel.

Something in him tinged at the thought, at the memory. A relic of before, a fleeting emotion that meant nothing. It came to him sometimes, when he pulled out his scythe. Images of his old life flashed, of a girl who must have meant something at one point.

If he regained his heart, would he know who she was? What she meant?

When he didn’t reply, lost in thought, Larxene glared and growled, “He’s not actually joining us, right? We’re just using him.”

There would be time to deal with those memories later. For now, he had to keep Larxene on his side. Snapping out of his thoughts, Marluxia dismissed her concerns with a nonchalant nod. “He’s just a useful pawn.”

“It’s not like we need him,” Larxene scoffed. “We can manage this, just the two of us.”

Marluxia sighed, feeling a headache form. “Tolerate him a little longer.””

“Sure.” She pulled out one of her daggers, twirling it between her fingers with a smirk. “It’s going to be fun, killing him.”

It would be, if Axel didn’t kill them first.

Marluxia was a smart man. No, not just smart—he was sharp, clever, and ambitious. Which was exactly why he could recognize the gleam in Axel’s eyes when he had stood outside of Marluxia’s room, the predatory way his lips had pulled back into a taut smirk.

Marluxia had seen the same look in the mirror whenever he planned their takeover.  An odd sense of foreboding filled him.

“Be careful,” he warned. For as dangerous and aggravating Larxene was at times, he still oddly enjoyed her company. There were few in the Organization he could tolerate, fewer still he liked, and he was loathe to lose her. “He’s up to something.”

“So are we.” Larxene smirked and sparks shot out the tip of her fingers. Even to her doom, she would remain cocky and overconfident.

Usually, it was enough that Marluxia was here to temper her ego.

But he could only think about Axel’s sly words, his sharp eyes, his obvious taunting.

He might know that. That foreboding chill ran up his spine again. This time, his plans might not be enough. But admitting that aloud was akin to admitting defeat.

And Marluxia would never admit defeat. He forced himself to relax his shoulders. “We will spring our trap first.”

Marluxia was a smart man. No, not just smart—he was sharp, clever, and ambitious. As good as Axel was, he was better.

[trashyocstash]

chapter 7, a note that this one is heavy, but there's enough fluff to make up for it

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6

The sun rose in the sky, the rays waking Lily up. Normally it would take her a bit to fall asleep, but she was grateful for finally managing to get a good amount of rest.

As a result, she felt chipper as she headed downstairs. Phantom Blot was still asleep, and it was fascinating to watch such a dangerous man in such a vulnerable position, not helped by the cute floral pillows and blanket he was using. Lily approached him quietly. He looked peaceful and..kinda adorable. She blushed at the thought, and decided to make her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, thinking the smell might wake him up.

Not knowing what he liked, Lily prepared both pancakes and fluffy waffles, figuring he probably enjoyed either or. 

When the food was close to being finished, Blot's nose caught a whiff of it, making him open his eyes. He enjoyed the atmosphere he was in, being in Lily's cozy house, using her blanket and pillows and smelling both pancakes and waffles. A smile formed on his face, she was trying to be considerate by making both for him and he appreciated it.

Phantom Blot slipped off the couch. Right then, he was just in a pair of jeans with a belt attached, and a jacket. Considering he needed to occasionally put ice on his bruises, he figured it was more convenient for the one on his chest if he walked around topless. Plus..he knew Lily would enjoy it.

He made his way into the kitchen, noting that she was waiting for the pancakes to finish heating up. Lily’s ears twitched and she turned her head to look at him, blushing at him being topless.

“Hi..Blot..”

He grinned, “Good morning darling.”

She had to admit, she really enjoyed the pet name. Combined with his voice, he sounded so suave and gentlemanly..so romantic. Lily tried to ignore her thoughts as she replied, “Which do you prefer, pancakes or waffles?”

“Hmm..pancakes..”

“You'll love the ones I made, they're an old family recipe. My mom gave it to me before I left,” She smiled.

“Old family recipe huh? I'll trust it,” He grinned, “You know…my family is old money. Our wealth traces back to the late nineteenth century.”

Lily's eyes widened, he mentioned living in a mansion but she hadn't considered his wealth before, “Really?”

Phantom Blot nodded, “My family name still carries respect, I've been invited to rich people's parties as a result. You're not missing anything though, they're all pretty boring,” He laughed, “my parents would make a big stink about me living up to the family name. And when I first became a criminal, I was brushed off as just a rich boy. But now here I am, the world's greatest criminal mind.”

A worry washed over Lily from his comment on his parents, but she thought it might be too personal to ask about it, “I..I would never have guessed I'd meet someone rich here.”

“Well I never would've guessed I'd meet someone like you either. I do appreciate how kind and caring you've been, regardless of my villainy and what I've done to you,” He smiled.

She blushed, “I believe in the importance of being kind, everyone deserves it, including you. And I wasn't just going to leave you alone and injured.”

Lily noted the pancakes were done and began putting them on a plate as Phantom Blot watched her, her words only making his feelings grow. Bringing up his family made him think about how his parents certainly wouldn't approve of Lily due to her being a normal middle class woman over being rich, and he loved that.

They got their food and sat down to eat together. Blot tasted the pancakes and grinned, “Looks like I was right to trust it, these are amazing.”

She smiled, “Thank you..”

“I told you about how I got my injuries, with the whole fight yesterday. What have you been up to?” He asked.

Lily paused, she knew he was jealous about the matchmaking, but he asked, and she felt it rude not to answer, “I went on a date last night.”

He paused mid bite, “What?”

“It was with the guy I got matched with, we went to an Italian restaurant together. It was..nice..”

Phantom Blot frowned, unable to ignore the jealousy he felt. She should be his, not some other guy's.

She noted his predictable jealousy and anger, and decided to switch topics, “I’ve also been working on customizing my house..like..I got Horace to make a whole sunroom for me.”

He switched to a smile, “Well then I'll have to see it.”

“And you saw the kitchen, with the pink walls and white tiles..and how the furniture doesn't match..but I'm planning to eventually paint them with Mickey and Minnie,” Lily smiled back.

“Hmm..”

“Well, what about your house? What's that like?”

“It's gothic, I love that kind of aesthetic, but you could probably tell that already with how I wear all black and how my villain costume is a black sheet ghost,” He chuckled, “there's a sizable garden in the front too,” Blot was aware of her love of nature so made a point to mention the garden.

“It must be beautiful,” She replied in awe.

“It is, you'd love it.”

The two continued to chat as they ate breakfast, enjoying each other's company.

Afterwards, Lily headed to her room to change into casual clothes and brush her hair. She thought about how she had the Phantom Blot of all people staying with her, but at least he was being kind and his presence was making her feelings even more complicated. He was dangerous and had hurt her friends and others, but he was sweet and gentle with her and she could sense a growing attraction to him. She wasn't sure what she should do or how she should feel.

When she headed back downstairs, she heard a knock on the door and went to open it. Lily smiled, seeing that it was Mason, “Oh hi! What are you doing here so early?”

“I wanted to see you again after our date last night,” He smiled back.

Mason's smile disappeared when he saw someone approach the two from behind and noted it was the Phantom Blot of all people, “Lily? What is he doing here?”

Blot wrapped his arms around Lily possessively, and glared menacingly at Mason, who gulped nervously at the sight. It didn't help that Phantom Blot was tall, very tall, it made him look all the more intimidating.

“He came to me injured after a fight, so I've been caring for him,” Lily explained.  

“But why would he come to you? You're not secretly a criminal, are you?”

Lily began to panic, “No! No I'm not! It's just..he's kidnapped me before and is fond of me.”

“Listen uh..I gotta..I gotta go..”

“Wait!”

Mason turned around and left, shutting the door behind him.

Phantom Blot sneered, “What a coward, you deserve better than that.”

Lily turned to him with a frown and sounded angry, “Blot!”

“What?” He shrugged, “Just being honest.”

“But you're not helping! And now..” She looked away, “I’ve messed everything up.”

He moved his hands to place them on her shoulders, “Don't worry, it's not your fault. He's the one who chose to run away.”

Lily was grateful that he was trying to be reassuring, which made her feel better, “Thank you.”

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Blot relaxed on the couch, putting ice on his bruising while some show he wasn't paying attention to was on the TV.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Mickey walking down the street, reminding him that both the mouse and Lily lived in the same neighbourhood.

It made him chuckle, Phantom Blot could only imagine how Mickey would react if he knew one of his enemies was nearby.

He continued to watch the mouse, until he overheard Lily panicking.

“Please say something..please say something..”

Blot turned to look at her, “What's going on?”

“It's..my date from last night, Mason, I've been trying to text him and call him but he’s not responding at all,” She began to cry, “Our friendship must've scared him off..”

