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jeonginsleftcheek · 7 months ago

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Hate your guts (pt 2)

~ bcs tumblr hates me i had to divide this into two parts, here is part 1

pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 26.6k

synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!

warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise

a/n: so... tumblr kept screwing me bcs of the formatting and i'm never writing in google docs again🙃

The next morning as you woke up, you were confused.

There was someone behind you, their arms wrapped around you as their breath kept hitting your neck.

You almost started screaming as you squirmed but the arms tightened around you.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

“Hyunjin! What the hell?” you whined, trying to get out of his grasp.

“I had a nightmare so I came back.” he nuzzled into you and you tried to move away, realizing then that his leg was thrown over you and you were essentially caged.

“How did you get into my room?” you questioned.

“I stole your key when you threw me out.” Hyunjin answered nonchalantly.

“You little criminal.” you frowned, trying to get out of his deadly clutch again.

“Let go, Hyunjin.”

“Mm… no.”

“Hyunjin, I’m warning you.”

You felt his smile against the back of your neck.

“Let me hold you for a little while.” he said.

“You held me against my will since you sneaked back in.” you fought against him.

“Stop squirming!” Hyunjin almost laid down on top of you as you whined.

Thankfully, a knock on the door saved you.

“Let me get the door at least.”

Hyunjin groaned as the knocks persisted before letting you go.

“Fine, you’re free.” he pouted.

You opened the door and Brendon was on the other side.

“Oh, hey B.” you said.

“Hey. Is Hyunjin in there with you? We can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, he’s here.” you confirmed.

“Oh.” Brendon smirked.

“It’s nothing like that!” you felt the need to defend yourself instantly.

“Mhm. Sure. Well, Aiden and I are gonna get some breakfast so you guys can join us if you want.”

“Sure, we’ll be down soon.”

“See ya.” Brendon winked before you closed the door.

You made your way back to your bed and the sight made you melt.

In your rush to get away from Hyunjin and open the door, you didn’t see he brought his teddy bear with him, the plushie friend leaned on the other pillow that was untouched.

Hyunjin was sleeping on your side, hogging your pillow and blanket like there wasn’t enough space, and what’s worse he didn’t have a shirt on and your face became profusely red in a millisecond.

“Hyunjin, wake up, we’re gonna get breakfast with the guys.” you shook him lightly.

He muttered but never moved.

“Hyunjin! Wake up!” you shook him again.

“Stop calling me Hyunjin!” he turned towards you suddenly and you laughed at his cute swollen face and his disheveled hair.

“That’s your name, silly.” you said.

“Give me a nickname. Hyunjin sounds too formal. Unless you’re moaning it.” he smirked and you decided to put use to the other pillow and smack him with it.

“Ow.” he whimpered. “Did you see that teddy? She’s abusing me.”

“Let’s go.” you rolled your eyes as he pouted.

Getting breakfast with Aiden and Brendon proved to be a mistake as they teased you constantly.

“You two finally shacking up, huh?” Aiden smirked.

“We are far from shacking up.” you grimaced and Hyunjin laughed.

“You’ve warmed up to me, admit it.” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned in close to your face.

“Not admitting anything unless a lawyer is present.” you smirked.

“Fine, don’t.” he smirked back.

“Actually, I went to law school shortly so-”

“Brendon, shut the fuck up.” you said as everyone laughed.

“How about we hit the town?” Aiden suggested after breakfast and everyone agreed.

You spent the day sightseeing (and getting stopped by fans occasionally) and Hyunjin insisted on taking as many pictures as he could to capture the happy memories.

By the time you got to your room, it was almost night and you were exhausted.

“Oh, hello there.” you saw Hyunjin’s teddy on your bed, which meant he probably left it to have a reason to come back to your room.

You were expecting him to come in any minute, but as you showered and laid down, it was quiet.

You almost fell asleep, the buzzing of your phone startling you.

asshole<3: hey pretty, are you asleep

you: not anymore, what do you want

asshole<3: put your bathing suit on (or don’t) but i’m taking you to a night swim in the pool

you: no you’re not, i’m going back to sleep.

asshole<3: no we’re going swimming baby. i’m in front of your door

you: why don’t you just come in? breaking and entering seems like your thing.

It was quiet for a moment, before you heard the keycard beeping and the door opening.

“It’s not breaking and entering when I have a key, just so you know.” Hyunjin walked in nonchalantly, throwing his towel over the chair.

“Did you get a spare key for my room?” you sat up in your bed, turning the lamp on.

“Yeah, I told the desk lady you’re my girlfriend. She wouldn’t budge in the beginning but I charmed my way into getting the key.” he smiled smugly as he sat down next to you.

“Of course you did.” you rolled your eyes.

“Aw, were you hugging teddy?” Hyunjin smiled, pointing to his friend who was laid next to you. “I’m so glad you two are getting along.”

“He looked lonely.” you shrugged.

“Don’t I look lonely too?” Hyunjin pouted and you made a disgusted face.

“Please, don’t do that.” you got up as Hyunjin’s eyes followed you.

“Are you gonna put your bathing suit on?”

“Yes, in the bathroom.” you rummaged through your things and Hyunjin chuckled.

“I mean, we can go skinny-dipping too.” he added.

“Yeah right.” you gave him a look before making your way to the bathroom.

The two of you finally made your way to the pool, sneaking around as it was late.

It made you feel like you were a couple of teenagers looking for a place to fuck.

There was something in the air, you felt it as Hyunjin walked close to you, his eyes wandering to you constantly.

When you made it to the pool, both of you stripped without hesitation and Hyunjin’s lips parted as he started eye-fucking you openly.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” you smirked.

“Not if I put my mouth to some better use.” he smirked back and you rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the water.

“Come on, you invited me here, what are you waiting for?” you said and Hyunjin followed you, both of you getting in.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” you hissed and Hyunjin floated closer to you.

“We’ll warm up.” he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle.

“I thought we were swimming.” you craned your neck, trying to look at him.

“We are.” Hyunjin nosed your cheek, before brushing his lips against your skin briefly, his lip ring scratching you pleasantly.

“H-Hyunjin.” you turned around as he released you and his face was unreadable.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing.” he said, a sly smile spreading on his face as he lifted his hand and splashed you.

“Asshole!” you laughed, splashing him back.

“Ooh, I haven’t heard that one in a while.” Hyunjin bit on his lip, playing with his piercing shortly as he got closer again.

You squealed and swam away so he started swimming after you.

“You know I used to compete in swimming? It’s futile trying to escape.” Hyunjin said as he kept coming closer.

You screamed, laughing as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you into him before he cornered you against the edge of the pool.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. You can push me away if you don’t want it and I won’t bother you again.” he started, his hand touching your waist tentatively. “Unless you ask of course.” he smirked. “The point is, if you let me kiss you it’ll be hard for me to control myself.”

“How so?” you smirked, your hand touching his arm, as you ran it up to his shoulder.

“You can’t be that blind, y/n. I’ve always wanted you.” hearing him say that made you shiver in anticipation as your bodies got even closer.

“Oh yeah? Show me.” you teased, brushing your lips against his.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened for a moment as he squeezed your waist before he gave you his famous smirk.

You leaned in and met him in the middle as your lips pressed against each other’s, his lip ring adding a satisfying pressure as he slowly moved his lips against yours.

The tip of his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you let him in as his hands slid down to your lower back.

His tongue moved against yours, his piercing scraping you and adding a spark you never felt before while kissing someone.

Hyunjin knew what he was doing, his kiss was deliberate and erotic, not what you expected of him as he claimed every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

Chills ran up your spine when he pressed his body into yours, your legs wrapping around him automatically.

Hyunjin pushed you into the cold tiles of the pool but you didn’t care when you felt his dick pressing right into your core.

Both of you moaned into the kiss as your nails lightly scraped his shoulders and his fingers came up to the strap of your bathing suit.

He pulled on it, making it unravel as your breasts fell out for him to play with.

“Whoops.” he smirked as he leaned back, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Nipple piercings would look perfect on you.” he said as he grabbed your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples.

“Oh really?” you smirked and he nodded, mirroring your smirk as he pinched your nipples.

You whimpered, grinding against him and he squeezed your breasts, he was grunting as he moved against you, the water splashing around.

He leaned in, one hand on the back of your head as his lips attached to your skin, leaving kisses on your neck before he licked at it, his piercing tickling you a little.

“That feels interesting.” you chuckled as he pressed himself closer to you, his skin against yours, making you feel even hotter.

“What, my piercings?”

“Yeah.”

“They’d be even more interesting if you’d let me eat you out.” he smirked as you traced his pretty tattoos with your fingers.

“What, here?” you chuckled.

“Not here. We can go back to your room.” he bit on his lip as he searched your eyes.

Well fuck it, you thought, you were already this far, your mind still not realizing the fact that you’re making out with Hwang Hyunjin, your number one enemy or so he used to be.

“Sure. In a minute.” you smirked, your hand tangling in his hair as you pulled a little making him hiss and bite on his lip.

You leaned in, wrapping your lips around his adam's apple and Hyunjin whimpered as you sucked on it.

“Mm, baby.” he whined as you swiped your tongue on it before kissing and lightly biting on his neck.

He kept grinding against you and your pussy throbbed for him.

His hands ran down to your ass as he grabbed you and held you in place, grinding faster against you as you kissed the tattoos on his shoulder and arm, your lips then traveling to his collarbone and chest.

“You’re driving me crazy, princess.” he almost growled, gripping your ass and making you moan against his wet skin.

“Am I?” your hand snaked between your bodies, until you found his bulge and gripped it.

“Fuck!” Hyunjin grunted, fucking into your hand immediately but before he could enjoy it further, you decided to tease him and move your hand away.

“We can go now.” you whispered, turned on beyond your mind as Hyunjin clumsily helped you put your bathing suit on.

The two of you quickly grabbed your stuff, still half wet, you made your way to your room as Hyunjin held your hand, both of you giggling like two horny teengers.

As soon as you walked in, Hyunjin tossed his towel carelessly on the floor, grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the door before you could even react.

His thigh slotted between your legs and you whimpered as he flexed his muscle.

“Look at you. Falling apart already and I haven’t even touched your pussy.” he smirked and that feeling of annoyance he always used to give you turned you on in this moment, making you feel even more annoyed that you fell under his charm.

You squirmed but it only resulted in your core grinding against his hard thigh.

“Asshole.” you whined and he tightened the grip on your wrists, pressing his thigh harder into your throbbing core as he started moving it against you.

“I am.” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing you more passionately than before, his lips forceful against yours.

You hated admitting it but you were putty in Hyunjin’s arms and he knew it as he smirked against your lips before pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around yours.

He swallowed every moan as he kept stealing your breath, your pussy dripping with arousal and need.

“Let go of my hands.” you whimpered as he left kisses on your jaw and neck.

“Why?” he smirked against your skin, dragging his tongue on the column of your neck before he sank his teeth into your sensitive spot, right below your ear.

“Ah!” you moaned, jolting into him as he sucked a mark on your skin. “Because I wanna touch you.” you answered his question.

“Hm, should I let you?” he chuckled against your collarbone, brushing his lips there.

“I know you want me to.” you whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek and Hyunjin let out a shaky breath before finally releasing your wrists.

Your hands tangled in his hair instantly as you continued making out desperately, grinding against each other.

Hyunjin’s large hands traveled all over your body, exploring and groping you, his lips and tongue lazily dragging on the outline of your breasts to your stomach as he kneeled before you.

You looked at him through hooded eyes as he grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

“I thought you said you’d only kneel for me once.” you smirked and he smirked back at you.

“Guess I was wrong.” he said before mouthing at your thigh, licking and biting, driving you crazy as he came closer to your core.

Hyunjin grabbed the straps of your bathing suit, undoing them quickly and leaving you bare.

“Fuck, such a pretty pussy.” he groaned, pushing his face into your core immediately.

“Ah!” you jolted when he licked a long stripe on your pussy, his piercing catching onto your clit deliciously.

“Tastes sweet too.” he smirked at you as you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He spread you apart with his fingers, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking on it.

“Oh god.” you groaned, banging your head against the door as he slurped on your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as he swiped his tongue over your clit repeatedly, making sure that his piercing gives you stimulation too.

You were holding back for some reason and Hyunjin seemed to sense it as he pulled back and looked up at you.

“Pull on my hair as much as you need to, sweetheart. You can pull, scratch, bite, I love it.” he smirked. “You can even slap me again if you’d like.”

You gripped his hair harshly, making him whimper as you brought his face closer to your core again.

“Keep going.” you said and Hyunjin listened immediately, his tongue diving between your folds to slurp up your juices.

The sounds his mouth was creating as he kept making out with your wet pussy were downright sinful and you were so lost in it, your head thrown back as you shook and kept pulling on his hair that you didn’t even notice Hyunjin had pulled his swim trunks down, his hand wrapped around his dripping cock as he stroked himself.

Hyunjin was loud and sloppy, constantly moaning into you like he was enjoying this even more than you did.

Your juices mixed with his saliva dripped down his chin while he kept eating you out like a man starved, like your pussy is the best meal he’s ever had.

“I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered, grinding against his face, his nose pressing perfectly into your clit.

“Cum in my mouth baby, please!” Hyunjin whined and you shook as your orgasm washed over you, spilling on his tongue and chin.

“Mm.” he moaned and licked you up.

“Bed. Now.” he stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and it took you a moment to realize he was completely naked.

“Oh.” you stared at his dick, salivating at the thought of having him inside you, he was so long and pretty, curved just a little, his tip red and dripping with pre cum.

He was perfect, and you needed him in any way you could get him.

“Princess.” Hyunjin chuckled at your obvious drooling.

He was growing impatient so he scooped you up before you could protest, getting rid of your bra in the process.

“I need to have you right now.” he rasped, throwing you on the bed and quickly turning you on all fours as he climbed over you and pressed you into the mattress.

You whimpered pathetically as he held you down with one hand to your back, your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing, waiting to be filled up to the brim.

“Oh. Teddy.” Hyunjin noticed his friend still chilling on your bed. “This is not for your eyes.” he grabbed the bear and stood up, putting it in the chair and turning him around.

“Sorry, son.” he added as you stared up at him from the bed and chuckled.

“He can still hear us, you know.” you said as Hyunjin climbed back up on top of you.

“Mm, I hope everyone does. Don’t want you holdin’ back. I want you to be as loud as you can.” Hyunjin smirked above you, lifting your middle up and snaking his hand around to play with your sensitive clit.

“Yeah? Then fuck me as hard as you can, Hyunjin.” you moaned, pushing back into him, trying to get him closer.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for.”

You felt the tip of his cock prodding at you and you gasped as he slowly pushed in, the tip breaching your entrance and spreading you to take him.

“Oh my god, fuck!” you moaned as he gripped your hips and kept stretching you, pushing more and more in until he bottomed out, his cock finding a warm home inside your clenching pussy.

“You’re so tight, baby.” his eyes rolled back as he pulled out to the tip, then pushed back into you harshly, making you whimper loudly as you fisted the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah.” he moaned as he started fucking you with a semi-fast pace immediately, his hand coming up to push your face into the mattress.

“Fuck yeah, take it. Take it like a good slut.” Hyunjin groaned as you whimpered and gasped while he rocked his hips into you hard.

“H-Hyunjin, ah!” you whimpered when his tip hit the spot and he angled his hips to keep hitting into it hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling up the room together with the sounds your pussy was making while he kept stuffing you with his cock.

You couldn’t even hold on and you collapsed down as Hyunjin kept fucking you harshly into the mattress, pulling on your hair and giving you a few harsh spanks that made your ass red instantly.

You kept babbling nonsense as he fucked you like a mad man, gripping your breasts or your waist, his hands couldn’t decide where to stay ‘cause he wanted all of you.

Your orgasm shook your whole body, from your head to your toes as you creamed around his throbbing cock for what seemed like the longest time, your pleasure kept prolonging as he brushed against your spot constantly.

Hyunjin smacked your ass again, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as you whimpered.

“Fuck, she’s trying to milk me, isn’t she? You want that, baby? You want my cum?”

“Y-yes, I want it!” you whined.

“Yeah? Do you really want it?” Hyunjin smirked, teasing you, the annoying bastard.

“Yes I do!” you moaned as he kept his pace, the weight of his body pressing you down as his breath hit your cheek.

“Beg for it, darling.” he whispered in your ear and you groaned in annoyance, your fingers digging into the bed.

You bit on your lip, trying to disobey him as much as you could and he chuckled darkly, grabbing your hands and pinning your wrists on your lower back.

“You don’t like the way the tables have turned, hm? I don’t hear you begging. Do you want me to stop?” Hyunjin slowed down, his free hand traveling down your thigh and then back up towards your waist, making you shiver.

“P-please…” you whimpered quietly, losing your mind and dignity.

“Please what, princess?”

“P-please… Cum inside me, Hyunjin.” you moaned and he chuckled again, picking up speed as he released your hands only to grip your hips.

You were almost screaming from the strength he was fucking you with, his hips stuttering as he dug his nails into your flesh.

“Louder baby, louder.” he groaned, you could feel droplets of his sweat falling down and hitting your back.

You moaned louder and you were sure people could hear you outside but you didn’t care as you came around his length again, moments later Hyunjin finally exploded inside you, filling you up with his warm cum.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whimpered as he shook above you, pulling out as his arms wrapped around you.

He held you for a few quiet minutes while both of you were trying to catch your breath and calm down.

He left little kisses on your shoulder as your brain became less foggy and the reality of what happened between you settled in, making your heart skip a beat and then continue to beat fast.

Hyunjin finally rolled over and got up and you laid still, feeling a little embarrassed and self-conscious.

You remembered swearing to yourself once that you’d never sleep with him or have any kind of relationship with someone who seemingly never takes any of those things seriously but here you were.

At least you could admit to yourself that he was the best fuck you ever had.

Hyunjin came back with a warm wet cloth and a water bottle.

“Let me clean you up.” he said and you looked up at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” you answered dismissively and Hyunjin raised his eyebrow.

“Drink some water.” he said as you sat up.

God, he was more beautiful than ever.

His hair disheveled, his body sweaty and on display for you, a loopy smile on his face as he sat there naked, vulnerable, yours.

“You wanna shower together?” he asked as you put the bottle down.

“You know this changes everything between us?” you ignored his question and his smile fell.

“Of course I do.” he touched your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.

