#And then I still gotta write the one Milk requested (sorry Milk but don’t worry I will get to it I promise)

[nobodysdaydreams]

Quick update: Yes, I’m working on ask game stuff, and I apologize that it’s been taking so long (sorry). However, I have been making some drafts. I don’t want to worry anybody, (especially since these are still just drafts I won’t be able to post for a while), but I have at long last been working on plot lines from Milk (@mvshortcut)’s fabulous ask game, and I just got done writing part of what I think might be some of the darkest angst I’ve ever written (no one asked for it, but one of Milk’s wonderful suggested plot lines was just wayyyy too perfect, and I was ✨inspired✨). BUT, BUT, to balance it out, I took one of the asks I got that I could have easily gone the angst route with, and made it a mostly funny, fluff, crack-ish fic instead. So hopefully, when all is said and done, these will balance each other out, and my floorboards shall be spared.

[virq-qgo]

hii babe im just begging for a rough tag team with wolverine nd deadpool

I’m so sorry, I just saw this 😢 I’m a working woman, gotta make my money and spend it all at Adam and Eves. Anyways.. I hope this is good for you bookie, I put only my brain and boobs into it 😘

Request are still opened ❤️

Warnings: smut, my writing, obvi not proof read because I’m not all that.. female bodied.

If anyone had told you a few minutes ago that you would be on your back, getting absolutely cocked out by Logan. And having your mouth filled of it by wade. You would have laughed in their face. Because you are no man’s slut.

But here you are, laying on wades bed. Logan’s cock so full inside of you. His hips thrusting so hard against yours. Your poor pretty hips bruise.

It’s not like you can complain though, after all, wade is fucking your throat. But why would you complain? Getting absolutely dicked down by the two men you’ve had the hots for awhile is a dream come true, really it would be any girls dream.

Muffled moans attempted to escape your filled lips as your sore legs tighten around Logan’s waist. You were finally going to cum, after forever of torture. You finally get your reward.

Your eyes pooled with tears as you feel that little something snap in you, as you stupidly thought that this was your moment. That was until it was brutally ripped away from you.

Logan looks at you with a satisfied yet sadistic expression. “Aw, poor girl, finally thought she was about to come.” In a flash of the moment, you were flipped to your stomach. And Logan’s rough hands grab at your plush hips. Slamming himself back into you. “Too bad that bad girls don’t get to cum.”

A cry escape your lips as you feel Logan slam back into you. Your face is burrowed into the sheets of the bed as the pace Logan was brutally fucking you was putting holes in the walls from the bed.

You were too busy whining to notice that wade and Logan were bickering back and forth.

“My turn wolvie, I want to fuck my pretty slut next.” Wade pressed, his scared hands running down her body. “We’re switching places.”

Logan didn’t like this idea, knowing that wade would give in and let you cum. You were getting punished, you didn’t get to cum. “You’re not getting your dick wet, it’s my pussy that I’m fucking.”

Wade did not like this response, he pulled Logan away. Feeling so incredibly horny once he heard you whine at the feeling of being so empty. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll be filling this pussy up so nice for you. The only thing you’ll be remembering is how good my cock is.”

Wade gave you no time to think as he thrusted into your abused hole. One hand on your hips, the other wrapped around your front, playing with your sensitive clit.

“You’ve been my good girl, must be because I’m better. But I want that pretty pussy to milk my dick.” He praises.

Wade teased, crescent marks are left in your hips from how hard Wade squeezed your hips. Moans fall from his lips as he felt your sweet hole squeeze his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back, Wade pressed your body down into the bed. Fucking you at an incredible pace, hitting all of your deep spots.

Logan watches the both of you, his cock so unbelievably hard, it hurt. His tip was aching and wet. He was turned on to the extreme, watching you moan like a damn porn star because of how good Wade is fucking you. It almost made him jealous.

He watches how Wade thrust faster than he has before, and watches how you try to claw at anything you can reach. Logan couldn’t help but find his cock with his hand. He wasn’t mad that you came around wades cock, or how the way your pussy clenched around nothing while his hot load was dripping out of you and down your thighs. Logan was so totally jealous, wanting it to be your pussy milking him instead of his own hand. Wanted it to be his load dripping out of you.

Finally, he had enough. Logan stood back up, pushing Wade to the side. “I hope you aren’t tired buba, because we only have just gotten started.”

[dilf-whore]

I love your writing,

after reading a Milf Reader x Billy i got a idea.

Maby a Teen mom Reader x Billy, where the reader is singel or her bf is a cheater and not good to her.

approval

pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: fluff

A/N: i hope you like this and that i was able to write it how you imagine your request would be, please let me know what you think :> likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated 🫶🏻

requested: yes

word count: 728

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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The silence was killing Billy, you weren't yourself tonight, something’s bothering you, you seemed nervous. It would normally piss him off and leave just like that if it was with some other girl, but you were different - he sincerely likes you and he’s worried about you right now.

“Hey, are you alright?” he finally speaks up. 

You take in a deep breath, you were out of it. You’re planning to let him know something important and you’re scared of how he’s gonna react. 

“I-I gotta tell you something” you start. Now Billy’s getting nervous, does she not like me? did I do something wrong?

“I have a daughter, she’s 2 years old. My ex broke up with me when I told him” your mouth goes dry and you take a sip of your water, you can’t even look at Billy, you don’t wanna his face. “Look, I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I’m just so scared that you wouldn't want to go out with me anymore because I really really like you but of course my daughter is really important to me and she’s my main priority. So if you’ve changed your mind it’s okay, I understand. I just want you to know that if we continue this, my daughter also needs to be part of it” you already shoot everything all at once, so he could know about everything that you feel.

Billy sighs in relief, “can I meet her later after our date?” he says with a small smile. Your eyes grow wide and face him, “what did you just say?”.

He chuckles softly, “I said, can I meet her later?” he repeats himself. “So you still wanna be with me?”.

“Of course I still wanna be with you. I really like you too and if being with you means having a kid involved then so be it, which is why it’s important that I have your daughter’s approval”

“Billy, she’s just 2″

“I know, it just means I need to work harder to make her like me” he jokes.

・°☆

You and Billy arrive home, you knock and the babysitter opens for you with your baby carried on one arm. “Hi my dear Sophie, Mommy’s home!” you face lights up and so does Billy’s, he likes how your eyes sparkled when you see your daughter, makes him fall deeper in love with you.

You take Sophie and give the babysitter her payment before she leaves. Billy closes the door, “Sophie, why aren't you asleep huh? It’s 9:30″ he coos, kneeling to meet her chubby face and taps on her small hand. “She can’t sleep without me by her side”. Sophie giggled as soon as Billy talked to her, she then reaches out to him, wanting to be held by Billy. “You want me to carry you?” he takes her from you and starts playfully bouncing her, “since when are you good with kids?” you ask. “I don’t know, guess it just came naturally” he shrugs.

You excuse yourself to get some milk for Sophie. Billy sits on your couch and place her on his lap - facing him, “you look just like your beautiful mother” he whispers. She got your eyes, nose, pretty lips, everything about her just reminded him of you, he loves Sophie already. The idea of having a family with you keeps coming up in his mind ever since you told him about your daughter a few hours ago.

Billy leans towards her, “do you think I could be your dad?”. Sophie smiles, it’s like she understood what he just said, “I’ll take that as a yes”.

You come back with a warm bottle of milk for Sophie, “come on baby it’s time for bed” you say as you try to carry her but she whines, holding on to Billy and nuzzling her face on his cheeks. 

He felt his heart explode, he’s so warm and cozy inside, he feels cared for and appreciated just by a baby wanting to stay with him. “May I?”

You nod and give Sophie her bottle, he cradles her into his arms and he starts rocking her to sleep. He meets your eyes, you could tell he’s waiting for you to say if he’s doing it right.

You give him a thumbs up, “you already have her approval the moment she saw you”.

・°☆

[timextoxhajima]

hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course! 

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state. 

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric. 

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago. 

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since. 

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls? 

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school. 

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22. 

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either! 

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his. 

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour. 

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb. 

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May. 

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time. 

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

...

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log. 

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace. 

...

Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh! 

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

...

Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering. 

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio. 

...

[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

...

I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage- 

...

Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something. 

...

I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first. 

...

I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

...

y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

...

[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

...

I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch. 

...

I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all. 

...

Fuck. 

...

I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this? 

...

This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time. 

...

I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore. 

...

[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday. 

...

I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked. 

...

So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40? 

...

It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat. 

...

It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control. 

...

...

...

[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours. 

...

All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back. 

...

I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

...

Nor look at them when I’m home. 

...

Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

...

It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

...

Maybe.

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

...

Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

...

This is it. This is really it. 

...

...

...

Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

...

Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out. 

...

It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood. 

...

I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am. 

...

But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April. 

...

I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left. 

...

I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back. 

...

I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month. 

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice. 

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night. 

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it. 

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote. 

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open. 

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums. 

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

[markleesthighs]

Can you make a part 2 for “Forbidden Moonlight”? I’d like to see some gun fighting, some car chasing, some actual mafia jaemin action with the “I would die and I would kill for you!” kinda spirit? I mean the one who requested it has great theme ideas, it is definitely chef’s kiss and I don’t think it should be left off in just 1 part. We gotta know what the ambassador offered to jaemin.

-i'm on a break, so i finally got a chance to write it! I Sorry requests have been taking long, haven't gotten a chance to write in a while. I hope you all enjoy!

read part 1 here

You missed school for the rest of the day. You didn't even have a chance to explain your situation to Jaemin, feeling guilty. In your limo ride home your dad kept scolding and yelling to you about Jaemin. He went on and on about how stupid you were. To be fair, you had no idea Jaemin was associated with the mafia as well as your dad so you brushed off his comments. When you arrived home you didn't bother to talk to your parents as you stormed up to your room.

"There you are, m/n."

"JAE-"

Jaemin rushed to shut your mouth with his hand.

"How did you know where I was?"

"I have a tracker on your phone." "You psycho."

"But you love this psycho."

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought since you've had a pretty shitty day that you'd want to come with me to a drag racing competition."

"Jaemin, you know I'd love to but my parents-"

"God, have you never snuck out before? Just do the thing in the movies where you use pillows to make it seem like you're in bed sleeping."

"Fine."

You piled up your pillows and covered them with a blanket and added a wig to really sell it.

"Let's go."

Jaemin climbed down the lattice below your window that had vines growing on it. You rolled your eyes figuring that's how he got up here. You also saw the busted circuit breaker box, showing how Jaemin got past your tight security. Jaemin jumped over your gate and helped you up and over for your escape. He pulled you onto his motorcycle and you both rode off to the underground drag race arena.

When you arrived it was everything you imagined. Intimidating guys and girls left and right. The security stopped you (clearly since you didn't fit in with your preppy outfit) but Jaemin reassuring the guard saying you were with him. You were expecting Jaemin to be one of the top betters or backers behind a driver but Jaemin started to get changed into a racer uniform. Part of you was worried and Jaemin could tell.

"Don't worry baby, I've done this a dozen times."

You still pouted.

"And yes, I've won every time, and I'll win again for you."

He pecked your lips.

"You better."

He chuckled at your comment as he got into his car. You were standing among his mafia members will visibly worried.

"On your mark racers!"

You heard the loudest rumbling you've heard come out of a car, covering your ears.

"Get set!"

The smell of burnt rubber came towards your nose and the cars became even louder.

"Go!"

The cars sped off with a huge cloud of smoke blowing behind them causing you to cough.

"First time?"

A very tall handsome guy looked down at you that looked like he could tear you to pieces in a second. You nodded in response.

"You must be m/n. Jaemin's talked a lot about you, I'm Johnny one of his members in his...company."

"I know he's in the mafia business, you know?"

"Oh, well at least he told you the truth."

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of the cars approaching you heard all the screams and cheers as you saw Jaemin's car approaching. But you also saw the other one not too far behind. It was intense watching the cars quickly approach the finish line, your heart was beating rapidly with adrenaline. Jaemin was leading before the other car caught up and they kept going back and forth it was causing you to have anxiety. But at the last second, you saw Jaemin pull ahead and crossed the finish line. You and the other members screamed loud cheering and hooting. Jaemin got out of his car and you ran up and hugged him.

"I was so worried."

"Aw, my baby was scared? What did I tell you I'm a professional."

You saw people exchanging money and people cashing out after betting on Jaemin, you assumed everyone bets on Jaemin. Suddenly gunshots were fired and you heard cop sirens getting closer.

"Fuck, which one of you called the cops?!"

Jaemin grabbed your hand along with the other members following you to the back alley where their motorcycles were. A few gunshots were fired in your direction and Jaemin blocked you from the shots. You saw a bullet hit Jaemin.

"Fuck!" "Jaemin! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, m/n, if it came down to it, I would die for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Can you two lovebirds quit it for one second!?" Mark yelled.

You hopped onto Jaemin's motorcycle as he sped up getting ready to leave. Johnny and others were yelling at him to go ahead and that they'll hold the cops off. Jaemin thanked them and you two sped off into the streets and onto the highway back to his house. Luckily, you both arrived safely at the house with Jaemin's guards being attentive. You sat silently in his living room awaiting the other members who were slowly trickling into the mansion. You saw the maids rushing to give Jaemin a first aid kit before he brushed them off saying he could do it himself. Jaemin was struggling to reach the bullet on the back of his shoulder and he was cutely trying to reach to remove it. You giggled telling him you could remove it for him.

"Are you sure m/n?"

"Yeah, I'm studying to become a doctor so don't worry. "

Jaemin stared as you remove the bullet from his shoulder as he hissed you apologized kissing his cheek. He looked at you stare at his shoulder with such care as you delicately dabbed his wound with rubbing alcohol. As he thought about it he never had someone who cared for him this much, most of them wanted him for sex, money, or reputation. You'd always ask him if something hurt and warn him about you stitching up his wound for him. You wrapped his arm up and you looked up at him to make sure he was ok and Jaemin looked at you with pure love in his eyes. He smiled at you and softly kissed your lips.

"God I love you."

You laughed "I love you too, Jaemin."

He kissed you passionately, leading your kissing to become faster and deeper. As Jaemin was about to take off his shirt, one of his members interrupted the two of you.

Jaemin groaned screaming "What the fuck is it now?! Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"It's Mr. y/l/n."

Jaemin immediately froze, got off of you, and basically commanded that you stay where you were. But you weren't about to miss a showdown between Jaemin and your father, so you followed shortly after. You eavesdropped around the corner of the entrance where your dad and his associates stood along with Jaemin and his associates.

"I know you have him. I want my son back. I don't need someone like you to ruin his future."

"Funny, because last time I believe you offered me a lifetime get out of jail free cards, airway travels, and millions of cash whenever I asked."

"You know that wasn't the deal Jaemin, I told you to leave my son alone for those offers, but you don't seem to hold up your end of the bargain."

"What can I say? Despite you being a complete dickhead, your son is quite a lovely darling."

"Well, would your 'lovely darling' like to see this?"

Your father pulled up a video on a laptop his associates were holding, it was Jaemin and his buds in a club, but you can clearly hear what they were saying.

"Jaemin, I heard you 'found the one' you lucky piece of shit," Johnny spoke.

"Yeah, he's been treating him to everything, it's funny how those lovebirds act around each other," Taeyong added.

"There's no way Na Jaemin found someone to 'settle with', boss you're basically a god, you can get whoever the hell you want." Jaehyun drunkenly spoke.

"I can't believe you got lucky with m/n, he's basically the ideal leverage we need to take this gang to the next level," Lucas said.

Your heart stopped, leverage? What the hell was going on? Jaemin was still silent at this point.

Ten then jumped in "There's no fucking way you're actually in love with m/n right? He's not even that good-looking."

"Fuck yeah, the only thing good about him is his daddy" Haechan responded.

"Don't worry guys you know the only reason I'm keeping m/n is so I can milk out m/n's daddy of his money like a cash cow," Jaemin spoke.

You felt the tears starting to pool up in your eyes as they silently fell down your cheek. Is this what Jaemin really thought about you? What the fuck? So all of this was a joke? You were just fucking money to him? You hated yourself for thinking Jaemin actually loved you. Your dad was right, you didn't need a liar and manipulator like him in your life.

After Jaemin's words were played your father's laptop closed.

"What's wrong, Jaemin? Why so silent?"

"You can't do this."

"Who's going to stop me, think about it, it's my word against yours."

"Blackmail is a fucking cheap way to get what you want."

"How else did you think I got to this position? Beating those who get in my way. Now got get my son, get him for me, or else I'll send this to him to watch for eternity."

"...Yes, Mr. y/l/n."

"Oh and for the future Jaemin, do not think about seeing m/n ever again. You know the consequences."

"...Yeah yeah."

You quickly scurried back to the couch and wiped your tears off your face. You pretended to lie down and be asleep. Jaemin shook you to wake you up.

"Hey, baby?"

"Jaemin? What's up?"

"You...you have to go..."

"W-why?" You said trying not to break in front of him. You gazed into his eyes, is this really someone who didn't love you? You can't trust anyone anymore.

"Your dad is a ruthless man, and he has leverage on me, it's something that will change the way you look at me forever. To spare you the pain, I have to let you go now."

"J-Jaemin...fuck you."

You got up immediately but Jaemin grabbed your wrist.

"m/n...just know that I still love you, I sw-"

"You're just a fucking liar, I hope milking my dad's cash cow was worth losing the person who loved you most."

Jaemin realized you heard everything and was stunned. He watched you walk over to your father who embraced you in his arms with fake responses saying how he was so worried and other bullshit like that. Jaemin ran out to the front in hopes of you turning back. He wanted you to turn back, he doesn't want to lose the love of his life. He didn't want your dad's money, he wanted you.

"m/n! Please! I'm so sorry!" Jaemin was crying pleading on his knees.

He looked up at you, the full moon was behind you, beaming through your beautiful hair, reflecting off your soft smooth skin, just like the first night he met you. But this image was different. The moon shined on your tears and the streaks that fell down your cheek. He saw you with endless tears as each drop sparkled like a crystal in the light. You looked down at him and slapped his face.

"Fuck you Na Jaemin, I hope this was worth it."