Her crying worried him, he hated to see her like this, “He wasn't worth it then. Like I said, you deserve better.”

He wanted to wipe her tears away, but that would involve touching her cheeks, so he stayed put.

She smiled through her tears from his words, “I..I appreciate it,” A frown formed on her face again, “It's just..I'm terrified that no one will love me. My ex boyfriend, Cody, told me that no one would love me like he did. I loved him, I didn't notice all the red flags and excused his actions because of that. I thought all the good moments made it worth staying for. It was only when..he hit me..that I realized how wrong everything was. I'm so stupid..I should've..” She couldn't continue, her crying getting worse.

Trying to comfort someone in such a state wasn't something he was used to, but he wanted to do his best for her. He now had confirmation that her ex was the one who had hurt her, and knowing the things he had said to her, what he had made Lily believe about herself made things worse. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but it was hard to be so open about his feelings. His natural guarding instincts flared up, and he wrapped his arms around her in a tender embrace, over the possessiveness he previously displayed.

“You're not stupid…he's the stupid one..treating you like that..making you believe those awful things about yourself..”

Lily was taken aback by the hug and his words, but was grateful, “Thank you..thank you…” She paused, “I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I know when you were hiding your identity that it wasn't intended to be malicious or for long and that you were just lying low. And I can understand why you wouldn't want to reveal it right away, you are the Phantom Blot,” She chuckled a little.

“I appreciate it,” He smiled.

“I was so upset about it because well..it's hard for me to trust people. It's not just Cody, I also had two friends I knew back in Duckburg named Madison and Olivia. They all seemed so nice, it was only after getting to know them that they revealed all their horrible behavior. There was one time when they made me go to an on campus party, I was uncomfortable the whole time but they didn't seem to notice, or care. They pressured me into getting drunk, it was..awful..it tasted bad, I woke up with a hangover and had to look after myself. They didn't help at all and just cracked jokes about my drunk self being better than my regular self,” Lily explained sadly.

Phantom Blot was enraged by all the people who had hurt her, but he kept his anger hidden. Knowing of her trust issues made him feel worse about his actions, which he wasn't used to.

But he was also grateful for her forgiveness and her opening up, it made him feel like they were closer than ever. Perhaps one day, he'd open up to her too.

“Well you don't need them anyway. Besides, you know that I like you, as you are.”

“I like you too,” Lily smiled.

Again he said he liked her, and again she wondered if he loved her. Lily’s messy feelings made her both curious as to why she was interested in him being in love with her, perhaps secretly desiring it, and reminding herself of his villainy. Of all people, she chose to open up to him. It was surprising, but she was grateful for it, especially with how sweet and caring he'd been.

Blot picked up the remote, “Why don't we laugh at some trashy reality TV together?”

“Sure!”

Lily was able to relax, laughing at bad TV with him and enjoying herself. She joined him in on poking fun at what they were watching, and eventually, she unconsciously found herself resting her head on his shoulder.

He noticed and smirked, he loved having her so close and his tail began to wag.

Lily felt his tail against her, and noticed where her head was, making her blush and move it away, embarrassed at being caught and that her head had been on his shoulder at all.

“You don't have to move your head away if you don't want to,” His smirk remained, which didn't help Lily's shyness.

Her nerves shot up as she decided to lay her head back on his shoulder. Lily’s face was a deep red, but she really did enjoy herself. He'd shown no interest in hurting her, and had been so reassuring and caring, making her feel more at ease in his presence.

Phantom Blot wrapped an arm around her, his cheeks turning pink as they continued to watch TV together.

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Later on, Lily decided to check on his wounds. She placed a hand on his cheek, “How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

Blot nuzzled his head against her hand, making her blush, before he replied, “I'm doing good.”

“I..I'm glad..” She paused, “What would you like for dinner?”

He thought about it, considering his busted lip, he definitely needed to stick with softer foods like the pancakes and fluffy waffles Lily had made for breakfast, “Hm, mashed potatoes and beef casserole would be fine. Not what I normally eat, but, you know,” He pointed to his split lip and put on a goofy face.

She giggled, “Alright!”

Phantom Blot grinned, after how upset she'd been today, he was glad to hear her giggling, “Your giggle sounds adorable.”

Lily blushed, appreciating the compliment.

—-------

They enjoyed their dinner together, and eventually, the time came for them to get ready for bed.

Phantom Blot headed into bed, and as he was trying to fall asleep, he was finding it difficult, then..

“Insolent child! How many times have we told you to pay attention? Now look at what you've done!”

His eyes shot open upon the words of his father echoing in his mind. 

He clutched the blanket and held it closer to him, his claws digging into the fabric and his hands sweating as his mother's words came to the forefront.

“I don't want to hear another word out of you. You must learn to pay attention. Just stay focused and don't talk.”

Luckily, the blanket and pillows began to calm him down. It was knowing those belonged to Lily and smelling her scent that helped. Phantom Blot could tell her, go to her for comfort like he'd comforted her, but he wasn't yet ready to be so vulnerable. He had never been that way with anyone in his life after all.

This time as he went to fall asleep, he was able to relax and feel at peace. Everything was better for him, now that he had met her.

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT SAINT LOUIS

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Harry was doing his same script, he’s been starting every show but addressing the circular stage.

“Sometimes you’ll get m’face and sometimes you’ll get m’ass. Please, let me know if y’have a preference,” He gives the crowd a cocky grin, it widens when the audience goes insane with whistles and screams.

YN is standing off to the side, where she always stands with Harry’s friends and family who come and go - visiting them.

Harry’s eyes dart to his wife, when he sees her rolls her eyes at him, he points at her, speaking right into the microphone, “And you’ll be gettin’ the ass baby!”

The arena is near deafening with the fans who are fawning and cooing at the couples interactions, they all look back to YN.

She blows him a kiss and he dramatically snatches, smacking it right on his backside with a cheeky wink and purse of his lips.

He goes on with the show in his stunning red outfit that fit for Saint Louis perfectly - YN was matching him in a dark satin orange slinky dress that was undeniably sexy. It had Harry feeling her up backstage before he went on. ***

The fans loved that the couple matched at every concert.

YN loved watching her husband perform and after that comment about her getting his ass…well, it gave her some ideas for later.

The way the shirt he was wearing wasn’t buttoned enough so she could see the glisten on his chest, how the trousers hugged his perky backside like a sin.

It may be wrong, but everybody in this arena wanted him.

They want to hug him, kiss him, blow him, fuck him - but the only one who got that was her and she basked in it.

As Harry finishes with Kiwi, losing his absolute shit, YN and everyone else starts to head backstage. YN waves to a few fans and stops for a selfie or two before disappearing.

When Harry runs back to join, after dashing from center stage, he automatically finds his wife and wraps her up into a tight hug.

“Ew, bun. You’re extra sweaty, you definitely need to go shower,” YN crinkles her nose, pushing him off as he does stink a bit and is just sticky from sweat.

Usually, Harry would coerce his wife into joining him but they had quite a few friends who came to see the concert and YN was expected to entertain them.

“I’ll be thinkin’ about you, flower,” He teases, nipping her ear before chatting with their friends for a moment before he’s trailing off to shower and change.

-

YN waits a few minutes, enough time to guarantee he was already in the shower - soaping up.

She punches in the code to his locked dressing room, a soft smirk on her face as she steps over where he’s strewn the orange ensemble to purposefully piss off Harry Lambert - like always.

When she opens the bathroom door, she makes sure to be as quiet as possible - same as when she shuts and locks it behind her.

It a modern, standard shower stall and Harry is standing facing away from his wife - scrubbing his hair roughly to get the styling gel and grime out.

Harry’s shoulders are so broad.

His back is just…beautiful.

It’s so muscular, defined, and strong as he flexes his arms forward. Then her eyes trail down to his backside.

His bum was small, she loved to tease him and pinch it but it was muscular as well from those squats and wall sits he does in the gym.

After she quickly undresses, she steps in behind him into shower - pressing her chest up against his wet back and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Harry startles, nearly jumping out of his own skin before huffing out a laugh and leaning back into his wife, relaxing - well more like melting as he puts his weight on her.

“Thought y’were some crazy fan,” He jokes, hand coming down to cup the hers on his waist but frowning when she pulls back.

“Against the wall,” YN murmurs firmly, pushing him gently until his chest is against the tile and the shower head is pounding on his back and shoulders.

Harry shuffles forward, willingly albeit confused about what was going on and his wife’s demeanor as the cold of the wall hardens his nipples.

“Baby? Y’alright-“

“Did you wash yourself up already?” YN asks directly, hands rubbing softly at his sides, squeezing where his mini love handles are.