His lips were addicting and you couldn’t push him away.

“Now let’s get in that shower.”

“Hyunjin. Y/n. Come to my room this instant.” Anthony sounded furious when he called you, just as you were eating some breakfast you had ordered after the shower.

“Can we at least finish eating?” Hyunjin whined with his mouth full, his lips pouty.

“Now!” Anthony yelled, making Hyunjin jolt as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Y’all are in big trouble!” you heard Aiden yell in the background.

“We’ll be right there.” you said and Anthony hung up.

“Wow, he sounds really mad.” Hyunjin frowned.

“Let’s go find out what we did.”

Anthony’s room wasn’t too far from yours and you were there in a matter of minutes.

“You two!” Anthony looked like he was fuming, smoke coming out of his ears, his face bright red as his chest rose up and down deeply.

Ana stood behind him like an angry mother, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot.

Aiden and Brendon were sitting on the bed, looking sulky.

“What is going on?” you asked.

“Have you two lost your fucking mind?!” Anthony seethed.

“What did we do?!” Hyunjin’s tone got defensive immediately.

“They didn’t even look at social media.” Ana shook her head.

“This is what you did!” Anthony gave you his phone and you gasped when you saw it.

Someone was on the balcony above the hotel pool last night, taking pictures of you and Hyunjin.

There were hundreds of articles, even a video circling the net where the two of you were going at it, making out passionately and touching each other.

The only lucky thing was that the guy didn’t manage to get any audio.

You quickly grabbed your phone and saw that you had millions of tags on the pics and comments people left on your posts.

Most of them were hate comments directed towards you, calling you a whore and lots of other endearing names, others were of horny people saying that Hyunjin was a lucky bastard getting to fuck someone like you.

They were all demeaning comments, even the ones that seemed to be on ‘your side’.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you started panicking.

Hyunjin looked furious.

“Who is this guy? Is he still in the hotel? ‘Cause if he is, my friends here,” he lifted his fists. “,will come pay him a nice fucking visit.”

“There’s no point, Hyunjin. It’s already done. This could damage the band, it’s practically a sex tape.” Ana said.

“I don’t feel so good.” you quickly sat down on the sofa and Hyunjin was on your side immediately.

“Fuck, this is my fault!” he said frustratingly. “I made you come to the pool with me. I should’ve never done that.”

“You couldn’t predict this Jinnie, it’s not your fault. At least your shoulders were covering up my tits.” you shrugged, swallowing your tears.

Hyunjin smiled at you as you looked up at him.

“Something funny?” you asked.

“No, you just called me Jinnie.” he swooned, his arm wrapping around you.

“Ew, get a room.” Brendon acted like he was throwing up.

“Shut up.” Hyunjin warned his bandmate before looking back at you.

“I knew I’d get under your skin one day.” he whispered in your ear, smirking as he nosed your cheek before pressing a kiss to it.

“Yeah, yeah. That really ended up biting me in the ass.” you rolled your eyes, shivering a little.

“Okay, do that later. We need to figure out what to do about this!” Anthony said.

“Nothing.” Hyunjin shrugged. “I don’t care about it. They didn’t see anything they shouldn’t have. In those pics and videos you can only see my back and the side of y/n’s face. Nothing I’m worried about. I don’t care if they know about us getting together. They’d find out eventually anyways. I’m just glad they didn’t see what’s for my eyes only.” he smirked at you and you smacked his arm annoyingly.

“Is it now?”

“Yes, it is.” he nodded.

“What do you think, y/n?” Ana asked.

“I agree with Hyunjin to an extent. Lots of celebs had scandals like this and nothing happened to them. I mean, we can still continue with our tour normally, right?”

“Well, we have to. The next show is in 6 hours.” Anthony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just don’t do this shit again. I will deal with the guy who took these and everything else. The four of you just focus on the show tonight and no more fucking in public places.”

“Is that a challenge?” Hyunjin smirked and you smacked him again.

“Ow!” he whined and you rolled your eyes.

You were still trying to process that all your fans have seen you kissing Hyunjin.

It was almost time for the show and Hyunjin insisted on getting ready in your room, dragging his luggage there.

Ever since last night, you couldn’t pry him off of you.

Currently, he was sitting on your bed shirtless, all of his makeup and skincare products thrown haphazardly in front of him as he rummaged through them.

You quickly grabbed your phone, taking a few pics of his cute pouty thinking face as he sifted through his eyeshadows.

You pressed play on your phone, now filming a video.

You zoomed in on his face and snorted.

“Here we can see the last brain cell of Hwang Hyunjin trying to plan out a suitable makeup look for the show tonight.” you said and he looked up, his face breaking into a smile.

“And here we can witness the last brain cell of y/n l/n focusing so hard on me.” he said into the camera, puffing his chest out.

“Riiiiight.” you zoomed in on his nipples.

“Are you filming my tits?” he asked, chuckling.

“Maybe.” you smirked at him.

“And I’m the deviant one. Can you believe this teddy?” he looked at his plush friend who was chilling on the bed next to him.

You turned the camera to the bear as Hyunjin grabbed its head and shook it left and right in disapproval.

You turned it off with a giggle, putting your phone aside as you stood up and made your way towards the bed.

Hyunjin looked up at you as you neared him.

You sat behind him, your hands on his back instantly.

“What are you thinking of doing?” you asked, lips pressing into his flower tattoos.

“I’m thinking you’re gonna make me hard again if you keep touching me.” he looked back at you.

“Are you that easy?” you smirked as you kept kissing him tentatively, your hands on his waist, caressing him.

“For you, definitely.” he said, grabbing a small eyeshadow palette.

“Good to know.” you smirked as you kept kissing him, your hands roaming on his abs.

“Do you think I should get a belly button piercing?” he asked as you touched him, your fingers dipping down to his happy trail as you played with it, making him shiver.

“Why not? It would look sexy on you.” you answered, moving his hair to the side so you could attach your lips to his neck.

“You really want to distract me, huh?” he let out a breath, trying to get his smoky eye look right while you teased him.

“Mhm.” you kept kissing, licking and biting on him while he put his makeup on.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, jolting as your hand snaked down to palm his growing bulge.

“I almost poked my eye out!” he whined, but still leaned into you.

“Shh. Concentrate.” you smirked against his skin, your hand traveling into his pants as you gripped him.

“Naughty girl.” he smirked, looking at your lustful expression in the mirror he held up while finishing up his look.

“Oh yes.” you grinned, taking his cock out and stroking him.

“Y/n.” Hyunjin whined. “W-what do you think?” he turned a little, showing you his finished look as you played with his slit.

“Pretty.” you smirked, your other hand caressing his thigh before you grabbed his balls unexpectedly.

“Ah!” he moaned, leaning back into you as he tossed the eyeshadow palette aside.

You sped up and Hyunjin gave in so easily that you were impressed, he was completely putty in your embrace, letting you have your way with him.

“Wait! Turn my son around, please.” he said and you chuckled, squeezing him and earning a groan from him.

“He can’t see anyways. My back is turned towards him.” you looked back at the teddy as your hand traveled up to Hyunjin’s nipples, playing with them as you continued stroking him.

“O-okay.” he moaned, lifting up and fucking into your hand.

“You like it, hm?” you nibbled on his ear as he thrashed against you.

“Y-yeah. Don’t stop, oh my god!” he grunted, gripping at your thighs as you pressed into his back, your legs wrapped around him, your hand skillfully playing with his throbbing cock.

“You wanna cum, Jinnie?” you giggled.

“Yes, please.”

“You’re cute when you beg.” you bit on his neck.

“Shut up!” he groaned but continued fucking up into your hand, desperately chasing his high.

You laughed, licking at the new bruise you created on his neck as you doubled your efforts.

Hyunjin mewled, his legs trembling as you jerked him off fast, flicking your wrist.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he dug his nails into your thighs, his length twitching in your hold, as he spilled all over your hand and his stomach.

You chuckled, kissing his cheek and jawline.

“That was unexpected and hot.” he looked back at you and you shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises like that.” smirking, you got up.

“Well get dressed, we’re on in less than an hour.” you said smugly, enjoying the way you had Hyunjin literally in the palm of your hand.

“Already?! Fuck!” he got up, running to the bathroom looking silly and almost tripping over his sweatpants as you laughed at him.

“Laugh now, until I get back at you, darling!” he yelled out.

“Can’t wait!” you shook your head with a smile, packing the rest of your stuff.

Everyone gathered at the bus, the roadies helping with putting your stuff back in as they had already unloaded everything needed for the venue.

Hyunjin grabbed your wrist, scaring you for a moment as you were looking at your phone.

“What?” you looked up at him, seeing his mischievous expression.

“Come here for a sec.” he led you away, tucking both of you behind the parked bus.

“Wha-” he stopped you as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into him, wrapping your hands around his waist, bringing him closer as your bodies pressed together.

“Our good luck kiss.” he said when you parted.

“Sure.” you giggled, kissing him once again. “Let’s go before they get mad at us.” you added.

“Just so you know…” his hand traveled down as he cupped your pussy through your pants, making you gasp in shock as you gripped at his shoulders.

“I will have my way with you later.” he smirked, kissing your forehead like he wasn’t saying nasty shit to you.

“If I let you.” you pushed him a little but he just chuckled.

“Oh, you’ll be begging for it, sweetheart.”

The show was fun and crazy like always, the fans that were there didn’t seem to care about the ‘sex tape’ scandal, everyone was enjoying the performance.

Hyunjin was even more energetic than usual, jumping up and down, dancing, screaming and doing all sorts of crazy shit.

He made a point of looking back at you multiple times with the biggest smile on his face.

In the middle of the performance, Hyunjin took his tanktop off as it was clinging to his sweaty body and getting in the way, so he tossed it into the audience and people almost beat each other up to grab it.

You smirked to yourself, they may have his sweaty shirt but you had all of him last night.

Hyunjin flirted with the fans of course, this time coming down closer to them and letting them touch him.

You would lie if you said it didn’t make you mad, you were realizing it just then; you wanted Hyunjin all to yourself.

Your mind managed to spiral even on stage while you played the familiar grooves automatically, and flashes of Hyunjin with different girls ran through your mind.

What if this was just a fling?

What if he didn’t look at this seriously?

You didn’t want to fall for him but in your mind you knew it was already too late.

You hoped he wasn’t just using you because having your heart broken for what feels like the hundredth time in your life isn’t something you’d want to go through again.

Especially not with him.

When the show ended and you ran backstage, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you around as you squealed.

“Put me down, I’m gonna puke!” you whined, feeling dizzy.

He put you down before crashing his lips against yours.

“I want you so bad right now.” he muttered against your lips as you touched his chest.

“You should wash off the fans’ handprints first.” you pushed him and he chuckled.

“Aw, are you jealous?” he grinned.

“No, you’re just gross.”

“Liar. You’re so jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m all yours.” he smirked.

“Sure.” you said and Hyunjin frowned, pursing his lips.

“Let’s go party, assholes!” Aiden appeared, all giddy from the show, stopping Hyunjin mid-thought.

“Yeah, and put on a shirt, Hwang!” Brendon winked with a smirk.

You were dragged to an exclusive afterparty without your consent but you were thirsty anyways so you ordered a beer.

During the evening as you mingled, you lost sight of Hyunjin.

“Where’s Hyunjin?” you asked Aiden as he joined you at the bar.

“Beats me.” he shrugged.

You were about to look for him when he walked in, stumbling as some random girl held onto his wrists.

“What the hell?” you muttered, anger overtaking you instantly.

She was all over him, and you noticed he was trying to push her away but was too drunk.

You made your way towards them when suddenly she slapped him across the face and you gasped, boiling with anger.

“Hey, bitch.” you said as you stood next to Hyunjin and her eyes widened when she saw you.

“Y/n! You’re here!” Hyunjin clung onto you immediately, his face dazed.

You ignored him as you lifted your hand up, dealing a strong slap to the girl’s face.

She gasped, holding onto her cheek as she almost tripped over her feet.

“Touch him again and I’ll break your fake nose.”

“Woah!” Hyunjin stumbled as he held onto your arm. “She’s serious, I wouldn’t mess with her.” he said to the girl who quickly scrambled away.

“Baby. You defended me.” he pouted at you, trying to kiss you.

“Oh my god, Hyunjin. You’re shitfaced. Come on, we’re leaving, you need some air.” you led him out, quickly telling Aiden you’ll be by the bus.

“Why did she even slap you?”

“I might’ve called her a whore?” he grimaced. “She tried to kiss me and I said no! I have a girlfriend! I meant you.”

“Yes, I understand Hyunjin.” you shook your head, your face heating up.

“That was so hot how you slapped her.” Hyunjin nuzzled into you as he hugged you from the back while you were trying to unlock the bus door so you could find a water bottle for him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. My cheek hurts though. Will you kiss it better?” he asked, burying his face into your hair.

“Sure. As soon as you sober up a little.” you said, finally opening the door as the two of you climbed in.

“You know what else hurts?” Hyunjin smirked, leaning on the table and almost falling down.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

“My dick.” he grinned.

“Just shut up and drink some water.” you shoved the water in his hand as he giggled.

You were annoyed, wondering if you were overthinking things and Hyunjin acting all nonchalant made you feel even more angry.

That kind of attitude he always had bugged you, it seemed as if he took everything in stride, as if he wasn’t afraid of losing anything, as if he took nothing seriously, like nothing mattered to him other than himself.

“What’s wrong?” he pouted, trying to hug you.

And you hated how he could read you like a book.

“Nothing. We’ll talk when you’re sober.” you said, folding your arms on your chest.

“Are you mad at me?” he swallowed.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged.

“You don’t know?” he tilted his head as you avoided his eyes.

“I’m mad at myself.”

“Why?”

“Because… Just because.” you shook your head. “I don’t wanna get into it.”

“Is it because of the girl?” he looked at you confusedly.

“No Hyunjin, it’s because of all the girls. The way you act like it means nothing to you so whatever this is between us probably doesn’t matter to you either. You only look to satisfy yourself, not caring about hurting someone else’s feelings. And frankly, I can’t deal with that. I can’t believe I’m saying this to you but I want something real, I don’t want to be used for your pleasure and then thrown away like I was just one of your little groupies.” you couldn’t stop talking, a weight lifting off of your chest.

“Is that all you think of me? That I’m so shallow and conceited?” he asked, seemingly sobered up all of a sudden.

“I’ve never seen proof of the opposite.”

“Fuck then let me prove it to you! Of course I care about your feelings, y/n and I never looked at you as one of those groupies. I don’t need anyone but you and this means everything to me.” he shook his head.

“What?” you were in disbelief, Hyunjin had never sounded so serious before.

“There you are.” Ana came in, followed by the rest of the gang, and you leaned away from Hyunjin.

“I’m gonna go shower.” you used the situation to slip away.

Your thoughts were racing as you stood under the warm water.

Was he telling the truth?

You went through a rollercoaster of emotions, too exhausted to think after the whole day.

You laid in your bunk as everyone settled in to sleep after showering and eating some dinner.

It didn’t take long for Hyunjin to climb up.

“Hey.” he whispered as you sat, expecting him to show up.

“Hey.” you said and he smiled.

“So, are you gonna give me a chance?” he bit on his lip, playing with his lip ring nervously.

You sighed, studying his expression.

He looked sincere, scared even, his eyes becoming big as he pleaded.

“Okay.” you said and he chuckled.

“Yes!” he exclaimed.

“Shh. You’ll wake everyone up. And don’t fucking waste this chance, Hyunjin. Because it’s the only one you’ll get.” you warned him as he crawled closer to you.

“I promise I’ll make the best of it.” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You didn’t even realize how much you missed his kisses, when it has been hours since you last felt his sweet lips on yours.

“Remember what I said earlier?” he smirked, lowering his voice as his hands massaged your thighs.

“Mm?” you mirrored his smirk, pretending to be clueless.

“I’m gonna have my way with you now.” he grabbed you, pulling you to lay under him as you gasped in surprise.

Hyunjin’s fingers trailed up your thigh with feather-like touches up your already dripping pussy.

He ran his fingertips over your clothed folds, drawing a deep breath from you.

“I took off my rings.” he whispered, wiggling his fingers.

“I can see that.” you whispered back as he found your clit, pressing into it and touching you teasingly, slowly.

He kept smirking at you smugly as he hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down with your panties, noticing you wore lacy ones under your pjs.

“Cute panties. Shame they came off too soon.” he giggled as you lightly slapped his arm, your face becoming red in embarrassment.

“I’m keeping them.” he said, putting them aside as you rolled your eyes with a smirk.

Hyunjin leaned over you, his face inches away from you as his lips hovered over yours.

“You have to be a good girl and keep quiet. Can you do that, princess?” he said, his fingers back on your clit as he started massaging it in circles, making you arch your back towards him.

“Y-yeah.” you whispered, your eyes fluttering.

“If you make a sound, I will stop.” Hyunjin gave you that famous shit eating grin.

“No, I’ll be quiet!” you whispered.

“Good. Now shut up, darling.” he said with a smirk, his fingers teasing your folds.

You bit on your lip as he teased you, playing with your clit as he pinched it occasionally, almost making you moan.

He was enjoying how wet you were getting as he concentrated on your sensitive nub, his other hand traveling beneath your shirt to play with your breasts.

“You look so cute like this.” he said and you wanted to slap him for the condescending tone he used, but at the same time your pussy clenched, a gush of arousal dripping out of you.

“You know why?” he added as he observed you, his fingers dipping between your wet folds as he teased you.

You shook your head no.

“Because only I get to see you like this. Only I get to unravel you, sweetheart.” he looked at you lustfully as he slowly pushed his fingers in, making you gasp as your legs trembled for a moment.

Your pussy sucked two of his fingers right in as he chuckled under his breath.

“You take me so well.” he bit on his lip as he slowly moved his fingers, massaging your inner walls.

“Ngh.” you moaned, pushing up into his hand, begging for more, deeper, faster.

“Sweet girl.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your jawline and neck.

You melted, your legs opening up completely for him as he fucked into you a bit faster, curling his fingers to find that spot.

“Look at you.” he pinched your nipple and you swallowed a moan. “So giving.” Hyunjin chuckled darkly as your legs shook.

He sped up, finding that spot and making you moan quietly as you bit on your lip hard.

“Am I making it difficult for you?”

The fucking bastard.

“Answer me.” he said sternly and you whimpered.

“Yes, you are.” you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

“Good.”