You hopped into your car with the moonlight shining through your window as you took one last glance at Jaemin. He was broken and defeated. No wish on the moon could save him now.

[miss--aura]

Saw your requests were open! I too love Fatgum so maybe an +18 plus scenario with some angst? Like maybe you were good friends but now both are stuck in limbo after sleeping with each other one night. Confused about what they are. Sorry if I'm not making sense.

Stuck In between

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader

Warnings: angst, bad smut because I had a headache while writing the ending, idk what to put for warnings, banana milk sucks

Requested by: ness-is-a-vanillabean

On a serious note I decided I don't know how to wrote angst or if this counts as angst lmao.

It was a spur of the moment decision, at least that's what you kept telling yourself. You were drunk, and let your lust get the better of you and now you didn't know what to do.

You shouldn't have let Midnight convince you to go, you shouldn't have taken the wine glass offered to you. It was all just some big mistake that you made, and it landed you where you are now.

You haven't left your house in a week and you certainly havent been checking any messages on your phone. Luckily you could work from home, but you couldnt hide forever.

"God, I'm so stupid!" Slamming your head on your desk with a groan, tears forming in your eyes as you choke out a sob.

No matter how hard you tried it kept replaying in your head. The way his eyes seemed to drink you up, his hands caressing every inch of your body, the way he filled you up hitting the spots that made you forget your name.

Part of you didn't regret it at all, getting out all of the lust filled emotions was such a nice release to something you've been holding onto for god knows how long.

Yet, you couldnt look back on the memory in a fond light. Because in the end, you said I love you. You said I love you to your bestfriend, and now you couldn't even talk to him.

He'd called you at least 15 times a day since then, over 200 messages being left unread. You just had to go and be selfish, didn't you? Ruin the one good thing you had in your life.

You wondered how he was doing, not that you'd ask. But at the same time, you were his bestfriend and you confessed your love to him in a drunken haze and haven't spoken to him since.

All the ways you could've confessed, you had to go and do it when you were drunk out of your mind and being pounded into a mattress. Going back to work at the agency would be a nightmare now.

One week left until you actually had to go back to the agency. Meaning one week to figure out how to avoid Taishiro for the rest of your life. Did you want to avoid him? No, but you'd rather avoid him than own up to your own emotions.

Picking your head up off the desk you decide to actually do something productive for once. You needed groceries anyways and right now was the perfect time to do so, considering Taishiro would be patrolling the other side of town.

You quickly freshen up and head out the door, the grocery store being only a few blocks away so you could manage walking there and back.

It was a short walk, being about 15 minutes give or take a few. Now that you were scanning shelves you realized how long it had really been since you've seen, well, another human.

It almost made you laugh, how seeing really people made you feel better about the situation your in. Sucking in your cheeks you put a small case of banana milk into your cart.

Taishiro didn't really care for it, but it was almost a comfort item for you. He always said it just tasted like a banana, and it'd cost less to buy regular bananas instead. Though you'd disagree everytime he brought it up.

Sure, it tasted like bananas, but it is banana milk so whatever. Plus it came in cute boxes with a straw and who were you to deny something that looked so cute.

Making it to checkout, you place your items on the counter. Allowing the cashier to do their job while you let your eyes wander around the store.

It wasn't big, but it had a comforting feel. Maybe it was because you'd been feeling down, or maybe it was the way you'd been here so many times that the familiarity was comforting to you.

Never the less you give a small smile to the cashier, finishing the rest of your items as you pay. Fishing the bags into your arms as you start the short journey back to your home.

"Need help carrying those bags?" The voice made you freeze in place. There was no way this was happening, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was on duty, right?

"Listen we need to talk, you can't keep ignoring me."

"I don't wanna talk right now, aren't you on duty anyway? I have to go put these away." You start walking off, hurrying to get away.

"I'm a hero, I help people in need. You aren't feeling like yourself which means it's my place to help. Is it not?"

"I said I don't want to talk, I said something I didn't mean, and I have to face the consequences for that. Okay?"

"So you don't love me?" You swear you could hear the hurt in his voice, but you told yourself you were hearing things. You can't ruin this anymore than you already have.

You can't bring yourself to respond, quickening your pace as your eyes fill with tears. Trying to blink them away only causing them to slide down your face. Not that you bother to wipe them because you know Taishiro is still watching you walk away.

He doesn't like you like that, he's a pro hero, you're just an office lady. That's what you have to remember. Whatever you thought you had, was just you trying to convince yourself that something could happen.

It didn't matter if you wanted to run into his arms, nothing would change. You'd be the hopeless romantic who had feelings for a hero who didn't have time to waste on a relationship.

"Y/n wait! Stop walking so fast I can't keep up!" Taishiro's voiced filled through your ears, your heart melting at the sound. But for once, your head was in control. Head over heart, that's what your mom always said.

"Go away 'shiro." It came out more broken than you wanted it to and you knew he could see right through you as much as you wanted to hide away from your feelings your feet plant themselves no longer letting you move further.

Two arms wrapping around your waist in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. Stealing the air from your lungs as a small whine of pain escapes your lips.

"Y/n, listen to me. You can't keep avoiding me. I've been worried sick about you, can't you tell? I thought I was dreaming when you told me you loved me but just as soon as that happened you dissapeared. Please Y/n talk to me."

You shook your head more tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to speak without sounding like you were dying. Though it felt like you were.

"You don't love me 'shiro, I gotta get over you but whenever you're near me it makes it so hard. No matter how hard I try I keep falling harder."

"Who said I don't love you? Angelcake, you never asked me if I loved you. Look at you, what is there not to love about you? When you said you loved me I'd never been more happy in my entire life. So please, stop running away from me, I hate not being with you."

"'shiro..."

"Shh, let's get you home, I wanna show you how much I love you."

Arriving at your house, you force the key into the door as quick as you can manage. Taishiro taking notice to how desperate you were to enter.

Pushing the door open you realize how messy your house was, an awkward smile spreading across your face as you let him in. "Please excuse the mess, it's not usually like this I've just been having a hard time recently."

"As if it's any worse than mine, besides I'm not here to judge you." He grins placing his hand in yours and leading you to your bedroom. Seeing as he'd been here enough to know the lay out of your house.

Just as soon as you were in your room, he was all over you. Kissing you with so much passion you thought you were dreaming by the way he seemed to be bleeding out lust.

Taishiro opted to use his normal form in moments like this, his fat body not working when it came to the more intimate moments. Not that you loved him any less in any form.

You whine into the kiss, your body on fire from the arousal building up within you. Clawing at your close to get them off, desperate to have Taishiro's hands be on your bare skin.

"Someones needy, aren't they?"

"'shiro, please I want you. I've been waiting for this."

He hums, giving you a small nod as his hands sneak up your shirt. Helping you strip out of your clothes before falling suite with his own.

His hands grope your breasts squeezing lightly to get a reaction out of you. Which you give through a small moan. The noise is just enough to get him going though.

Spreading your legs and holding them open with his knees he slides his fingers over your folds, getting a grasp for how wet you were for him.

The more he teased the more you squirmed under him, small begs passing through your lips. Begging for him to hurry up.

"Taishiro, please stop teasing me I cant wait anymore~"

He only smiles in response, placing his cock at your entrance. Having done this just a week ago he was more than ready to plunge into the depth. Slowly thrusting into you allowing you to adjust.

You whine out his name, back slightly arching off the bed in ecstasy. Clenching around him your eyes clouded with list at the sensual yet familiar feeling of him filling you up.

He thrusts harder, finding a sweet rhythmatic pace that made the both of you feel good. Not too fast, but not too slow either. The perfect momentum between the two of you.

Leaning down to kiss you, he finds himself smiling like a little kid, happier than ever to be with you in this moment.

"'m close baby, where do you want my cum?"

"Anywhere, I dont care."

Satisfied with that response he thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and letting his cum cover your lower abdomen.

"I told you I loved you babe, is that enough to prove it?"

"More than I could have ever asked for."

[no-rhyme-no-reason-in-love]

Pandemic

“It’s a pandemic!”

“Yes, it is, but come on! You are wasting your youth! Are you just going to let your life pass you by in fear?”

He frowns through his mask.

“Yeah. It’s better than risking catching it and passing it to someone,” he grunts as he picks up a carton of eggs, placing it in his basket.

He hears a sigh through the phone.

“And if the virus never ends? You’ll wind up all alone!”

He continues working to the next aisle.

“And?”

Keigo sobs through the phone.

“Ichigo, I’m being serious! I’m getting worried for you! You are all alone out there!”

He shrugs his shoulder even knowing his friend can’t see him.

“What’s new? I’m not much of a social person.”

“Yeah, but now you are in the States all by yourself with no one to rely on. No friends, no family, not even close coworkers since you work from home. I’m just worried about you.”

“I appreciate it, Keigo. Trust me. But I am doing okay.”

“You wouldn’t tell me if you weren’t,” his friend complains.

“Hey, I gotta go, okay? I’m about to go to the checkout line.”

“Are you still shopping at 6 AM?”

Instead of answering, he hangs up as he begins putting his items onto the conveyer belt.

“Good morning!”

He can feel his lips twitch.

“Morning.”

“Let’s see what you have this week…eggs, milk, bread…chocolate? You never get chocolate!”

“Every once in a while, I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” he confesses as he nears the register.

He sees her nod.

“So do I! You should see how much sweets I buy on my weekly grocery runs!”

He chuckles.

“Well, it would only be fair if I do. You get to see what I buy every week,” he states as he watches her scan his items.

He watches as her head tilts before she looks at him. Her eyes disappear into a smile.

“I shop very late to avoid the crowds,” she admits.

“I don’t mind”

“Are you…are you asking me on a date?”

He resists the urge to touch his neck in embarrassment.

“If I’m not, will you hold my items hostage?”

“…yes.”

He laughs.

“Then I guess I don’t have a choice,” he feigns reluctance.

She laughs as she rings up his items. He takes out his card and slides it into the card reader.

“Well, if you really don’t want to…” she trails off.

“No, I do!” he nearly shouts in panic.

She hunches over, clutching her stomach laughing.

He clicks his tongue, thoroughly embarrassed.

“So much for playing it cool,” he confesses under his breath.

She limits her laughter to giggles as she pulls the receipt from the machine.

“Cool is overrated, anyways.”

“Sure.”

He hears her hum, and he watches her write something on his receipt.

“Well, so we are even, I’ll say something soooo not cool!”

His eyebrow raises in anticipation.

“For me, you are the best part of every week!”

She is blushing as she confesses this. He can tell even through the mask.

“You right, that’s so not cool,” he says. “Even less cool that I come here even though there is a closer grocery store near my apartment just so I can see you.”

“That is less cool. What’s even less cool than that is that my regular schedule is in the evening, but I’ve requested to work the early shifts on Mondays so I can see you, too.”

He grins.

“What is even—”

“Yes, yes. I think we have established that you two are uncool, so can you hurry it up? We have lives, too.”

“Sorry,” they both apologize to the person behind him in line.

He takes the receipt she hands him, and he gathers his items in his basket.

“See you soon?”

“Sooner is better,” she chirps as she points at his receipt.

He turns it over.

In pretty writing is her name and her number.

He smiles.

“Sooner is better,” he agrees as he waves bye at her.

He pockets the receipt while his heart beats fast in his chest, and his smile grows.

Keigo’s right. He has no family, no friends, not even close coworkers here. He’s alone here.

But since meeting her, he has never felt lonely. The anticipation of seeing her always made him hopeful, always made his heart flutter in ways that were abnormal but welcomed.

And he’s never seen her face fully, but god, her eyes, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Once their eyes locked, he knew he was a goner. He knew that he’d risk everything just to be close to her. Pandemic be damned.

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: area 127″ [nct127]

genre: fluff + reverse harem + self-love (mentions of self worth)

ficstyle: bulletpoints 

request: “ Hello, my love! I was wondering if you could possibly write a NCT 127 bullet-point/reaction similar to your Stray Kids “Wow” and Ateez “KQ University?” I absolutely adore those two fics- makes my heart go bOOM BOOM. “

note: I need to write more for SM artists....

You had to start high school a new school because your parents were transferred to another area for work. You wanted to be happy for them but you were upset that you had to go make new friends. You always struggled with making friends and now you had to leave the ones that you made. Well there’s nothing you can do about it so you straightened your back and go on with your new life...

YUTA

you woke up a little earlier than usual since you didn’t want to be late for your first day of school

you came across a pretty cool selection of vending machines and thought you should get something

after much thought, you chose the banana milk 

you rummaged in your bag for your wallet only to find that you didn’t have enough change

you hung your head down a little to express how you were currently feeling but you just made your way to the bus stop

“hey!”

you turned to see who it was

the smiley boy pulled up to you with his bike and stuck his arm out, holding the banana milk 

“I saw that you didn’t get it and you looked upset.. you should start a day with a smile!”

he wore the same uniform as you so you didn’t he was too suspicious 

“uh thanks-”

“you must be a transfer student.. you can call me Yuta~” he slowly walked, hoping you would walk and talk with him

“I’m Y/N...but how do you know? I mean there’s probably tons of kids at the school, how would you know who I was?”

he shot a smile at you and said, “I would notice if I saw someone like you at our school”

you flushed in embarrassment

“what? do I look weird or something?”

he walks with you up until you two get to the bus stop, “no, nothing like that.. you just.. you stand out because you’re pretty..” 

no one really said that to you before; it was something you only heard from your parents and relatives

you were about to say something but your bus came

“see ya later, Y/N~” Yuta sped away on his bike 

flustered and confused, you boarded the bus hoping that he was just being nice and wasn’t actually flirting with you...

TAEIL

there was basically no space on the bus 

but you managed to snag a spot next to a boy wearing your uniform; he had his earphones in and was gazing out the window

you didn’t want to bother him so you sat the the edge of your seat so that you didn’t touch him 

there were lots kids from your school as well as a lot of daytime workers 

speaking of daytime workers, there was this old business man that kept trying to shove his junk in your face

at first you thought that it was because the bus was crowded 

but you soon realized that he was purposely doing it and kept a sleazey smile at you 

you kept trying move away and say something to him but he would always interrupt you by coughing or clearing his throat

you were seconds away from punching his junk until the boy sitting next to you tapped on your shoulder 

“sit in my seat..” he murmured

he was your hero, you nodded so you got up to change seats

the sleazebag grabbed your arm to try to push you back down into the seat but the boy next to you grabbed his wrist

“I don’t know what you’re doing to her but you better stop it, sir...” he said quite loudly for the whole bus to hear

everyone looked at the commotion; everyone shifted away from him in response after seeing what was happening 

you switched seats with the boy 

“thank you..”

he noticed you were still disturbed by the incident so he offered one of his earphone 

“do you like Kim Bum Soo?”

you nod at him as you took his earphones

the both of you sat in silence as the bus took you to school

MARK

you and Taeil walked towards the main auditorium for the first assembly of the school year after scanning your IDs through the main entrance

“you’re a second year right? you’re going to be sitting in that area,” Taeil pointed to area you were suppose to be at

“I’m a third-year so I gotta sit here.. oh, and there’s a reserved area for each class so make sure you sit with your class”

you gave him a small smile and waved, “see you later, Taeil..”

you found your class and sat quietly as people in the same class scurried around to find seats next to each other

you sat at the edge so that you wouldn’t separate friends together

the spot next to you stayed empty until some boy rushed to sit down before the assembly started

“I made it! this is 1-A for first years right?” he panted as he tried to tame his bedhead

“this is 1-A for second years...” you murmured trying not to cause a commotion

the boy’s jaw dropped and looked at his orientation pamphlet, “ohh.. the first years are in the front.... well, too late now, I’ll just sit here..”

you nodded and you shifted your attention away from him; not because you didn’t like him but because you didn’t want to get in trouble 

so you sat quietly with your hands facing up in your lap and your eyes slowly started to droop

you saw a wrapped candy appear in your hands and you turned to see that it came from the first year sitting next to you

“it’ll help you not fall asleep.. I was fall asleep during assemblies..”

“oh.. thank you” you whispered

“I’m Mark..”

“I’m Y/N..” 

“SHH~” a teacher that was nearby shushed the two of you

you both flinched

looked at each other

and snickered in silence

after the assembly, you and Mark parted way because he was in a different year 

JOHNNY

you didn’t have to worry about getting into class early because you were a transfer student, you had to go to the teacher’s office

here’s the thing.. you didn’t get an orientation pamphlet because you thought you didn’t need one

that backfired on you; you didn’t know where the teacher’s office was 

through a crowd of students chatting before class, you didn’t want too much attention on you for being new

so you didn’t ask for directions

but someone saw you walking back and forth through different floors of the school

“hey, need help, little lamb?”

a taller boy wearing an arm band saying “student council” called out to you while leaning near the windows of the hallway

“me?” you pointed to yourself while looking around you 

“it’s just you and me on this hall,” he pointed out as he walked towards you

 “oh.. yeah..”

“I’m Johnny, the president of student council, at your service.. so you looking for your class or the teacher’s office, little lamb?”

“I have a name, you know..” you were flustered by the nickname

“eh, little lamb matches you well though,” he leans towards you until your back hits the wall behind you 

then proceeds to props his arm above you so that you’re literally trapped under him 

Johnny smiles as your ears turn red

you gently shifted away, “I need to go to the teacher’s office..”

“sure thing.. just keep on going straight take the stairs on your right.. you’ll see it when you reach the main floor..”

“ah thank you.. bye..” you rushed out of there so fast 

“don’t run in the hallways!” he called out

Johnny chuckles at you when you went from running to power walking as he makes his way towards the student council office

JAEHYUN

adrenaline was still rushing when you turned the corner to get to the stairs, you almost missed the staircase 

you missed a step on top of the stairs 

you tried to reach for the rail but you were too far away

your eyes squeezed shut as you braced yourself for a nasty fall 

but you feel yourself fall against someone’s sturdy chest

you could see their nametag

Jung Jaehyun 

you exhaled the breath you were holding but you found it hard to breathe again when you saw that you fell on a guy 

and a handsome one at that

“I’m sor-”

“you should watch where you’re going..” he said under his breath

you furrowed your brows at him because the attitude was unnecessary and you never usually speak up unless it irritates you

“I did say sorry.. if you were gonna be bothered, why would you help me in the first place?”