“M’body? Yeah, why-“

She cuts him off again, lips on his shoulder blade, “You told the crowd and me that I was getting your ass. I’m just holding you to your word.”

And when Harry realizes what’s about to go down, he lets out a low, explicit moan that echos throughout the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby, yeah,” He babbles excitedly, it wasn’t like this was something rare for them. They normally incorporated ass play into their sex life.

It was something about catching him off guard, when he’s vulnerable, and the post-show adrenaline has already worn off - making him malleable and pliant for his wife.

“You want to be all cocky, arrogant on stage, right? But look at you now, whining for your wife to touch you,” YN teases sharply, hand drifting down to squeeze his cheek hard enough to make him squeak.

“Baby. I’m yours, I’m yours,” He gasps, voice turning into a raspy yet high begging tone.

It was a tone of his voice that nobody in that crowd had or would ever hear. No, it was saved for her when she had him like this, like nobody else ever will.

“You don’t think I know that, Harry?” His wife laughs, fingers moving to sneak between his cheeks, pressing tightly against where he’s aching for her.

She continues, “God, I think everyone knows your mine. You can’t keep your eyes off me during the concert, parade around your wedding band, make sure my tattoo is always visible.”

“It’s ‘cause you- oh fuck, s’cause y’my soulmate,” Harry moans, pushing back on her fingers - wanting more but she wasn’t willing, “Need more, darlin’, m’close.”

She really wasn’t even doing much beside pressing at him, pushing in just the tiniest amount but he was grinding his hips against the wall a bit and her tits felt so good on his back.

Sometimes when he came off stage, he had absolutely no stamina.

Normally he could last but when he was adrenaline high and had basically edge himself in front of tens of thousands of people, it wasn’t going to be a long event.

“That’s really sad, H. Reminding me of when we were teenagers and you couldn’t last,” YN ends her rude statement with a bite to his shoulder before dragging her teeth down a bit.

It was just fun to get Harry worked up, he still acted the same from when they were younger - he’d get bratty and demanding, whiney, his chest and neck bloom into a soft pink color, and his eyes are a bit wet.

“Still just as much of a fool f’you, tha’s why,” Harry puffs out, hands continuously clenching and releasing over and over against the wall - like he wants to just make Harry wife touch him, tortured by her teasing.

“Fine, fine,” YN simpers, as if he was being a pain but she slips down onto her knees - hands dragging down his back and then his lean, solid thighs.

But in typical Harry behavior, he turns back and looks over his shoulder, “Sunflower, y’knees? We can move out of the shower.”

“Shush up,” She accentuates her words with a heavy handed smack to his right cheek and she chuckles when he gasps out a quiet, “Fuck.”

YN cups his cheeks, spreading them and leaning forward.

As soon as her tongue hits where he’s hot and tight, his legs twitch, and he puts his hands on the wall to brace himself.

“Darling, baby, baby,” Harry mewls, pushing back for more and hissing when she licks into him - his ring-bare hand leaning back to thread into her hair.

YN was planning to draw this out but she only gets a few directed laps before he’s moaning obsencenly, loud enough to hear through the god damn arena.

And then he’s gripping his cock, giving one firm tug, and he’s coming with pants and unfiltered, inconsiderate shouts of pleasure.

“S’good, m’good wife. S’no one better than you. Y’the only one who makes me feel like this. Crave y’like a drug, flower,” He praises endlessly, he turns around and helps her up - kissing her harshly.

When his hand comes to sneak between her thighs, she shakes her head and murmurs, “We don’t have time, H. Everyone is waiting on us.”

He pouts with his swollen pink lips, “I’ll take care of y’are the hotel, promise.”

“Mm,” She agrees, scrubbing the leftover shampoo bubbles from his hair as he tucks his face into her neck and tries make himself smaller.

Harry always gets a little sheepish after she does anything that makes him feel vulnerable, needs reassurance from her.

“Only with you, m’yours. Y’own my heart, ‘ave since we were fifteen,” Harry murmurs into her neck.

-

When they get themselves together, dressed, and exit the bathroom into the dressing room.

Harry Lambert is irritated as he is picking Harry’s clothing off the floor and putting it back on the hanger.

The stylist gives them a look, a knowing look, as he hangs the trousers on the rack.

“Fuck off,” The singer huffs, tugging his wife by the hand out of the room and to the car waiting for them.

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This is just a scene that @onereyofstarlight​ sparked. Actually totally her idea, I just gave it words. She thought Scott might have a hobby, so we gave him one :D So yeah, all for the wonderful @onereyofstarlight​ cos she is wonderful :D

Doesn’t really go anywhere, loosely related to V.T. Green. Mostly fluff.

I hope you enjoy it :D

-o-o-o-

Virgil was up later than usual this morning. Possibly because he went to bed later than usual. He really needed to not look at his blog before bed. The argument had been dangling like a carrot and he couldn’t help himself.

Next time he would leave the idiots for Brains and let the genius decimate them with math. He was a weapon to be wielded as needed, but Virgil liked to fight his own engineering wars and keep him for the big ones.

This one was big enough.

Consequently, he stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen at least an hour later than usual and in need of at least a gallon of coffee before he would be willing to engage with anything or anybody.

So it was both wonderful and annoying to find the kitchen full of brothers.

An internal sigh, just waiting for the comments.

“You’re kidding.” Alan sounded shocked more than anything else.

John was hovering over the table and cocked an eyebrow at his youngest brother. “He flies the fastest plane on the planet, Alan.”

“Yeeeaah, but this is different.”

“How?”

Alan muttered something, but Virgil was far more interested in the coffee machine across the room.

“Afternoon, Virg!” Gordon, as usual was far too many decibels higher than the zero Virgil preferred.

Virgil wasn’t rude, however. A grunt sufficed.

If a glare was involved, it was truly in the effort of saving his younger brother’s life.

Gordon, of course, only grinned wider and shoved his sandwich in his mouth as he wandered past.

Virgil ignored him.

Extensively.

“But you’re a genius!” The exasperation in Alan’s voice drew Virgil’s attention back to the kitchen table. Scott had his head down and what appeared to be a stylus sticking out over his right ear.

“Labels, Alan. Everyone needs someone to check their work.”

“Ask Eos!”

“Why? Scott has always been my beta.”

Oh, so that’s what Scott was doing. Virgil went back to staring at the coffee machine and for the umpteenth time ran the designs through his head that could help develop a machine that could beam in coffee abracadabra so he didn’t have to wait.

“You’ve missed a variable.” Scott’s voice was thoughtful.

“A whole variable?!”

“You doubled it here, but you missed it in the final equation.”

A glance at the table again and Virgil raised an eyebrow. John looked fit to explode.

“Goddamnit, how the hell did I miss that?”

“Easy done.” Scott pulled the stylus out of his hair and started scribbling on the table.

Oh, so we are at table level already. Virgil tried to remember if Alan had ever seen Scott play with math. A slow blink and honestly, he couldn’t recall.

The coffee machine chimed and his attention was drawn back to the warmth awaiting him. He wrapped both hands around the mug and focussed on rebooting his brain.

It was wonderful.

“But how?!” Alan’s voice was incredulity itself.

As expected, Scott continued scribbling and ignored Alan completely.

Virgil had to smirk. Table level was really something to see.

Wall level…well, there was a reason why they used certain kinds of teflon paint throughout the villa and especially in Scott’s office. Not that his brother had had the chance to really play with math since Dad…

Ugh. Virgil needed more coffee.

At least that explained why Alan was so gobsmacked.

But still, it wasn’t as if John had stopped programming.

But then, Alan did tend to be clueless on some fronts.

Eh. Another cup of coffee coming up.

“I can’t believe it. Scott, that is perfect…wait, why that coefficient?” John sounded almost eager.

“You can’t have that result and expect that equation to solve to match that number without that coefficient. That is why you needed the variable.”

Virgil watched over his coffee cup as John frowned down at the table.

Alan appeared to be watching a tennis match between them.

“You’re right.” It was a sigh from John and his brother wilted.

Scott smiled up at him and went back to scribbling on the table.

“Now what are you doing?” Alan peered at the table.

“I like the pattern.”

John snorted.

“What pattern?” Alan sounded genuinely curious.

Virgil wandered over to the table and peered down at the numbers his brother was scribbling down.

Virgil was good with math. He used it like any other tool to get the results he needed. He was an engineer; he could speak numbers.

John wrote in numbers, he created in numbers and thoroughly enjoyed it, but again, math to John was as much a tool as it was to Virgil. A means to an end.

To Scott it was something else.

Sure, Scott had the math skills to be an excellent pilot, but his interest lay way beyond that relatively simple application.