The bunk bed filled up with sounds of your wet pussy as you dripped all over his hand, your entire body was trembling, your heart beating fast as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, you’ve never been this aroused in your life.

“T-they’re gonna hear…” you whimpered silently as Hyunjin kept abusing your pussy with his fingers, pistoning them into your heat as you clenched around him, trying to ignore the enormous pressure building up inside you.

“Oh yes, they are. They’ll hear what a filthy slut you are for me. They’ll hear your little pussy sucking my fingers in. You’re so nasty, baby.” he fucked you even harder as you gasped.

“F-fuck! I-I can’t…” you thrashed against the bed, tears gathering in your eyes as you tried to squeeze your legs around his arm involuntarily.

“Come on, let go for me.” he looked smug as he fucked you fast, his eyes full of lust.

You almost cried out, biting on your lower lip hard, drawing blood as the metallic taste filled up your mouth, making your mind float.

“God, you really want to edge yourself.” he smirked.

Tears slid down your cheeks as you trembled violently and you bit down on your arm, finally not being able to hold in anymore as you exploded, squirting all over your thighs and Hyunjin’s hand as he fucked you through your orgasm, his other hand abusing your sensitive clit.

“That’s my good girl. I’m proud of you.” he pulled his fingers out as you gasped, watching him as he licked at his hand.

You were in shock, never having finished this violently that the muscles in your legs were cramping, never has a man managed to make you squirt.

“Y/n?” Hyunjin leaned over you, wiping your tears.

“I-I never squirted before.” you admitted and Hyunjin smiled proudly.

“Really?” he looked excited suddenly and you chuckled.

“Really.” you nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna make you squirt again.” he smirked and you looked down, realizing he was stroking himself.

You had no idea when he took his pants off.

“Mhm.” you wrapped your legs around him.

“Mm. So wet.” he pressed his tip against you, massaging your folds with it.

“Just put it in.” you gripped at him and he smiled, burying his face in your neck.

“A little needy, I see.” he said and you made your point by bringing him closer with your legs so that his tip slipped inside you, making him moan into your skin quietly.

“You’re just as needy for me.” you tangled your hand in his soft hair, inhaling his shampoo, your other hand caressing his back as he pushed his cock inside you slowly, bottoming out as you gasped quietly.

“I am.” he said, kissing your neck as he started rocking his hips into you, his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m not gonna last long. Watching you squirt for me almost made me cum.”

“Mm, it’s okay, Jinnie.” you wrapped your arms around him as he whimpered quietly into your skin.

“Say that again.” he nibbled at your ear, rutting into you desperately.

“What, Jinnie?”

“Yeah.” his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, the pressure you felt before building up quickly again.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and he hissed, biting on your neck, his hand on your hip and the other on your breast as he squeezed it.

“Jinnie. My Jinnie.” you whined quietly and he groaned as the bed started creaking, now it was more than obvious what you were doing.

“Fuck, tell me I’m yours.” Hyunjin moaned, grabbing your wrists and pinning them on either side of your head as his hips snapped into yours, his pubic hair brushing against your clit deliciously, adding more friction to your sensitive parts.

“You’re mine, Hyunjin. All mine.” you moaned and he kissed you sloppily as you clenched around his cock.

“I’m all yours, princess.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you whimpered, exploding around him as you squirted again, your nails drawing blood on his back.

“Shit!” Hyunjin’s entire body trembled as he pushed deeper inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you up with spurts of hot cum.

“Mm.” you moaned.

“Take it all, baby. Milk me dry.” he groaned as your eyes filled up with tears of pleasure and you came once again, squeezing around his length, forcing him to spill every little drop he had inside you.

“Fuck.” Hyunjin collapsed on top of you, both of you wet and sweaty as you wrapped around each other.

“You think they heard?” you asked after some time and Hyunjin lifted up to look at you, caressing your face.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” he smirked.

“Bastard.” you squinted your eyes with a smile as he giggled.

“You can call me anything you want as long as you keep calling me yours.” he said, kissing your lips gently.

“I take it this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you asked, carding your fingers through his damp hair.

“I don’t have to ask, baby. You’re already mine.” he bit on his lip, his eyes filling up with lust again.

He was going to drive you crazy and you loved it.

The next morning as Hyunjin and you walked into the living area of the bus, everyone looked up at you with knowing smirks.

“Oh, Jinnie, ah!” Aiden started moaning so Hyunjin came up to him and smacked the back of his head.

“Shut up, dickhead.” Hyunjin said as your face heated up.

“So, are you guys like together now?” Brendon asked.

“Yes, we are.” you answered, pouring yourself some coffee.

“Finally! Y’all owe me 20 bucks each!” Brendon said as everyone around the table groaned.

“You bet on us getting together?”

“We all bet on when you are going to get together. I was the closest.” he smirked as you shook your head.

Hyunjin ignored them, pulling you to sit in his lap.

“You two are gonna be disgusting all the time now.” Aiden scrunched his face up.

“You’re just jealous.” Hyunjin smirked at his friend, pulling you flush against his back as you sipped on your coffee.

“Yeah, I am.” Aiden sighed. “Oh, now we have two couples here.” he added and everyone looked at Ana and Anthony who were quiet almost the whole time.

“Oh I knew there was something there.” you chuckled.

“Well… seems like we’re still single.” Brendon winked at Aiden, his hand on Aiden’s thigh as he leaned in, making an exaggerated kissy face at him.

“Ew, get away from me!” Aiden pushed him as everyone laughed.

“Gimme a sip.” Hyunjin leaned on your shoulder, pursing his lips as he looked at your coffee cup.

You giggled, turning on his lap a little as you gave him your coffee.

The bus parked in the designated place as Stu joined you.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” he looked at the two of you.

“By the way, I have something for you.” Hyunjin whispered, kissing your shoulder as everyone got back to scrolling on their phones or conversing.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“Come, I’ll show you outside. Bring the coffee.” he nudged you with his leg and you squealed, getting up.

The two of you sat nearby, as Hyunjin pulled out his cigarettes.

“Want one?” he asked.

“We can share.” you shrugged and he smiled, lighting it up.

He puffed out the smoke then took a sip of coffee.

“So, what did you want to show me?”

“You know how I have a favorite guitar pick? My lucky red one, I always play with it?” he started.

“Yes, what about it?” you asked, curiously tilting your head.

He reached into his pocket, smiling as his cheeks became rosy.

“I made it into a necklace for you.”

“Oh.” your heart skipped a beat, you were touched. “When did you do that?”

“Well, after that night I slept over in your bunk bed for the first time.” Hyunjin admitted, looking at his feet.

“Woah. Then?” you were shocked at the revelation.

“Yeah, I knew you’d be mine before the end of the tour.” he smirked.

“Did you now?” you asked, grabbing the cigarette from his hand.

“It was my mission to annoy you so much that you finally cave.” he wiggled his eyebrows and you puffed the smoke out into his face.

“Well, it worked.” you said.

“I’m glad it did.” he motioned for you to turn around so he could put the necklace on you.

“Thank you, this is really sweet.” you said as you played with it.

“No need to thank me. I, ugh, also wanna tell you something.” he added and you nodded.

“Are you aware that you inspired almost all of my songs? So, it’s kinda funny that you’re playing songs that are actually about you.” he said and you choked on the coffee as you started coughing.

“Shit, are you okay?” he quickly tapped your back with his hand.

“Some of the songs are years old…” you said as he cautiously took the cigarette from between your fingers and brought it to his lips.

“Mhm.” he nodded, looking at you as you processed the information.

“You… always liked me?” you frowned and Hyunjin nodded.

“But why did you bug me like that all the time, making me think you hate me?” you asked.

“This is gonna sound like a bunch of bullshit. But you seemed to hate me from the day we met and I was scared of you. I thought if I ever tried to approach you normally you’d spit in my face and tell me to fuck off.”

“You’re right. That does sound like a bunch of bullshit.” you looked at him annoyingly as you pinched his arm hard, making him yelp.

“What was that for?!” he whimpered.

“For being an idiot.” you said and he whined.

“What did I do now?”

“I liked you right away, Hyunjin. But I saw how you treated Macy, and concluded that you were just some pretty heartless bastard who played with girls like they’re toys so I decided to hate you so I’d stop liking you.”

“Who’s Macy?” he looked at you confusedly and you pinched him again.

“Ow!” he yelped, rubbing at his arm.

“The girl you dated back then? The curly blonde who worked in the company?”

“Oh, I forgot her name. We only hooked up like four times. It meant nothing to me- ow!” you pinched his arm again.

“Stop with the abuse!” he whined and you chuckled.

“See, that is exactly what I was talking about.” you scolded him and he pouted.

“I know you just called me a heartless bastard but you also called me pretty so I’m gonna ignore the rest.” he said, making a weird face as he leaned away from you.

“What are you doing?” you gave him the elevator eyes.

“Trying not to get pinched again?” he answered and you let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” you said and he squinted at you.

“Look, I promise!” you lifted your hands up in surrender.

Hyunjin exhaled, chuckling as he moved the coffee cup aside and scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around you.

“I promise I know your name.” he teased.

“Hyunjin!” you smacked his chest, laughing as he chuckled, pulling you into a hug.

“In all seriousness, I plan on being totally devoted to you.” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re my ride or die.”

“I like that.” you smiled, your heart leaping out of your chest as butterflies swarmed in your stomach.

“Me too.” Hyunjin leaned in, kissing you passionately as you almost climbed into his lap.

“Save that for later, we need to practice!” Brendon yelled suddenly and the two of you parted, seeing everyone piled up on the windows, staring at you.

“Nosy bastards.” you chuckled fondly as Hyunjin pecked your lips.

“Come on, we gotta rock the stage tonight.” he got up, reaching his hand towards you.

You knew tonight was going to be completely different.

And it was.

You listened to the lyrics carefully, realizing that Hyunjin had really been singing about you this whole time and you were clueless, thinking he was writing songs about his little groupies or the girls he hooked up with, but there was only one girl who was his muse and it was you.

It was quiet in the bus the next morning, the end of the tour was near so Hyunjin and you decided to take some time to chill in the back of the vehicle.

There was a big bed there, and when your friends saw the two of you leaving to the ‘fuck room’ as the called it, they decided to disperse away, with Aiden yelling ‘Don’t forget to change the sheets!’ as he left.

You were enjoying a peaceful moment, Hyunjin sitting on the bed with his guitar as he picked at it absentmindedly, playing random melodies.

You were looking up tattoo designs, thinking that it was finally time to get one of your own.

Hyunjin’s playing soothed you and you were lulled into a calm state until he started playing a familiar melody, making you jolt.

You turned to look at him and he grinned at you.

Hyunjin was playing your warm up song, the one you wrote when you were little.

“H-how did you-” you started and he chuckled.

“You think I never paid attention to you?” he licked his lip as he continued playing.

“Stalker.” you smiled, your face heating up.

“A romantic stalker.” he snickered and you shook your head at him.

He smiled at you fondly, suddenly singing the lyrics.

You couldn’t believe he knew the song by heart, it almost made your eyes tear up so you turned away from him.

Hyunjin stopped playing and you felt the bed shift before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” he whispered, peppering your cheek and jaw with kisses.

“No, I was touched. That song means a lot to me.” you said as Hyunjin squeezed you tighter.

“I know, baby.” he said, dragging his bottom lip on your skin, his lip ring brushing against you and making you shiver.

“Are you looking up tattoo designs?” Hyunjin peered over your shoulder, leaning his chin on it.

“Yeah, but I can’t find a perfect one.”

“I can sketch one for you.” he said and you looked back at him.

“You’d do that?” you asked and he nodded with a smile.

“Of course! We could even get matching tattoos.” he smirked.

“You do know those are forever?” you bit on your lip and Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, I know.”

You searched his eyes for a moment before turning towards him and crashing your lips into his.

Hyunjin moaned against you as you kissed him desperately, your tongue playing with his lip ring shortly before you pushed it into his mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back as you gripped his hair, pulling his head back harshly.

He groaned, grabbing at your waist and you pressed your middle into his, grinding against him instantly.

“B-baby…” he whimpered against your lips as you felt him grow under you.

“Jinnie.” you smirked, your lips on his jaw and neck as you slid your arms under his shirt, caressing his abs.

Hyunjin let out the most delicious moans as you kissed him and touched him, every little sound made more arousal gather on your panties.

He chased your lips when you looked up at him but you pressed your palms on his chest, pushing him down on the bed as he fell with a thud, his arms on either side of his head.

He smirked at you as you tugged at his clothes.

“Princess, are you needy for me?” he asked, his voice raspy and eyes lustful as you practically ripped his pants off.

“Shut up Hyunjin. I’m gonna use you.” you smirked, taking his shirt off.

“Use me however you want, baby. It’s all yours - ah!” he whined when you slid his boxers down, grabbing his cock and playing with it, teasing his slit with your thumb as you slid down.

“Y/n…” Hyunjin gasped when your breath hit his navel.

You didn’t answer, you were too busy as you licked a stripe on his length, following the vein all the way to the tip where you played with his slit.

“Oh my god!” Hyunjin groaned.

You giggled, your eyes crazed with lust as you spit on his cock, jerking off only his tip and Hyunjin’s legs trembled for a moment.

“Fuck, you’re so nasty baby.” he hissed.

“Am I?” you leaned in closer, teasing his tip with your tongue again.

“Stop teasing me.” Hyunjin already sounded breathless.

“Or what?” you smirked before wrapping your lips around him as you started sucking him off fast instantly, like he was the tastiest lollipop and Hyunjin jolted, moaning loudly.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as you sucked him off like no tomorrow, quickly swallowing his entire length as your nose pressed into his pubic hair, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around him.

Hyunjin gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you gripped his thighs, bracing yourself while you sucked him dry.

“Such a nasty slut. Drooling all over my dick. You like choking on it, hm?” he smirked and you moaned around him, your pussy begging for attention.

Hyunjin whined, his head hitting the pillow as he fucked up into your mouth.

Just as you felt that he was close, you quickly pulled off when he least expected it.

“Why’d you stop?” he almost cried out but stopped himself as you started stripping.

“I’m gonna ride you.” you said and he chuckled.

“Do what you want with me.” he gripped onto your hips as you adjusted above him, grabbing his cock and running the tip on your folds.

You slid down, taking all of him in as both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Mm, so warm and wet baby.” Hyunjin pushed up into you immediately. “I need you, y/n. Please fuck me.”

He looked so desperate after you edged him with your mouth and you enjoyed seeing him like that, falling apart for you, his hair splayed everywhere around his head, his forehead sweaty, his face twisted somewhere between pleasure and pain, lips swollen as he kept biting on them, his hands gripping at you like you were his life line.

You put your hands on his chest as you started fucking on him fast, your thighs slapping against him, making him whimper as the bed shook and Hyunjin gripped at the sheets, fucking up into you to meet your pace.

“Y/n, fuck! Harder, fuck me harder!” he begged and you gathered all your strength, fucking on him as hard as you could and he grunted loudly, holding your hips as he fucked up into you.

“That’s it. Good girl. I’m gonna carve the shape of my cock in your pretty pussy.” he smirked between gasps and you whimpered loudly, exploding all over his cock, lifting up and squirting on his twitching length.

Hyunjin let out an animalistic groan when he saw that, grabbing your arms and swiftly turning you around, pressing your knees to your shoulders as you gasped, dizzy from your orgasm and the sudden movement.

He didn’t give you any time to recover as he pushed his dick deep inside you, your pussy taking him immediately.

“Ah!” you moaned loudly.

Hyunjin looked crazed as he fucked you hard immediately, his hands grabbing at your breasts.

“You’re gonna be mine forever, princess. I’ll fill you up good and make sure of that.”

“H-Hyunjin.” you gasped, throwing your head back as you dug your nails into his biceps.

“Mm, y/n.” he whined as his hips stuttered and you came around him again, your pussy gripping his cock.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand as he came hard, filling you up with what seemed like endless ropes of hot cum.

“I love you.” he breathed out and your eyes widened, your core clenching around his softening cock.

His eyes widened when he realized what he said, both of you frozen for a moment.

Hyunjin looked panicked immediately but you grabbed his face, making him look at you.

“I love you.” you smiled and he visibly melted.

You heard voices outside, both of you gasping as you jerked away from each other, quickly picking your clothes up.

“Are y’all done fucking?” Brendon yelled from the front as you got dressed clumsily while Hyunjin tried to gather the dirty sheets.

Embarrassment washed over you when you felt his cum seep out of you, dripping on your panties.

“No we’re not!” Hyunjin yelled and you chuckled.

“I don’t want them to come in here yet.” he pulled you into his chest.

“Why?” you looked up at him.

“I- I meant what I said, y/n. I love you.” he said.

“I love you too, Jinnie. I also hate you just a little, sometimes.” you joked and he giggled.

“That’s okay, as long as you turn that hate into passion.” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Of course.” you promised and he leaned in to kiss you gently.

Six months later…

jinnie<3: babe i have a surprise for you

you: should i be worried?

jinnie<3: maybe… no?

you: just come home

You shook your head with a giggle, today was exactly six months since Hyunjin and you started dating.

You didn’t waste much time, moving in together only a few weeks after the tour ended.

Hyunjin was more clingy than you anticipated but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

You waited for him to come home, hugging teddy as you sat on the sofa, both of you wrapped in a blanket.

Dinner was already finished and Hyunjin’s gift was ready, the lacy black and red set right under the inconspicuous pjs you had on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he snickered as he came in, slamming the door behind him before he all but ran to you.

“Careful.” you laughed as he tripped over the carpet.

He gave you a pointed look but his arms wrapped around you and teddy as he hugged you tightly.

“Missed you.” he nuzzled into your hair and you giggled.

“We missed you too.” you said and he leaned back.

“Do you think teddy missed me more than you did?” he teased.

“Oh definitely.” you smirked and he pouted so you pulled him into another hug, and he yelped.

“Ow. Be careful.” he jolted and you squinted your eyes at him.

“What did you do, Hyunjin?”

“Remember when I asked if a belly button piercing would suit me?” he grimaced.

“Did you get a belly button piercing?!” you gasped and Hyunjin chuckled before he took his shirt off.

Sure enough, there was a fresh piercing above his belly button.

“Oh wow. It’s perfect.” you bit on your lip and he exhaled.

“I’m glad you like it.” he said, looking relieved.

“Is that my gift?” you chuckled.