“because I would look like the bad person if you feel and I didn’t help you,” he pointed to the surveillance camera  

your jaws dropped as you were shocked to hear how unbelievable he was

you didn’t get a chance to say anything as he passed you

when he met up with his friends at the top of the stairs, he was smiling as if he was an angel 

“do you know her?” someone from his group pointed at me 

“no, I just helped her because she tripped on the stairs..”

everyone began to adore him

“you’re so nice!”

“that’s Prince Jaehyun for you~”

“you’re such an angel~”

you gagged at the sight and went to the teacher’s office 

TAEYONG

after finding and talking to your homeroom teacher, a boy came up behind you

“I’m here, Mr. C~”

“perfect! Taeyong can you take Y/N to the classroom? I need to get a couple of handouts together..”

“sure thing.. let’s go~” the boy named Taeyong opened the door for you

“thanks..”

he smiles, “yeah no problem.. since we’re classmates, can I call you by your first name? it was Y/N, right?”

you nodded happily 

“cool, you can call me Taeyong~ I’m the class rep so lemme know if you need anything~”

at your old school, each class rep was chosen by grades so you wondered if he was the class genius, “do you get high marks on your tests?”

Taeyong laughs as he holds his stomach

“do I look like I get good grades?”

you looked at him up and down

his effortlessly yet messy and dyed hair was pushed back and made his brows stand out; he had multiple ear piercings

“I don’t know maybe? you could be?” 

“no, no.. I get below average grades, haha... you wondering how I’m a class rep?”

you meekly smiled and nod

“it was a class vote.. I got the most votes, I guess.. I wanted to have an easy high school life but it’s not too bad..”

you two made it to your classroom; it made you anxious

“don’t worry! everyone’s nice and if they have a problem with you, YOU let ME know, okay, promise?” Taeyong brought his pinky finger

you couldn’t help but smile at his cute little action, and locked your pinky finger with his, “okay. promise~”  

JUNGWOO

you kept on focusing in class until it was time for lunch 

you were planning to eat with Taeyong but he was already surrounded with the girls in your class

some kids in your class offered to eat with you but you told them that you wanted to explore the school during break by yourself

they understood and said that you can eat with them whenever 

you thanked them; it wasn’t like you hated people but it was hard for you to open up to people

part of it is trust but the other part of it is confidence; you were scared to open up to people. what if they don’t like you? what if they think you’re weird?

you had an hour for lunch; which was a nice amount of time to do some exploring 

you were walking down the hall until you saw Johnny; still traumatized by his advances, you ran in the other direction, up the stairs and pushed the heavy-set doors

you were amazed at the bright blue skies; it was like you could touch the clouds and the breeze calmed you down as it danced through your hair

you walked up to the wall of the rooftop to overlook the school

it was such a big and beautiful school; you admired the architecture each building 

you turned to go back to the door and saw a boy laying on top of the roof of the door 

it was like he saw you at the corner of his eyes, “no one ever goes up here..”

“why not? it’s beautiful up here..”

he smiles as he sits up and lets his legs dangle at the edge of the roof, “well there’s the fancy cafeteria, big library and there’s a cafe..”

“there’s a cafe?!” 

the boy loses his cold demeanor for a bright one; his smile was like sunshine and sparkles

“you must be new.. you a second-year?”

“yeah..” you mumbled, you started to fidget in place

he jumps down from the roof, “what’d you say?”

“ye-yeah.. I’m new...”

he sticks his hand out for you to take, “hi new, I’m Jungwoo~”

you giggled at his remark but no other words were shared between you to because the bell rung

DOYOUNG

Jungwoo wanted to walk you to class but his class was in the opposite direction; his next class was self-study and he told you that he usually goes to the library for self-study because it’s quieter 

time went on and your last class was self-study

going off of what Jungwoo said, you packed your things and headed for the library

“where ya going?” Taeyong tugs on your bag as you made it to the door

“just somewhere quieter..”

“ah okay, just remember to scan your ID when you go into the library so the school can keep track of where you are~”

you nodded and made your way to the library

you asked Jungwoo where it was earlier so you won’t be lost this time

after scanning your ID, you tried to find somewhere that was secluded than the several groups that were scattered in the spacious library 

you found a spot near the window; it was perfect 

you got everything setup when a boy sat across from you 

you went wide-eyed as he also setup his workspace 

he saw you staring at him so he spoke up

“this is my usual area but I don’t mind sharing it.. don’t mind me..”

you nodded and plugged your headset to your tablet 

you thought it was going to be awkward but you both quickly got lost in your work 

you came across something you didn’t understand in class; you didn’t get that far into the lesson at your old school 

you looked online for help but the methods given weren’t helpful 

you were hesitant to ask the guy in front of you but you couldn’t make up your mind

the guy looked up and pull out an earpod, “is there something wrong?’

he probably noticed that you kept looking at him 

“I don’t really understand this.. we didn’t get this far into the lesson at my old school..”

“ah ok ok..” he takes your handout, looks at it then quickly scribbles on it

“hopefully these keys help.. there’s no point in doing it for you..”

you agreed, “um.. thank you..”

“no problem.. lemme know if you need anymore help..” 

and with that, you were still hesitant to ask for help so you just thanked him and left the library

the boy wondered if he made you uncomfortable; maybe it was a little creepy to look at your name on your handout

SICHENG/WINWIN

since you were a new student, your teachers didn’t expect you to do finish all of the homework by tomorrow so you’ll just wait until you get the chance to talk to them and get help

you figured that if you couldn’t do your homework, you could go look at the track field

you were surprised to see some students studying on the bleachers 

there were empty seats but had schoolwork 

a basketball rolled to your feet and you looked up to see a boy dashing towards you

“sorry could you get that for me?”

you quietly picked it up and tossed it to him

he takes it and tosses it to the group of guys behind him, “I’m gonna take a break!”

you shuffled away from him; not expecting that he was going to talk to you

“hey, you’re Y/N the transfer student right? you’re in the same class as me.. I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself.. my friends call me WinWin~”

“hi..” was all you managed to say

“you here to study?” he followed you like a puppy 

“no I just-”

“came here to slack off like me?”

“wh-what? no-”

“come here, I’ll teach you how to play basketball~” he took your hand and dragged you to the courts

“what about your homework?” you pointed to the lonely books and handouts that were sprawled on the bleachers 

“huh? that’s just for show for when the teachers show up~”

and that’s how you skipped self-study to play basketball with your classmate 

HAECHAN

after a tiring day, you decided to walk home instead of riding the bus

since it was so nice outside, you decided this was the best time to be alone and self-reflect 

you were listening to music until you felt a gush of wind 

soon after you saw a boy wearing the same uniform as you was wailing on the ground with his skateboard

concerned you dashed up to him

“are you okay?”

“I THINK I BROKE MY ARM OR SOMETHING! IT FRICKING HURTS!!”

then he looked up at you and paused for a moment before clearing his throat

he got up and tried to shrug it off, “I’m okay now, don’t worry-”

drips of blood trickled down his arm

“can I see your arm?”

he nods quietly 

you pulled him to the side so that you wouldn’t bother other pedestrians

you rolled his sleeves up and saw that his arm was scraped up but wasn’t bruised

you poke around his joints, “does it hurt?”

“AH AH OWW!” he wailed

you quickly moved your hand away, “I’m sorry!”

he snickers at you, “just kidding~ no it doesn’t hurt~”

you frowned at him and pulled out some disinfectant and bandages; you cleaned his wounds, blowing on them so that he wouldn’t yell in your ears

after you wrapped him up, he thanked you

“thank you, Y/N~” 

you figured that he was looking at your nametag so you looked at his

“stay safe, Haechan..” 

you quickly walked away towards home

leaving the boy all pouty

You felt totally spent. Today was too much human interaction for you to handle.. And all of the guys were EXTREMELY GOOD-LOOKING. You figured that you should steer clear from them because you didn’t want to be trampled by their fans. While you were stuck in your thoughts, you got hungry. You saw a huge sign that said “CAFE” so you walked in. 

“WELCOME TO AREA 127, MY PRINCESS~ HOW CAN WE SERVE YOU TODAY~” All of the boys that you had an interaction with today were all dressed as butlers. You looked at the sign again and it said, “CAFE AREA 127; Butler Cafe.” 

“oh Y/N, it’s you!” You turned to see the boy that you kept on thinking about the whole day. That boy was....

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[faustonastring]

Hello! May i request headcanons for main 6 taking bath with mc?

Hi thanks for requesting! I’m not good at writing šøft stuff but I hope you like it regardless!

Main six taking a bath with MC

Asra

Very romantic. Very sensual. Very nice. If taking baths is like a normal thing th two of you do, he picks up diffrent soaps and salts from his travels, some of them give the both of you rashes, but hey! It’s the thought that counts.

It’s full of gentle feel ups and massages, it’s almost impossible to get him to stop touching you so you can wash him. And when it is you’re turn to wash him, his hands are running up and down your sides and he has that look in his eyes

Baths don’t always lead to sex, espically if it’s something the two of you do often, but I would be lying if I said they didn’t put him in a mood. It all really depends on you, and if you’re not into that particular day he doesn’t mind. Bath with asra are either super sexy and sensual, or nice and soft. There is no in between.

Nadia

Taking a bath with her is like the only alone time the two of you get when’s she’s particularly busy. Please let her vent too you while you wash her hair and back, and let her take her anger out on you by teasing you and pampering you.

She has the most expensive soaps, salts, bathbombs, etc. you make it, she has the luxurious version of it. And if you don’t know what something is or how something works, she’ll gladly show you how, In the sexiest way possible.

Baths with her are mostly full of teasing, and no matter how far you think you got she’s going to make you wait till later to get what you really want. It could honestly be days depending on how much work she has to do. Don’t blame her, blame the bath. The chemicals must have messed with her head-how could she resist you for so long?

Julian

Bath time is equivalent or equal to story time. It all depends on the mood. The setting. The time. And the conversation. Like you could be trying to have bath sex with him, and then some how get a three hour story out of him instead, and when you two are drying up, he still isn’t done-

He likes to relax in the bath with you after a stressful day. Like Nadia, let him rant too you. He doesn’t like talking bad about people but on days when the vesuvian equivalent to Karen comes in for a check up, he kinda needs too.

Also massages are a must. His shoulders get all knotty from being hunched over his desk asks day. Plus he likes the way you give massages. Would also return the favor in any way shape or form you want it. You just gotta say the magic word~

Portia

She can finally relax. Thank god. Baby girl was gonna over work herself again if it wasn’t for you pulling her into that bath to wind her down. You’re a life saver. Now please sit back and relax, it would be her pleasure to return the favor. She insist! (It must run in the family huh-)

She is the type to poor all the bath bombs she has lying around the house into the bath to see what happens. Yes it overflows with thin seconds. No she doesn’t regret. (Asra is the type too but this ain’t about him) And yes. It does take the two of you over an hour to mop it all up

Other than that baths with her are always very playful and flirty. Playful water splashes, putting clumps of bubbles on each others heads like hats, gossiping, eating chocolates together while gossiping. Making out. Her trying to go down on you underwater. Ya know, cute playful couples things.

Muriel

This man loves bath time. Whenever you say your going to take a bath, he just follows you to the bathroom like a lost puppy, and if you give him a look, he stutters and tries to explain or ask if he could take a bath with you. Your obligated to say yes sorry I don’t make the rules around here.

Massage him during bath time. Well massage him in general. But bath time makes him feel very vulnerable and turned on and a nice massage puts the cherry on the cake. No scratch that. Washing his hair and particularly massaging his scalp on top of a regular massage makes him loose it then and there.

Baths are a very nice after sex ritual. He’ll carry you there don’t worry, and he’ll pamper you with the little energy he has left, until the two of you pass out in the tub, only to wake up when the waters cold. He also likes to hold you in his lap during those times. No matter how big you are.

Lucio

Ahhhhaha. You’re gonna wanna be careful with this one. He’s the type to innocently ask you for a bath and then when you get too the bathroom it’s some weird fancy bath you’ve never heard of before. Honorable mentions are: caviar bath, goat milk bath, wine bath, and pomegranate bath. (If you’re afab, you’re more or likely going to get some type of UTI, so on behalf of lucio I’m sorry)

Bath time = sexy time. Not necessarily sex time, he respects you and you’re boundaries he would never want to force him self Ontop of you. So that means it’s sexy times instead. It’s like the pg13 equivalent of sex time. And if you’re into it, then it’s sex time (that’s what he refers to it as. Mans got a time for everything istg)

If he’s having a bad day though, he likes it when you let his hair while the both of you eat expensive chocolates and drink wine, while you cuddle together in the bath. With his dogs. He thought they were lonely okay-

Thanks for reading! If you liked what you read and want to read more of my trash you can find my master list here! (I’m updating her soon be paitent)

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Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader Part 10: It’s a Forever Thing

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two?

Authors note: It’s been a pleasure writing this story for you guys, with it being my first on this sight, I’m very proud of it

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Word count: 1876

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

Warnings: manga time skip!!! FLUFFFFFF,, swearing

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“Honestly I think you should wear that shirt that Hinata got you from, Rio! It’s super cute!”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m being completely serious. I think it’ll really show him your support at the match tonight.”

“I’m taking Hiro for a walk if you’re gonna keep acting like this.” With a sigh Kei placed a leash onto the dog's collar and waved goodbye before leaving the house. Worth a shot.

You and Kei walked into Sendai City gymnasium hand in hand with Yamaguchi in tow. 

“Tsukki! I’m gonna go get food, do you want anything?”

“Yeah, just grab Y/N and I whatever looks good.”

“Okay!”

The two of you made way to your seats in the stadium. It was packed to the brim. It was the beginning of the season and a lot of fans usually came out to support the Adelers and Jackals specifically. 

Kei let go of your hand to begin flipping through the pamphlet of the players today. He looked tense as usual. If you were being honest, you couldn’t tell if he wanted either Hinata or Kageyama to win the match.

“Tsukki! I got them! And it was Osamu from the Miya twins, isn’t that amazing? Anyways, do you want a beer? I saw a vender walking the isles.” Yamaguchi waved with Yachi standing closely behind him. 

Without looking up Kei retorted. “No, I only drink kahlūa and milk. And I refuse to drink with anyone who doesn’t appreciate kahlūa and milk.” 

Yamaguchi and Yachi stood up slightly straighter and the three of you all gave each other a knowing look before you elbowed Kei in the ribs.

“What was that for?”

“You could’ve just said no thank you.”

“What’s the fun in that?” He smiled before leaning over to kiss your forehead. 

You shrugged before waving the two over to sit by the two of you.

“Be kind.”

Your heart swelled with joy to see the Jackals had won the game. Hinata finally was able to claim his victory over Kageyama. You impatiently dragged Kei down to the court to meet him and Kageyama and other players that the two of you have gotten to meet in your high school years. 

“Slow down. I don’t see what the fuss is about, we’ll see them regardless.” Kei muttered under his breath. You gave him a quick pout over your shoulder making him roll his eyes. He interlaced his fingers with yours and held you back for the crowds to pass. 

“OH MY GOD IS THAT Y/N????”

Immediately a sweaty man's arms wrapped around you and pulled you away from Kei. Your eyesight was immediately clouded with orange hair. You immediately hug him back as he teeters you back and forth on your heels. 

You hold him out at arms width.

“Hinata!!! You did so good! I can’t believe you trained yourself to be a leftie! That was the best game I’ve ever seen!”

Hinata flashed you a vibrant smile before peering over your shoulder to see Kei, Yamaguchi, and Yachi. With one arm still on your shoulder, he used his other hand to wave hello.

“Great, now it’s like I have to burn my girlfriend alive since you got all over her. Also I’m pretty sure my games are much better than his, sweetheart.” Kei chided, scowling at Hinata. His eyes widened as he chuckled nervously. 

“Don’t worry about him, Hinata.” You patted his hair down with a warm smile. 

As your hand fell down to your side, Hinata’s eyes followed the gold band on your finger. 

“YOU TWO GOT MARRIED?”

“No dipshit, I proposed to her.”

Everyone around you gasped. You waved your hand in front of your face laughing lightly. “Kei and I were planning to announce it here since we knew everyone would be coming here today.” You held your left hand up to your face for your friends to see. 

Everyone leaned in towards your hand with their mouths agape. You couldn’t see him, but you knew Kei was standing behind you with a proud smirk on his face. It was definitely getting to his head. 

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The five of you turned to the side to see Kageyama striding over.

“She actually agreed to marry you? Who would’ve thought.” Kageyama forced out a very unnatural laugh. 

“Kageyama I don’t think that came out as funny as you thought it would. And actually, everyone kinda did. Since our first year of high school. Yanno? All three years it was kind of a will they, won’t they situation.” Hinata’s hands were up in front of his chest facing Kageyama. 

“Shut up, dumbass!”

Kei came up behind you placing both hands on each of your shoulders before turning his head to Kageyama. 

“My, my. I just think the King is jealous that I get to marry the love of my life, while he gets to stay married to volleyball. When was the last time you had an actual-“

“Shut the hell-“

Everyone besides Kageyama burst into fits of laughter, causing his speech to blur to a stop. Placing your hands on top of Kei’s, you turned to the black-haired setter. 

“Some things never really do change from high school, do they?”

You look up to meet Kei’s eyes. As soon as he sees you his face softens. You give him a soft nod signaling that he doesn’t have to push Kageyama anymore and he smiles in return.  

“I hate it when you two do that thing, it’s weird.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s cute.” Hinata mumbled to himself. 

“Shut up, dumbass.”

It wasn’t long before the other alumni from Karasuno met on the court. 

You, Kiyoko, Tanaka, and Yachi shied away to sit in the bleachers to tell them about the engagement while Kei was able to catch up with everyone he knew on the court. 

“So basically when Kei and I were little, there was this park by the river that we’d like to go to after school everyday. It was on the edge of our neighborhood so it wasn’t super far away or anything. It was when the leaves began to fall he wanted to go on a walk out there. We hadn’t been in years. He led me to this little candle-lit picnic- plastic candles though, believe it or not he was scared shitless of accidentally burning anything. Apparently him and Yamaguchi set it up a little while earlier…”

“Baby what’s all of this?”