Math to Scott was like music to Virgil.

The only reason Alan might not know this was that Scott spent so much of his time doing the necessary rather than the fun.

Watching him let himself play was wonderful.

Virgil stepped up beside Alan

His littlest brother looked up at him, shock still all over his face. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

Virgil shrugged and sipped at his coffee. “Nothing to tell.” Scott had always enjoyed maths.

Alan waved at the numbers on the table. “This is amazing.”

Scott was oblivious, of course. Virgil couldn’t help but smile. He hadn’t seen Scott go on a math bender in years. Looking up at John, he found a smile similar to his own. Perhaps this was planned, perhaps not. John’s exasperation had appeared real enough.

Their big brother slipped into what looked like multi-dimensional trigonometry. He was skirting the edge of Virgil’s knowledge and no doubt, left to himself, Scott would leave Virgil in the dust.

John could follow, but then Scott’s mathematical creations were more for the enjoyment than any practical purpose, and John had a tendency to get distracted by individual concepts in Scott’s mosaic and run off with those.

Virgil just enjoyed watching Scott enjoy himself.

Hell, right now his classy big brother had his tongue peeking out one side of his mouth as, eyes wide, he scribbled down yet another equation that summarised the previous array of functions.

Truly it was like music.

Alan nudged Virgil, causing ripples in the remains of his coffee, and whispered. “Scott enjoys math?”

Another sip of his coffee. “Yeah, Scott enjoys math.”

And it was beautiful to watch him play.

-o-o-o-

[rose-pearls]

Dustin, for once a successful matchmaker

Summary: two years ago King Steve rejected you in front of his friends, two years later when he comes to pickup your brother Dustin can something change? (spoiler yes it can!)

Being Dustin’s sister had always been an easy task, sure he liked science and crazy projects, but other than that he was the sweetest kid ever. You never really had a lot in common, he liked science and you never really understood the logics of it preferring English and history but still the two of you have a strong bond. 

That is why I never thought I would want to kill him in this instant, but here you were face to face with Steve Harrington looking at you awkwardly and asking where Dustin was.

“Dustin! There is someone here for you.”, I heard something crash and knew something just fell on the floor.

“Coming! Just wait – for god sake- wait who is it?”, another crash came and I knew that if this continued I would have to go upstairs which didn’t sound so bad if I could get away from Harrington.

“It’s Harrington! Apparently, you guys are friends or something”, I trailed of while furrowing my brows at the idea. How in the hell did that happen?

Dustin came tumbling down nearly missing a step but then stood upright with the biggest smile on his face.

“Harrington!”

“Henderson!”, the two started to laugh and the strangest thing started happening before my eyes: they were doing a weird handshake together which was a mix of lightsabers and dying.

“Woaw this is not weird at all”, both boys turned towards me, and Steve looked a bit shy suddenly and his hand went trough his hair.

“Yes, well Steve is going to bring me to the mall do you want to go or are you going to spend your day in the house rewatching the breakfast club for the thousand time?”, Dustin looked at me with a big mischievous grin.

“No thank you I am good here watching tv and enjoying myself without you screaming in your radio and hearing Suzie calling you Dusty bun!”, Dustin’s face went beet red, and Steve started to laugh a bit.

“Dusty bun?”, Dustin slapped Steve’s arm and went even redder in the face.

“Well, I am going back inside have fun and Dustin be careful!”, my brother gave me a big smile and started going to the car, but Steve stayed at the door.

“Are you going to get into your car Harrington because I am going back inside and my mother always says it is rude to close the door in someones face”, I said sarcastically but the boy seemed nervous. 

“I just – you know”, he seemed nervous, and I didn’t like where this was going.

“I wanted to apologies for the way I acted two years ago when you came to me, I was an asshole, and you don’t deserve that.”

I felt the air leave my lungs at his words and memories of that day, that I try to forget, suddenly came back to me. I had a thing for Steve since the first time I saw him in high school, he was a year above me, but I fell instantly. Two years ago, my friends had enough of me silently pining over him and told me to tell him how I felt. That day at lunch I went to his table and tried to speak to him alone, but Tommy didn’t want that, so I confessed my feelings for Steve in front of everyone.

“Wait you are serious? Hahaha Stevie boy you got a little girl that is in love with you”, Steve looked embarrassed at Tommy’s words, and I felt tears welling up.

“Look, I am flattered but you really aren’t my type so, sorry but it’s never going to happen.”

I would always remember Steve’s face; it wasn’t an apologetic face but rather pity. I had just the time to leave the cafeteria and hear the laughter coming from that table before the tears fell. Since that day I avoided anything to do with him so imagine my surprise when he was at my door to pick up my brother and to apparently ‘apologizing’. 

“Yeah, well you were an asshole back then, and you can’t change what you did but thanks I think.”, Steve seemed to try and read my face, but it was blank. 

“I know but I have realized how nasty I was with a lot of people and I’m trying to do better, so I thought that you deserved an apology.”, I nodded softly and whispered a thanks.

“Steeeve are you coming instead of flirting with my sister?”, both of us went red in the cheeks at the words of my idiot brother.

“Dustin!”, the boy seemed to find it funny because he sends me a wink. A wink!

“Well, I better get going otherwise he will start to cry”, I laughed a bit at that, and Steve smiled a bit more at that

“You should better go before he screams again!”, Steve nodded and started to leave before turning back to me.

“Thank you for hearing me out and maybe we can get to know each other better? You know to show you I am not an asshole anymore.”, I probably looked like a fish out of water but tried to form a normal phrase.

“We can see, maybe we can do something with Dustin!”, Steve looked a bit disappointed when I said that but agreed. 

As the two boys left the house, I felt my hands shaking probably from the emotions running through me at this moment of seeing Steve at my door after all these years.

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It has been a month since that day and the three of us have been hanging out, sometimes it was extremely awkward but luckily Dustin was always there the lighten up the mood. Today we are supposed to go bowling and Steve is picking us up. I do have to say he really has changed but in a good way, the way he treats my brother and the way he can always make us all laugh no matter the situation. 

I hear a honk outside and knew that Steve was here.

“Dustin! Steve is here, are you coming?”, I went inside of Dustin’s room and saw him lying on his bed with the blinds down.

“Hey buddy, what is going on?”, Dustin looked at me before closing his eyes again.

“I think I have a cold! I can’t come with you”, as I try to reach for him to check if he has a fever, he rolls on the other side of his bed nearly falling off.

“Don’t touch me otherwise you will get infected!”, I frowned at that, this morning he looked perfectly fine.

“But you were fine this morning, what happened?”

“It probably came later, after breakfast I mean, it happens - incubation and such things”, I shook my head and let my handbag fall on the ground.

“I’ll stay with you, so someone can take care of you”, Dustin looked at me with big eyes

“No!”, I looked at him in shock at his outburst. “I mean Steve probably already made a reservation and I don’t want you to miss on bowling!”, he was acting weird, but I didn’t have time to investigate longer as Steve was waiting downstairs. 

“Are you sure? I mean it was supposed to be us three”, Dustin looked at me with a relieved smile.

“No worries I am fine, when I am better, we can all go!”

I looked at him with a suspicious look, but he just gave me a big smile. As I opened the door Steve was out of his car and seemed ready to knock.

“Thank god! I thought something happened in there!”, I laughed softly at that, and Steve smiled back

"Sorry, Dustin is apparently sick, so I was trying to see what was happening.”, Steve looked worried at my words.

“Oh no, is he okay? Do we have to cancel bowling?”, I smiled at his concern, these two really grew a great friendship.

“Yeah, he is fine, said that we should go bowling just the two of us so that your reservation doesn’t go to waste”, Steve went a bit red at my words and muttered something under his breath while combing a hand through his hair.

“What were you saying?”

“Nothing! Just that Dustin is right we should probably enjoy going bowling!”, his voice seemed to be a bit pitchy, but I went along with it and got into his car.

The silence in the car from the house to the bowling alley was awkward since we always had Dustin to talk our ears of. Steve seemed nervous with the way he was tapping the steering wheel. 

As we arrived at the bowling alley and got our shoes Steve seemed to have taken a bit of confidence.

“So, should I be worried of your bowling skills or not?”, I laughed at that, and he looked at me surprised. 

“I am really bad at bowling, Dustin is the one with a talent for bowling!”, Steve seemed surprised at that. 

“Well, I can always teach you a trick or two?”, as I looked at him in shock, he seemed shy, and he had a nervous smile.

“Sure, if that is not a problem for you?”

“No absolutely not!”, both Steve and I were surprised at his words and then laughed a bit. 