“Kind of, but also this.” he pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through the pages.

“It’s the tattoo you wanted, I finished designing it.” he showed you the sketch and you gasped.

“Hyunjin! This is beautiful!”

“It’ll look even more beautiful on you.” he leaned in to kiss you.

“I wanna do it as soon as I can.” you said and he chuckled.

“Maybe we could add our matching tattoo then.” Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed.

“Oh? You have an idea for that?”

“Yeah but stop me if it’s too cheesy or if you don’t like it.” he said, looking nervous all of a sudden as he flipped through his sketchbook again.

“Just show me.” you smiled and he gave you the sketchbook.

“See it’s part of a rose for you and part for me, my vision was to have it tattooed on the side of our thumbs so when we hold hands, it becomes one flower. What do you think?”

You stared at him for a moment as your heart fluttered.

“Hyunjin, that’s so sweet. I love that idea.” you caressed his cheek as he smiled.

“I’m glad you do.”

Both of you leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss.

“Where’s my gift?” he smirked and you snickered, lowering your shirt a little, just so you could tease him with a glimpse of the lacy bra.

“Oh. You wore the set.” he licked his lips. “Mm, the best gift ever.” his eyes became foggy in a second as he leaned in with pursed lips.

“Nuh-uh!” you put your finger on his lips. “No dessert before dinner.” you smirked and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Fine, I’ll eat you up later. There’ll be nothing left of you just so you know, darling.” Hyunjin said, burying his face in your neck and inhaling the sweet perfume you put on for him, the one that drives him absolutely insane.

“Also, please put on a shirt before I explode.” you added as he leaned back and he laughed, his body shaking with it.

“Sorry.” he winked, getting dressed.

Hyunjin chased you to the kitchen as you grabbed teddy and started running from him, squealing as you rounded the table.

He tricked you, going left then right and you fell for it, your body ending up in his comforting embrace.

“I think teddy is hungry.” Hyunjin said, making you giggle.

“Mhm, and what about Jinnie?” you smirked and he chuckled.

“Jinnie is starving.” he whined dramatically.

As the apartment filled up with warm laughter, the first snowflakes started falling outside, signifying a new beginning, a sense of calmness and peace washing over you, the warmth and comfort you felt at that moment enveloping the two of you completely.

The happiness was almost tangible as it traveled through the air.

If someone would’ve told you you’d end up living with your sworn enemy, Hwang Hyunjin, you’d call them crazy while laughing in their face.

But here you were, every moment with him by your side was precious even when he drove you crazy at times.

After dinner, you skipped out to your balcony to light up a cigarette and enjoy the view of the city as all the roofs slowly became blanketed by snow. Hyunjin joined you, draping his leather jacket over your shoulders when you shivered, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“I’m starting to think you keep forgetting your jacket on purpose.” he squinted his eyes at you and you giggled.

“Maybe I am.” you looked back at him as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

“Well, you can always wear mine.” he whispered, turning you around so he could give you a gentle kiss.

Who knew that your band falling apart would bring you together with the love of your life?

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coolemmasulivan2 · 3 months ago

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Nightmares

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You sneak out of the bed to avoid waking Mason with your nightmares, but he wakes up anyway, because he can't sleep without you.

Word count: 1025

Home A place where I can go To take this off my shoulders Someone take me home

Work had been overwhelming lately, the kind of stress that clings to you even in sleep. For days now, your nights had been filled with nightmares, each one jarring you awake, and waking Mason with you. And every time, you felt even more guilty.

"You don't need to sleep in another room." He had whispered the night before, brushing your hair back gently after you startled awake again. "I'm fine. I don't mind. It's easier for you if I'm next to you."

He meant it. You knew he did. But you also knew it wasn't true, not completely. The tiredness was written all over his face. Mason, who usually sprang out of bed for training without a hint of complaint, had started lingering under the covers until the last possible minute.

After he left that morning, and before you headed off to work, you quietly made up the bed in one of the guest rooms.

Tonight, once he was asleep, you would sneak out. You hated the idea of being apart from him, but the coach was trusting him more and more, and the least you could do was let him rest.

You were cuddled up against Mason on the sofa, the familiar weight of his arm around you. Your new favorite show was playing softly in the background and Ace was snoring quietly from his bed on the floor.

These were the moments that let your body truly relax after another long and draining day at work. You let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes for a second.

"You should quit." Mason said, fingers tracing slow and soothing patterns along your arm. "You know that, right?"

"I know. I know!" You replied, opening your eyes with a small groan. "I just… I don't want to leave the team buried in more work."

He shook his head gently. "Babe, you've got to think about you for once. That job is messing with you. You're not quitting because you want to, you're quitting because your health is more important."

You hesitated, eyes flicking back to the TV. He was right. You were exhausted, inside and out.

"I'll give them my resignation letter at the end of the week." You said quietly.

Mason gently grabbed your jaw so you had to look at him. His gaze was steady, warm.

"Promise me."

You nodded. "I promise."

He smiled and kissed your forehead. He pulled you even closer into his arms and you finally let yourself melt into him.

When it was time to go to bed, you made sure to stay awake until Mason had drifted off. It wasn't hard, he had nearly fallen asleep on the sofa before you both made it to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, when his breathing had settled, you gently slipped out from under the covers. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and took one last glance at your boyfriend, before you silently left the room.

You chose the guest room furthest from your own, just in case you made any noise in the night. The room was colder than you expected, but you climbed into bed quickly, pulling the covers tightly around you. With a quiet and tired sigh, you closed your eyes.

Mason stirred, reaching out for you, but his hand was only met with cold sheets.

Frowning, he sat up, glancing around the dark room. The ensuite bathroom light was off. He grabbed his phone: 3 am.

"Y/n?" He called softly, but there was no answer.

Throwing off the covers, he got up to look for you. Ace was curled up alone in the living room and the kitchen was also empty. His brows furrowed.

When he found you, you were tangled in the sheets, tossing and turning, having another nightmare.

He turned on the light and rushed to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently shaking your shoulder.

"Y/N." He said. You mumbled something under your breath. "Babe, wake up." You jolted awake, your heart racing. Sweat clung to your skin and for a moment, you didn't even recognize where you were. Then your eyes locked on Mason's. "You're fine. Everything's fine."

"I'm sorry." You whispered.

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked, gently cupping your cheek with his hand.

"I woke you up again. You need your rest." You said. "You shouldn't have to keep waking up because of me and my nightmares."

His expression softened. "Wait… is that why you're here? You didn't want to wake me up?" You nodded. Mason let out a quiet sigh and shook his head. "I didn't wake up because of your nightmare, love. I woke up because you weren't in our bed." He reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours gently but firmly. "I can't sleep without you."

You looked at him, eyes glassy with emotion. "Mason…"

"I mean it!" He said, voice low. "It doesn't matter if I wake up a few times, or if you need me in the middle of the night. I just… I want you next to me."

"But I hate that I'm messing with your sleep."

He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. "You're not messing anything up. You're going through something, and I want to be there for you. That's what love is, right? Not just the easy stuff."

You hesitated for a moment, then took a shaky breath. "I'm going to hand in my resignation letter tomorrow."

Mason's eyes softened even more, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "I can't keep putting myself last. I'm tired, Mase."

He grabbed your hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you." You whispered.

He stood up and offered his hand to you. "Come back to bed?"

You took his hand and let him pull you up, wrapping yourself in his warmth as he guided you back down the hallway.

Once you were both tucked under the covers again, Mason pulled you close, your head resting on his chest.

"I love you." He murmured into your hair.

You smiled into the dark. "I love you more."

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount fanfic

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temiizpalace · 1 year ago

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☆┊I SWEAR I ONLY FELL FOR YOU ON ACCIDENT..

SUMMARY: he never meant to develop feelings for you, and seven are these overwhelming feelings doing things to him.

CHARACTERS: leona, jade, jamil

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: cursing, CRINGE, spoilers for book 3!!!

ROMANTIC, PINING

NOTES: (kind of) based off this song + flustering boys who pretend to not be flustered ever + lyrics in fic not in order

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

🦁┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“one time you crossed my mind and i promised id be careful”

he would have never expect his feelings to be like this after your first encounter.

the hostility he held towards you, he should’ve warded you away. yet you kept coming back. talking to him all buddy buddy.. it was admirable from the eyes of others. if he would’ve known better he would think you saw him as a large house cat (you do). well guess what, he ain’t.

at the start, he thought of you as nothing but a huge nuisance and thorn in his side in this already bothersome school. but after seeing your courageous news during azul’s overblot, he’s got a newfound respect for ya.

everything was fine from then. you’d bother him occasionally, and he’d allow you to bask in his presence. what? did you expect something else? well you’re wrong. but these moments have kickstarted some brand new fantasies for our beloved prince to indulge in.

it started off normally, he’s napping peacefully as you read a book next to him, giving him an occasional glance or two before focusing on the piece of literature in your hands. as we know, dreams can range in a wide variety of things. some can be absolutely blissful, some are really random, and others are just straight up nightmares!!

now, leona had no idea where to classify this one.

he walks into his room after finishing some duties concerning the kingdoms wellbeing.. being king is no easy task. “back already? that was quick.” your voice rang in his ears as he tossed the choking royal garbs to the side, making way to curl up in your lap. “can’t stand these people..” he murmured into your stomach, making you smile. you play with his hair, making an occasional braid or two before pausing. “hmph, why’d ya stop?” you lift his chin, looking him in the eyes. “i’m helping you de-stress.” suddenly, he feels pulled closer to your face, your lips barely ghosting each other til finally—

leona sits up quickly in a sweat, startling you as he emerged from the ground. what the fuuuucckkkk was that????? “ah, leona? are you okay?” you ask, concerned as to how quick he was to wake up. usually it’d take 10 minutes to get him out of a daze! “fine.” he grunts, getting up and walking towards the mirror hall.

“uhh, where ya going?” no response. he seemed grumpy, but you had no idea why. did you do something? nahhh, probably just typical leona. ..right?

you’ve noticed he’s been avoiding you a lot more lately. he will not respond when you say hi to him in the halls, will just up and leave if you see him in the botanical gardens, and will walk in the opposite direction of you just so you don’t have to cross paths.

now you’re concerned. was he mad at you? to put it simply, yes and no. yes because why are you occurring in his dreams???? are you crazy???? smh. get out. he’s the one dreaming but ok

yet no because, he’s no fool. he knows when he’s in love and unfortunately for him, this is love. you don’t understand how much he’s tossing and turning in his room because literally every gap in his head is filled up with thoughts of you, how much this aggravates him because he can’t get adequate amounts of sleep anymore. your fault!!!

he wanted to avoid you like the plague for at least a month to let these feelings wash over, but to no avail. someone just kill him and bury the body he’s hopeless. he cannot wait to be found six feet underground because feeling like this for a magicless human was the last thing he wanted.

that’s it, he’s never gonna tell ya. ever. just him and his thoughts. yep. mhm. yeah.. you’d look really nice in formal attire—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

he wants to scream but the best he can do is make a cringing face. how the hell do you make him so sappy??? this love stuff stinks… how could you do this to him?

🐬┊JADE LEECH

“one spark, you jump my heart and i feel it beating faster. yeah, it’s too late, im not ashamed.”

ah, love. something jade believed he’d never experience.

from the moment his eyes met yours, he’s always felt a twisting feeling in his chest. how peculiar.. to be fair, from afar you were quite bland to him. just another pawn and source of intel.

but then word began to get out you stopped two overblots, catching his interest. really? a magicless human? now he’s just dying to meet you.. and thank the seven he did. you had him the moment you spoke, your voice causing his heartbeat to speed up rapidly.

after azul’s overblot, though? jade is nothing but head over heels for you. without shame. he’s practically glued to your side, walking you to and from classes almost every day without fail, somehow always being your waiter whenever you ate at the mostro lounge, always having a hand on your back or shoulder.. huh.

it’s clear to anyone with half a brain that the leech twin definitely saw you more than merchandise, making them even more afraid to speak with you! whenever you were jade was like 2 feet behind.

only recently have you started to notice this. so, you’ll do what any normal person would do. ask him about it!

“hey, jade.” the eel-mer looks at you, an eyebrow raised with a polite smile. “is something the matter, prefect?” he asks, his demeanor the same as ever. “just wondering, but why’re you always around me? im not annoyed or anything! just.. just curious.” you stated quite bluntly, catching the boy off guard.

you could’ve sworn you saw him freeze with eyes wide, but the ability he has to rebuild his facade was impeccable. he pretends to think about it holding his chin before chuckling. “i suppose.. i just enjoy your company.” he smiles as you suddenly feel like an arrow was shot riiigghhttt through your heart.

“haha, really?” you laugh nervously, feeling the heat in your face flush to your cheeks as he stared you down with glee. before jade was able to respond, he was cut off by the sudden sincerity in your voice. “i enjoy your company too, jade.” you smile back at him, a sudden awkward silence falling before you.

“a-anyway, this is my class! gotta go! bye!” running inside the classroom, you try to hide the very obvious warmth in your face with your hands. THAT WAS SO CRINGE. IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED. AAAGAGAGBABABAHAHAHAHAHA

this moment is going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you just know it. while you were dealing with the repercussions of the exchange, jade was in absolute heaven right now. his heartbeat was at an all time high, feeling nothing but sheer joy. falling for you was never his intention, but thank the seven he did.

the day passes by swiftly, nothing too out of the ordinary. as jade walks back to his dorm room, he flops onto his mattress face first into the pillows. an annoyed floyd looks at him with a disgusted expression, wishing this didn’t happen almost every day.

“yer so sappy, yknow that jade?” he grumbles, tossing a pillow at him with force. jade didnt care. it was worth it. all of it was worth it. falling in love with you was the best accident he’s ever made.

🐍┊JAMIL VIPER

“i’ll never see it coming but i know we’ll crash, cause when we’re with each other, yeah, we move too fast.”

kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill hi

those were the thoughts racing through jamil’s mind as you somehow convinced him to ride the magic carpet with you. what was he thinking??? he knows something is going to go terribly wrong whenever he’s with you.

not because of you (he hopes), but because of him! he’s a man who’s very meticulous about his work, making sure it’s done to absolute perfection. now, add you into the mix. it throws him horribly off.

when jamil first met you, he didn’t think much of it. you were a magicless human from another world. impressive that may be, that’s all you are. no major threat to kalim, so he’ll leave you be. then came the overblots.. you seemed more valuable than he originally thought.

then came his overblot. in all honesty, he hated you after that. or he thought he did. he always felt this burning sensation in his chest and this inexplainable image of you in his head nagging at him at any free chance he got! then came the scenarios.. domestic moments like brushing his hair, waking up next to each other, cooking meals for each other..

then he realized he fell into the deep end and fell in love with you. shit.

you treated him with such kindness! how didn’t he fall in love with you?? everything’s making his head hurt. the world must be upside down.

hearing kalim sing constant praise was nothing out of the ordinary, something he’s already grown used to and learned to despise. you on the other hand, your compliments send him to different universes. he swear fireworks get lit whenever you open your mouth and just explode all around him.

jamil’s behavior around you was a fairly noticeable difference to those close with him. he stuttered over his words, was a bit more expressive, and had a specific tone in his voice that seemed to be reserved for you. however, the most notable difference that almost anyone can see was the fact that THE jamil viper made a lot more accidents.

he seemed to embarrass himself every time he’s with you, but thank god you just shrug it off like nothing. screwing up was not something jamil EVER did before.. why must you ruin him like this? and these moments seem to just speed by, making it all seem like one huge fever dream that he just happens to remember. he hates it!

now, back to the present moment. he watches you sit onto the magic carpet, feeling the cold breeze in your hair due to the fact scarabia is much chillier during the night. he stares at you from the balcony, seeing as you turned back to smile at him. “you coming” you ask, watching him hesitate. “m-maybe i shouldn’t.. i must tend to kalim and—“

“do you trust me?” you ask, holding your hand out to him. he looks at you, taken aback by your sudden question. “what?” “do you trust me?” you repeat, a stern tone in your voice as you looked down at him with a certain gleam in your eyes that he just cannot resist. “..yes?”

jamil grabs your hand, pulling himself onto the carpet. the warmth from his palms spread throughout your entire body, suddenly regulating the your internal temperature. as you both kneeled on the carpet, your eyes met, staring into each other intensely. his hand subconsciously squeezes yours, holding to them for dear life, not wanting to let go.

while this was insanely romantic to you both, from outside perspective, it just looks like this 🧍‍♂️🧍

“ah, jamil, you’re squeezing my hand.” you laugh nervously, watching as the heat rises to his cheeks. “s-sorry. now then, shall we?” he clears his throat, sitting down properly before looking at you with a small smile. you can’t help but reciprocate, flashing him a grin before taking his hand again. “of course.”

before the carpet can take off into the clouds, cheering can be heard from inside scarabia halls.

it seemed kalim had a little.. arrangement for the both of you. jamil pulls his hood over his face in embarrassment as the carpet flies towards the glittering sky of stars, something both you and jamil can enjoy together.

A/N: jamil bias is EVIDENT (I kinda sorta didn’t go with the song that much and got carried away oopsies)

date published: 7/28/24

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plum-pastry · 2 months ago

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The Real Monsters

Stranger Things au

Eddie Munson x Reader

wc: 1.5k

Summary: At Hawkins High, survival means being seen, but for a cheerleader who has it all on paper, the pressure to stay perfect is quietly suffocating. When Eddie Munson’s cafeteria theatrics unexpectedly hit a nerve, she’s left wondering if the school’s resident freak just saw something she’s been trying to hide.

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Hawkins was an easy town to fit into. Most people would expect me to say, “Keep your head down and mind your business, and you’ll be fine,” but that’s not the truth. If you wanted an easy life in Hawkins, you had to be seen. Seen for your intelligence, athleticism, or your clique. You needed at least one of those things to survive Hawkins High and unfortunately for me, I had all three.

See, one will get you a pass in being bullied. Nancy’s smart, she held down the school newspaper and no one wanted a bad picture or article of themselves spread around school. If your brain is useful to someone and your wardrobe wasn’t absolutely abysmal you might just survive.

If the odds are in your favor and you can have two safeties you’ll thrive. Steve was on the basketball team, an easy in to popularity. But Steve didn’t just have popularity, he created it. At Hawkins High, he was the gravitational pull. And while you didn’t need to be smart or strong, orbiting King Steve kept you safe. But after he graduated, we had to find a new center of gravity. My group, the girls from the cheer squad and the basketball players, stepped in to form the new solar system of elitism. This is the group you want to have lunch and be seen around campus with.