“Can I not celebrate how much I love you from time to time?” Heat rose to your face before you waved him away.

“I guess so.”

“Good because I have all of your favorites right here, angel. Plus we’ve been so busy with work and school I haven’t had the proper chance to treat you.”

You sat beside Kei as he began to sort through the basket. He pulled out a bottle of wine and two cups. He poured you both a glass and the two of you slowly sipped on it as the sun began to dip behind the river.

“I know I say this a lot, but I’m forever grateful that I get to be by your side everyday.” Kei used his index finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes straight ahead.

“I know, baby. I love living life with you.”

“I think this’ll be super romantic if we slow danced right now.” Kei stood to his feet, extending his right hand out to you. You took it as he pulled you to his chest. Your hands reached around his neck and your noses brushed each other. He turns his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips before grinning down at you.

“You make me the happiest man alive. I’m so grateful that my best friend is the love of my life.” You play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you smile. “Sorry it took me so long to come around. We could’ve had each other for much longer than this.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind over it.”

“I have no worries when I’m with you.”

Your hands gently grip around his shirt collar to pull him in for another kiss. Long and sweet. Your lips move along in perfect harmony as he holds you by your waist. He pulls away, barely an inch from your face. 

“L/N F/N, I-“

“Oh my- Kei are you okay?” You jolted at your name, he hadn’t said it in so long. He places a large hand over your mouth.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to raise a family with you, not a dog family with Hiro, but have actual kiddos. I want to wake up next to you every morning of my life. I want to fall asleep next to you every night. I want to be the reason you smile and be your comfort whenever you fall. I know that we’re both seniors in college right now, but next year I have a job lined up as Curator and the Sendai Museum. I haven’t told you yet, but I know I can support us. You’re about to get your dream job as well.” His hands travel down to yours before taking a step back. 

Kei lowers himself onto one knee before fumbling with his front pocket to pull out a small ring box. 

“Will you marry me? I promise to treasure you for the rest of our lives.”

Tears began to swell in your eyes as you began to nod quickly. You quickly rushed over to him hugging his neck smothering his face in kisses (and tears). 

“Yes, Kei!”

You finally wipe away your blurry vision to be greeted by him smiling, he was on the brink of tears himself. He offered the warmest, most compassionate smile you’ve ever seen from him in all the years you’ve known him. Your heart glowed because you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him like this. Your life was just now beginning. Kei quietly slipped the ring onto your finger before rushing up to grab your face with his hands. He gave you baby pecks on your lips. Each time he pulled away to look at you, his smile widened as if he couldn’t believe that you were there in front of him. 

“Thank you, my love”

“I’ve gotta say, if I’m being honest, I didn’t really think Tsukishima had a romantic bone in his body.” Tanaka chuckled to himself. Kiyoko pushed his shoulder gently. 

“Tsukishima has always had a soft spot for Y/N, he’d run to the ends of the Earth for her, Ryu.”

“So like me?”

The conversation between your friends blurred into background noise as you caught Kei’s eyes. He was with Bokuto, Kuroo, and Daichi. They were grabbing on his shoulder and laughing about something. 

Kei gave you a warm smile and held his thumbs up. You returned the gesture. He mouthed a very small “I love you” before returning back to his conversation. His smile continued to glow across the room. You smiled looking down at the ring that adorned your finger. 

A forever. 

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Omg can I request a ringo imagine? Some smut thrown in as well if possible? Maybe it’s starts off with Ringo wanting to approach reader but he’s shy but they end up having a deep connection and then it skips forward to a year or so where they’re so in love and devoted to one another and Ringo is telling reader all the feelings he had when they first met and how he still feels that way and so does she, and he’s so happy she’s his and how faithful she is to him and then they,yknow😏🥺😭💞💘

I'll try my best! Sorry it took so long, by the way. I really can't write smut without needing to take breaks every 10 minutes AHH Sorry if there are typos, I typed the end part really fast on my phone because I posted it and found out that none of my progress got saved hehe.. I'll make sure to edit!

Masterlist

Same Feelings

Pairing: Ringo Starr x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Some smut in the end but the first part's all good- I'll put a note when the smut part's starting.（＾ｖ＾）

"You, guys, seem to love coming 'ere when we're 10 minutes before closing, back for the same cups of tea and biscuits?" You asked while you clean up the cups from table seven. The same four boys whom you've gotten to know from the number of times you've served their table sat on their usual spot which was at the corner, the most isolated part of the shop. "We love it when we're the only customers left!" John said, "Lovely seeing you again, y/n! We'll be having something different today." Paul grinned at you. "Fancy seeing you guys, too." You replied with your sweetest- prettiest smile, "I'll be back to take your orders, I'll just clean this up real quick." The boys nodded and watched you walk away with the tray of empty cups on your hands.

John and Paul abruptly turned their heads to Ringo when you went inside the kitchen, "Okay, you'll be telling her our orders for tod-"

"I can't, I can't do it. I'll just stutter and I'll make a complete fool of myself." Ringo says, groaning a little, "You're just going to say, three cups of joe and one milk. You'll be great!" John encouraged, Ringo shook his head making the two boys groan.

"Don't pressure the poor boy." George says, taking out his box of cigars but Ringo slapped his hand, "You can't smoke here, it's a no smoking zone, she's told you that a lot of times before!"

George rolled his eyes, keeping the box back in his pocket. "She's coming, you can do it, Ringo. Just act normal."

"I can't do it-"

"We won't be saying anything so it's all on your hands."

"Said I can't-"

"Have you decided on your orders yet?" You asked, taking out your notepad and pen. They all avoided your gaze, that's weird, you thought. "Hello?" You called, they exchanged glances at each other, George snickering at Ringo who just answered him with a glare. "Okay, I guess, I can come ba-"

"Three glasses of milk and one cup of joe!" Ringo blurted out, the words rushing out very fast that you could barely understand it. While the other three looked at him with a confused expression, you can't help but smile, it was the first time he's ever talked to you, he seemed really shy and quiet compared to the other three, "Okay, Ringo, right? I'll be taking that down, three glasses of milk and a cup of joe." You repeated, jotting it down, "Same snacks that you order along with tea?"

"Y-yes." He murmured, looking away. You giggled, "You're adorable, loosen up, I won't bite."

The other three looked at Ringo with wide eyes before shooting you a look, they looked like they were holding their screams in. "I'll be back shortly." You say, flashing them a smile before walking away.

"Fffffffffff....uck! Ringo!" John quietly squealed, holding on to Ringo's shoulders and shaking him excitedly, "She said you're adorable!"

"You're adorable, loosen up, I won't bite." George echoed your words, making his pitch higher. "You said our orders wrong but still- you did it, you talked to her!" Paul said, matching John's excitement. Ringo was just trying to hold his excitement to himself, although his smile was demanding to be let out.

"Next time, order for a date!"

++|++

The boys finished not long after, immediately paying and telling you their goodbyes. The three walked out the shop while Ringo stops by the door, taking a deep breath, "You okay?" You asked, walking towards him. He was startled but he nodded immediately, grabbing the door handle, "I-I gotta go." He says, pulling the door open, "It's push." You say, a worried smile on your face. "R-right." The way he blushed and stuttered was adorable and you just couldn't help but smile. "Goodnight, Ringo." You said, before starting to clean up their table. "Goodnight."

He opened the door, seeing his other three friends waiting for him outside, he took another deep breath, this time sure he was going to do what he's been debating to do for so long now. He turned around and called you, you blinked a couple of times, "Yes?"

"C-can I... We.. Can we- Should we- no, uh, do you wan- Shit." He cursed, making you giggle, "Yes, you can, we can, we should, I would love to." You replied, assuming he was asking you out. "Really?" He asked, "Where do you wanna go?"

You pursed your lips, thinking, "How about... walk me home for tonight?" He nodded with his usual shy smile, "I'll just clean this up really quick, can you wait for me?"

He nodded again, "I-I'll wait for you... Outside." He says, pushing the door open and walking out. You smiled, hurrying up. You fixed your hair and sprayed on some cologne in the loo.

"I asked her on a date..." Ringo mumbled, walking towards his friends. "What?" John asked, not really able to understand what Ringo said. "I asked her on a date- I mean- I kinda did. I'm walking her home tonight."

The other three cheered for Ringo, jumping around and pulling him in for hugs, "Tell us everything tomorrow!" Paul says, lightly punching his arm, "We'll be going so you could have an alone time."

They talked for a bit, saying their good lucks to Ringo before leaving and not long after, you finally walked out, his face lighting up when he sees you. "Sorry, had to check out." You say, jogging a little towards him, "No, you're good." He replied, "Here, I'll carry it for you." He says, gesturing at your sling bag. You handed it to him with a warm smile, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You started walking side by side and at first it was really quiet- too quiet that the air felt heavy but after a few questions here and there, you both loosened up, your conversations flowing naturally and it felt like you've gotten to know him so much already and him, you. Your similar likes and experiences were shared and your differences were discussed with full interests and open-mindedness, you both enjoyed learning things you didn't really like before you knew it was the other's favourite. Unfortunately, the walk wasn't forever, it felt like time flew by fast when you were laughing and talking and now you're stood outside your house.

"Can I take you on a proper date tomorrow?" He asked, handing you back your sling bag, "I have work tomorrow, how about Saturday?" You asked back, taking your bag from him, "Sounds perfect." He smiled, you smiled back, not really knowing what to do next. You both were just looking at each other, both shy.

"So..." You finally said, dragging the s, "I'm going in, thanks for walking me home." You leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He froze, his face turning beet red, making you giggle, "Goodnight, Ringo."

"Y-yeah, yeah. G-goodnight, y/n. Thank you for tonight." He says, "S-see you."

You waved at him with a smile before finally walking in your house, Ringo's smile never leaving his face.

++|++

"You know, I stood outside your house that night for probably 10 minutes or so, it was too surreal- that whole night." Ringo says while he caress your arm with his thumb. You two were plopped down the couch, his arms wrapped around you while you lean on his chest, the television rambling on about something while you two recalled your first date. "It was the best night of my life, every hour I spend with you is the best but that night was... The best-best because that was our first." He grinned, kissing your head, "Do you still remember when we first met in the shop?" You asked, tilting your chin up to attempt to see him. "F'course. I think that was the first time you worked there because we always went to that shop but it was my first time seeing your there." He said, you nodded, "It was, it was my first night there. I immediately noticed you guys, your table was always the noisiest."

His chest shook you up as he let out a laugh, "Sorry, it was mostly John and Paul." "I know, I never heard you speak," You say, "The first time you ever talked to me was when you ordered the glasses of milk, was it? And a cup of joe."

"I didn't have the confidence to talk to you... I liked you the very first time I saw you-" You cut him off with a scoff from how cliché he sounded, "No, no, it's true. I really did like you and your smile, your voice, the way you joked back with my friends when they tried to talk to you, your laugh, everything about you was perfect. Still is. I especially love your eyes. But I love you the most."

You smiled, sitting up properly, "I love you too."

"The same feelings from the start never ever left."

(Okay the smut starts here, yes, that means it's time for you to stop reading, minor. >:-(( HAHA.)

He leaned in, snuggling into your neck and leaving kisses, "That tickles." You laughed, trying to push him off. He pinned you down the couch, his hands propping himself up over you, "I really love you!"

He leaned in again, kissing you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. He lifted your leg up to his waist, squeezing your thigh a bit as he smiled through the kiss.

You pulled away, catching your breath, "I think the bedroom's comfortable." He chuckled, pulling your other leg up to wrap his waist, "Good idea." He held your arms that were around his neck, "Hold tight."

He got up, causing you to let out a short squeal. He rushed carefully to the bedroom and gently put you down the soft mattress. And leaning down, his lips reattached with yours again.

His hand slipped under your shirt, his warm hand bringing chills all over your body. You pushed him away quickly, him shooting you a confused look while you just laughed, pulling your shirt over your head. He smiled before pecking your lips.

He started trailing soft kisses on your neck until he found your favourite spot, making you moan as he started sucking on it. His kisses went down to your collar while his hand attempts to unclasp your bra which he successfully did, immediately throwing it off. You held on to his hair, tugging it a little when he moved down on your nipple, his other hand playing with the other. "Oh god." You moaned loudly. "Don't start calling on him, baby." He snickered, his hand roaming down to your shorts.

He slipped his hand in, looking at you with a smirk, "Pretty wet, doll." You rolled your eyes playfully, "Whose fault is that?"

"I'd be happy to say it's mine." He quickly pulled your shorts and underwear down, kissing you hungrily while he stimulates your clit. You moaned to his mouth, your hands continuously tugging on his hair.

"Fuck." You cursed when a finger suddenly slipped in, then another, until had three in you, thrusting it in and out while he leaves love bites on your body.

He curled his finger, causing you to arch your back and moan loud, "Should we call it a night?"

"No! Fuck you." You answered in between moans, making him laugh, "A'right, if you say so."

He started moving his fingers faster while his thumb fidgets your clit with just enough aggression as you like, "I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that." You whimpered. He went even faster, if that was possible, his lips attached to yours again.

You pulled away when you felt yourself coming, you couldn't hold it in anymore, a quiet groan escaped your lips as you reached your high, freezing for a split second.

He finally pulled his fingers out, bringing it to his mouth and licking it slow without break eye contact. You sat up, pushing him down to sit back, causing him to hit the headboard and groaning from the pain, "Oops, sorry." You giggled, kissing his head. "What are you doing?" He asked, still rubbing the part of his head that hit the headboard.

"Taking you." You winked, putting your hand on his bludge, startling him a little, "Let's take this off."

He helped you pull his shorts and boxers down, eyeing his member before kneeling between his legs and holding it in your hand. You spread the pre-cum with your thumb from his tip. Leaning closer, you planted a kiss, again, making him jump a bit. You wet your hand with your saliva and spread it on his shaft to make pumping easier. Soft moans escaped his lips when you started pumping him slowly. Your pace quickened after a few pumps and you'd go even faster when he groans.

You brought your mouth closer to his phallus, licking it its side from the bottom up to his tip before finally taking him in your mouth, causing him to let out an obscene sigh.

You started sucking on him, your head moving lower and lower as you took more of him, he placed his hand on your head to guide your pace.

After a few minutes, you pulled your head back, bringing your hand to his shaft to pump him fast, causing him to moan and throw his head back. "Well, don't come now, baby. Save it for later." You teased. He was going to say something but you moved your hand even faster, causing him to groan and curse.

"Babe, can't 'old it." He says, his eyes still closed. You laughed a little, taking him in your mouth again as you waited for him to come which was not long after, you felt his fluid shoot the back of your throat and you made sure to swallow every drop of it.

You finally sat up, lookin at him panting and eyes still closed, trying to recover from the sudden hit of euphoria. "You're not done yet, are you?" You asked. He finally looked at you, "F'course not."

You crawled closer to him and positioned yourself above his lap, a knee on either side of him. He placed his hands on your waist as you held his phallus up to your entrance. You both moaned as you slowly moved down, taking all of him in. After getting used to feeling him in, you started moving up and down, his hands still on both your sides to guide you, it was slow and steady as both of you just tried to feel each other close. Your lips collided, soft kisses replacing the hungry ones you did sooner.

After a while, you sat on his lap, his member still plugged in you, resting a bit when your legs got tired. You leaned your forehead against his, a smile creeping on his lips.

"I love you, y/n." He whispered. You reflected his smile, as you felt the same nervousness as you did the first time he said those words, "I love you, Richie."

He sighed, hugging you close, "You're not done yet, are you?" He asked teasingly, mocking the way you asked the same question a while ago. You giggled, "F'course not."

"Good," He said in a deeper voice before pinning you down the bed without pulling out and taking his shirt off, "Because we're just getting started."

-end-

That's about it. Don't kill me for cutting you short please I'm sorry 😂 You know how it goes.

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Let's be mutuals pleasee!

[cantdwellonanyofit]

I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much - Ch 6.

"I think those words every time I see you. It’s like your allurement invades my chest, spreads out, and fills my veins. Until my blood is replaced by how enamored I am with you. Until it’s the only thing keeping my heart pumping.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Eugene.”

Dedicated to: Stolperzunge; my favourite person on this planet.

The smut is....filthy. Sorry.

Several days passed while Gene and Shelton continued to follow a similar routine. Wake up, breakfast, clean up, listen to the radio, dinner, clean up, bed. It was an easy schedule, and Gene adored it. They hadn’t argued since their last dispute. Gene was determined to keep his promise to Merriell. He’d be better. He had to. Not that Merriell had begun choosing his words with fastidious care, but rather Gene was better at letting things go. Reminding himself there was no malice in Shelton’s words.

Gene was tangled in the bed cover, half awake. The sun had started to peak through the curtains. A beam of light illuminated a spot on the wall through the open doorway. Gene’s leg lay strewn over the left side of the bed, Shelton’s side, but he’d gone hours ago. Shelton had jolted awake, startling Gene. However, his recovery was quick once Gene had asked if he was ok. So, Gene didn’t follow and console him.

Shelton came in carrying a cup of coffee, cigarette dangling from his lips. The beam of light shone on him briefly as he came through the doorway. He was positively angelic. Shelton set the cup down on the bedside table for Gene. He was dressed in his work clothes. Gene blinked several times to get the sleep out of his eyes. Once they focused, he looked Shelton up and down.

“No,” Gene shimmied across the bed until he was lying in Shelton’s usual spot. He then reached for Shelton’s thigh and coaxed him forward until Gene could firmly wrap an arm around his leg.  

Shelton smiled, “I gotta go, mon loup.” Shelton had taken a long drag from his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. Smoke poured out of his mouth as he proceeded to press the knee that wasn’t currently imprisoned by Gene, and both hands, into the mattress to balance himself. He then bent his slender frame in half to press a kiss to Gene’s cheek.

“You’re leaving?” Gene asked, already knowing the answer. Not liking it one bit.