If someone had told me that I would be playing bowling with Steve Harrington two years ago I would have laughed and told them to see a doctor but know as he tries to explain me how to play bowling like a pro while goofing off, I can really see how much he improved from that boy two years ago. 

After nearly losing a bowling ball to another alley and nearly falling on the ground from laughing at a someone who made their whole milkshake fall on the ground and another one who fell over it, we were getting ready to leave. 

“I really enjoyed this, thank you for your lesson’s professor, Harrington!” I pretended to bow, and Steve laughed.

“Well, it was my pleasure, I am happy that we could spend this time together.”, the both of us were looking at each other with goofy smiles.

“To think that, Dustin. Is at home with a cold now, he would have really enjoyed seeing me lose that bowling ball on the alley next to us!”, Steve laughed but stopped in his steps, it seemed he was nervous.

“You do know that he isn’t sick right? He is definitely faking it”, I looked at Steve confused, sure I had my doubts, but Dustin has never lied to my face before.

“Why would he fake it? I mean he loves bowling!”, Steve looked at his shoes before letting out a sigh and looking at me straight in the eyes.

“Maybe because I told him I have a crush on his sister and that he wanted us to have some time together so that I could try and impress you.”, I didn’t have anything to say, there were so many things running through my head that I didn’t know what to say.

I guess that my first thought was denial and thinking that this wasn’t real and just a joke.

“No, you – you cannot be serious right now”, Steve looked hurt at that and tried to come closer to me, but I took a step back.

“I mean two years ago”

“I was an idiot who couldn’t see how amazing you are”, I tried stopping him, but Steve continued.

“Since the last month I have been nonstop thinking about you, asking myself which flower you likes, what your favorite movie is, how it would be to kiss you”, I blushed at his last words and let him get closer to me.

“What I am trying to say, and probably failing, is that I like you and I was an idiot back then, but I know now that you are someone I want to get to know better and to be with you every day doing absolutely nothing but being together or being with Dustin or playing bowling!”, I let out a wet laugh at that and Steve smiled softly.

“I want to go on dates with you and discover the world with you, so please give me a chance to prove that I can be the best boyfriend ever.”, he had a hopeful look in his eyes and as much as my head was telling me to be careful, as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, I knew that he would never break my heart again. 

I gently lifted my hand to his hair and pushed back a strand of it that was in his eyes, and he closed his eyes at the touch. 

“I would love to go out with you again Steve Harrington!”, Steve exhaled and started spinning me around while I was laughing hard and when he put me down again, he just looked at me with his hands holding my cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”, the moment I nodded he kissed me softly and, in that moment, I knew I made the right choice. 

[marshmallow-phd]

Echoing Laughs

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: You didn’t care for boys that could be labeled as the “class clown”. Their type of jokes made you roll your eyes. Though you enjoyed a fun time yourself, you preferred the more subdued type, a Darcy over a Bingley. So why couldn’t you get the most obnoxious boy you’d ever met out of your head?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

**

Nerves tingled under your skin, at the tips of your fingers and the pit of your stomach. You tried to keep it off of your face as you spoke to Yixing’s friend, Kyungsoo. He asked surface level questions as you exited the apartment building. It was mere friendliness, nothing more. Fair enough. 

Then you reached the sidewalk and the group that was waiting for your arrival. And you smiled like the cheshire cat before quickly smoothing out your features. You waved as the five of you stopped in front of the others. 

“Way to take your time,” the tall, blonde male snickered. 

Yixing ignored the comment. “Hey, guys. This is Ran’s friend, (y/n). (Y/n), this is the pac- I mean, these are my roommates.”

You caught the stumbled upon syllable that Yixing tripped over, but couldn;t come up with a satisfactory word to fill in on the end. “It’s nice to meet you all.” Scanning over the group, you waved again in a nonchalant manner. You tried not to linger on the tallest of them all, the one with the soft features and curly brown hair. He smiled brightly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket. 

The shorter friend next to him didn’t look in your direction. He was almost… refusing to look at you. Okay, rude. You doubted the cars passing by were really that interesting. 

“I reserved a table at the brewery,” said the only female that you didn’t know. 

“Thanks for doing that, Ji Yeon,” Yixing smiled. Ji Yeon smiled at him as the one holding her hand pulled her in closer. 

“Let’s go!” the tall blond urged. Without waiting to see if he would be followed, he hurried down the sidewalk. Beside you, Kyungsoo shook his head. Ming chewed on her bottom lip, a twinge of embarrassment at the blond’s behavior showing on her face. Yixing must have sensed this as well as he squeezed Ming’s hand and gave her a reassuring smile. 

Oh, boy. 

You slapped the green monster away and plastered your charming grin back on. 

This was the most annoying kind of jealousy because there was no focus for it. You weren’t wanting Yixing for yourself, simply the relationship between him and Ming. It was cute and warm and full of comfort. Anyone would logically want something like that. Wouldn’t they? Or were you being greedy?

No. Definitely not. 

You tried to keep focused on the bouncing conversation as you all headed towards downtown. But something felt… off. You kept looking behind you, in case someone was following you. Whenever you came back around to face forward, you noted that the one faceless member still didn’t look at you. In fact, you couldn’t really say what he looked like. 

The brewery was crowded. It was obvious before you even stepped inside. Sitting off an alleyway, the singular dark gray building held its doors open to allow some air to circulate through. Buzzing voices flew out the entrance. But it was nothing compared to the wave that hit once you crossed the door’s threshold. You could already predictably presume that a lot of “huh?”s were going to be said. 

Despite the somewhat narrow space between the entrance and the waiting area in front of the host desk, you managed to snake your way closer to the tallest boy. Ji Yeon went ahead of the group and spoke with the hostess about checking in. 

“I’m Chanyeol, by the way.” The poor guy had to bend and hunch down so you’d be able to hear him over the chatter. He had a nice deep voice. Like caramel syrup. 

You took his warm hand happily. “It's nice to meet you, Chanyeol.”

“Do you go to the university?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Education major. You?”

“Music.”

Music? Intriguing. Unless his instrument was the tuba. Though, it was a giggle inducing picture in your head. “What do you play?”

The blonde on the other side laughed. “Chanyeol hyung plays everything.”

A miniscule amount of pink was blooming on Chanyeol’s cheeks. “Not everything. Just… guitar.”

“And piano.”

“And drums,” Kyungsoo cheekily chimed in. 

Your eyebrows lifted, seriously impressed. “Wow. A one man band. Your girlfriend must be in awe of that.”

Someone coughed. You weren’t entirely sure who the sound came from, but you suspected that it was the one whose face you’d still yet to get a glimpse of. Was he purposefully avoiding you? Maybe you had a class with him and he didn’t want to be recognized for some reason. 

The hostess finally guided all of you to a few tables shoved together in the back corner. It was a little quieter back here, for which you were thankful for. You smoothly took a seat next to Chanyeol, continuing the conversation by asking how long he had been playing each instrument. All chairs were slowly filled until the last spot to be taken was directly across from you. 

Legs scraping against the concrete floor, the mystery boy sat down and you felt your spine straighten involuntarily. His eyes bounced everywhere, refusing to make contact with your own. Somehow, though, this didn’t bother you. It gave you a chance to really take him in. 

Butterscotch brown hair fell over his forehead, highlighting the dark eyes that you were trying to catch. His chin and high cheekbones were sharp, but somehow together, they were softer, egged on by his rounded nose. The sum reminded you of a puppy - a mischievous puppy that was just itching to take off with the table cloth. 

“Baekhyun, are you looking for someone?” Chanyeol asked as he tried to follow his friend’s frantic gaze. 

The one apparently called Baekhyun shook his head. “Nope. Just admiring the patronage and how popular this place is.”

“Do you do that at every establishment you eat at?” you asked sarcastically. 

Baekhyun finally looked at you. “If it helps me get free food.” Then he winked. 

A confused frown pulled at your lips. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“He rarely makes sense,” Kyungsoo cut in on the other side of Chanyeol.

Shrugging it off, you turned to your previous chatting partner. “So, do you write your own music?”

Chanyeol shrunk into his shoulders. “Sometimes. In between school and… other stuff.”

“Other stuff like what?”

“Running,” Baekhyun butted in. 

You tried to keep your face neutral as you turned to him. “You go running?”

The waiter came around, placing baskets of bread along the center of the table and took first round drinks. Baekhyun snatched a piece of the bread and bit off the edge, smirking at you as he said, “Daily. Sometimes twice a day.”

You gave him a once over. “Where do you run at?”

The answer you had expected was one of the nature parks or bike paths around this area. 

“The woods.”

You nearly spat out your water. “The woods? Haven’t people been killed by the wolves out there?”

“The attacks have stopped,” Kyungsoo stated. You didn’t miss the glance he exchanged with a forlorn Yixing.