Having all three of the safeties would make you think that I ruled the campus, but I don’t. I do my homework, I go to cheer practice, and I eat lunch with the group then I go home and start studying for the next test. I run practice in my head for how I could have done better, and analyze every word and look that was given to me at lunch that day. Having all three puts a target on you, for people who are waiting for you to make a mistake. But still, you wouldn’t want it any other way. Because being in makes life easy…

Right?

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I looked at myself as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and patted my cheeks to try and wake up. The bags under my eyes sat heavy on my face and I knew that everyone at the table will say something about it. I exhaled hard and grabbed my compact out of my purse that hung on my shoulder. I should’ve been in my cheer uniform but I hated the feeling of eyes looking at my body as I walked down the hall. So I opted for blue jeans and a light pink sweater that was tucked in the front of my pants with a brown belt.

The makeup built up nicely under my eyes as I heard the door to the restroom open. Chrissy walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my torso. I smiled and patted her arms in return. She moved to the side of me and laughed watching me struggle to cover my lack of sleep.

“This is why we’re waiting to eat lunch?”

The sound of my compact snapping closed echoed in the quiet restroom as I stuffed it back in my purse and looked at her.

“I look like death on legs Chris. I just had to cover up a few dark spots.”

“You wouldn’t look like the walking dead if you actually got some sleep.”

She raised an eyebrow at me and crossed her arms as I avoided her eyes.

“I just need to study a little bit more tonight,” I looked at myself one last time then tucked my arm into her elbow linking us, “and then I’ll rest my mind for a day before Mrs. Kimmly’s exam, but until then I’ll cover my regrets with a little makeup.”

She shook her head at me but her smile never left her face, “You are such a perfectionist.”

We walked out of the restroom and made our way to the cafeteria. People waved at us as we passed. You wouldn’t typically see this type of mingling by cheerleaders but me and Chrissy are different from the other girls and jocks. We didn’t find joy in being mean to people or being seen as stuck up bitches. Before we opened the door to the cafeteria Chrissy stopped us and leaned in close to my ear after looking around in both directions.

She cupped her hand around her mouth and my ear and whispered, “You should try weed.”

I pulled back quickly and I knew my eyes were the size of two dinner plates as I looked at her with my mouth gaped open.

“What did you just say?!” I whispered shouted to her as her cheeks grew in a pink hue.

She shrugged her shoulders but I could tell she was regretting her words to me as a line formed in between her brows.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been really stressed and you said you wanted to relax before your exam.”

“By relaxing I meant going to Family Video and flirting with Steve Harrington so I can get Footloose for free. Then going back to my house to paint my toes and stuff my face with chocolate chip cookies.

She looked at me with a questioning face before letting out a soft laugh.

“That was very specific.”

Now it was my turn to shrug and blush.

“That’s just the way I relax.”

She grabbed my hand and smiled, “That’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with spending time by yourself and doing things you like.”

I smiled back at her and squeezed her hand gently before stepping closer to her to whisper, “And there is nothing wrong with smoking weed.” I pulled back to look into her eyes. They glistened as tears threatened to fall, but her smile didn’t waver.

“I’m here if you need to talk Chris and I meant what I said. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with weed, okay?”

She gave me a big hug and when she pulled back she wiped her eyes and giggled a little bit.

“Thanks for not judging me. I mentioned it to Jason once and he almost had an aneurysm. You should have seen how red his face got.”

I laughed at her comment imagining Jason’s face turning red and then exploding. I tried to imagine confetti floating in the air but couldn’t because I knew if Jason’s head exploded nothing but hot air would come out.

“He’s probably picking his hair out wondering where I am. Are you ready to head in?” She asked as she nodded towards the cafeteria. I nodded and we linked arms before walking in together.

The atmosphere between the hallway and the cafeteria should be studied by scientists. The two large doors we just pushed through were like an opening to a portal that brought you to a world of loud laughter, food being tossed across the room into someone’s mouth, and–

My gaze shifts to someone standing on top of a table and that someone is no one other than Eddie Munson. What is going on?

I placed my purse down at the usual table and I listened to the tail end of what I assumed was a dramatic speech.

“But as long as you're into band or science ...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…”

Jason quickly stood up and directed his attention to Eddie

“You want something, freak?”

I watched as Eddie put two fingers on his head to make devil horns and stick his tongue out making a strange sound. I rolled my eyes at both of them and got in line with Chrissy for a lunch tray. I grabbed whatever looked the least suspicious. Chrissy, of course, took an apple. We paid and started making our way back to the cheer table.

When we walked back in from the line, Eddie was still on the table, talking low to his friends.

“It's forced conformity.”

Then he jumped down and shouted, “That's what's killing the kids!”

A girl jumped from his loud voice and his friends laughed at his theatrics. Me and Chrissy walked in his direction and he backed up to make room for us to pass but he held eye contact with me as he said the last words in his speech.

“That's the real monster.”

I stopped in my tracks and held his gaze, a scowl etched on my face. He smirked, then dipped into a mocking little bow. Chrissy tugged me away and I heard Eddie and his friends laugh. I slammed my tray on the table and sat quietly with my arms folded over my chest, my appetite gone now. Chrissy’s eyes shifted towards me a few times but she didn’t bring up my soured mood.

When the bell rang for the end of lunch I quickly dumped my tray and walked out curtly telling Chrissy I’d see her later. I didn’t know why it got under my skin, but I knew it had something to do with Munson’s words, and the way he looked at me when he said them. Like he saw something I didn’t want seen. I wasn’t sure if Munson was talking about conformity, the school, or me—but either way, it made me angry and… a little embarrassed.

Could he see right through me? I hoped not. But something about the way he looked at me made me think he already had.

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Omg Hi! If you actually read this thank you so much! This is my first time writing fanfic so please excuse any grammatical errors or anything like that. I just wanted to take up some of my free time by writing a story about our beloved Eddie Munson. This will be a series so I'm hoping to get the next part out soon! Thanks for reading ♡.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #slow burn #stranger things #fanfic #unlikely friends #friends to lovers #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #Eddie does not die #stranger things au #chrissy cunningham #Shabplum

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crystallizedtwilight · 2 years ago

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Lock is super cute n all but Barrel is all that AND a bag of beans (a.k.a. he's really nice)... kind of feels like barrel deserves better sometimes ....(this isn't said in bad faith to you, the artist, btw! I'm only shaking the angst jar a bit)

Lock thinks so too.

Of course Barrel has better options. Belladonna or, hell, just about anyone.

Lock thinks that maybe Barrel would find it easier to wake up next to someone who doesn’t accidentally scratch him with their claws during a nightmare, maybe someone of his own species, or someone who is generally more…pleasant and effortless.

A partner who was soft and nice instead of sharp and difficult.

So Lock puts the distance between them before someone else does. He hates it, surrendering the best thing that ever happened to him, but after wasting so much of his time, doesn't he at least owe Barrel this? The chance to be happier with someone better?

He turns distant, cold, avoidant. Enough for Barrel to ask, "Hey, what's wrong?" And Lock realizes that, truly, he must be the most selfish creature in the world for not just saying I'm fine.

Lock wanders so dangerously close to speaking his heart that he panics, turning to run like he always did when he came close to acknowledging why. But Barrel catches him around the waist, voice soft and desperate, as he says more to himself than to Lock,

"I've let you run too many times."

Lock flails and sobs and sinks his teeth into the forearm that binds him across the chest.

"You can bite me if you want, but you’re going to listen to what I have to say," Barrel tells him low and steady, "I would rather wake up next to you with scratches than unscathed next to anyone else.”

"Why?" Lock sobs, asking the question furiously, frustrated. It just didn't make sense. He wasn't worth it and he wished Barrel would just tell him what he already knew.

But when Barrel speaks his voice is so desperate, so fiercely certain, that Lock is inclined to listen.

“Because there’s no one like you, Lock. You’re fun...and spirited...and always up for a laugh. You’re open to anything which makes every day with you an adventure. You’re one of two people in this world who’s been through hell and back with me and yet you still approach life with so much enthusiasm.

I know you kept me safe from the worst of Oogie, and you kept this trio together like it was your mission. Every good thing I have is because of you. You’re bright and exciting and when I’m with you I feel like I’m home. Every day I wake up feeling so lucky you even let me hold you.

And I…I didn’t say it for so long because I know you didn’t want to hear it, but fuck that…I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you, Lock.”

Lock sobs into Barrel's forearm and Barrel presses his forehead to the back of Lock's neck, letting him. The grip becomes an embrace, and Lock is weak in his arms. He lets his weight drop and Barrel lowers them to the ground. When Barrel speaks again, the tears have caught up with him as well.

"So don't you dare tell me you're not good enough."

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diremoone · 2 years ago

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the door with the floral wreath | r. sukuna

when sukuna gets a new neighbor on the third floor of his apartment complex, he’s pleasantly surprised to see who it is behind the door with the floral wreath. her two cats on the other hand, are a massive fucking problem.

w — honestly nothing? save for fluff and some cussing, slowburn-ish, implied boxer & sorta rich! Sukuna, implied polyglot(ish)! reader, cat! Satoru and cat! Suguru and both cats being in love, cozy themed again (I can’t help it), the formatting of this “fic” was how it was in my brain so I’m sorry if it’s a lil strange haha, this apparently became longer than I originally anticipated lmao, reader is mentioned to be partially Japanese but no physical appearances are ultimately described, mild angst at the end

a/n: not apart of the ‘make me (yours)’ universe but it’s definitely inspired by it

🌸 When Sukuna wakes up on a Saturday morning and opens his front door to leave for his morning run, the last thing he expects to see is a floral wreath on the door opposite of his. That can only mean one thing: someone has moved in. But if someone has, then why hasn’t he seen or heard the furniture being moved in? These aren’t exactly the cheapest apartments, so did they just not have anything?

It was weird, to say the least.

🌸 However, three months pass before he gets to see who the person who’s behind the door across from his.

🌸 Sukuna gets back from his jog a little early, the light sprinkles of rain turning into a downpour. That’s when he sees you leaving your apartment, locking the door to leave. Unfortunately, you’re not paying too much attention to your surroundings, and you two nearly collide into one another at the top of the stairs.

You narrowly turn in time to place yourself flat against the wall to avoid the behemoth of a man that was your neighbor from running over you and sending you both down the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” came your instant apology.

“It’s fine,” follows his gruff reply.

But he knows he certainly wouldn’t mind running into you again. Just not where you two can fall down the stairs and potentially break your necks.

On a random day not too long after your initial run-in (and near subsequent dangerous tumble down some stairs), you two run into one another to get the mail at the front office.

You pop up behind him right after he opens his mailbox, staring up at him and his very impressive height and build and apparently scare him, because when you speak next, his shoulders jump. “Gosh, you’re tall. You must’ve played basketball or something in high school, yeah?”

He would’ve either been silent or retort something in an asshole tone like he was used to. He just didn’t like people.

He would’ve, if it wasn’t his cute neighbor.

“Volleyball,” he replies quietly. “Quit after graduation.”

You frown. “That sucks. You must’ve been good at it.”

“It was a pastime.”

“Sounds fun though,” you chirp, putting your own key into your mailbox. “I tried to get into sports, but uh, lack of things made it hard to do so. Did track for awhile, until my ribs couldn’t keep up.”

Sukuna lets out a snort but says nothing further. He goes to leave, but not before hearing, “G’bye, neighbor!”

Ah, shit. He hadn’t told you his name, had he?

Hopefully, there would be a next time.

🌸 Sukuna doesn’t see you again for another month or two after that, fate still having you two separated like an awful slowburn romance.

🌸 What he doesn’t like in particular is the fact you don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours. He doesn’t like that; doesn’t like that he’s missed his chance to know you a little better. By his logic, he should know your name, have your phone number, and have at least had you on a date and in his bed at least once already.

🌸 Come early December, he hears your door begin to open and close a lot. It becomes annoying, very very annoying, very very quickly.

That goes on almost until Christmas time.

Until one day he manages to catch the little reasons why your door has been slamming shut so much.

Twerp Number One wriggles in his hold as he holds them both up to eye level. She grunts and huffs at him. “Put me down!”

To which he scoffs at. “And why should I do that?”

Just as Twerp Number Two decides to speak, your door opens. This time it’s you.

“You can let them down,” you say, clearly amused. “They’ve come for cookies.”

Sukuna grunts. “So that’s why they’re always slamming the door.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried to get them to stop. They are six, though.” As genuine as your apology is, Sukuna can see the little twinkle of mischievousness appear at the end of your sentence in defense of the two twerps.

“Mr. Sukuna is a big grump anyway!” the oddly-orange-haired girl says. “At least that’s what my mama says.”

“Nobara, you shouldn’t be calling people names,” you scold the girl. “Put them down so they can get some cookies and head back, please. I’m sure Nobara’s mom is wondering about them. Nobara, the white box is for you to take home.”

Sukuna begrudgingly obliges. Nobara and her friend barge inside your home. The door stays open thanks to a cold breeze, allowing for the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls to drift outside and into his nose. And damn does it smell nice.

“So, I finally know your name,” you muse.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” he says, half-correcting you, “but everyone just calls me by my first name.”

“I can see why,” you reply in a joking tone and smile. “But yeah… It fits you. I’m [Name], and pretty much the same: everyone calls me by my first name. Since my last name isn’t exactly normal, you know… Since I’m not inherently from Japan.”

Sukuna’s brows raise. “You’ve lived here before?” he asks.

“My mom is [part/full] Japanese,” you admit. And then to his surprise, you ramble on further, “I’ve popped around, uh, a few countries over the last several years of my life, Japan included. I’ve just… never stayed in one place to technically be from somewhere. I was born in the States, but… I don’t, uh, really feel like I actually am from there… Does that make any sense?”

“It does.” But he doesn’t go into his backstory in return. And thankfully, you don’t seem to mind, just about as much as you minded sharing such a part of your life to someone who’s technically nothing more than a stranger to you, not in the slightest.

Nobara pops back out with her friend, who’s just a touch older than her.

“Thank you for the cookies and cimmanom rolls, Miss [Name]!” Nobara says.

You don’t bother to correct her cute mistake. “You’re very welcome, Nobara. Now head home. Goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight!”

You watch the girls descend, and when they’re out of sight, you listen carefully for the telltale of their first floor door closing. And when it thuds shut loud enough to wake everyone in the apartments in the block, you turn your attention back to the gigantic man that was your next door neighbor… Who’s attention was on your door, more than likely concentrating on the smell in your kitchen.

Your lips curl up and you prevent a giggle. “You want some?”

Your voice snaps him from his stupor. “What? Want what?”

“Some cookies and cimmanom rolls?” you question, cutely reiterating Nobara’s mistake.

“Uh…”

He takes too long to answer, so you decide for him. “I’ll get you some anyway.”

You go back inside, leaving him out in the cold. But you don’t take very long and come back out not even two minutes later with another white box and place it into his hands.

“Well,” you say, teeth chattering from the cold. “It’s nice finally knowing your name, neighbor. Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon… Goodnight.”

He barely gets out a “goodnight” before you close the door. Sukuna tosses his head back and settles for a heavy exhale rather than the audible sigh he knows you would’ve heard through your door.

Another fuck up. But at least he got some food out of it this time.

🌸 You both end up meeting each other a lot more often by “coincidence” after that, like fate has finally determined you’re allowed to see one another or something. (To him that just sounds stupid, until it comes out of your mouth.)

For Christmas, you end up gifting him a tin of popcorn and another box of sweets by leaving them at a front door with a cute handwritten note.

🌸 Gradually, the two of you begin to interact more, and naturally gravitate toward each other’s energy and finally getting to know one another; he’s over at your apartment most of the time, it’s cleaner and smells at lot more nice than his (in his opinion). It’s not that he’s dirty, he’s quite clean actually. It’s just that he prefers your apartment to his.

🌸 You find out that Sukuna is about ten years older than you, and was almost a volleyball player that almost went pro, had it not been for his father’s death. He lost all motivation for the sport, and eventually settled for doing numbers for his father’s company, taking up boxing as a side hobby. To which he was more than good at.

A year ago, he moved into these apartments, getting away from the corporate world had had dived into, opting to do things from home rather than in-person. His prior neighbors never stayed around for too long, not with the amount of noise coming from his apartment in the middle of the night. You’re honestly surprised the person below him hasn’t moved out yet either.

🌸 For Sukuna, he finds out that you almost didn’t get to graduate high school because of how much you’d been moving around. You’d gotten depression from leaving so many friends behind so often that you just made graduation by the skin of your teeth.

Now, you’re online for college, majoring in linguistics, all while working as a translator for a special needs school of Japanese children that are deaf. Through that, he finds out you speak several different languages as well.

God, your personality is just as sweet as the goodies you bake, huh?

🌸 There is one problem, however, when he comes over: your goddamn cats.

🌸 The white Maine Coon is for sure out to get him and make his life miserable, with his attempts at wooing you almost a failed attempt every single time. His name is Satoru, and he’s by far the most obnoxious cat he’s ever fucking met.

Why on Earth you’d give a cat a human name is beyond him. But the again, the fucking cat acts so human it’s disturbing — it almost kind of makes sense.

🌸 Satoru’s claws almost end up in his ass every time he walks through the front door. He can’t even stand openly, but has to stay against a wall or sit on the couch so the cat doesn’t get his claws into his backside. And he can tell that that damn cat has a smug-ass smirk on his face every time. How a cat can smirk, he’s unsure; but he just knows that the look on his face is the one of a smug little shithead that knows he’s gotten away with being a menace. Thankfully, you’re aware of his tendencies and can tell when he’s being more of an asshole than other times and get onto him.

🌸 The black Maine Coon, Suguru, isn’t as terrible, but he opts to creepily stare down at Sukuna from his cat tower rather than be proactive in his distaste. He studies him every second every time he comes over, paying attention to every single detail and movement Sukuna makes with you.

He’ll do things more subtly than his white counterpart, like “accidentally” wave his long, black fluffy tail into his cup of water you gave him. He’s just as much of a menace, although you don’t get onto him as often like the white one, because while you know Satoru is more of an extroverted menace, you just seemingly can’t see that Suguru is just as awful. (Mostly because you don’t actually see it.)