“You wanna keep eatin’?’ Shelton asked. “I gotta go, or I’ll miss the bus. The house is yours. Don’t burn it down.” Shelton, still in the same bent position, kissed Gene’s lips. He subsequently pried Gene’s fingers open and removed his leg from Gene’s grasp. Gene groaned in displeasure. However, rather than stay and console him, Shelton turned to leave. “Drink your coffee.” He ordered over his shoulder, then was gone.

Gene sighed. He moved Shelton’s pillow until it was resting against the headboard, then relaxed his back against it and took a sip of coffee. He felt uneasy with Shelton gone. So, he got up and lazily journeyed outside to sit on the porch steps. He watched the birds and listened to the cars going by as he continued sipping his coffee. It would be another warm day. The sun felt nice on his pale skin. There were only a few days left in September. Gene could hardly believe it. Time was fleeting now that he and Shelton were reunited. He would need to begin writing letters to Sid and his parents, confirming he was alive, before they worried. However, Gene tucked the thought away and returned inside. He washed his cup, then used his restless energy to clean. If Shelton was going to support him financially, the least Gene could do was tidy up the house. He tried to remember the maid’s responsibilities as they cleaned his childhood home. Though, with the house lacking knick-knacks, and with Shelton already being an orderly person, Gene merely swept the floors before his mission was complete.

He climbed the steps, shaved, showered, and dressed. As Gene put on his watch, he realized it was only 1100. He sighed deeply. Gene collected the money Sid had gifted him, grabbed the spare key Shelton left for him, then locked up the house. He walked towards the road and stuck his thumb out. He hoped to catch a ride back to Baton Rouge. It wasn’t long before someone pulled over. Gene bent to look in the car. It was a fellow about Gene’s age. Gene opened the car door.

“You headed into Baton Rouge by chance?” Gene asked.

“Sure am. Hope in.” The man answered. So, Gene did.

Gene fastened his seatbelt. Although hitchhiking was common, Gene never needed to. Sid was always willing to take him wherever he needed to go. So, he wasn’t sure what people did once they were in the car. Gene decided to sit awkwardly and look out the window. The guy glanced over at Gene a few times, started a bit of small talk, but otherwise didn’t disturb him.

Gene requested to be dropped off at the Sears he’d visited previously. The workers would know him by name soon. The man obliged and pulled up next to the store. Gene muttered a thank you, offered to pay, but closed the door after the man declined. Gene entered the store and leisurely browsed. Eventually, he found some novels, grabbed more paper, some more clothes, and then eyed a couple of cookbooks. Perhaps he could cook dinner for Shelton on days he worked. Gene flipped through each page to ensure the instructions were in English, then headed towards the checkout line. Luckily, none of the same workers were on duty. So, he advanced through the line with minimal small talk.

He glanced at his watch, only 1400. He decided he should purchase supplies for one of the easier recipes he’d selected to test his cooking skills. Gene walked until he located a grocery store, swiftly checked the recipe, then headed inside. He bought chicken, curry powder, and green cabbage. He also thought to grab milk, since he didn’t take inventory before he left. Better safe than sorry. By the time he’d left, it was nearly 1600. Gene wasn’t certain what time Shelton would return from work. He worried if Shelton returned to an empty house, he might panic. Especially since Gene hadn’t left a note. He didn’t fancy the idea of commuting on several buses. So, he made his way to the road and stuck his thumb out again. This time the wait was longer, but eventually an elderly man pulled over and smiled at him.

“Any chance you’d take me to Jackson? I live a short distance from town. I could spare money if you’d drop me off directly at the house.” Gene offered.

“Works for me. What’s your name?” the man asked, still smiling.

Gene hesitated. He wasn’t sure why it mattered. “Eugene,” he answered. He didn’t provide his surname.

“Alright, Eugene, buckle up. I’m a hell of a driver.” Gene again hesitated; the man laughed. “I’m only kiddin’.” Gene laughed nervously, but nonetheless slid into the car. He’d survived the war. Surely, he could survive some maniacal driving. Once Shelton got his license, Gene surmised he’d be praying to God every time they left the house. He might as well get used to it.

This man was gregarious. Unfortunately for Gene. They discussed how the world had changed since the war. How things specifically changed in Louisiana. How some people were now more tolerant of Cajuns since they’d operated as translators in France during the fight against Hitler. How, in other ways, things were still the same and people were still prejudiced. Gene wasn’t ecstatic about the topic, but at least it wasn’t regarding the war he’d personally served in. It was also intriguing to consider Shelton’s history through this stranger’s stories. Gene wondered if Shelton had faced discrimination. If that was why he’d never spoken French in Japan. Perhaps he wanted to prevent any prejudice or judgement. Gene wasn’t sure whether Shelton really cared about any of that.

The stranger continued babbling until they’d arrived at Merriell’s house. Gene thanked God. He’d been moments away from rolling out of the car for his own sanity. Gene couldn’t tell if Merriell was home yet, so he hastily grabbed his bags, thanked the man, paid him, then hopped out.

Once Gene reached the door it was still locked. He breathed a sigh of relief. He imagined Merriell could never estimate when he’d be home, since it probably depended on the size of the job. Gene let himself in, then began putting away the groceries. Next, he put the papers on the desk with the other stack, then hauled the books and clothes up to Merriell’s room. He made quick work of filling the dresser and bookshelf, then returned downstairs to start chopping the cabbage. By the time Gene had found a properly sized skillet and lit the flame on the stove, he heard the front door open. The front door faced the kitchen, so he and Merriell instantly made eye contact.

“What the hell did I say about burnin’ down the house?” Merriell slipped off his shoes, set a bag on the kitchen table, then entered the kitchen.

Gene laughed. He grabbed some of the chicken he’d chopped and tossed it in the skillet. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You think burnin’ down my house would be ‘nice for me?’” He kissed the back of Gene’s neck. Gene released a poorly concealed sigh, so Merriell did it again.

Gene swatted at him. “You keep that up, and I will burn the house down.”

Merriell laughed, then tilted his head. He looked confused for a moment before asking, “Where’d the cabbage come from?”

“The store,” Gene answered. Shelton gripped Gene’s sides to tickle him. Gene immediately shifted until he was out of range.

“Fuckin’ smartass. Did I have that in the pantry? I don’t remember buyin’ it.” Shelton was looking around, as if trying to discover other items he couldn’t recall purchasing.

“You didn’t buy it. I did.” Gene responded. Merriell’s head was still tilted. It reminded Gene of Deacon, who would perform the same gesture when asked if he wanted to go for a walk. Gene smiled at the thought.

“How’d you do that?” Merriell asked.

“I hitched a ride.” Gene stirred the chicken.

Merriell gaped at him. “You what?” He asked again.

Gene stopped stirring and turned to face Shelton. “I hitched a ride?” He repeated, his voice rose at the end in question.

Merriell continued to gape at him. They didn’t break eye contact. “You could have just gone with me on the bus this morning.”

“I didn’t realize I was heading into town until I went. No big deal.” Gene resumed stirring.

Shelton moved until he was on the other side of Gene, gaping at him. Gene tried not to laugh. Shelton was observing him as if he were a puzzle. Suddenly, Shelton stilled Gene’s hand, “Let it cook, it won’t burn.” He said, “I—” Shelton shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“Why not? People do it all the time,” Gene answered.

“Not you. Look at you. You got ‘cute and innocent’ written in pen right across ya’ forehead. I just never imagined---You’re full of surprises, boy.”

“I’m capable of an assortment of actions you’ve never imagined, Merriell.” Gene added, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” Shelton’s voice was seductive. He pressed another kiss to the back of Gene’s neck, but this time, Shelton opened his mouth to dart his tongue out.

Gene whimpered, grabbed for the counter. They hadn’t even made out since the afternoon Gene had arrived. He was desperate. Shelton chuckled, then checked several pieces of chicken with a thermometer. Presumably cooked, he went over to the cabbage and threw it in the pan with the chicken.

“No, get out,” Gene playfully pushed Shelton out of the way. “I’m cooking. You just stand there, look pretty, and help me when I’m doing something wrong.” Gene grabbed the curry powder, glanced at the cookbook to ensure he added the right amount, then dumped it in the skillet. As soon as Gene set down the curry powder, Shelton picked it back up and dumped more in. Gene yelled “I said get!” And swatted at Shelton, who laughed and skittered out of Gene’s grasp. Gene stirred everything. Shelton headed out of the room, rubbing Gene’s back on his way past him.

“Gonna get changed. I think you can manage some stirrin’, since you’re suddenly an expert at stirrin’ up trouble.” Shelton smiled at him. Gene returned it.

Gene shut the fire off soon after Shelton headed upstairs. He removed the skillet from the burner and grabbed plates. By the time Shelton returned downstairs, Gene had finished setting the table and was sitting in his usual spot. Gene was thrilled by the notion they already had ‘spots’ at the table, and ‘spots’ in bed. They were adjusting to this new lifestyle much easier than Gene imagined they would. Shelton grabbed Gene’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Thank you, this is nice.”

“I wanted to take care of you. Try to return the favour, for once.” Gene took a bite of food. The heat from the spice assaulted his tongue and he could feel his face turning red. One thing Gene may never adjust to would be the amount of spice Shelton preferred on his food. It was inhuman.

“We already agreed you would pay me in blowjobs. I was fine with that. I don’t pay overtime.” Shelton reminded Gene.

Gene laughed, “I haven’t made good on that promise either. I don’t know how you stand it.”

“Ya’ know, I was gonna bring that up during your end-of-month review. You’re in real danger of replacement, Eugene Sledge.” Shelton’s face was stern.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Gene used his elbow to nudge Shelton. “You’d never replace my skill.”

“Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only experienced your handywork twice. You got some provin’ to do.” Shelton was smiling, eyes downcast as he ate. Gene admired Shelton’s eyelashes, his eyebrows. Eyes sweeping over Shelton’s face. Memorizing every feature and curve. Gene could spend hours looking at him.

They finished eating, and Shelton took their plates into the kitchen. It was Gene’s turn to pester Shelton as he tried to clean up. As soon as Gene entered the room, he dipped a hand in soapy water and rubbed it across Shelton’s face. Shelton turned around so fast Gene startled, which caused him to yelp embarrassingly once Shelton swept Gene’s feet out from under him. Shelton caught Gene with a hand on his back and dipped him, as if they were dancing, until Gene’s back hit the floor. As soon as Gene was flat, Shelton laid flush on top of him, holding himself up on an elbow. A soaking wet hand repeatedly smeared across Gene’s face. Gene was protesting and laughing when Shelton removed his hand and bit into Gene’s exposed neck. Gene’s laughter faded into a groan. Shelton dipped his tongue out into the crook of Gene’s neck. Gene whispered, “Merriell,” and grabbed onto his back. Fingers digging in. Shelton didn’t relent, sucking harder until Gene was sure he’d have a bruise. Gene was panting, face soaking wet, having his neck sucked by Merriell, whose face was also still damp. He assumed they were quite a sight for God to see. Shelton abruptly lifted himself off Gene and returned to the sink.

“You---” Gene took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “You bastard.” Gene wiped his face with his shirt.

“You started it, ma tite boule d’angoisse.” He glanced over at Gene. “I got a present for you,” Shelton added.

“Is that a sex joke?” Gene tried. He’d been wrong the last time, but you never knew with Shelton.

Shelton was laughing openly, “Well, that too, but I got you another present. It’s in the bag on the kitchen table.” Gene had noticed the bag earlier but didn’t think anything of it. Gene smiled sheepishly and got up. He made his way to the kitchen table and opened the bag. He pulled out a pipe. “Oh, yes. Oh, thank the lord,” Gene was saying.

Shelton smiled fondly, “I’m sick of you stealin’ all of mine.” He joked. Shelton finished setting down the last dish. Gene took the tobacco, and cigarettes Shelton must’ve bought for himself, out of the bag.

“Come here,” Gene said.

When Shelton was close enough, Gene kissed him. His hands glided to their preferred spot on Shelton’s neck, fingertips resting in his curls. Shelton deepened their kiss, so Gene slipped his tongue into Shelton’s mouth. Shelton promptly grabbed Gene’s hips and hoisted him upwards until Gene was forced to wrap his legs around Shelton’s slim waist. Gene draped his arms around Shelton’s neck to stabilize them. Shelton then turned, pressed Gene’s back against the wall, and ground his hips. Gene groaned. He was embarrassingly hard already, but he could feel Shelton was in the same predicament. He had no idea how they’d managed to abstain from sex over the past several days. Everything still felt so new. They’d generally focused on adjusting to each other rather than undressing each other. “Set me down, just for a second.” Gene moaned out. Shelton obliged. Once Gene’s feet were planted, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shimmied his pants to his thighs. As Gene was still in the process of lowering his pants, Shelton tugged Gene’s shorts down. Gene laughed at Shelton’s urgency, but then Shelton fell to his knees. Gene nearly fainted. “Hang on. Wait, Merri—”

Shelton’s mouth was on him. Gene sucked air in through his teeth while he eased his fingers through Shelton’s curls, tugging gently. Shelton looked up into Gene’s eyes as he took Gene’s entire length into his mouth. Shelton was so handsome. It was criminal. The angle of Shelton’s jaw was a stark contrast to his slender shoulders. Shelton moaned around Gene. Eyelids fluttering closed as Gene hit the back of his throat, and that was all it took. Gene didn’t even have time to warn Shelton before he was shuddering through his orgasm. Shelton worked Gene through it, then carefully released Gene from his mouth.

“Ta daaa,” Shelton said, smiling. Gene laughed so hard that Shelton joined him.

“Sorry,” Gene tried to catch his breath. “I was looking forward to whatever plans you had for me against that wall.” Gene truly was disappointed he wouldn’t find out.

“Oh well, we have tomorrow.” Shelton said. He got to his feet and turned Gene around then hastily sank to his knees again. “Lift your foot,” Shelton ordered. Gene did as he was told with one foot, and then the other, so Shelton could remove and toss Gene’s pants and shorts aside. Gene briefly wondered how many times he was going to be naked in the front room of the house, when Shelton wasted no time steering Gene until he was bent over the kitchen table. Shelton was already working his own pants open, when Gene shifted so he could look behind him, elbows resting on the table.

“I hope that’s a promise,” Gene’s voice was hoarse. He never knew what Shelton was doing, and it both excited and terrified him. Shelton wasn’t much for talking Gene through his plans.

Shelton yanked both his pants and shorts to his thighs, then held his hand under Gene’s chin. “Spit for me, mon amour.” Gene worked his spit around in his mouth until he had a decent amount, but then paused. “Please, baby,” Shelton added. Gene blushed and spit. Merriell immediately coated himself with it. Then his hand closed over himself. He moved so the tip of his cock was resting against Gene’s opening. He didn’t apply any pressure, but rather just let it rest. Shelton was thrusting into his own hand when he stopped. He moved back enough that the tip of his cock was no longer against Gene’s ass. “Do me a favour?” Shelton sounded intoxicated.

“Anything, Merriell.” Gene meant it. Anything.

“Close your legs for me?” Shelton said. Gene was too confused to initially respond. “Press your thighs together.” Shelton tried to explain. He placed a hand on the outer edge of each of Gene’s thighs until Gene tightly closed them. Merriell held his hand out again, and Gene spit. Merriell coated himself then slid his cock between Gene’s thighs. Gene moaned. He’d have to interrogate Shelton about where he learned everything he used on Gene. Gene laughed at the thought, and Shelton’s head snapped up to look at him. He’d been concentrating on thrusting in and out of Gene’s thighs.  

“Where the fuck do you come up with this stuff?” Gene asked.

Shelton grinned, “Where any good man learns,” he didn’t add any further context. Gene at least felt confident that didn’t mean Shelton had learned it with someone else.

Gene laughed softly, “You’re terrible,” his voice still sounded hoarse. On another thrust, Gene moaned.

Shelton encouraged him, “That’s it, baby. Please? Talk to me?” He sounded so desperate. His breath hitched with every movement. Fingers dug into Gene’s hips. Gene could feel and hear how slick his thighs were. It was driving him crazy. Gene thought it’d be cruel if he didn’t help Shelton finish. Although he felt shy about it, he used his excitement as courage. He leaned to the side, making sure Shelton was looking right at him when he whispered, “Want you to come, Merriell. Want you to cover me with it.” Gene blushed, but it quickly faded when Merriell let out a low, deep, and frantic moan that shot electricity up Gene’s spine. Shelton continued making the same beautiful sound as Gene felt the heat of Shelton’s orgasm hitting his thighs. Gene should’ve been mortified, or perhaps disgusted, but he was unbelievably aroused.

Shelton was rubbing Gene’s back as he finished, “You’re so good for me. So fucking good. So beautiful.” Shelton was whispering. Gene blushed. He was unaccustomed to the amount of praise Shelton was always giving him. “T’es merveilleux. Je t’adore.” Shelton caught his breath and continued whispering praise until his breathing slowed. “Hang on,” He hoisted his pants and shorts back up then headed towards the kitchen. He returned with a wet towel. He cleaned Gene up, kissed his back several times, then left again.

Gene lifted himself off his elbows and went over to fetch his shorts. He’d just finished pulling them up when Shelton returned.

“I liked that,” Gene said to Shelton before Shelton could ask. “Nope. Not liked. I loved that. That was---Jesus christ.”

“Yeah?” Shelton was smiling. The same smile he’d presented to Gene when Gene had told him “Guess I won’t show it to ‘em then,” in Peleliu. Gene favoured that smile. He privately daydreamed about it since the first time he’d seen it. Not at first understanding what it meant when Gene closed his eyes, and that was the first and only image plastered like wallpaper behind his eyelids. When it comforted him more than images of home ever could. That smile held the innocence that Shelton so rarely allowed himself to display or feel. It was Gene’s safety net. It was another present that was only for Gene. If Gene had any artistic capabilities, it’d be his only muse. Every canvas a copy of the last.

“Yeah. If you’d asked me if I wanted to try it, I’d have said you were crazy. So, I’m glad you didn’t ask.” Gene was about to put his pants back on but thought better of it. He moved to grab his pipe and tobacco, then sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and began packing it.

“Does it bother you that I don’t tell you?” Shelton disappeared momentarily to get his cigarettes, then lit one up.