“We stick together the whole time,” one of the unnamed friends said; the one who held Ji Yeon’s hand on the way here. You really needed to learn their names. 

It still seemed like a terrible idea to go into the home of a killer wolf, but guys typically thought of themselves as invincible. 

The waiter came back for food orders. Realizing you hadn’t even glanced at the menu, you quickly scanned the laminated pages before the roundabout came to you. Once it was your turn, you picked something at random and handed over the menu. 

“Copying me?” Chanyeol teased. 

You looked at him, confused. “Huh?”

“We got the same thing.”

“Oh!” You leaned on your fist, smiling. “Isn’t that funny?”

A sharp clatter made you jump. Water and ice crept across the table and towards your lap threateningly as Baekhyun scrambled to clean it up. Apparently, he had knocked over his glass of water. Standing, you mopped up the water with your own napkins and helped scoop up the ice. As you went for one of the last cubes, your fingers brushed against Baekhyun’s slim hand. An odd electric spark ignited where your skins touched. Though you didn’t look at his face, you could see that he had stilled at the contact. Unsure of what else to do, you sat back down, letting him finish the clean up. 

With the water no longer running wild, Baekhyun sat in his chair. He was avoiding your curious gaze again. Did he know something about the shock? You didn’t feel any electricity in the air that could have caused the static and there was no carpet for him to charge on. But there wasn’t time to dwell on it when the next bizarre event happened. 

Something caught Baekhyun’s eye near the entrance that made his eyes go wide. In a blink, he was under the table and out of sight. Chanyeol looked behind him and then laughed, shaking his head but not commenting on what was going on. Like a cartoon, Baekhyun looked over the edge of the table. His eyes searched the brewery, the bottom half of his face obscured. Clearing his throat, he stood, though he remained hunched. 

“I,um,” he glanced at Chanyeol and then at you. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to go for a walk.” And with no one to stop him, he hurried out the back door that led to an open patio for nicer weather. 

“Is he always like that?” Ran snorted from the far end. 

“Not normally,” Ming replied, obviously concerned. 

You looked out the door that Baekhyun had disappeared through to the benches and wooden chairs. You couldn’t quite think of another person who behaved like this. 

What a weirdo. 

**

Baekhyun kicked at the rocks on the asphalt. The car was cool to the touch, even through the jacket he had snatched out the back of Chanyeol’s jeep. He wasn’t cold - they never got cold - but it was extra cushion while he leaned against the car door. 

He didn’t know what to do. Two hours ago, he had been scheming to get Daisy back. And now - he didn’t care. Daisy was just another person to him now. He really didn’t think he would be next. If anyone, he thought maybe Chanyeol or even Jongin would have been the one. If he were honest, he really hadn’t put much thought into this - into meeting his mate. For his whole life, it was nothing more than a wisp of a specter hanging around his shoulder without a care. And now that specter had swooped in and taken over his body. It controlled his actions and veered his thoughts in a singular direction. 

He had no idea who you were. He had barely been able to catch your name between processing this sudden change in direction and fighting the urge to run as far away from this sidewalk as possible. And the timing of it all. 

Groaning with a hint of a growl, Baekhyun closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the jeep. Now  he had to figure out how to navigate this. 

And not accidentally rip his best friend’s head off in the process. 

Roars of laughter and chatter grew steadily closer. Baekhyun’s eyes snapped open at the sound. At the far end of the road, the pack and the girls were walking this way. Up above, the sky was turning midnight blue. Street lamps flickered on to keep the streets visible. It was a shock how long he had been lost in his thoughts. Immediately, his eyes searched for you among the silhouettes. He gritted his teeth at the sight. 

You were still stuck by Chanyeol’s side, only a few seconds away from hanging on his arm while you laughed as if he’d told the world’s greatest joke. Baekhyun’s jaw jutted out to the side in response. The wolf inside was snarling. His best efforts to be logical went unheard by the beast. Chanyeol caught the expression and frowned. 

“Ya, Baekhyun!” Sehun called out with a laugh. “You missed-”

Baekhyun cut him off with a loud obnoxious cough. The younger wolf was taken aback, but didn’t push. A miracle. 

“Done already?” was Baekhyun’s attempt at changing the direction of everyone’s attention. 

“We were there a few hours,” you said with a raised brow. 

“Ming and I have a test to study for,” Yixing added in.

Baekhyun scrunched his face, confused. “You have all weekend to study.”

Yixing’s face deepend a few shades of red. “We need every minute. It's over several chapters.” He waved goodbye and escorted Ming to his car. Everyone watched as the pre-med couple drove away. Then Baekhyun snorted. 

“We need every minute. It's over several chapters,” he mocked. “Yeah, right. They’re going somewhere for some ‘alone time’.” To emphasize his point, he made a few kissing noises. Yes, this was good. His sweet spot; teasing his members and not thinking about his newly discovered mate that was sending him into a tailspin without even realizing it. 

“Careful,” Minseok warned. “Yixing’s claws are sharper than yours.” Realizing his slip, he quickly glanced at the outsiders still standing amongst them. “Figuratively, I mean.”

You laughed. “Yixing seems like he couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You would be surprised,” Baekhyun retorted, remembering the time he’d picked a playful fight with Yixing while out on a run. Despite being roughly the same size, Yixing had him pinned in a few seconds and left a bruise on his ribs when he shifted back. “It’s us innocent ones you have to watch out for.”

“I’d hardly count you amongst the innocent ones,” you quipped. 

“How do you know that?” 

“A feeling.”

Baekhyun smiled cheekily. His mate was a feisty one and he liked that. How could life be boring with someone like you? Whoa. Slow down there, Baekhyun. You didn’t even know the big secret yet. He couldn’t even know if you felt the pull yet. Sure, there was the spark back at the restaurant, but that was nothing compared to the yearning that was growing in him as each second passed. “Well, there’s not much fun in innocence.”

Minseok’s gaze flickered from Baekhyun to you and back again. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

There was no way he could know already. Baekhyun wasn’t acting that different from his usual self. 

“I think we’ll call it a night, too,” Ran said out of nowhere. She linked her arm through yours, solidifying the mutual decision. 

Baekhyun’s sense heightened. An odd feeling of desperation rushed over him. He didn’t want you to go yet. He wanted to inch closer. Take in your scent and memorize it. But he did no such thing as you said goodbye and headed inside with Ran. He swallowed back a whine. It was painful to watch you disappear and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Sehun shoved his shoulder teasingly as he passed to get to his car. A few feet away, Minseok leaned in to Ji Yeon, whispered in her ear, and then kissed her cheek. Nodding, she returned the favor before jumping into Sehun’s backseat. Then, the eldest of the pack stalked up to Baekhyun, smirking. 

“Finally.”

Baekhyun looked around in a horrible attempt to act ignorant. “Finally what?”

Minseok’s smirk deepend. “I have never seen you so close to ripping Chanyeol in two since that time in high school when he ate your girlfriend’s valentine’s day chocolate.”

“I- pff - I mean, why- Min, what are you-” He stumbled over every word that left his mouth. There was no saving it. 

Shaking his head, Minseok laughed, “Trust me, Baekhyun, as someone who went through it, you can’t lie about it. I heard you growling a block and a half away.”

“What is he talking about, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol asked. 

Baekhyun swallowed. Everyone was staring at him - mostly baffled gazes, besides Minseok. There was no way he’d be able to talk his way out of this. With Minseok knowing….

He sighed. “Earlier today - before the restaurant - I discovered something. Something… somewhat important - kind of big-”

“Just spit it out,” Minseok huffed. 

Baekhyun huffed back at him. “Okay!” He swallowed once more. “(Y/n) is my mate.”

“Oh, come on!”

[james-pottersimp]

Reward • James Potter

Summary : After James wins his quidditch game, you decide to skip the after party to give him little reward

Warnings : mommy kink, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (male receiving), maybe some degradation, I hope that’s everything

A/N : hi guys, this is my first time writing smut. A big thank you goes out to @bellatrixscurls for helping me again. I love you <3

Red and Gold on one side, Green and Silver on the other. People cheering for their team. Over all the cheers you could hear the voice of the commentator explaining what happens on the field. The atmosphere is tense as everyone’s eyes followed the players flying on their brooms, the seekers trying to catch the snitch while the chasers tried to get some points by throwing the Quaffel through the opposite goal.

Quidditch. Gryffindor against Slytherin.

You were sitting in the front row, your eyes following your boyfriend : James Potter. He was the Quidditch Captain and a Seeker. He was really close to catch the snitch and then

“JAMES POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WON” the commentator yelled through his microphone.