🌸 This goes on for months and months, Satoru scratching the behind of his pants as hard as he can to make it rip and getting white fur all over his clothes, and Suguru glaring down at him from his tower and putting his paws in Sukuna’s food. Although it becomes a little less as often because they’re seemingly growing used to him, as if they’re seeing that he actually makes you happy and finally get the sense that he isn’t just going to break your heart and throw you away.

🌸 And the growing approval of your cats seems to mean a lot to you.

“I picked them up off the streets,” you tell him after he asks about where you got the inseparable pair. “I found them as kittens in a cardboard box three years ago on the streets, drenched and matted in dirt and nasty water.”

You remember the day very clearly. It had just stopped raining, and just as you were about to head home, stopping at the vending machines before heading to your car, you heard animal-like cries of something small and weak. And sure enough, on the other side of the food machine, stuffed away in a tacky, ruined cardboard box, were two, rain-drenched kittens huddled together to keep warm.

That was the day you got two new cats, two new responsibilities. And although times got hard a few times, you’ve never regretted adopting them.

Sukuna gazes up at the two cats on the tower, sitting next to each other in the bed at the top. Their tails are intertwined, heads rubbing at each other’s necks lovingly. He would have never guessed that’s where you found them. From the looks of it, they he would’ve guessed they’d came from a pet store.

“So you’ve raised them since they were kittens,” Sukuna says. “They trust you with their lives. And looks like they love you unconditionally, too.”

“I’d like to think so,” you muse, sipping on your coffee. “Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it with how ornery they are.”

Sukuna keeps his eyes trained on the two cats in love. He’s slightly jealous, and no he’ll never admit it. He just hopes he can have that one day with you.

He just has to stop Satoru from ripping him a new one every time he comes through the door.

🌸 Your cats eventually grow fond of having him over, fond enough that they’re not being the usual mischievous selves when Sukuna puts his arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him when you invite him over for movie nights, not trying to bite his fingers off (Satoru) or sit between you both (Suguru).

🌸 After a year passes and you and Sukuna know each other, he finally gets to take you on a proper date after manning up. Although it’s not a restaurant date, since he knows you hate being looked at while eating. It’s a picnic by the ocean, with the weather nothing short of perfect.

🌸 Your attempts to leave your cats at home for said date, however, are fruitless, the pair determined to come with you and your now-boyfriend who declares himself as such after dessert just to piss off the pair of felines. Sukuna plants a big fat smooch on your lips, turning you into a giggly mess.

🌸 They in return, somehow find a stray kitten and plop it in his lap in return. The kitten isn’t as bad off as when you found Satoru and Suguru, but he’s just as scared. He immediately imprints on your oversized boyfriend, who secretly takes an instant liking to the orange-red (honestly a little pink, too) baby cat and becomes a cat dad.

Date not necessarily ruined. But definitely not what he had planned.

🌸 After a week of having, he fondly named the cat a human name — Yuuji, and the fur baby took just as much liking to it as his owner did him. You do have to teach him the ropes and warn your boyfriend that he’d better be ready to have some of his stuff deep-cleaned if Yuuji doesn’t get to the litter box in time.

Satoru and Suguru take to the kitten like two doting parents. And as much as they still kinda dislike your boyfriend taking you from them, they still help train him to use the litter box. (Long story short, they felt bad after seeing you cry after they’d tore up [and peed] all over your third couch and quit being as ornery as they used to be.)

A few months had passed since Sukuna got Yuuji plopped into his lap, since you two had become a couple. It was always amusing seeing your big boyfriend playing with such a small cat. Honestly, the cat looked like he was part tiger.

You feel overwhelmed with contentment. You have a good job, a wonderful boyfriend (who’s apparently secretly rich) who loves to give you kisses, and two cats who love you. You have enough now, so why was the universe trying to take that from you?

You don’t know how your ex got your number, but what you do know is that you have to tell Sukuna. No later than tomorrow.

You exhale. You can’t think about it. You’ll tell him. You’ll tell him tomorrow that your dyed blonde-haired ex wants to see you again. You’re hopefully of one thing though: that the moment your boyfriend meets your ex, you hope Sukuna has enough restraint to not beat the shit out of him.

“Baby, you okay?”

Sukuna’s brows are raised. One would miss the concern on his face if they didn’t know him as well as you do.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m good.” Woman up, girl, you tell yourself. “I do have something to tell you later. Just… remind me before dinner.”

The concern becomes more evident on his face, which prompts you to walk to him and kiss him.

“It’s nothing serious… I don’t think. Don’t worry,” you reassure him, partially reassuring yourself. “What we should worry about is what’s for dinner,” you joke. “Don’t think I can eat those leftovers.”

“Goddamn, I’m sorry I put too much salt in it.”

You laugh, wanting this happiness to ever be trampled on. You’ll do what you can to protect and keep it.

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 17 days ago

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What if he turned into a boat? Wait, not just a boat, a pirate ship

He can move around like Bucky from Jake and the Neverland Pirates

Maybe Ford hears about a ship that doesn't have any crew and never docks and goes to investigate

In case you haven't seen the show

Bucky can basically move every piece of himself

Can raise a single board to trip someone

Can ring his bell

He can't like, levitate a part of himself, has to be connected

Hey.

Hey what if he turned into the Stan O' War.

Stan gets kicked out, drives to the pier, cries his eyes out on the boat, rambles about how at least they have each other huh? Who needs Ford, he can make it-

He's sobbing. Cries and wears himself out, lays flat on the deck, watches a shooting star streak out across the sky and makes a not really serious wish to never have to leave or part from the one Stan that still cares about him. Falls asleep, worn out and just wishing he could sail away from it all.

Next day wakes up and he is a boat. Can somehow see and hear still, can control all the parts of himself, cannot talk, is out lost in the ocean. Made of wood.

Two ways this could go.

Mega angst, someone finds stans car, tells the Pines, they notice the boat is missing, and eventually, when he never shows up, is declared dead. Idiot went and sailed on a boat all by himself that wasn't sea worthy in the middle of the night they say, he's at the bottom of the sea with his makeshift boat. Ford gets slammed with mega depression because not only is he not going to his dream school his brother died the same night after a huge argument.

Other, slightly less angsty, way is that someone stole Stan's car the same night and Ford thinks Stan's fine. This is less sad but does mean when he does eventually find the boat later he's less inclined to think it's haunted.

But the angst is more fun so let's go with that :) Stan's dead and Fords here and he doesn't get anything he wanted in life and will never see his brother again. Fun times.

Still goes to college, still studies anomalies, decides to go to Gravity Cove, a small sea side town with a high concentration of anomalies both in the water and in the surrounding woods (and no he doesn't want to be near the ocean because it took his brother and it makes Ford feel close to him! Haha he is shoving those sad feelings down they are gone).

And what do you know one of the anomalies is a genuine ghost ship! It has no crew and sails up and down the coast, sometimes rescuing people sometimes ramming into other ships, where it's ghost crew snatches goods in the chaos!

It's Stan. He was drawn there years ago after a harrowing journey across the open sea where he got so lost and terrified the moment he saw land again he vowed never to go too far again. He's way to small for the large waves of the ocean and almost capsized several times.

Everyone was right, it was a kids dream. No way would they have made it on this tiny boat. Depressed boat hours around here.

Good thing he doesn't need to eat at least! Bad thing he can't talk. He's stuck in his own head, slamming doors and wiggling rope and messing with his sail. Bored out of his mind. Turns out life's boring, sailing out here by yourself. As a boat. Can't go to shore, because he's a boat. No one to talk to. For boat reasons.

He's lonely :(

So time to pick up drawing people as he comes by them and rob other ships with his rope arms. He can't use any the stuff but he found a little cove he can fit in and has a little treasure trove of stuff.

Then one day, minding his own business sailing around as he does, and he sees another tiny boat. He's seen it around before, it's some science guy who runs tests on the water and talks to the mermaids (mermaids are cool, they share the cove and made up a secret language where Stan moves parts of himself to communicate. Trades his goods for fun stories).

Easy enough to avoid the guy. He'll just sail around and...

Huh. The guys still heading his way. Whatever, Stan's a bro boat now, he knows all the tips and tricks to avoiding some guy.

Cue boat chase. Fords determined to get this ghost boat. Fails to do so. Tries again the next day! Fails again. This happens a few times over the span of a week or so before Ford grumbles and stomps around the cliffs to let off steam by making discoveries. The boats been here for a few years at least, he has time.

Then he finds the cove, all the stuff, and the Stan o' War. Its almost exactly how he remembers it, if a little older and worn (Stan had to learn how to repair himself and it was not fun with no hands or the ability to dock).

Ford gets hit with all kinds of emotions, but primarily anger. If the boats here, in great condition, with a pile of what looks like stolen goods, then that means Stan's around here! Stan! His brother! Who he thought was dead!

Starts yelling for Stan to show and explain himself, climbing aboard the ship to look for his brother.

Stan, who was doing the equivalent of dozing when Ford strolled in, freezes. What's Ford doing here? Why? How? What? Just sits there and let's Ford stomp around and go in his cabin and it's so weird because that's him but he's a boat? So it's fine but also no because this is Ford.

He looks very good. He has no idea how long it's been but Fords bigger, got nice clothes, looks like Stan didn't totally ruin Fords life like he did his own.

But also hes a boat and has no idea what to do here. Fords not gonna find anyone, his cabin has two unused beds and a bunch of Stan's coolest treasures he's stolen or traded the mermaids for, but no evidence anyone's ever lived here. So maybe Ford will leave and Stan can slip away?

No.

Fords not stepping off this boat until Stan gets back from whereever he wandered off to. He's not leaving until they have a conversation about stan letting everyone think he was dead >:(

Snoops around, touches all of Stan's things, mutters angrily and trips over all the shoddy boards and rope lying around (Stan is really trying to subtly shove him as best he can but it's hard without giving himself away).

When no Stan shows up Ford angrily makes his way into the cabin, sits on a bed (this boat is so small, when was it ever so small :() and refuses to move.

Then he falls asleep, wakes up in the middle of Stan trying to roll/ drag him out with rope. Everything freezes, Ford string wide eyed at the floating rope coming from the deck, the way the floor is tilted to move him, and the bed that was tilted sideways to roll him off.

Then chaos. Stan's trying to grab Ford to throw him off and Ford is not having it. Stan might be a boat but he has no hands to effectively pry Ford from the mast or railing. He can tug and shove all he wants, Ford is not moving until he has answers.

Then sad hours as Ford talks himself into thinking Stan's ghost is possessing the ship and Stan freaks out because he didn't think that was an option and oh god is he dead? Has he been dead this whole time? (No)

Then Stan's Fords boat for a bit, helping him with his research and sailing himself while they both mope about Stan being dead (he's not).

Not sure how it'd get resolved from there. Maybe Stan has to dock himself? Maybe wish another wish? Does Ford need to promise to sail with him again? Is he stuck like that forever?

If not he's gonna have a rough time readjusting to having a body and still wearing the same clothes he had when he disappeared

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #ford pines #boat stan #we have fun here in transform city

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onakomiyaki · 1 year ago

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WHAT IS THIS | dr3 x brabham!reader | lh44 x brabham!reader (platonic) - smau

summary : you got into dating rumor with lewis hamilton after your sudden appearance in bahrain gp 2021. and your friend is not happy at all.

fc : emily ratajkowski, pinterest.

a/n : this is part of 'just a silly crush' universe, so i suggest you to read it first <3 and also this is just a small break (i lost the chapter 3 and 4 on my draft brb crying)

y/nbrabham.official

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y/nbrabham.official alright i take back what i said about cars go vroom-vroom. y'all cool, i guess.

big thanks to @ mercedesamgf1 and @ tommyhilfiger for inviting me!

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user1 HELLO?!? F1 AND Y/N?!?!? WHAT DID I MISS?!?! WHEN WAS THIS?!

user2 she decided to wake up and choose chaos, because what the hell??!

lewishamilton Glad you came, Y/N! Come again next race? 😊

y/nbrabham okay hamilton, now you're pushing it too far 🙄

lewishamilton Well, at least I tried.😮‍💨

user3 HELLO?!?!? WHAT IS GOING ON

mercedesamgf1 Our best paddock girl! 🥰

y/nbrabham.official admin stop making me blush! 😳😳

user4 there's no daniel in the likes, what's going on?

user1 someone said that daniel is unfollowing her because she attend bahrain gp as lewis plus one, while he'd been trying to invite her since his debut race and she refuse to come.

user2 she's actually look sad and guilty when daniel refuse to look at her and avoided her at the whole race :(

user7 she doesn't deserve the spotlight :\ she only there because she is brand ambassador for tommy hilfiger. what did she knows about f1 anyway.

user5 GIRL SHE'S LITERALLY THE DAUGHTER OF DAVID BRABHAM?!?!

user4 blud is talking f1 knowledge to one of the brabham is crazy

mclaren maybe you can go to ours next race? 👀

redbullracing she will come to ours next, sorry.🫢

mercedesamgf1 BACK OFF I SAID 🤺🤺

user9 NAHHH THE ADMINS ARE ON IT AGAIN

y/nbrabham.official maybe... 🤔

user9 Y/N ?!?!?

danielricciardo posted a story!

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lewishamilton We out ✌🏾

Thanks for the photos and for supporting me, dear friend! @ y/nbrabham.official

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y/nbrabham.official i look like that one kid in meme... the one who smile at the burning house... what is this lewis... 🤨

lewishamilton You look fine, Y/N stop worrying so much! 😩

y/nbrabham.official i am a model, of course i worry about my image 😤😤

user6 DEAR FRIEND??!? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

lewishamilton She is my beloved friend! (I got rejected)

y/nbrabhams.official we are friends! (plz ignore lewis)

user44 HE GOT WHAT BY WHO?!?

user1 only y/n could reject THE lewis hamilton.

user10 i mean it is y/n, she can reject me, spit on me, call me names and i would still thank her

user12 @.user10 okay grandma, lets get you back to bed.

mercedesamgf1 looking' fresh 🔥🔥

user9 MAX I SEE YOU

user3 it is probably daniel stalking with max's phone

maxverstappen I have no comment on that.

user33 MAX?!?!?!?

user2 BOY BFR RIGHT NOW

user4 WHAT DID YOU KNOW MAX VERSTAPPEN

landonorris 😶

user5 LANDO NORRIS?!

user11 ohh so this is what daniel story meant.. (im delulu)

user14 wait you might be onto something since daniel unfollow y/n.. (let me join you)

user23 OKAY BED TIME FOR YOU TWO, CHOP CHOP

"lew, daniel unfollowed me on insta. what should i do?" you said, voice panicking through the call.

"calm down, y/n. i'll try and talk to him." lewis, voice groggy, said.

it was almost 4 a.m in imola, and lewis had just finish reading a book. meanwhile it was 1 p.m for you in australia, and he is kind enough to listen to your sudden panic call. daniel had unfollowed you and you just notice that because you are opening your twitter after a week away from it.

the whole bahrain gp literally flooded your timeline so you just opted to stay off the twitter. which proven not so wise because now you're left with few chapters behind.

first, daniel unfollowed you. which of course understandable regarding the situation you're in. but daniel hasn't give you a chance to even apologize because that man is ignoring your messages and call and he of course won't read your dm

second, you just notice most of the grid is following you. other than few friend that you know about a.k.a daniel's friends, lance stroll, valterri bottas, and even zak brown decided to joining the bandwagon. and you know it won't be long until your next grand prix invitation.

"he is angry, y/n. that is understandable. and also why didn't you tell me sooner about your whole anti f1 agenda? i can prevent this disaster happen, you know that."

"yeah i know, i should've at least talk to you... but tommy really want me to go! he personally talk to me lew, how can i say no to him?"

"okay, fair. by the way, we've been friend for how long now? 3 years?"

"around that, yes. why?"

"and how long you've been friend with daniel?"

"umm, 19 years 20? i can't remember"

"yeah that outta do it. anyways i'll try talking to him okay? he avoided me too, maybe i'll ask max verstappen to help. i better go to sleep now, its like almost 5 a.m and my body is screaming."

"okay, you do that. i'm gonna go with my lunch... thanks lew."

"anytime, y/n."

anna watch as you return to your table with a suspicious look on her face. she never see you this restless or this nervous after your 'beef' with elsa hosk back in 2017. anna had her suspicion that it is about bahrain and she knew that it is partially her fault as well, but who knows?

"who was it?" anna asked, sipping her virgin mojito.

"lewis hamilton." you simply said, taking of your sunny as you open the menu.

"ohh, you finally agreeing on that second date?"

"what? no! he trying to help me to talk to daniel again."

"oh right, daniel."

"he didn't block me, but he definitely ignore me." you said, voice dejected.

anna wave her hand, calling the waitress to finally take your orders. you frown at her as the waitress approach both of you.

"i didn't order yet." you said.

"you've been ordering the same thing in this restaurant for almost 10 years, y/n. trust me i know what you want."

so you pout your mouth, rolling your eyes as you let anna order for you. she's not wrong that's why you let her be. this restaurant is one of if not the only restaurant that you always go to whenever you visit perth. you went here first time ever with daniel, back when you are 16. this restaurant just open then and you are excited to let daniel drive you around after finally getting his driver license.

"have you tried calling max? he is daniel closest friend on track right?" anna suggest, looking at you silently.

"should i?"

"try it."

and so you did. you open your phone, hovering at the contact name as you hesitate to press the call button. i mean it is 5 a.m at imola anyway, he won't pick up. right?

"hello?"

"uhh, hi max. this is y/n brabham. sorry for bothering you this early."

"ah don't worry i already woke up an hour ago. what can i help you?

"its about daniel."

"oh, yeah. bahrain?"

"yeah, he is mad at me. he won't answer his phone, unfollowed me on everywhere, and just avoiding me."

"he is mad at you, that's for sure. but he won't be mad at you forever. trust me, i know."

anna watch you in silence and you just looked away from her, staring at the ocean. you know anna is being nosy, but you let her anyway.

"i want to apologize to him... but how?"

"well, i have an idea. you have place in monaco right?"

"yeah, i do have house in monaco. why?"

"okay, here's the plan."

next masterlist

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smau #f1 smau

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moonrise0111 · 1 year ago

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Karasuno on a plane

Headcanons

Daichi: is definitely a total pro at putting the bags in the overhead bin. If he sees anyone struggle for a millisecond, he's taking their bag and putting it up for them. He'd spend an hour ensuring all the bags were secure up there so nothing could possibly be damaged if the flight attendants didn't ask him to sit down.