“No, I trust you.” Gene was preoccupied with ensuring he didn’t pack the pipe too tightly, or he wouldn’t be able to inhale. So, he wasn’t looking at Shelton as he spoke. Shelton placed a hand on Gene’s chin, lifted Gene’s head, and kissed him. Once Shelton broke the kiss, he gently rubbed the back of his hand on Gene’s cheek.

“I love you,” Shelton smoothed Gene’s hair back, kissed him on the nose.

“I love you too. Very much.” Gene lit his pipe. It was heavenly. He missed the preoccupation of packing and smoking it. He’d regretted leaving it at home. “Thank you for the gift, babe.” Gene said.

“Which one?” Shelton’s smile was devious.

Gene smiled around his pipe. “All of them.”

Merriell laughed. “You want to put your pants on and come outside? S’nice out.” he added.

“Are the pants a condition, or is that a genuine question I can say no to?” Gene asked. Again, making Shelton laugh. Gene’s heart swelled. He loved seeing Merriell so happy.  

“Do whatever the fuck you want, chouchou. It’s a free country.” Shelton headed towards the kitchen. Gene was momentarily confused until he heard the backdoor open and close. Gene hadn’t even been in the backyard yet, oddly enough. Gene quickly dressed then headed outside. Shelton was straddling the seat of a picnic bench and looking up at the sky. Gene was so in love with him. That’s all he could think about every time he saw Shelton’s face.

“You’re so handsome.” Gene told him, blowing smoke out as the compliment left his lips. “So incredibly handsome. I think those words every time I see you. It’s like your allurement invades my chest, spreads out, and fills my veins. Until my blood is replaced by how enamored I am with you. Until it’s the only thing keeping my heart pumping.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Eugene.” Merriell was smiling at him, “You gonna write poetry about how pretty I am? Send it to the local papers?” Shelton tried to joke about what Gene had said, but his blush was obvious.  

Gene straightened the collar of Shelton’s shirt. “I mean it, you’re beautiful. And I’m so obsessed with you. I’ve never felt this way before, and I won’t make it one second without this feeling.” Shelton’s blush deepened. He took a long drag from his cigarette. He held it. Gene could tell Shelton didn’t know what to say and was stalling. Gene was fine with it. He didn’t need anything in return. If Shelton knew how important he was to Gene, that was all that mattered. Gene saved Shelton from himself, “I need to write to my parents and let them know I’m alive. I don’t know what to say, though.”

Shelton looked a bit relieved. “You could just say that. ‘I’m alive. Love, Gene.’”

Gene laughed, “They have no idea why I chose New Orleans. But Sid knows I was coming here to meet someone. I feel like I need to keep my stories straight.”

“This story is far from straight; I can assure you of that.” Shelton said, smoke poured out of his mouth as he laughed. He stubbed his cigarette out. “Tell them you needed to let your hair down for lady Mardi Gras, and that’s who you were meetin’ up with.”

Gene glared at him, smiling. “Shut up, Merriell. That’s not until February. Help me. I wish I could just tell them the truth. They’re gonna solve the puzzle the second you show up in Mobile with me anyway.”

“I don’t think you should put it in writin’. Even if they suspect later, a suspicion is a lot better than a confession.” Shelton had a point, and Gene knew it. It was dangerous to announce their relationship. Gene wanted to believe his parents would handle it well. That Sid would learn to accept it. If Gene couldn’t guarantee it though, he’d be putting them both at risk. “Maybe just say…Hm, shit, I don’t know. Just say you made it safe. That you found who you were looking for. Leave it at that.”

Gene nodded, “My first letter said just that. The one I ripped up. I guess that’s the best course of action then.”

Shelton nodded, eyeing Gene. “When are you trying to take me to Mobile? I can’t be out of work too long.”

“I don’t know. Thanksgiving?” Gene offered.

“You want to announce to your parents you’re dating a man on Thanksgiving? Do you hate them?” Shelton was looking up at the sky, watching the red and purple hues of the sunset seize the sky.  

Gene laughed, “No, but that gives us a month here to decide if you even still like me. Then I want to take you home. I can’t avoid it forever, and it bothers me. I don’t like the unknown. And this is a huge one. If they don’t accept it, or worse, then we just come back here. And at least then I’ll have my answer. They wouldn’t hurt me, and I’d go ballistic if they tried to hurt you. So, the worst that could happen is they kick me out. I was already gone anyway.”

Shelton sighed deeply. “I just want you to be happy, Eugene. Whatever you wanna to do, do it. I don’t know if this is a good idea. I think it could end badly.” Shelton continued gazing at the sky, avoiding eye contact with Gene. Shelton took another deep breath and slowly released it, “But I love you. Really, really, love you. I’d do anything you asked. I’d give you anything.” Shelton looked physically pained, but rather than feel frustrated or hurt, Gene was touched.

Gene kissed him. Lingered, then finally broke contact. “I love you too. I want to take you to Mobile. I just need answers. I can’t live like this without knowing.”

Shelton nodded his head. He turned, swinging his leg over the seat of the bench, and sat with his back resting against the table. He then tugged Gene down to sit beside him. Shelton wrapped an arm around Gene’s shoulder. “Whatever you want, mon coeur.”

“I just want you,” Gene whispered into the evening air. “I’d offer you this whole fuckin’ world if I could.”

They tried to finish watching the sunset, but they were continuously pulled out of their reverie to smack mosquitos. They eventually made a joke it. Thwacking each other occasionally and saying, “Mosquito,” when there clearly wasn’t one. Once Gene couldn’t stand it any longer, he stood to go back inside. He stretched, and Merriell slapped his ass. “Mosquito,” he explained. Gene laughed, gave a return smack to Shelton’s bicep, then headed inside. Gene strolled to the desk and grabbed his pen and paper. He re-lit his pipe and started writing.

“Dear Mom and dad,

I’m safe.”

Gene considered concluding the letter, as Shelton had joked about earlier. What if the remainder of the white page emanated his secrets? Sending ripples of truth through his parents’ fingertips as they held it. The vacant page was a metaphor for the chunks of himself he gouged out. Would they consequently understand how he held funerals and fashioned gravestones for the love he buried? Just to please the rest of the world. To please them. He reluctantly continued.

“I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. However, if I ever hoped to find peace, I needed to pursue the person I ventured to Louisiana for. I couldn’t stand being in Mobile without them.

I’ve been thinking about you, but I didn’t know what to write. I hoped neither of you took my absence personally. I never meant to worry or hurt either of you. I just needed time to figure myself out. How I’ve changed. What to do with who I’ve become. Though, I think I’ve finally begun to uncover the pieces. I wanted to share this serenity with both of you, and I hoped I could travel home for Thanksgiving. I’d like to bring someone with me if you’d have them.

Love,

Gene”

Gene read the letter several times. He ensured his pronouns and details were vague enough to guarantee his and Shelton’s safety. He worried momentarily about announcing he was in Louisiana, but Sid might’ve already told them. More so, they’d have Merriell’s address from the envelope anyway. Gene hoped confirming his safety would prevent his parents from sending someone to collect him. Although, Gene was sure Sid would protect him, should his parents attempt it.

Merriell had moseyed into the house while Gene was proofreading, so he pushed the letter towards Shelton. As Merriell started reading, Gene grabbed another piece of paper.

“Dear Greaser,

How are you?  I’m safe and sound in Louisiana. I wanted to thank you again for the money, and for coaxing me onto the train. I’m hoping to come home for Thanksgiving, and I’d like to bring someone home with me. Would you—”

“Sounds okay,” Shelton said, setting the letter back down on the table. “I read it a couple times. It’s….it’ll be alright.”

Gene nodded. He was unsure whether he should continue with what he was going to ask Sid to do. But he didn’t know how else he’d reach home otherwise. “Would you pick us up from the station if I receive the okay from my parents?” Gene was sweating just thinking about it. Sid would be expecting this beautiful woman to step off the train. Instead, he’d see a beautiful man. A lovely, scowling, Merriell Shelton. Gene imagined Sid having a heart attack right there at the station. His tombstone would read, “Survived war, died from shock thanks to Eugene Sledge.” Gene wondered if Sid and Shelton would recognize each other from their brief encounter. Gene doubted it.

“Is this okay?” Gene shoved the letter towards Merriell then puffed on his pipe anxiously. Gene watched Merriell’s face as he reached the section about Sid picking them up. Both Shelton’s eyebrows shot skyward. Eyes wide. Shelton looked at Gene.

“Are you serious?” Shelton said. There was no malice in his tone. It was a genuine question.

Gene shrugged. “I trust him. He’s my best friend.” He supplemented.

Shelton didn’t look convinced. He set the letter down on top of the one for Gene’s parents. “I hope you have the most understanding parents and best friend in all of Alabama, mon amour.”

Gene felt a bit queasy. Nevertheless, he’d always known his father and Sid to be understanding. They’d always stood up for him. And his mother could be sympathetic if it benefited her enough. But, if he was being honest, he was least concerned with her approval. He supposed that was an awful thing to say, but it was the truth. Gene chewed on a fingernail, then shoved one letter, and then the other, into their envelopes before he could change his mind.

“I shouldn’t have ripped up the first letters. They were much more discrete than these.” Gene remarked.

“Oh good. Excellent. Glad to hear it.” Shelton said, and Gene laughed heartily.

“I don’t care, Merriell. I don’t fuckin’ care anymore. I’m a fuckin’ adult. I survived the damn war. I can do what I want. And they’ll either accept it or lose me in the process. I don’t think either my father or Sid would risk it.”

Shelton shrugged a shoulder, “I’m not arguin’ with you. Like I said, you do what’s best for that lovely brain of yours. I’ll just follow you around, putting out fires as you need me to. If I got to thrash your father and Sid simultaneously on Thanksgiving, then I will.”

Gene was laughing, “You will not. It won’t come to that.”

“I sure hope not.” Merriell again seemed unconvinced.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Hey, uh, do you take request for any epilogue stuff or just Henry suffering? Because if the former, well, we never got to see Old Sport apologizing to the lost souls, and since now that's his job... could we get that? Sorry to bother ^^' - (copied by me, original from AO3)

(Every kind of request is welcome! That is something I meant to write anyways, but I’m still really scared of it- it’s something very important, that HAS to sit just right. I doubt I will manage, but hey, at least it’s out of my mind after this one. OH AND I JUST REALIZED YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THE “we never saw”- FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE FINALE I knew I forgot SOMETHING, I thought I had it all written down, but I DIDN’T. Urgh, no point in crying over spilled milk I guess, but have my apologies, I know that you especially were looking forward to it ;n; Now I’m lowkey stuck between a rock and a hard place- either I make this into a proper epilogue thing, in which technically shouldn’t be able to apologize- or I go back and make this as a fix-it/rewrite scene from within the action. I think I’ll try to make it an epilogue and bullshit my way into Old Sport being able to apologize. Bear with me)