Every Gryffindor started to cheer loudly, hugging each other while already taking about the after party. On the other side you could hear sounds of disappointment and sadness. You ignored everything while you were running down the stairs to get to your boyfriend.

“James” you yelled to get his attention. He was sitting on the shoulders of his best friend, Sirius Black, holding the Golden Snitch while grinning. You stared at you boyfriend, admiring him for a little while but quickly snap out of it.

“James” you yelled again finally getting his attention. His blue eyes looked down to where he heard your voice. His grin only grew when he spotted you. He asked Sirius to download it so he could go to you. Sirius nodded and helped James off his shoulders. As soon as his feet were on the grass, he ran to you. You opened your arms to him and he took you in his arms lifted you up and spun you around. You started laughing. Oh how he loved to hear you laugh. After he spun around three times he lowered you down, his hands resting on your hips. Now that you were standing in front of him he noticed your outfit. His eyes widened at the sight: you were wearing a red top with golden stripes that showed your tits. You also had a short black skirt that showed almost your entire legs. James was needy all day, but he couldn't do much because he had to practice before his game. It didn't bother him any more until just now

His thoughts started to get foggy and he slips into a headspace that you knew too well.

Sub space.

You quickly realize that James' mind was wandering and that he started slipping into another headspace. "Jamie what's wrong?" you asked your boyfriend whose eyes went back and forth between your eyes and your breasts.

"Needy," he whispered, sounding shy.

"Oh Jamie. How about we skip the after party and Mommy gives her pretty boy a little reward for winning the game" you whisper back so you don’t draw any attention to the two of you.

James nodded excitedly and tugged on your waist to get you to go. You just chuckled at his gesture and nodded. The dark-haired boy immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his dorm, ignoring the questions of his friends just wanting to feel the pleasure your about to give him.

When you reached his dorm, he quickly opened the door, pulled you inside and closed it again.

As you looked into his blue eyes you realised how needy he was.

“Are you really this needy, pretty boy”.

James started to nod quickly.

“Use your words, please” you reminded him. He knew that he was supposed to always use his words but he tends to forget this rule very often especially when he is this needy.

“Sorry Mommy” he apologised quickly “Yes I’ve been needy all day” the boy answered your question.

“Poor Baby boy. It’s alright now. Mommy’s gonna give you whatever you want” you told James stroking his cheek softly. He immediately leaned into your touch.

“Whatever I want?”. James just wanted to make sure that he understood you. His big blue eyes looked at you expectantly.

“Whatever you want, baby. Why? Do you have anything in mind, my love” you asked also excited for what’s about to come. You loved to make James feel good and today he really deserved it. To be honest you were needy too and you had a wet patch in your panties already but James would find this out soon enough.

“Want to eat you out please. Wanna taste you, mommy and wanna make you feel good please. I wanna be a good boy for you. Mommy’s good boy” he pleaded. Everything he wants is to be your good boy. It’s the only thing he can think about right now. Unfortunately you decline his Request

“But it’s a reward for you, pretty boy. You should be the one feeling good, not mommy. Are you sure you wanna eat me out or would you prefer mommy sucking your cock and making you cum”

James really wanted to make you feel good but he was so needy all day so why would he decline your offer. So he nodded desperately pulling you closer to him by your waist.

“Now now, Jamie what did I tell you?” you asked him, removing his hand from your waist again. James quickly realised his mistake and starts to apologise

“M’ sorry mommy. You told me to use my words” the boy said quickly to answer your question not wanting to upset you.

“That’s right, baby. So tell me do you want to eat mommy out or do you her to suck you off?” you repeated your question. Your hand is still stroking his cheek, loving the way his soft skin feels.

“Want mommy to suck me off if s’ okay” he answers now really desperate to feel your mouth. His eyes are still wandering to your chest sometimes. He couldn’t help but stare at them : they looked so pretty in the top that you’re wearing. James wanting nothing more than to touch them but he knew that he wasn’t allowed to just touch without asking first. You put two of your fingers under his chin to make him look at you again, his blue eyes finding your y/ec ones.

“Of course pretty boy. How about you go and lay down for me while mommy undresses herself quickly” you told him while you already started to grip the hem of your top to pull it over yourself but a pair of hands quickly slapped them away. You looked up at James who was staring at his feet out of embarrassment.

“What was that for, Jamie? Don’t you want to see mommy naked?” you question, still surprised by your boyfriends actions.

“N-no no wanna see you naked, mommy b-but I wanna undress you. Don’t want you to do it yourself. Wanna help m’ mommy and be a good boy” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to his feet. Your hand found his chin again, making him look at you. His blue eyes were already slightly teary from being so needy. As he looked at you a little tear escaped his eye and you quickly wiped it away with the pad of your thumb.

“No need for tears, my love. If you wanna undress mommy you just have to ask nicely”.

“Can I please undress you mommy?”. With a firm nod you gave him permission and he instantly gripped the hem of your top and pulled it over your head. It landed somewhere on the floor, you could care less right now. James stood in front of you, frozen in place, his staring at your exposed chest.

“Jamie”. That seemed to make him snap out of it.

“Sorry mommy. Didn’t mean to stare. You just look so pretty”

“You look pretty too, Jamie. Now do you want to continued should mommy do it her-“

“No” James voice interrupted you, making you raise your eyebrows

“No s-sorry, mommy. Didn’t wanna sound rude but I want to continue please” he corrected himself hoping that you’re not mad at him

“There’s my good boys manners. Well, go on then” you stated, grabbing his hands and leading them to the waistband of your skirt. He started to pull down your skirt and your panties quickly exposing you fully. Now you stood fully naked in front of him but James still had all of his clothes on

“Now I think it’s a bit unfair that you get to see mommy naked and she doesn’t get to see her pretty boy”

Understanding that this is his permission to undress himself, he obliged taking all of his clothes off. You found yourself admiring the boy in front of you

“Good Boy” you praised him. “Now go lay down for me so I can make you feel good”.

James scrambled to the bad, laying down and looking at you expectantly. You slowly walked over to him getting on top of him, giving him a kiss on his lips. Your lips started to go down to his neck and then chest sucking a hickey from time to time. As you were finally there when he wanted you, he started to whine impatiently. You looked up at him, seeing him stare down at you with wide and teary eyes.

“Looking so pretty for me, laying there all splayed out Jamie. Such a good boy for me. Are your ready”.

“Yes yes ‘m ready m-mommy. Please pl-“ his pleading was cut off by a loud whine as you took him into your mouth and started bobbing your head. Strings of “thank yous” and “feels so good” started to leave his mouth besides some whines and moans. You hummed around his length sending vibrations through his body making him clamp his eyes shut. This earned him a light slap against his thigh.

“Keep your eyes open, want you to see mommy while she makes her pretty boy feel good. You understand that” you told him after you took him out of your mouth, stopping every pleasure he was feeling.

“I understand, mommy but please please don’t stop. Mommy please I’ll be a good boy” he begged needing to feel your mouth around him again. You nodded and started to take him down your throat once again. James Cock was big, so didn’t manage to take him in completely. You had to use your hand for everything that didn’t fit in. Pretty noises where leaving James mouth - whimpers. Oh how you loved to hear James whimper when you made him feel good.

“Making m-me f-f-feel so good Mommy”. That’s everything you wanted : to make your pretty boy feel good. You decide to play with his balls to add to his pleasure. This action made James throw his head back, desperately trying to keep his eyes open like you told him.

“Oh- oh mommy....so good”

It didn’t take long for his cock to twitch inside your mouth signalling you that he was close. James deserved his release but he knew that he had to ask you first or he would get punished. A punishment was the last things that James wanted because that would mean he is a bad boy and the only thing he wants is to be your good boy.

“M-mommy” he whimpered above you. You kept a steady and fast pace almost pushing him over the edge. His moans started to get louder with every second

“Close” James whined not being able to form a simple sentence due to the immense pleasure your giving him. You gave him a tight squeeze around his balls forcing him to ask properly.

“C-can I please cum mommy, please been a good b-boy for you. Mommy please, need it please please let me cum”. He really craved his release and why would you deny it. You stopped for second to tell him to cum then going down on him again increasing your pace on his cock.

“Gonna ....gonna cum, oh mommy oh” with those words James came down your throat. You swallowed all of it and took him out of your mouth slowly. His breath was uneven and his toned chest was rising rapidly.

“Thank you for making me cum, mommy”

You slowly got up to straddle his waist. Your fingertips traced his chest calmly, finding their way to his face stroking his cheek. He lazily smiled looking at you through dreamy eyes. Pearls of sweat traced his hairline and forehead. You pushed some of his damp hair strands out of his face, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Mommy?” James said looking at you desperately once again.

“Yes, Jamie?”