Suga: is a perfect passenger for SURE. He has the utmost respect for the flight attendants and what they have to deal with, and he does his absolute best not to cause problems and to help alleviate any issues that may arise. He also doesn't mind or complain when annoying kids are on the flight. If there are any kids around him, he's definitely making silly faces and trying to entertain them as best he can to give their parent(s) a break.

Asahi: had a fear of flying since he was young, so he self-medicates and sleeps through the entire thing. He usually has to bring someone with him so they can wake him up after they land. He learned from that one time he flew by himself and ended up being woken up by a very concerned flight attendant who was afraid he died and in the commotion of him waking up, he spilled his water all over his pants. He’s still embarrassed from that day.

Nishinoya: is Asahi’s confirmed travel guide and personal alarm clock. He’s also a very light packer so he usually only has one bag for all of his things. Since Asahi is asleep for most of the flight he tries his best to entertain himself quietly (or as quietly as he’s going to get) for the bulk of the flight.

Tanaka: watches movies and laughs way too loud. I mean WAY too loud. He has to be asked to quiet down by the flight attendants. He also likes to play the mind numbing games that you can play on airplane mode. He’s on level 1467 of some sorting game.

Ennoshita: is extremely terrified of turbulence. He pays all of his attention to the safety demonstration and reads the safety booklet several times. He’s perfectly fine unless things get shaky.

Kinoshita: usually sleeps for most of the ride. The lull of the plane relaxes him and he’s out before the plane takes off. He doesn’t really bother anyone but his throat always hurts after he wakes up because he ends up breathing in a lot of dry air with his mouth open.

Narita: sits down with a good book and reads the entire flight. He’s read a 700 page book in one flight. Kinoshita was next to him and fell asleep around page 14 and woke up 650 pages later. He did it the first time because he forgot a bookmark. He regretted it after because he had nothing for the layover or the second flight.

Kageyama: is not very good with airport directions, so he usually barely makes the flight, if at all. He tries to be unproblematic and fails miserably. They never have any of the drinks he asks for and he simply cannot figure out how to work the small tv if he has one. He also hates when the vent is blowing on him and never remembers to download any music or movies to his phone. He also forgets his headphones.

Hinata: can NOT sit still. He’s the guy that is always walking up and down the aisle just to move his legs. The flight attendants have to keep asking him to sit down and he feels awful for inconveniencing them. He also talks to anyone willing throughout the flight. By the end of the flight he’s told at least three people his entire life story. He tries his best to figure out when people are done talking to him.

Tsukishima: spends about 70% of any flight he’s on trying his best to not throttle the small child that somehow ALWAYS ends up sitting next to him. The other 30% is him convincing himself that opening the doors and jumping off the plane just to avoid the screaming is a bad idea. He has his noise canceling headphones in at all times with music full blast but the wailing child never fails to break right through it. Murder is wrong Kei.

Yamaguchi: is the literal pro of airport snacks. His family is pretty well off so they went on far trips enough that Tadashi could determine where all the BEST snacks were in a bunch of airports. He always tries to get there early so he can bring snacks with him off the plane for his friends or family or whoever he’s visiting.

Yachi: somehow manages to convince herself the plane is going to go down and that these are her last moments. Plane rides are a bit of a draining experience for her. She also spills her drink either on herself or someone else every single time. She’s doing her best.

Kiyoko: watches movies and shows to pass the time. She usually goes for silly movies that will make her laugh quietly to herself. Her go to movie is Mamma Mia and go to show is ATLA.

Ukai: gets drunk on the plane. Enough said.

Takeda: has fallen asleep on the people next to him on several occasions. He’s mortified when he wakes up and apologizes profusely. But no matter what pillow he tries around his neck he seems to simply gravitate to the living being that just wants to make it through this flight unbothered.

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candycandy00 · 11 months ago

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My Sweet Pet - A Suo x Reader x Sakura Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

You’re a hybrid cat girl in a pet shop, and Sakura Haruka is a fellow hybrid in the cage beside you. After becoming friends, he promises to protect you. A week later, you’re both purchased by Suo Hayato.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Fem reader. Hybrid AU. Suo and Sakura are bisexual. Oral sex. Overstimulation. Lots of cum. Use of aphrodisiacs. Threesome. Voyeurism. Humiliation. Dividers by @anitalenia and @benkeibear!

Thunder crashes, making you cry out in fear. You’ve always been terrified of storms, your sensitive ears picking up the rumbling thunder far too loudly. You sit up in bed and look around the large, empty room. For the first time since Suo brought you here, you miss your cage. At least then you were right next to Haruka, and during storms he would hold your hand through the bars and talk to you despite his shyness.

Maybe he’s still awake! You pull back the covers, pull on a dress just to avoid being naked, and head down the hallway to Haruka’s room.

It’s been a week since the two of you made love for the first time, and he told you he loves you too. Since then you’ve only had sex one more time, during one of your nightly sessions in Suo’s room. While you’d like to be intimate with Haruka more often, and you think he wants to as well, you’re both too shy to initiate anything on your own.

As for Suo, he’s never had sex with you yet. You’ve pleased him with your mouth and hands, and he’s pleased you with his, but nothing more. Does he not want to? Or… does he think you only want to do that with Haruka?

The truth is that you’ve fallen for Suo just as you fell for Haruka. You love both of them.

You stop outside Haruka’s door and knock very lightly. If he’s asleep, you don’t want to wake him. There’s no answer, so you crack the door and peek in. You can hear him snoring softly, see the vague shape of him sprawled on the bed in the dark.

Closing the door quietly, you sigh and head back down the hall. Thunder cracks again, making you yelp and shudder.

There was no session in Suo’s room tonight. He had to go to some sort of meeting and told you and Haruka to “have fun without him”. The two of you ended up watching a movie together on the couch.

Suo said he would be home late, but looking closely, you can see light coming from under his door further down the hall. Is he home? And awake?

You walk to his door and start to knock, but hesitate. He’s probably tired from his meeting. Deciding you shouldn’t bother him, you turn to walk back to your room. That’s when you hear his voice carry through the door.

“Is someone there?”

You stop. “Um, it’s just me,” you say.

“Would you like to come in?”

You open the door slowly and step inside. Suo is sitting up in bed, a laptop open in his lap. You notice right away that his eyepatch is gone, but his hair is hanging over his face, covering his right eye.

“I’m sorry to bother you.”

He smiles. “You’re no bother. I was just looking over some financial reports. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes, everything’s fine!” you say, a little flustered. “I was just having trouble sleeping and-“

Thunder cracks loudly, so hard that the windows rattle. You shriek and cover your ears, hunkering down in terror. Once the thunder quiets, you look up and see Suo closing his laptop. He pulls back the covers and says, “Do you want to come lay beside me until the storm passes?”

“But, you must be tired…”

He pats the bed. “I’m not tired at all. Come.”

Your heart beats a little faster as you walk over to his bed and crawl in beside him, under the covers. You’re not sure how close you should get, so you stay several inches away from him.

“Did your meeting go well?” you ask, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yes, very well. Thank you for asking,” he replies, his tone polite as always.

Another crack of thunder, and you wince, closing your eyes tightly. Suo moves closer, wrapping one arm around you. “It’s okay,” he says gently, “the storm will pass soon.”

You look up at him, your face flushing with heat at his closeness. It’s strange, but somehow you feel more shy in this situation than you do when you’re sucking his cock.

He’s smiling down at you warmly, and you snuggle in closer against him.

“Have you always been scared of thunder?”

he asks you, his hand absently rubbing your arm.

“For as long as I can remember,” you tell him. “The noise startles me even when I know it’s coming.”

“I’ll be here with you,” he says, “so don’t worry.”

As he speaks, his head tilts slightly, causing his hair to fall across his face and uncover his right eye. Or rather, where his right eye should have been. There’s a mess of scar tissue surrounding the empty socket, spreading out slightly. He notices you looking, and reaches toward his eyepatch on the nightstand.

“I’m sorry, this must frighten you. I’ll cover it up,” he says.

“No, please,” you say, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. “It’s not frightening at all! I’m happy you let me see.”

He pauses, looking at your face. His expression softens. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

Thunder strikes again, and you bury your face in his shoulder, pressing yourself further against him. You notice something then, a firm bulge in his lap. Your eyes move to his face. “Suo,” you say, carefully watching his reaction, “can I… touch you?”

He hesitates for a moment, then smiles. “You can do whatever you want, kitten.”

Slowly, you slide one hand down his body, under the covers, and softly rub the bulge between his legs through his silk sleep pants. You can feel him getting harder under your touch, and you keep eye contact as you slip your hand beneath his pants. His breathing gets a little faster as you grip his warm shaft and move your hand up and down it.

Still staring at his face, you ask, “Suo, do you not want to have sex with me?”

He reaches down and puts his hand on yours, stopping your motion. “We don’t have to do that. You have Sakura, right?”

Ah, so your guess was right! He thinks you only love Haruka! You suddenly pull the covers back and roll over onto him, straddling his lap, your knees on either side of him. In one quick motion you pull your dress over your head and toss it aside. Suo’s lone eye moves down your naked body, his face looking surprised.

Your face is burning with embarrassment, but you won’t back down now. “Y-you said I can do whatever I want, right?”

His hands are at his sides, but you can feel his cock throb against your skin. He must feel how wet you are already. “Yes, whatever you want,” he says.

You’ve never had sex in this position before, but it looked very pleasurable in the demonstrations you saw as part of your training. You rise up slightly and use your hand to position him right, then you sink down onto his cock. You gasp, realizing this position lets him go very deep very quickly.

His hands move to your thighs, gripping them as you begin moving up and down, riding him with your head tossed back, moaning his name.

You glance down at him and see that he’s watching you intently, as if he’s transfixed. You lean over him, putting your face close to his. “Suo… I do love Haruka… but I love you too! My heart beats for both of you!”

His eye goes impossibly wide, a faint pink tint to his face. You’ve never seen him blush before. Then, as if a thread stretched tight within him suddenly snapped, he rises up, pulling you tighter to him and thrusting up into you. His mouth finds yours, kissing you with more passion than he’s ever displayed before.

There’s a strange desperation in the way his arms encircle you, pulling you so close that it feels like your bodies will meld into one. There’s a hunger in the way his lips kiss your neck. That’s when it dawns on you: Suo is lonely. You’ve seen no sign of any family or friends since you’ve been here, only the hired servants whom he seems to have little interaction with.

You understand that feeling. Before Haruka was brought into the shop, you were the only cat hybrid there for three days, but before that, you were at a different shop for nearly a year with no other cats. Even earlier, in training, you had no friends to speak of. You were different from the other cats - more timid and quiet.

You’re sure Haruka understands as well. He clearly wasn’t socialized like most hybrids. For him to be as feral as he was when he was brought in, he was probably alone for most of his life.

And now the three of you are together.

You place your hands on Suo’s face, looking closely at him as you both breathe hard. You lean forward and lick over his scar, gently, as if trying to heal him.

In response, his grip on you tightens, and his hips lift from the bed, plunging into you even deeper. It feels so good, being fucked so deeply by someone you love. Feeling him inside you, against you, pushes you to your climax.

Thunder crashes again, just as you cum. But this time, wrapped in his arms, his seed shooting into your depths, you hardly even notice it.

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Sakura has noticed the change. How could he not? He’s hyper aware of two specific people at all times: his new owner Suo, and the woman he loves. For the past few days, they’ve seemed closer, more comfortable with each other. On one hand, Sakura is relieved that Suo has seemingly developed feelings for her. It means he’s very unlikely to hurt her (and makes any implied threats empty). On the other hand, Sakura can’t help wanting to have that same sense of closeness and comfort.

He feels it with her, of course. The two of them spend so much time together. But he doesn’t feel it with Suo. He’d rather die than admit he wants to though.

The attraction he feels to Suo is purely physical. That’s what Sakura has told himself since Suo bought him. With that ridiculously pretty face, Suo could seduce anyone. But now, Sakura wonders if that’s all there is to it. He finds himself wanting to talk to the other man, but holding back.

These complicated feelings are swirling in Sakura’s heart when Suo calls the two cats to his room for their “nightly session” as they call it.

Sakura walks in, with her behind him. She rarely seems nervous or shy now, instead seeming excited. He’s excited too, his cock already growing hard in anticipation, as if it’s a natural reaction to walking into this room. God, Suo already has them trained.

Suo is waiting for them with that irritating smile on his face. He crosses the room and kisses her on the cheek affectionately, then regards Sakura with the usual oddly blank expression before telling the cat to sit on the floor.

Sakura does so, sitting with his thighs spread and his ankles crossed in front of him. Suo steps over and squats down in front of him, reaching up with graceful fingers to unbutton Sakura’s shirt. As Suo’s hands move down, grazing over Sakura’s abdomen, the cat blushes red despite his best attempts not to.

Suo moves around behind Sakura, dropping down to his knees behind his pet and nimbly opening Sakura’s pants. Suo’s soft hand slides down into Sakura’s pants and grips his semi-hard cock, then moves up and down it with light, feathery strokes.

Sakura fights to hold back a moan, pressing the back of his fist against his mouth to smother the sound. Suo’s touch feels too good, too soft, for Sakura to ignore. He can feel himself getting harder in the other man’s hand. Then he hears Suo’s voice behind him, close to his ear.

“Kitten, let’s give Sakura a treat tonight. Take off your dress for him.”

Without hesitation, she pulls off her dress, dropping it to the floor at her feet. Sakura looks at her, and all hope he had of keeping himself from getting fully hard is gone in an instant. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it always takes his breath away. She’s so beautiful, and seeing her so exposed and vulnerable for him, knowing he and Suo are the only ones who get to see this lovely sight, makes his whole body heat up.

“Come to us,” Suo tells her, then pauses and says, “I know! Get on your knees and crawl to Sakura.”

Sakura frowns, looking up at her sharply. “You don’t have to do that!”

But she’s already getting on the floor and beginning to crawl toward him on her hands and knees. Oh fuck, she looks so good like this! She’s staring at him, at his open pants, at Suo’s wrist peeking out from the fabric.

As she nears them, Suo pulls Sakura’s cock out, his hand still stroking Sakura’s length. She gets impossibly close, her eyes glassy as they watch Suo’s gliding hand. “Haruka,” she says in such a sweet voice, “can I lick it?”

Sakura feels like his face is on fire as he breathes hard. He nods, watching her, enraptured as she leans forward and licks his tip. Her saliva mixes with his precum, and Suo’s thumb circles the tip, spreading it all around as she licks along the shaft.

A groan escapes Sakura’s mouth. Everything feels so fucking amazing. Suo’s hand expertly stroking him, her warm mouth closing around him, suckling his leaking fluids… it’s almost too much.

She takes him deeper into her mouth as Suo’s hand remains at the base, making gentle twisting motions. Suo’s free hand slides down between Sakura’s thighs and lightly squeezes his balls. Sakura shudders between the two of them, feeling weak.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Suo asks. “Go ahead and cum in her cute little mouth. She wants you to.”

Sakura glances down at her questioningly. She nods, not letting him slip out of her mouth. “Mmhmm,” she mumbles around him.

Oh fuck. This is his shameful fantasy come true. The thought of sullying her sweet mouth with his cum…

His will to fight any of this melts away, and he cums with a groan, filling her with his seed.

Suo’s hands pull away, but her lips remain wrapped around him, sucking out the last drops.

Sakura is barely aware of the other man standing up and moving around, only to sink down to his knees behind her.

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When Suo lowers himself behind you, you can’t help being embarrassed even now. After all, you’re on the floor, your face in Haruka’s crotch, your ass in the air.

“Keep doing that until Sakura cums again,” Suo tells you, and you’re happy to comply. Having Haruka in your mouth makes you feel giddy with pleasure. His soft cock is already starting to get hard again as you lovingly lick and suck on it.

Haruka makes a sound that’s half moan, half whine, and you hear fabric rustling behind you as Suo gently pushes your knees apart. His fingers slide up and down your slit. “She’s dripping, Sakura,” he says, making you blush even more. “I guess sucking you off turns her on.”

Haruka’s cock twitches in your mouth, fully erect now. Just then, you feel Suo slide his own cock inside you from behind, going all the way in. You cry out around Haruka’s cock, the motion pushing you further against him, pressing him further down your throat.

“F-fuck!” Haruka mutters, his hand swiftly moving to your head to steady you.

Oh god, they’re both inside you!

Suo begins thrusting into your quivering pussy, slowly but deeply, each thrust rocking you forward on Haruka’s cock. Suo’s hand rubs down your back, along your spine, until it reaches your tail. He grips it, firmly but not hard, then gives it a light tug. Your whole body jerks. You didn’t even realize how sensitive the base of your tail is! You moan, your tongue swirling around Haruka’s tip.

You’re feeling delirious as pleasure fills you, and in the midst of this, you hear Suo’s voice again as he leans slightly over you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re sucking Sakura’s cock,” he says to you, then he raises back up, thrusting a little faster now. “Isn’t that right, Sakura?”

You glance up at Haruka’s red-tinted face. He looks away from you awkwardly. “She’s always pretty,” he says.

Suo laughs. “Well, that’s true! She’s really pretty when she’s eating dinner and starts humming without realizing it!”

Eh?? You didn’t know you’d been humming!

“Or,” Haruka adds, his eyes shifting back to your face, “when she first wakes up and her hair sticks up everywhere.”

“Or when she gets excited and this cute little tail starts swinging around!” Suo says, squeezing your tail just enough to make jolts of pleasure shoot through you.

Haruka’s eyes looking down at you are so warm and loving. “Or when she’s in the garden and puts a flower in her hair… she’s so beautiful.”

Your face is burning, listening to them talk about you so adoringly even as their cocks throb inside you. A particularly deep thrust from Suo shoves you forward, Haruka’s cock going halfway down your throat. He grunts, his hand tightening in your hair.

“Are you close again?” Suo asks him.

Haruka nods.

“Hold on, let’s cum in her at the same time,” Suo says.

The thought thrills you. You hear their voices, speaking back and forth to get the timing right, your body so stimulated that you can hardly make out their words.

And then, they both cum, within two seconds of each other, filling both your mouth and your pussy. The sensation is enough to make you cum as well, your body trembling between them as they stay buried inside you on both ends.

Ahhh, the feeling of being stuffed so full of the two men you love!