Forgiveness isn’t something you can work towards as a single person. It wasn’t like they hadn’t known that when they made their way to the first few restaurants, but it still always left a little crack behind in their optimism. Of course, there was nothing they could do about it. Freeing souls was actually a terribly ungrateful job, something that surprised Dave. Sure, Old Sport had warned him beforehand, but still. It stung. Not that Dave wasn’t on some level aware that he’s the one everyone’s anger was targeted at- for good reason, he had created this scenario in the first place- but a selfish part of him despised the kids for not playing along right away. Henry had told him back in the day that he needed to get a grip on his desire for instant satisfaction- and he was right. As much as Dave hated to think about it, he was right. There were things he easily lost patience with. Hell, he had pressured Old Sport far, far more than he should have. A sudden surge of stubbornness settled into his chest. It was FINE, it worked great with Old Sport. He didn’t do anything wrong. He DIDN’T. He’d do it again! … … that wasn’t the right attitude for a man on the road of redemption, but he couldn’t really help it yet. Deep down he hoped the attitude change would come with habit. There was no way he could get around to it on his own. Old Sport was… doing okay, all things considered. Being almost ripped out of your own body, because you resembled your worst enemy more than your former self was pretty- terrifying. So nowadays, he was… quiet. A little car chase always managed to rip him out of his thoughtful moments, returning the grin to the place it rightfully belonged, covering most of the Orange Guy’s face- but it was only moments, minutes, not long enough, not nearly long enough to satisfy him. Or at least calm him. Old Sport knew that too. When he glanced over at his friend- his partner, his lover, all these words that almost seemed to make no sense, they felt like weren’t supposed to be applied to HIM, him the soulless guy shambling from place to place- When he glanced at Dave, he saw the tension radiating off him like a swarm of bees. Even in his smile, it was clear, he wasn’t outright happy, he was- Like a bow, tightly strung, ready to escalate. There was nowhere left where he truly could let out his chaotic desires, as each Freddy’s they walked into was another mission that had to be done perfectly, like clockwork. Cheesy words, little theatrics, the same patterns over and over and over and over and over- It was what had driven Old Sport over the edge the first time. It wouldn’t happen again though. Maybe they should go to Vegas. However, he didn’t really want to let Dave loose anymore. Not now that their actions felt so… intertwined. Whatever Dave did, he felt responsible for, thus he tried to keep him in check. And now… … now he almost felt scared of Dave, from time to time. Now that he was trying to take the lead. It- wasn’t right. No, no. Fear, fear implied HE was the one afraid. This was different. Worry. He was worried for Dave and he worried for the world around him. But that was the price he paid for being moral and wanting things to work out for everyone. It felt a bit dirty, just picking up a morality, not due to experience and inner passion for these things, instead only because morals came as a set. Really, he still wasn’t a whole person. … at least he was working on it. “What’s wrong with ya, Sportsy?” Dave stretched his neck out towards him, drawing a smile out of the Orange Guy. Somehow seeing Dave becoming all- noodly- always brightened his day. “Nothing! Nothing. I was just thinking about the next place… apparently the Freddy’s burned down, but the animatronics are still in the area?” “Is that what the bear told ya?” “Yes. Which means setting up the party and getting them to stumble over it will be more dangerous than usually… we’ll have to lure them there. We miggt have to walk through the town while wearing the suit!” “Sounds like fun!” Slightly Old Sport smiled. This was something Dave still was great at. “… if you say so. You’re the only one who thinks of waltzing around in sweaty suits, while potentially being chased by dog as ‘fun’.” “Yeah, right- I’m just the only one of us who can admit it! That’s ‘cause ya can’t admit to your feelings, Sportsy! It took ya YEARS, DECADES to finally give into your BURNING DESIRE FOR ME-“ “Sh-shut up! Don’t be weird!” His cheeks were reddening as Dave laughed. This was the one way his constantly building up tension melted away. If he didn’t think for a few moments, the world seemed okay. “Welp, either way-“ The Purple Guy continued, pulling the car to the side. “- we’re at the destination. This is the burned down place. Wait- doesn’t burnin’ them usually free ‘em anyways? Ya know. If all stops have to come out?” “True. There are only two souls around, the one inside of Freddy and the one inside of Chica. The rest was freed by the fire.” “So, we’re dealin’ with two REALLY nasty bastard kids?” “You shouldn’t say that. That aside: yes, you’re right on the money.” “Urgh, those are the worst. Can’t we just break them and burn the pieces?” “No.” “I knew you’d say that Old Sport. Yet I’m STILL disappointed.” He sighed, as he parked to the side. Getting suited up as soon as they could, they looked around the forest area, the lights of the town far in the back, but still very much visible. No taking roads, yards were fine, forest first though. “… alright, this will take time.” Old Sport looked over the wrecks. “Good we have plenty of things to set up a little party anyways. Dave?” “Yessir?” “You go out and try to find them while I set up. We can’t really afford wasting too much time, especially if they might be genuinely vengeful.” “Splittin’ up? First mistake in the horror genre, tsk, tsk-“ “Sure, because either of us is at such a risk of ACTUALLY DYING. EVER.” He waved his hand at him. “At least stake the place out. So we know which places are easier to cross while seeking. And how much we roughly have to look over.” “Fiiiiiiine.” Clearly not pleased, but accepting of his role, Dave walked past him- Just to abruptly and grab Old Sport by the mask, pulling him close into a pretend-kiss, which was somehow even more flustering than an actual kiss. “DAVE!” “C’mon, somehow I gotta motivate myself, right?” Happy as can be, he nuzzled his snout against Old Sport’s, before letting go and skipping away. “Be back soon! Don’t cut any cake without me!” When he was gone, Old Sport slowly sighed. “He… won’t hurt anyone.” The suit echoed. ‘He won’t. As long as you won’t.’ Old Sport winced at the familiar voice- it was soft, caring, and so, so sad. “Fredbear-“ ‘The birthday, Old Sport. Birthday first.’ Nodding to himself, defeated, he pulled out the tools from within the car. Candles, banners, lights, plates and hats, a music player… … they were prepared to create a party out of nothing, out of a charred place of dirt, if they had to. Thankfully the walls were at least still mostly preserved. Ashes to ashes. Places like this reminded him of… “… I never apologized, Fredbear.” ‘That is true.’ “They were gone. I knew what Mike did, I just- couldn’t- I couldn’t face the Toys anymore. I didn’t even know their names. Mike knew their names, right?” ‘He did.’ “I can’t ask Mike. I can’t ask him for the names.” The words stumbled out of him. Fredbear tended to join him every time that they were setting up, not in his true form right away, but as a presence within the suit Old Sport had to wear. It was reassuring in some regard- But at the same time, the memories he brought Old Sport were suffocating. ‘You could.’ Old Sport wanted to scream, his busy hands still setting up, regardless of the conversation. “Yes. Yes I could. And I could kill Dave. And I could jump from a high building to try out to fly. And I could adopt twenty cats. And I could hijack a train. And I could- what is there I couldn’t do!? But I don’t want to, because I’m not dumb, I KNOW it’s wrong, I know it’s terrible, I know-“ Shortly he paused to take a breath. “There’s so much I could be, and nothing that I am, but I WANT to be something now. So I can’t.” For a moment it was silent, Fredbear not saying the many things he could have. Yet somehow, it felt as though he could still hear them. Spiteful whispers, stuck in the suit, banished from this place, but remaining as echoes. Nothing ever truly disappeared. He had stained the suit, and the suit had been stained by the one wearing it before him. Blood remained with any object, no matter how well you cleansed it. “… I need to apologize to them.” ‘So you can forget?’ His mind knew that Fredbear would never say something like this with spite, but it still cut him deep. “… so I can… know I did something right.” ‘We never can right our wrongs.’ “Since when did you become so cynical!?” ‘It is not cynical. There just are wrongs we cannot turn back the time on. Well- perhaps the dog could have, he never wanted to however. I have blood on my paws from making you, trusting a creature that never was a human… and I have damned a man to hell. And not even when I should have, only when it was too late.’ Finally, this managed to shut Old Sport up for good. Don’t look so hurt, other people have problems too. Except he didn’t have any problems. No, he was fine. It didn’t keep him awake at night. It didn’t bother him. Just the knowledge that there was something on his checklist to reach a goal he set himself, something that he would never be able to cross off, it irked him. Petty. A hint of sadness took ahold of him. “… how old are you, Fredbear? Or- were you, when you-“ ‘I lived many lives, those that joined me. Many more than I wanted to count. I feel so old, I cannot remember. And everyone I carry with me is so different too.’ “Alright then.” They were busy enough anyhow, trying to make the place look like new, like a place to feel happy at, to play and not to think about anything- Making it up. Celebrating the birthday they never had. Making a lie into a truth, a lure into a genuine gesture. Follow me. Old Sport did it once- now he played the part of Henry in the freeing missions. It was important to follow the old pattern, to overwrite it. Who would be doing the luring? Who would be cutting the cake? What games would they play? Fredbear kept quiet about it until they knew exactly where to go and all other preparations had been done. One thing at a time, he always said. “Fredbear?” Old Sport quietly asked. ‘Yes?’ “… can I- can I apologize to you? In their place I mean. Apologize to you like I would to them- just so- I have it out. And if you think it’s any good, then maybe you can tell them what I said.” ‘… it’s alright. We can do that.’ Understanding warmth- yet it didn’t feel like it was meant for him. He couldn’t accept it. At least this was something he was looking forward to- now he only had to figure out the right words to say. Lost in thought, he didn’t even realize how fast the time passed, until- “OLD SPORT!” Yelping the Orange Guy jumped, thankfully not triggering any springlocks. “DAVE! God- don’t- DO that!” Sheepishly the Purple Guy in the bunny suit tilted his head. “Sorry! Sorry Sportsy, really am, but I have- good news and bad news.” “Bad news?” “Ain’t nothing ya can do here.” Instantly turning more serious, Dave shook his head. “These are mine and mine alone. I guess I was really… passionate about the whole shutting down Freddy’s stuff. I lured them on my own. You can’t even be nearby.” His voice was so different. So much smoother, more clinical. It was nice and yet it wasn’t. Old Sport nodded. “… good news?” Perking up, back to his usual self, he pointed into the woods. “I know where they are! And I know how to lure ‘em, seein’ as they fuckin’ hate each other!” “… so two lost souls hate each other and you see that as a win?” “Yeah! It’ll be great! I can tell ‘em to meet here to fight and then- oh.” He scratched his fake ear. “… actually, now that ya say it, it might be a bit more of a hassle.” His expression turned pleading. “Spoooortsyyyyyy…? Ya always have such good ideas, so…?” “Depends on why they hate each other. Why are they fighting?” The pressure was on! “Uhm. How about you do actually send them here to fight, for one last time. Tell them that you’ll solve the fight once and for all. I think it will be the truth.” “Great!” “But Dave- remember- they might be fighting about who is at fault for their death. You… sure you want to get between that?” “Eh. It’s fine. If they’re upset about that, then it’ll be even easier to get them to calm down. Ain’t nobody’s fault they died but mine!” A hint of envy stung through Old Sport’s chest. “… you… really don’t mind, do you?” “Nah. It’s fine.” Curiously Dave looked at him. “They’ll give me a good beatin’, then they’ll be on their merry way. I dealt with worse pain before!” “That’s… not what I meant.” He said to much, and turning away didn’t help- Within a second, Dave’s hands were on him, as he pulled his orange lover closer, petting over the back of his head, a gesture he could feel even through the layer of metal and fur. “… did Fredbear bully you again? You should take the suit off.” “He never bullied me.” “He’s telling you stuff that upsets you! Over and over again!” Upset Dave scoffed. “Sounds like mistreatment to me! I’m telling you, if he gets too much, we’ll just get rid of him. We’ll figure the saving souls stuff out ourselves!” “I KNOW you would get rid of him.” That was exactly why he didn’t talk about it. “See? You know you can count on me!” For a moment Old Sport remained tense- then he slowly melted into the hug, trying to relax. “… I’m- Fredbear really didn’t do anything. I’m taking the suit off in a bit, when I’m sure he has nothing more to say- but it’s not the problem anyways.” He sighed, to himself. “You shrug it off so easily. I want to do it too. Or- I would want to, if I weren’t-“ It was hard to put it into words with Dave, who never really saw the world how he did. Once more he attempted. “If I’d do the thing I’d do, I would become worse for it. Worse and worse. I would do more bad things. So I’m- worried about messing up. I worry that if I start shrugging it off, I’ll never care in the first place.” It was obvious Dave frowned, even with the mask. “… I- don’t get it. Gotta be honest with you, Sportsy. Why do you think if you don’t make yourself feel a certain way, you’ll feel the exact opposite way? You’re yourself and do what you think feels right. Why would one bad thing lead to another? Unless you wanted to do all these bad things anyways? You don’t have to pretend with me.” “I… guess. But we made a deal. We’re freeing them. What happens after that…” Stumbling over his words Old Sport tried to gather himself. “I want to be someone. Someone better than who I am.” “… but if you want to be someone you deem good, it means you by yourself think that person is good. You, for yourself, have decided you like these traits. So if you want to be someone, then only because you can recognize what’s in them from something that’s within you.” “Dave, you’re scaring me when you’re this serious.” The big, moon-like eyes inside of the suit slimmed down to match a cheeky grin. “Ya can say that Old Sport, and I can dumb myself down for ya! Stop worryin’, dunce, leave all of that to me. I’ll be able to reel ya in if ya ever go off the rails!” Raising an eyebrow, the Orange Guy looked at him. “… you kill people for fun and profit.” “Yeah, but that ain’t a BIG deal, right? I can let ya stay home while I do it.” Playfully Dave responded, before turning away. “You need to have some more faith in me Old Sport… and for now, nothin’ of this matters! Let’s free some souls! Or rather, let ME free some souls, while ya have a nice evening. Watch some stars! Is everything ready for the party?” “All is set up!” “Fantastic, that’s why I love ya, Old Sport!” Instantly flustered, the Old Sport made a movement at him. “Quit saying that at EVERY opportunity!” “What?! Why?! I just say it when it’s true! Like when you laugh, when you make breakfast, when you burn breakfast, when you talk to me on the road, when you-“ “DAVE. EYES ON THE PRICE.” “You’re the only price I-“ “D A V E.” “Fine, fine, be the killjoy. That’s why I lov-“ “GET GOING. THE NIGHT ISN’T FOREVER.” “Sure, sure!” Waving at him and still laughing, Dave made his way down the hill, leaving the bear-suited guy inside of the ruin that was covered in glitter and lights. He had taken off the suit. Stargazing for now. Music came from the ruins of the old Freddy’s, music and light, glimpses of another world. It radiated outside in waves, catching up even the place where he and Fredbear sat. Soon enough he would change his form, leaving to join the two spirits. At least so far there wasn’t any screaming or crying, or fighting- it means whatever Dave had said to them or done with them worked out. Old Sport wished he could have joined them. Maybe he wouldn’t be caught up in all these thoughts still. “… Fredbear? Do you think what Dave said was right?” It was silent for a moment. Then the bear suit shifted a little, seeming more energized in presence of the party. ‘… no. But he is not entirely wrong either. Being good does not come naturally… and neither does being bad.’ Once more, quiet. The stars seemed a little bit closer than usually. “Fredbear. I want… I think I can say my apology now.” Wind breezed through the trees around them, sounding like whisper. Maybe mocking him? But all of a sudden, he felt a deep calm. Maybe mocking. Maybe expecting. No matter what, he would say what he needed to. ‘Go ahead.’ There was no soul to reach into, but his heart was still beating, still working, still doing its jobs. The heart could be wrong and harmful and petty. Perhaps even evil. It was better than nothing however, it was the one thing he had in contrast to Henry. “I… wanted to apologize.” He started. His voice quiet. “… and it won’t be a good apology, because what I want to apologize for isn’t something that… you CAN apologize for. I’ve been trying to find the right words for a while now, but there aren’t any. At least though, I can offer you a why. Why I did what I did. Something so wrong and cruel. I… did it, because it didn’t feel real. And that is abhorrent, I know exactly why, because now it is real, what I did was real, IS real, what I did to five real kids, who had their own lives, that I just TOOK away. It’s not fair, I shouldn’t have been able to do that. It’s insane to think that I could have done so, that the universe let me do it. God, I wish I could do something to make it up for you. That I somehow could replace everything I took. Yet, I can’t. I can’t even ask you what I could offer you. I’d let you borrow my body, wear me like a skinsuit, I’d bring you things that remind you of better times, more peaceful times, something that makes all the hurt go away for a few moments. This apology is one of the few things I can do for you, something I wanted to do for you for a while. I wanted to be there for the party. But I know I shouldn’t have, so I didn’t. … carried around these words and feelings with me for a while. I hope that wherever you are- knowing that I’m paying for what I did, every day a little. There’s justice in this world, even if it looks weird and doesn’t come around right away.” For a moment he paused, staring at the shining stars, that didn’t seem to care. “… I wish… I wish you all have forgotten me already. That would be right. Yes, I hope wherever you are, you don’t even remember the day. I hope you’re having fun and that you are free, that everything is just right, that I’m a nobody now and will stay that way forever- that you only remember those who were kind to you and made your life better. I hope you’re happy and I’m inconsequential. And I will keep paying and giving my best. So that you leave in your wake only good things.” His head hurt. This hasn’t been a good apology- but it was all out there now. He said what felt right to say. He said the things that he wished that they knew, deep down, even if he wasn’t the one saying it to them. Next to him, the real Fredbear stood up, shaking his golden fur, before putting one of his paws onto Old Sport’s shoulder. “THE PARTY NEEDS ME NOW. I WILL GET GOING.” “… yeah. Thank you Fredbear. Bring the kids somewhere nice, will you?” “I WILL.” With that the bear trotted off- Leaving Old Sport to gaze at the stars. At some point, someone sat down beside him. Then someone else. Then another one joined in. And a last. They didn’t forgive him. This was not something you could forgive. But they sat with him until the dawn broke, sun touching the grass, coloring it orange.

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UF!Sans Barista drabble

Drabbles

So I was looking around at some UnderFell headcanons (no, don’t worry, I haven’t stopped writing Bucky, Kurt, or any of my other characters!), and found a list of prompts (I swear I saw it on @grumpy-dino, but I can’t find it there now, and I think the original is from @origamiteacup...?) and this one spoke to me. Aaaand, since I had Fell Sans on my mind at the time... you got this.

Prompt-   “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU. 

Drabble

Sans plopped the finished drink on the pickup station. "next!" He called, trying to adjust his usual near scowl and make his flashing gold fang seem more charming than intimidating. 

It was a bunch of bs if you asked him, but he'd been 'talked to' by his manager enough times about 'looking approachable' that he really had to give it a shot before he got in real trouble. 

Another quick, overly fancy drink later, he was calling for the next customer. 

It was easier to try to look less intimidating this time around, as she was pretty cute, the kind of customer he'd 'accidentally' write his number on the napkin he handed her. 

"an' what can i get started fer you, sweetcheeks?" He asked with a grin. 

"Can I get a grande chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot?" Her eyes never left the phone in her hand. "For Monica, m-o-h-n-i-c-a. Thanks." 

Sans' pleasant expression instantly melted into a disgusted scowl. 

What the fuck had she just ordered? Extra hot- but with ice?! And the sheer rudeness of not even looking at him as she ordered, like she was above him, and whatever stupid clickbait article was more important than him. 

He clenched his sharp teeth together. "can ya run that pas' me again," he asked, this time deciding to memorize her ridiculous order to make it and get her rude ass the hell out of his store. 

She let out a half sigh as she scrolled on her phone. "Grande chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot. It's for Monica, m-o-h-n-i-c-a. Thank you," she repeated, then caught his attention just as he was turning around with, "oh! And a blueberry scone, to go, please." 

Oh, and a scone to go. Please. How very polite of her to say please and thank you, especially after such a ridiculous order. It breathed entitlement. And pissed him off. 

Sans watched her step out of line and sit at a table, still not looking up from her phone as another barista got started with the next customer in line. 

There were a few things he couldn't stand in the world, a few more he'd discovered since the monsters had been freed and made it to the surface, and this little lady may have been adorable to the point of him wondering what she had on under her pressed work clothes, but she was ticking off box after box on the list of things that infuriated him. 

He made her stupid drink, beginning the foam art, but hesitated. He glanced up at her and a mischievous grin spread over his sharp teeth. Fuck worrying about getting fired, he was getting even. He quickly finished the foam art, wrote her name on the cup, tossed a blueberry scone in a bag and set it in the pickup station. 

"monica," he called, watching as she picked them up and returned to her table to set them down, not even touching them, or looking like she was going to actually take them to go. 

He grumbled that he'd have to miss the look on her face, but took solace that he at least knew that he'd done it as he turned back to help the next customer. 

(Y/n) internally sighed again at the stupid requests that were coming in to her message box from her boss. 

'And make sure you don't forget my morning copy of the magazine.' 

'Make sure the guard isn't asleep when you get into the building.'

On and on… And on… 

She looked away from her phone and over to the cup of "coffee" she'd originally been sent out to get. In largish, rounded scrawl, was the name Monika. 

Oh, her boss wouldn't like that. 

"It has an h! There is no k in Monica!" She could imagine her declaring. 

So ridiculous. Especially because her name didn’t actually, legally, have an h in it. But also not worth the twenty minute lecture on how important a name is, and how it's equally important that important names are spelled correctly. 

Biting her lip, (Y/n) decided she'd just ask for another cup to put this one in and write the "correct" spelling with the Sharpie she kept in her purse for this exact reason. She stood and had to turn her head and squint her eyes to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. 

It definitely was. 

(Y/n) stifled her giggle and picked up the cup, heading back to the end of the line, waiting patiently until she got to the front, letting someone in front of her until she got to the same barista that had made the drink. 

His fangy smile looked a bit sinister and his red pupiled eye sockets turned a bit challenging. 

"somethin' wrong wit yer drink, sweetcheeks?" He asked, his low, rough voice smug. 

And sending shivers down her spine. 

"Oh, not at all," she told him, taking in the way his smile slipped. "In fact, I'd like to order it again. However, I think my boss would flip the hell out if she saw a dick in her drink. She'd also freak out if she saw her name spelled wrong."

Sans lifted a brow ridge at her. "boss, huh?" 

She nodded, the small smile still quirking her lips. "Yep. So, I need a," she pulled her phone out and centered the message again, staring at it as she recited, "Grande, chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot. And please, for the love of all that is science, spell Monica with an h so I don't have to hear about it." 

So. She'd had to read him the order, that's why she didn't look up from her phone.

Sans' grin tilted back up flirtatiously. "sorry, sweetheart, i can't remake a drink fer ya if nothin's wrong wit' it, an' ya said yerself nothin' was wrong wit' it."

Ignoring all the impatient people behind her, (Y/n) bit the inside of her lip to hold the smile back as she looked down to adjust the way the foam art was facing before she lifted it and looked up to him, sticking her tongue out and dragging it along the foam to disrupt the art. 

Sans felt his pants and chest get tighter as his smile faltered again. 

"Mm, seems my drink is unsanitary… Remake it for me?" 

Sans ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of his pointed teeth. 

She was turning out to be quite the enticing human. 

"sure thing, sweetness. gotta take that one back, though," he gestured. 

"Please," she handed it to him quickly, making a 'grossed out' face at it. 

When the drink was finished, Sans dropped it off with a napkin that just happened to have a little extra for her, calling, "sweetness." He gave her a grin as she came to pick it up.

"Hey, you missed something," she called to him, holding up a napkin. 

Sans gave her another grin, "nah, didn't forget it." He wanted to give her his number, wanted to talk to her more. 

She flashed the napkin to show her number. "Ya did." She sent a grin his way and turned, heading out before her boss could yell at her more via text message. 

Sans hurried over to get the napkin, picking it up and seeing her phone number written over "Sweetness". 

"Sans, get back to work, come on, man," one of the other baristas called. 

Sans ignored him and let the napkin fall open. His grin stretched wider and a hearty laugh jumped from his mouth. 

Under her number and "Sweetness" was, (Y/n) followed by something that could be some of that fancy curly line stuff he'd seen, except that if you held it back and looked at the whole picture, you could see that it was shaped like a penis. 

He hadn't even had a real conversation with her, but he couldn't see how she could get any more perfect. 

He could feel his soul thumping against his ribs, his grin looking maybe a bit goofy as his cheeks heated with a slightly red glow. "i think 'm in love," he chuckled to himself. 

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The Bet (Rey x Reader High School AU)

Request: First I’m so glad I found your account! You have so many good fics! I love your different Aus so keep up the good work!!! I was wondering if you could do a high school au Rey where the reader has to fake date Poe because she lost a bet but she still sneaks around with Rey  and when they all go to solo residence for dinner he tells Ben and Reys just kisses the reader and is like the bets over she’s mine :). Please don’t feel like you need to do this I know you have a lot of requests! Stay safe :) by anon

Words: 2,031

A/N: Oh boy, if I have fake-dated my friends. This was fun to write, I'm convinced this whole AU is a comedy and this proves it. Hope you like it!

Day 1

You lost the bet. What was exactly the bet? you couldn’t remember but you did remember it happened in Poe’s paty. How many problems was that party going to cause you? First grounded and now this, walking through the school with Poe’s arm over your shoulder just like a couple would.

You watched Poe for a moment as you came closer to your friends already waiting for you in the cafeteria, he had a confident smirk over his lips, he was sure having fun with this even if he also had lost the bet just like you and now both were trapped in the act of dating each other. He noticed your gaze on him and gave you an encouraging wink before you were next to the table.