“Can you ride me please?” he mumbled so that you could barely understand what he said. Lightly slapping his cheek as a sign not to mumble, you told him to repeat himself.

“Can you ride me please?”

“Oh you want mommy to ride you, baby?”

“Yes please, wanna make you feel good too, mommy. Wanna make you cum and be a good boy. Please ride me please” he begged frantically, his hands grabbing your waist.

“You’re already my good boy, Jamie. But to answer your question yes mommy can ride you” you told him while slowly raising your hips and lining his cock up at your wet entrance. James was a whiny mess beneath you while you started to lower your hips, taking him inch by inch until he was filling you up completely. Then you started to move your hips making James press his head into the pillow in pleasure.

“God, it feels s-so good” he whined.

“You’re making mommy feel really good too, Jamsie” you praised him. James was a sucker for Praise so you did it at every chance you got. His hands were still on your waist, gripping it so hard that you knew it would leave bruises the next day but you didn’t care.

You increased your pace making James moan out your names loudly. His eyes where about to fall shut but he forced himself to keep them open, wanting to see your tits bouncing up and down. One of his hands made its way upwards, reaching your breasts giving it a firm squeeze. Normally he would at least earn a slap on his cheek for this but because it was a reward for him you let it slide. Besides, it just added to your pleasure so there was no reason to stop him.

Your fingertips traced his chest lazily, memorising his abs. Then you started to feel a familiar feeling in your stomach. You were close. Very close. James cock started to twitch inside of you as his whines grew louder, letting you know that he was just as close.

“Close again” he whimpered so quietly that you almost didn’t heard it.

“Mommy’s close too, baby. You wanna cum with mommy?” He nodded vigorously at you offer, gripping your waist even harder.

“Alright, then you have to wait a second. Mommy’s gonna tell you when you’re allowed to cum”

James knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer so he let go your breast and put his thumb on your clit instead. He circled his thumb, pushing you closer to the edge. This action made you throw your head back in pleasure and moan out his name loudly. You were also not able to hold it in so you gave him permission to cum.

“Now”

James came hard filling up with his cum while moaning and whimpering, thanking you for letting him cum. At the same time your vision got blurry and you came all over his cock. Your moans sounded pornographic. You slowly rode out both of your orgasms, coming to a stop. James hand was still gripping your waist preventing you from getting up.

“Jamie, can you let me go now please” you asked him softly. He obliged, his hand leaving your waist so you can get off of him. You did exactly that, feeling empty again.

You lay down next to your boyfriend, leaving light kisses on his cheek. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close again.

“You did so good for me Jamie. Made me feel wonderful” you stated, praising him. Your hand found it’s way onto his abs again, tracing them carefully.

“Am I your good boy, mommy?”

“Yes you are. My best boy. But it’s not mommy anymore, my love. It’s y/n again” you told him beginning to get your boy out of subspace again.

“Y/N?” he whispered, his blue admiring you.

“Yes, my love?” you whispered back, looking up again to meet his beautiful eyes.

“I love you”You smiled lightly at this statement

“I love you too, James. Now come on it’s aftercare time”

[itsdanii]

Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

-

The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

-

You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

-

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

-

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

-

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

-

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

-

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

-

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

-

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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what a roadtrip (kyle scheible x reader)

summary: the reader is going to see a concert out of town with some friends, kyle included, and gets stuck in the back seat with him on the drive.

a/n: an anon asked for some kyle angst-turned-fluff, and i’d already had an idea based on this post to write. not too angsty, but definitely an enemies-to-lovers type of dynamic. i hope you enjoy!!

words: 1,115

You and your friends were planning to go to a concert that weekend, much to your delight. What you weren’t looking forward to, however, was the drive there.

Not many concerts happened near you, and so the venue was about a two hour drive away, and that was just to get there. All together, it was four hours.

Four hours you’d have to spend in the car with Kyle fucking Scheible.

You weren’t sure why your friends still hung around Kyle. He was insufferable, a total douchebag who got off on treating girls like shit. It pissed you off to simply be in his presence, and he knew it too.

The feeling seemed to be mutual, as he never went out of his way to speak to you or even acknowledge your existence. Whatever. You liked it better that way.

Jenna was driving, and Ladybird had called shotgun.

Your other friends had called the middle two seats of Jenna’s mom’s minivan, and all that was left was the very back row, for you and Kyle.

“Jenna, can you please tell someone to switch with me?” you pleaded.

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s two hours. Just put your head against the window and take a nap or something,” she said. “He’s not that bad, I promise. Maybe on the way home I’ll convince Ladybird to let you sit up front.”

You huffed, but knew that arguing wouldn’t get you any further. So, you clambered into the back seat beside Kyle, crossing your arms over your chest.

He didn’t look at you when you got in, just kept his gaze out the window, even though the car hadn’t even begun moving.

“Okay, ground rules: Don’t get crumbs all in my mom’s car, she’ll kill me. Driver picks the music, so don’t complain. And if you have to pee, hold it until we get to the venue,” Jenna announced cheerily. “I’m not gonna risk being late for the sake of your bladders.”

You swore you heard Kyle scoff, and your gaze flickered to him.

He caught your eye and regarded you for just a moment, before turning to look out the window again.

God, you wanted to punch him so badly.

The drive went pretty smoothly. Jenna’s music taste was decent, and you caught yourself humming along to a few familiar tunes. If Kyle noticed, he didn’t say anything.

Traffic wasn’t bad, and Jenna’s insistence on getting an early start meant you arrived to the venue in under two hours, as well as early enough to the concert to comfortably use the bathroom, grab some sodas (or alcohol, depending on the place’s stance on carding), and find your seats.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jenna asked you in the bathroom, nudging you playfully as she washed her hands.

“We just sat in silence,” you replied. “So yeah, it wasn’t bad.”

“Do you really hate him, or do you hate that he doesn’t reach out?”

You scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never liked him. I think he’s rude, and I’d prefer it if he didn’t talk to me at all.”

Jenna gave you a knowing smile that made you want to punch her, too. “If you say so.”

The bar was asking for ID, but thankfully, your friends had planned ahead and snuck some mini-bottles of liquor in their bags.

The concert was amazing. The whole group of you had an amazing time. At one point, you even caught Kyle grinning, strumming the song’s bassline in the air to himself.

It was clearly just the alcohol talking, but you almost found it cute.

“That was fucking incredible,” Ladybird said on the way out.

Your ears were ringing from the volume inside, and the adrenaline was still flowing. “I can’t believe they played that song!”

As you all piled back into Jenna’s car, you’d almost forgotten about the seating situation until that moment. Ladybird had already settled back into shotgun, and you didn’t want to make things awkward by asking her to switch now.

Whatever. You survived the way there, how bad could it be on the way back?

Soon, the post-concert drop began to settle in. Your head throbbed dully, and your feet were sore from dancing. Being tipsy suddenly felt more like being drunk, and being sleepy felt like being exhausted.

Your eyes were already half-shut, your face pressed against the cool glass of the window when you felt a nudge to your leg.

“Hm?”

“That can’t be comfortable. You can put your head on me, if you want.”

You did so, without questioning it.

In your drunken, tired state, you’d forgotten who you were sitting next to. It wasn’t until the car was pulled into Jenna’s driveway that you awoke and realized what had happened. You and Kyle had both passed out in the back of the car, your head on his chest, and his face pressed into your hair.

To top it all off, one of your friends had brought a disposable camera and taken a photo of the two of you, so there was permanent proof of your moment of weakness.

You were suddenly questioning why you were friends with any of these people.

The girls were all spending the night at Jenna’s, while Kyle and the guys were going home.

“Sorry I fell asleep on you,” you muttered to Kyle.

“It’s fine. I offered, don’t you remember?” he replied.

“Oh, I guess that part slipped my mind,” you said, gaze focused on the ground.

He took a step closer, and brought a hand to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “I know we haven’t always gotten along. I’m just shit at making conversation. I don’t like getting to know new people, so when Jenna introduced you, I was skeptical. But now...I’d be willing to make an exception for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “What changed all of a sudden?”

“The way you were dancing tonight. And singing. You looked so free,” he said.

“I caught you playing air-guitar,” you whispered.

You swore you saw his cheeks flush. “Bass, actually.”

“Bass, whatever.”

“Come to my next show? We can go out to eat after, or something.”

Your heart fluttered. It wasn’t the alcohol, or the tiredness, or the excitement of the night anymore. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“See you.”

Him and the guys went off, and before they were even out of sight, Jenna and Ladybird were on you like flies, asking you what he’d said.

You just grinned and told them it was nothing, much to their displeasure.

And although you hated to admit it, maybe Kyle wasn’t so bad after all.