“Good morning everyone!” he said in a cocky and playful tone.

“Morning” Finn and Rose said enthusiastically.

“Hi” Zorii winked at you.

A smile curled your lips when you saw Rey approaching fastly, some strays of her soft brown hair moving gracefully as she rushed to the table.

“Late again?” you asked her with a big smile as she arrived and greeted you with a hug, you had to fight yourself not to give her a morning kiss and you saw the same struggle on her eyes.

“Yeah, I was fixing some things for Maz and forgot the time.” she chuckled, both stayed frozen for a moment just smiling at each other.

“Hey, Rey” Poe said already sitting next to your friends “You’re being a little too romantic with my girl” Immediately you pulled away from her embrace.

“Yeah, you’re right, Dameron” she said with a smile “Y/N is your girlfriend after all” she said making your friends laugh, especially Finn, he was having a lot of fun with this mostly because Rey and Poe could be a bit competitive sometimes so you knew they both would do their very best to end the week ‘in character’

“Poe, my love” you said making Finn laugh even more.

“Yes, dear?” he said raising his eyebrow as a playful smile danced on his lips.

“Could you move so I can sit with you?” you told him sarcastically. He looked at Rey for a moment that was now sitting on the other side of the small table with Rose, oh no, he had an idea, you knew this boy for most of your life and that face was a sign of trouble.

“Sure, darling” he said as he made space for you and you sat suspicious next to him “Hey, no kiss for your beloved boy?” he asked. Oh, that was it. Your glance traveled to find Rey almost choking with her drink. You rolled your eyes and sighed before you planted a brief kiss on his cheek.

“There, you happy?” you told him

“Delighted”

You looked at Rey again she was shifting a bit uncomfortable on her seat as she took a new sip of blue milk, your gazes met and you rushed to murmur an “I’m sorry” but she only smiled at you winking. This was going to be a really long week.

Day 3

The bell rang after what felt like ages, you finally had a moment of freedom, short but it was better than nothing. So you barely ran out of the classroom making your way through the empty hallway that soon started to get busy with students leaving the classroom. Then you rushed to that special place you haven’t been in a long time with your heart heaving as you looked over your shoulder to make sure nobody was following you, like you used to do months before until you met her face behind the steps of the football stadium, your favorite hiding spot.

“Hi, stranger” Rey said with a big smile. You ran into her arms that pulled you closer to her and without missing a second your lips found her, eager to kiss her, almost desperately as if you hadn’t in a long time.

“You have no idea how hard it is to see you in the hall and not be able to kiss you, Rey” you murmured inches from her lips before she pulled you in a new kiss. Then you pulled away to meet her gaze.

“Believe me, I know” she mumbled. “Up for a walk?” she asked.

“Sure” you giggled taking her hand on yours, you had really missed the way your hand fit perfectly on hers and the feeling of confidence it gave you.

“So we’re hiding again.” Rey chuckled while you walked behind the seats.

“Looks like it” you said looking at the grass beneath your feet “Shit, I don’t even know why I agreed to this stupid bet” you told her. “Sorry”

“No, no, it’s fine” she assured you “It’s kinda fun, it’s like before”

“But I don’t want it to be like before.” you told her. Just then you realized how hard it was to be this way, hiding your love, meeting in secret, this bet reminded you just how much more happier it felt to be out. To hold her whenever you wanted without fear. “I don’t wanna hide, Rey”

She stopped examining your features for a moment, she knew you just enough to tell when something was upsetting you and you were right now. She couldn’t deny she had gotten used to be out and now trying to hide again was painful, like if all you both had worked with hadn’t never happen and were back at the beginning of the long journey of your love. It was torture to see you with someone that wasn’t she, to see you holding Poe’s hands and how much anger caused her to see you kiss him, not mattering how innocent the kiss was.

But there was no reason to start something, she just had to wait a week, control herself a little longer and everything would go back to normal.

“Y/N” she told you “It’s just a stupid bet, not need to overthink about it. We just have to pretend a bit and then we get back our usual life. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re right” you agreed “Maybe I’m just thinking too much” you chuckled. “Sorry about the kiss, by the way”

Rey chuckled and started to walk again with the shadows of the stadium covering you.

“It’s okay” she said “But if he tries to do it again I’m going to kick his sorry ass”

“Oh, no. I am going to kick his ass” you chuckled and Rey laugh echoed through the place.

Day 4

Kylo observed you carefully across the room, noticing Poe’s arm around your body as you chattered happily with your friends in the living room. Your brother had noticed you acting strange during the week, hadn’t really seen you with Rey instead he found you in Dameron’s arms, he was a bit worried something had happened between the girl and you.

“I swear I’ve never seen you that drunk, Rose” you chuckled remembering the big party, you comment made her roll her eyes.

“I wasn’t that drunk!” Rose defended herself.

“Rose, you almost ended up in a fight with a boy” Finn added.

“I don’t need to be drunk to do that” she said “Remember that time I bit Hux? I was absolutely not drunk”

“Point taken” Rey chuckled and the group joined laughing at the good story. You watched Rey sitting in front of you, her soft features relaxed as her contagious laugh sounded like a melody. One day more. One day more and you could get back to normal, back to be with her.

“Y/N, love” Poe told you “Would you mind if I leave you for a moment? Gotta use the bathroom”

“How romantic” you chuckled “Go, Romeo” you told him as he stood up and walked towards the room, but there was a figure waiting for him and caught him as soon as he left your view.

Kylo intersected Poe on his way and pulled him aside with him in the hall, your brother was not happy to see you with Dameron, everyone was better than Poe to him, even Rey that was kind of his enemy he accepted her because Kylo knew she would treat you right but Poe, no he was not going to hurt his little sister.

“The fuck are you doing with Y/N?” growled Kylo slamming Poe against the wall.

“You said it, fuck” Poe answered and it made the range in Kylo grow extremely fast.

“You’re dead, Dameron” the tall man sentenced as his fist moved up and ready to hit right on Poe’s nose.

“No, no, no, no” Poe rushed to said “Okay, I’ll tell you” that was enough to stop Kylo from breaking his nose, however your brother didn’t lowered his fist, he kept it ready in case the words of the guy wouldn’t satisfy him.

“Listen Ren, we lost a bet” Poe explained “It’s a fucking bet man” he added but the taller man’s expressions demanded a bigger explanation. “We lost a bet now we have to fake dating, that’s it”

“So Rey and Y/N…” Kylo started.

“They’re still together, just agreed to act through the week.”

Ben thought for a moment and trusted in the worlds this guys was telling him, it made sense.

“Fine, get out of my sight” he finally said letting him go.

Meanwhile in the living room Rey saw her chance to get closer to you as she took Poe’s place next to you on the big sofa, sitting close to you as a bright smile adorned her lips, carefully you reached for her hand and she held it happily while the conversation between the small group kept normal. Unconsciously you let yourself melt next to your girlfriend, enjoying her closeness and soon your head was slightly rested on her shoulder while both of you enjoyed the jokes Finn was telling.

Poe walked back into the living room ready to tell you that your brother had found out about all the bet, there was no more point in keep the act if someone already knew it was fake.

“Y/N” he said making Rey and you flinch for a moment, only then you realized the way you were resting on Rey.

“Oh, I forgot” you chuckled “Still one day to go”

“Yeah… about that” Poe started, he didn’t exactly know how to tell you what happened with your brother, especially because Poe knew or at least assumed Kylo was watching his every move somewhere hiding in the house.

“Fuck this bet” Rey snapped making everyone silent in the room. She was so done with all the pretending stuff. She looked at you for a moment before she delicately grabbed your face to guide you to her lips. You corresponded her kiss, smiling in between the soft kisses, you had really missed the sensation of showing your love just anytime you wanted.

Well, it was pretty obvious that the bet was over, finally it was over.

“She’s mine” Rey said when she broke the kiss looking directly at Poe “No more stupid bets, understood?”

“Sure” he said letting himself fall next to Finn. “Ren knows, by the way” he said careless.

“Did you tell him?” You asked confused.

“Something like that” Poe sighed “He was absolutely not happy to see me dating you, even if it was just pretending. Clearly prefers to see you with Rey”

You smiled for a moment trying to imagine what had your brother done to your friend to get that information, he sure scared Dameron.

“Man, what did he do to you?” Zorii laughed, she was probably thinking the same you were.

“Wait, I didn’t know he was here” Finn chuckled.

“He literally lives here, genius” Rose told him.

“Yeah, but like he could be outside or something” he answered

You chuckled as they keep talking, it didn’t matter anymore, you only had eye and ears for Rey leaning against you as you ran your fingers through her hair, she smiled to you as she leaned for a quick kiss. It was good to have her finally back.

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[returnn-of-the-mac]

The companions reacting to sole not taking care of themselves not eating sleeping or drinking just doing mission after mission nonstop (and maybe the faction leaders and Haylen?)? Thanks if you do!

Thank you for the request! I loved writing up this one! Please enjoy! 😊

Fo4 Companions React: Sole Neglecting Their Health

Sole had gone weeks without properly eating, drinking, or sleeping. [He/She] had completely dedicated their time to serving the people of the Commonwealth. Despite their fragile state, Sole continued accepting quest after quest in an attempt to make the people happy. After accepting yet another hostage quest, Sole’s companion— who had been silently worrying about their friend’s condition— finally cracked:

Piper: “No more missions for now, Blue. We’re taking a break.” Sole shot an angry look at Piper, who glared back in response. “Open your eyes! take a look at yourself! You aren’t the friendly, witty, hopeful [name] I met in Diamond City anymore. You’re a hollow shell; a mindless zombie who just does mission after mission. I don’t even think you have that genuine passion to help others like you used to.” Sole looked hurt and the reporter sighed. “I’m not trying to be mean, Blue. But trust me when I say you’re falling apart. I can see it. Please, start taking better care of yourself.”

Cait: “Are ye tryin to run yerself into the ground, darlin?” Cait asked. Sole turned around to face their companion, and quickly noticed how concerned the redhead looked. “Day after day ye do this task, and ye do that task, and ye do this favor and that favor and tons of favors,” Cait took a breath, “Seems like all ye do is give, give, give. But you never take for yerself. And ye need that sometimes. Look at ye,” Cait said, scanning Sole from head to toe, “Yer pale as a ghost and bony as a skeleton! Ye look like a corpse. Eat some potato crisps. Eat somethin...anythin! Ye better not die on me, dammit.”

Codsworth: “[Sir/Mum]? Please take a break. You look unwell,” Codsworth stated, floating over to his companion, “I don’t think I’ve seen you look this drained since the first month Shaun was born. The little bugger kept you up all night!” The robot dryly chucked. “In all seriousness, you need to take care of yourself. I’m very concerned about your health...”

Longfellow: “Ever hear that folktale about the sea captain who worked himself to death among his own crew?” Sole shook their head and Longfellow chucked, “Good. Cuz I just made that up and if you’d said ‘yes’ I would’ve caught you in a lie.” He quickly composed himself, “But there is some truth to that, you know. The captain is you and the crew are the people of the Commonwealth. These people are more than capable of taking care of themselves once in a while. They were fine on their own before you came out of the Vault. But from my decades of living, I’ve come to realize that the more you give, the more people are going to take. You can never please everyone, and that’s exactly what’s happening here, lad. It’s time to help yourself now.”

Nick: “You can’t go on like this.” Sole stopped and looked at the obviously concerned detective, “You’re going to work yourself to the grave. You need to have a bite, have a drink, take a darn nap every so often.” Sole blinked and Nick’s tone softened, “I know you’re making tremendous sacrifices for the people— and that’s wonderful— but you can’t be of much assistance if you’re dead.” Nick put a supportive hand on Sole’s shoulder, “Take it from a guy who was on the same boat decades ago. I’ve burnt myself out with cases, and I’ve damn well learned my lesson. Now I’m passing this information onto you so you don’t make the same mistakes I did. You deserve happiness too, you know.”

Hancock: “When are you gonna stop, my friend?” Hancock asked, concerned. Sole looked at him. “Look, I don’t judge and I don’t like tellin people what to do. People deserve the freedom to make their own decisions. I will, however, step in when I see that things start going to shit. And I think you’re in that boat right now with your health.” Sole‘s eyes widened and Hancock gave them a stern look. “I don’t wantcha thinking that I’m some sorta bad guy, because I’m not. I’m just telling you this because it’s damn heart wrenching to watch you destroy yourself like this.” Hancock sighed, “I care about you, [name], and that’s why I’m being such a pain in the ass. Just chill out for a bit, get some food, sleep. You need it.”

Gage: “Er...boss? I think we need to talk.” Gage awkwardly looked around trying to figure out the best way to discuss the topic of his partner’s health. “I think ya need ta stop. Ya...ya look like shit.” Sole glared at their companion and he scratched his head. “What? I’m bein blunt. I ain’t gonna lie. You look like ya haven’t eaten or slept in weeks. Ya need ta start thinkin about yourself more. Your own well-bein is just as important as all those other people’s.”

Preston: “General...I think...I think this settlement can wait. You look exhausted.” Sole looked shocked as their partner looked at the ground. “I hope I’m not working you too hard and I’m so sorry if I am. I can see that you need a break, so please...just take all the time you need to recover. You deserve it.”

Strong: “Strong notice human look weaker than normal,” the supermutant commented, “Why human make self weaker? Supposed to make self stronger!” Sole stared at Strong, genuinely surprised that he’d noticed. “Human need meat. Meat make human strong. Human need sleep too. And milk. Milk make human strong like Strong!”

Curie: “Please!” Curie snapped, on the verge of tears, “Please just stop for a moment and recover! You’re dying, [Monsieur/Madame]! You’re withering away before my eyes!” The synth sniffled and wiped several tears that had begun to stream down her face. “I care very much about you, and it pains me to see you like this. You look so sickly and weak,” Curie continued, “I sincerely apologize if I am being rude, but I just want you to be healthy and happy.”

MacCready: “Uh...hey...” Macready was at a loss for words. Sole looked at him just as he finally gathered his thoughts, “We need to talk.” Sole waited and MacCready sighed. “Look. I get that you’re busy and you want to help people and all that. But when are you going to start taking care you yourself again? You look terrible.” Sole frowned and MacCready frantically tried to recover. “Hold on. Wait, wait, wait. That’s not...exactly...what I meant. What I meant was that you look really...unhealthy. You look like you haven’t had a bite of food or a millisecond of sleep in weeks. I’m really worried.” Sole remained silent and MacCready continued. “I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but you should really just relax for a little bit. It could do you some good. It’s hard to watch you do this to yourself, [name].”

Ada: “[Sir/Ma’am]? Maybe you should rest,” The robot stated, “You look jaded, pale, fatigued, malnourished...all symptoms of overexertion. This state can lead up to something more dangerous.” Sole stared at their companion. “Lethal conditions that can manifest as a result of these preexisting symptoms include but are not limited to: hypoglycemia, heart arrhythmia, seizure, stroke, and cardiac arrest.”

X6-88: “[Sir/Ma’am]? There’a something serious I’d like to discuss with you. Is now a good time?” Sole nodded and X6 reciprocated the gesture. “I’d like to talk to you about your health. Or rather, lack thereof,” the Courser began, “You’re deteriorating rapidly. I think it’s because you’re not allowing yourself adequate time to recuperate after an assignment.” Sole looked at the ground and X6 continued, “You are a valuable asset to the future of the Institute. We can’t afford to lose you. Come back with me and take a week off. Eat, drink, sleep, recover. You deserve it.”

Father: “Some things never change,” Father stated, catching Sole’s attention. “Just like in the old days, you’re still a workaholic and a people-pleaser. Working long hours, neglecting your own needs. When will you learn? The more you give, the more these people will take,” Father explained, “They’re never going to be completely happy. So put yourself first. Come back to the Institute and rest up. It saddens me to see you in this state.”

Deacon: “Hey pal. We need to talk. Seriously,” Deacon stated, sternly. Sole faced him, shocked by his unusually serious demeanor. “I know your busy and stressed and stuff but...for once I can’t lie. You look terrible.” Sole was taken aback, and he continued, “Look, I’m not saying this stuff to be mean. I’m just worried about you. I know you haven’t eaten, drunk, or slept in days. Starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion aren’t exactly easy on the looks. You’ve gotta take better care of yourself.”

Desdemona: “Hey. You need to take a break,” Desdemona stated flatly, “You’re going to burn yourself out at this rate.“ Sole faced the redhead, who promptly lit a cigarette. “I know I’m not one to be preaching about self-care, but I’ve seen countless people work themselves to death.You need to take care of yourself, and you need to do it now.”

Danse: Danse hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. “When you have a moment soldier, I...uh...I’d like to discuss something with you.” Sole stopped in their tracks and looked at their partner. The Paladin shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not my place to talk to you about this but...I’ve been concerned about your health lately, solider,” he continued, “I admire your dedication to helping others. Your allegiance to the people of the Commonwealth is truly commendable. But at some point, you have to put yourself first.” Sole frowned in shame, and Danse furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t want you beating yourself up over this, alright? In the future, just be more mindful of your physical and mental health, soldier.”

Haylen: “Uh...hey. I think it’s about time you take a rest,” Haylen stated, her voice laced with concern, “You’ve been running on empty for the past, what, like three weeks now? Don’t you think it’s time for a break?” Sole shrugged and Haylen rolled her eyes. “Between you, Danse, and Rhys...you’re all so stubborn. Why don’t you take care of yourselves for a change?” She focused her attention back on Sole. “It might be better in the long run for you to...eat and sleep every so often. It’s not healthy to run yourself down like this. You’re going to seriously hurt yourself.”

Maxson: “Hm. I understand you want to help the people of the Commonwealth, but your health seems to be at stake right now,” Maxson commented, “Maybe you should consider food? Or sleep? Maybe water?” Sole stared at Maxson, and the Elder continued, “As valuable of an asset as you are to our team, I am going to have no choice but to put you on temporary leave until you are healthy enough to serve for us. Consider this a warning. Either start taking care of yourself, or you will be barred until you are considered fit for duty again.”