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Suo is in a good mood as he walks through the front door, getting home late from another meeting. He told his two kitties to enjoy themselves in his room as usual, but he doubts they did so. Last time, according to one of the maids, the two of them watched a movie. They could be strangely shy when he’s not there to spur them on, despite it being obvious that they’d both like to enjoy each other’s bodies more.

As he walks down the hall toward his room, he hears a sound that causes him to pause. It’s a desperate, mewling cry, as if begging for mercy. Are they actually in his room? At this hour?

Almost at the same time, he notices what looks like trash strewn about the carpeted hall. He bends down to pick up a torn open box, and his eye widens.

A few days ago, he’d picked up a box of catnip cookies, thinking he might let his kitties try them during a session. The box warned to only give your cat hybrids one cookie at a time, spaced a few hours in between, as the catnip has a powerful aphrodisiac effect.

The box, which had contained twenty-four cookies, is empty.

Among the debris in the hallway, he spots a familiar dress and a white shirt, both looking as if they’d been tossed aside in a hurry.

Suo stares at his own bedroom door as the cries coming from inside intensify.

“Seriously?” he asks aloud, then laughs as he walks over and opens his door.

He finds his two kitties. The sweet woman he’s come to love so much is sprawled on his desk, all its former contents littering the floor. She’s completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Sakura devours her pussy.

Sakura’s shirtless, his pants open, one of his hands furiously stroking his cock while the other holds her open.

Stepping closer, Suo can see that she’s got tears in her glazed eyes, her skin flushed and sweaty as she murmurs things like, “Haruka… I love you…” and “I can’t take anymore!” She’s clearly overstimulated, and Suo can’t even tell if Sakura can hear her.

He taps Sakura’s shoulder to get his attention, and the cat looks up at him with equally glazed eyes. There’s a puddle of creamy cum on the desk beneath her squirting pussy, and Sakura’s lips and chin are dripping.

Suo smiles. “I see you found the catnip cookies.”

Sakura doesn’t reply, only stares at Suo with that lusty gaze.

“Let me have a taste of her,” Suo tells him, starting to nudge him aside.

But Sakura suddenly straightens up and grabs Suo by the collar, jerking him close and kissing him. Suo can taste her on Sakura’s tongue as it invades his mouth. He finds himself leaning into the kiss, eventually licking along Sakura’s chin. When they separate, Sakura goes back to eating her pussy.

Suo steps around to look down at her face, and notices that it’s covered in Sakura’s cum. He strokes her hair as she stares up at him and says, “Suo… love you…”

These two! They’ve become so precious to Suo that he thinks he could easily kill for them.

“I love you too, kitten. Now,” he says, unbuttoning his pants, “since your face looks so lovely painted in cum, let me add my own color.”

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Bless Your Heart | PROLOGUE: SUNKEN EYES

The places our minds can go, the beauty we can see, and the feelings that we, ourselves, can only imagine. Oh, the places your heart will go.

tread lightly ⋆⋆⋆ pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy symptoms (cravings, morning sickness, changes in the body), mentions of food, character death, angst, a bit suggestive

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Wrap, wrap, wrap, and pull. Wrap and pull, wrap and pull.

Tempest hummed a melody to keep up with the pattern in her lap. Milky brown, light pink, and cream white yarn was all around her.

A friend showed her how to weave the soft material some years ago. She even helped her to start it, but it wasn’t until now that Tempest felt that completing it was her biggest goal.

Her fingers tremble as she holds the crochet needle in her hand, peach nails getting stuck against the string.

“Shit,” she whispers. The ring on her left hand snags against her square, ruining the pattern and her pace.

Slumping back, she drops her head on the seat of the coach, the feeling of the floor bringing her solitude.

Everything has been off.

Just a few weeks ago, she had been fine. Enjoying life, riding through the water with Magenta, eating dill pickles and boiled peanuts, and more importantly, knocking boots with her husband.

It was exhilarating.

Then irritation set in soon after.

Pork rinds never made her wanted to upchuck more than they did three afternoons ago. The smell in the air after opening the plastic was like her uncle clogging up the bathroom during Easter dinner.

She saw a charm with a mama deer cuddling her baby deer and startled the entire jewelry department with how hard she sobbed.

One night, the atmosphere was just right with candlelight and glasses of wine, but one hand on her nipples ruined the mood. It felt like someone or something had been pushing and pulling against her breasts all night.

To top it all off, she felt exhausted. Going to bed as early as 7 PM, waking up far too late to feed the chickens.

It was all too much.

Her last straw was running out on the dinner her husband made for her. Usually, she could muster up a smile and fight her way through the burnt veggies. Last night though, one bite of sour green beans had her tripping over herself to get to the toilet bowl.

He was distraught, one hand rubbing her back and the other holding back her dangling necklaces.

After that, she decided to do what she was avoiding for way too long.

A piece of white and blue plastic laid over a napkin on the bathroom counter. Black ink on the tiniest screen set her heart into motion. A decision of a lifetime sat in the pit of her stomach.

Right now, she felt more comfortable holding the empty trash can over her lap and finding relief.

A tug on the yarn distracts her. Looking down, she smiles at the three-month-old kitten.

“At least you’re having fun, Maple,” Tempest says. She rubs a hand on her kitten’s belly, laughing as she kicks at the yarn. “My happy baby.”

She was as big as ever, putting the stray cats around the farm to shame.

“I hope your Papa is happy.”

Maple paid her no mind, jumping at the string she was shaking above her.

Tempest stayed on the floor, waiting. Her mind was elsewhere as a gameshow panned across the TV screen.

The living room got darker and darker. Maple was curled up on top of her ruined square pattern, huffing big as she slept.

It’s not until she perks up and runs off her lap, squealing with all that she’s got, that Tempest notices that her husband is home.

“Roe!”

She smiles, listening to him fuss at Maple for climbing.

“This damn cat likes to climb me more than the 200 dollar cat tree we bought her.”

He sits on the floor next to his wife, holding Maple in one hand and wrapping around Tempest with the other.

“That would make two of us,” Tempest hummed.

He kissed her, groaning as her thumb pressed against his ear.

Their foreheads touch, and he rubs his nose against hers.

“How are you feeling today?”

“About the same. How was your day?”

“Same old thing. Nothing exciting until I got back here. ‘M more worried about you, though. You gave me a scare yesterday, Roe.”

She closes her eyes and sighs, hands forming loose fists in front of his shirt. Her heart was pounding and the AC wasn’t helping the heat forming over her skin.

“Hey,” he says. He cradles her head in his hand. “Everything ok? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Anything?”

“You were there when I was out on my ass with just a t-shirt covering my closest parts and a rottie on my tail.”

Tempest snickered, “You had no business playing around with those dogs. And they showed out, too.”

“You were also there when I was drunk out of my mind, serenading you in the middle of the night.”

“Almost woke up the entire dorm with The Temptations. How could I forget?”

“And when I lost bareback for the first time. And when Pops almost knocked me into the grave. And when I fought with my brother. And when your family was ready to rough me up-”

“Miguel. I’m pregnant.”

His smile pauses, face shifting as he looks back and forth between Tempest’s eyes.

“What?”

She got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her proof. She hands it to Miguel and hugs her legs close.

“I’m…pregnant. I don’t know how far along, but I haven’t been feeling good for a few weeks.”

Miguel reads the test over and over until the lines blur.

“Oh, Hare, I-I know. I know we’re still building our time together. And I still want that for us,” she wipes the tears falling from his face, the ones that match her own. “We’ll figure this out. If you don’t want the baby, we can go somewhere and, and we can make them go away. I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“But what about you? Do you want the baby?”

Tempest’s lips curl in and out. It feels like he can see right through her.

“Yes, more than anything.”

He pulls her to his lap as soon as she finishes the sentence. Maple jumps on the couch.

“Then, I’m going to be a Daddy.”

Tempest smiles through her tears, laugh bubbling up. Miguel joins in, hands clasping against hers.

“You want to be?”

“No better time than now, Temp. We’ll give ‘em the world.”

“The world and then some.”

Miguel gets up and spins her around, the sound of her laughter louder than the live studio audience over the TV speakers.

“I…I’m gonna be a Daddy!”

Her face hovers over his as she scans his expression.

There was a glow on his skin that she would be soon to match. A fire lighting him up from inside.

“You’re gonna be a Daddy, Guel.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she turns her nose up at the plates he brought home, she’s still beautiful.

“These are your favorite!” Miguel holds out meat from a crab leg.

She gags, tears threatening to break free, “And right now they’re making me want to mess up your shoes.”

He takes the meat back and takes a bite. He furrows his brow, “Actually, I don’t even know if they cooked this right.”

“Spit it out.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as her favorite pants can no longer button up and she’s sprawled out over the bed about to cry, she’s still beautiful.

“I’ll buy you more pants, Roe,” Miguel sighs as he pulls on a different jacket.

“But these ones make my ass look amazing. And I’m bloated.”

“It always looks amazing. You always look amazing. That’s not going to change ‘cause of some denim.”

“But you always end up eating me up like a sundae because of these.”

He pauses, turning to her as she throws an arm to her forehead dramatically.

“If that’s what you wanted,” his jacket is thrown to the floor, “all you had to do was ask.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she’s staring at Miguel in disbelief, rubbing a cold towel across his face, she’s still beautiful.

“You’re irritating me right now.”

“When you get sick in the morning, so do I.”

“I didn’t get sick today, Hare.”

“But I did!”

“What are you going to do when this baby catches a cold? Gets a stomach bug? Breaks a bone?”

He turns his head on her lap, face pressed against her barely visible bump.

“Take care of it. Then, come lay in your arms.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she nearly jumps through the ceiling when the doctor lays the gel over her stomach, she’s still beautiful.

“I can never get used to that,” Tempest mumbles.

Miguel kisses her head, “You never liked the cold.”

The two of them are holding hands like they’re freefalling on an amusement park ride watching the transducer go over Tempest’s skin.

His heart is drumming so loud against his chest, Miguel almost thinks it’s his baby instead.

“Alright, family. Would you like to hear your baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes, please.” Miguel can’t help it.

Like the horses galloping across the plains, the sound fills the room.

Tempest shudders out a laugh of relief, of joy, as she leans her cheek on their clasped hands.

“Oh, Miguel. I think that’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard.”

He hums in agreement, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Would you all like to know the gender?”

The two nod. Days of wondering have led to this.

The probe moves and Miguel’s thumb moves over the back of Tempest’s hand as a reminder to breathe.

“It looks like a perfectly healthy baby girl!”

Tempest shouts, all of her intuition and old wives’ tales were validated. She’s getting the girl she wanted.

Miguel hopes she looks like Tempest because Tempest is so beautiful.

Even as she crosses off Miguel’s first choices for a name, she’s still beautiful.

“Why don’t you like Mist? It’s us, Roe! Miguel and Tempest. Mist!”

“We are not naming our baby after condensation, Hare. No.”

“With the way you’re going, her initials are going to be GMO. A farmer’s daughter with the initials GMO? A future cowgirl with GMO on the back of her shirt? Really?”

“It could be cute!”

“It could be lethal.”

Tempest huffs, “Well what else do you have?”

He flips a page in his notepad, “Tempel.”

“Like a temple? You know you would hate that. You barely like stepping foot in a church pew”

“Touché,” he drags his pen down the page, “Teguel.”

“Sounds like kegal. Do you want her to get bullied? Do you really want that for our child?”

He laughs, thinking the frown on her face is beautiful.

Even as she sits a package of frosted sugar cookies and ranch on her stomach for dipping, she’s still beautiful.

“This is rancid.”

“I think you mean delicious. I’m gonna try pickles wrapped in Rice Krispies treats next. Oh! And dill pickle chips with strawberry ice cream. I heard that’s the best.”

“And I need to go get these things now?”

“I suggest you do, unless you want to sleep in Magenta’s stall.”

“Yes, honey.”

He thinks she’s beautiful when she hands him the keys to the truck.

Even as he comes running to the bathroom when she yells his name, she’s still beautiful.

There’s an open half a gallon of milk in his hands and his tank is dangling over his shoulders.

“I think she just kicked!”

He’s not sure where the milk lands, but he’s on his knees, hands on Tempest’s stomach in a heartbeat.

He waits and waits, eyes going from her dark skin to her anticipating face.

Then he calls out to her.

“Baby girl, it’s me. It’s Papa!”

Three sharp kicks have Miguel squeezing around Tempest’s legs tight, pressing long kisses where she left an impression.

Tempest runs her fingers through his short hair softly and hugs him close.

“You got milk all over my floor.”

When she directs his mopping from her pregnancy pillow from the bed, he teases her about being beautiful.

Even with her exhausted state, trying to sleep through his soft chords, she’s still beautiful.

“You would think that this would keep her up, and yet, here we are singing lullabies at 2 AM.”

“I’ll keep humming, Roe. You just rest up.”

The timbre of his voice and his fingers sliding across guitar strings warms the chilly bedroom. His back is piled with two quilts while Tempest keeps a thin bed sheet just under her hips.

As she finally sleeps, Miguel thinks she’s beautiful.

Even when she stands in the mirror, taking in every last change to her body, he knows she’s still beautiful.

He stands behind her, rubbing cocoa butter into her skin. He follows the stretch marks up her stomach in awe. They remind him of roots of a tree, intertwining and intricate.

When he finds her face through the glass, she’s glowing. The black finger waves she sported eight months ago have turned into a small, curly fro with hot pink tips.

“You’re gorgeous today, Mama Roe,” Miguel whispers.

“Thank you, baby.”

The two of them cradle her stomach, sinking into the late afternoon. Maple is asleep upside down on an ottoman having tired herself out from chasing butterflies in the grass.

“Are you ready? To be a daddy?”

“Never been more ready. I got my pink hatband and everything.”

Tempest beams, “I guess it don’t get more ready than that, huh? You got your pink spurs, too?”

“You better know it.”

His words tickle her so, she laughs in his arms for what feels like hours.

She’s so…

Beautiful.

With lips like a heart and a sharp cupid’s bow to match. The top lip darker than the bottom and a mouth like a sailor.

Hair so thick, she cuts it off to not deal with it. The finest pixie cut you’ll ever see. Waves curling deeper than the ocean, grown a little and dyed for fun.

Toned thighs and a once hard stomach from pulling stubborn pigs riding horses without a saddle. Low-rise jeans in almost every shade adorned her closet.

Her eyes are like the sun setting in the summer. Warmer in the depth of the night, holding his heart close, leaving him bare. Orange and burnt umber. Somehow, yellow could make it through. Black pupils with nearly white, shining highlights.

Too beautiful.

“Daddy?”

Miguel breathes in sharp, the smell of freshly cut grass cutting his senses.

A monarch lands on a sunflower planted in the rose gold vase and he blinks.

His knees are starting to go numb and the sun is blaring against his back. He reads over the stone one more time.

A heart like no other, A soul that shines bright

Tempest Monroe-O’Hara

Miguel sniffs as a loose strand of hair goes across his cheek and a face slots against the side of his, nearly knocking his hat off. It’s a familiar feeling.

“Almost ready to go?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, I’m almost finished. I promise.”

“Ok, I’m going to wait on the back of the truck!”

She squeezes his neck and runs to the truck bed, not before her little hands grasp his own.

He rubs his hands against his jeans, head ducking as he thinks.

“Every day, she’s growing up to be more and more like you, Roe,” he chuckles. His throat is tight and some spots on his pants go from dark blue to navy. “Impatient as ever.”

He takes off his hat and looks at the embroidery on the inner rim. The once anticipated date staring back at him is not too far off from the sunset on the marble before him. The pink hatband is still intact.

“And she’s just as beautiful.”

The butterfly dances from the flower to his hat, wings slowly expanding and pinching.

“I hope you’re still watching her grow. I hope you’re still watching us and smiling up there.”

A dragonfly lands next to the butterfly, its abdomen shaking swiftly with iridescent wings buzzing away.

“Daddy!” Gabriella yells. “C’mon! We’re going to miss our show!”

The two insects twist together as they fly off, cool and warm colors mixing with the grass. Miguel sees them off until they become miniscule.

“I guess you heard the princess. Can’t miss our show.”

Miguel gets up and places his hat back on his head. He presses a hand from his lips to the top of the stone.

“Te amo, Roe.”

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remiivu · 8 months ago

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Ghostly Companion-- Chapter 3

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So sorry for the wait! My ribs are really tender right now so I took an extra day to avoid moving my arms as much.

This is mostly a lot of introspective word-vomit (and adorable Mr. Crawling!) Have fun and enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning, bleary-eyed and limbs heavy, you didn’t quite register the weight on your stomach until it moved, long strands of hair falling directly onto your face and into your mouth.

“Pff–” You spit out, eyes blinking open to see your brand new companion looking delightful and far too energetic for whatever time in the morning it is.

“Hello!” He greeted happily. “You ∎∎∎!”

“Good morning…” You manage to groan out, gently pushing the brunt of his weight off your chest and watching as he rolls to your side.

You sigh, taking a few spare moments to fully wake up before hauling yourself up, carefully unwinding the gray arms wrapped around your body. Your morning routine was quick, methodical, and you hardly realized when you finished draping your futon on the balcony to air out until you approached your now-empty tatami mats and only saw Mr. Crawling sitting down patiently.

You… weren’t quite sure what to do now. Breakfast, maybe? Do ghosts need breakfast? You don’t recall ever seeing Mr. Crawling eat anything at all during your short amount of time together, but maybe that was because his world was a barren wasteland. You certainly saw other evidence of human-eating ghosts in his world.

Would his behaviors be similar to all those myths and legends– or at least to his fellow ghosts? Getting… human flesh to feed him wouldn’t be easy, if he liked it at all. But, you’d much rather him feast on someone else rather than on your own flesh if your hunch was right. You doubt he’d do much else than nibble at an unimportant limb, but you also never experienced a grumpy Mr. Crawling– or any version of him that wasn’t incessantly pleasant and sweet. He could go crazy, and you, the idiot who housed him and let him cuddle up against your vital organs, would be first in line to his stomach.

That won’t do. You made it out of a near death-match once already. You’re keeping yourself and your lovely prize of a companion safe and happy. Even if it means having to go elbow deep in blood. While somewhat chilling, the thought bringing up those unfortunate memories, you find it easier to think about knowing that the blood would be from someone you don’t even know.

An unimportant stranger. A stupid stranger.

Well, finding a person would still take some time. A part of your mind wanders back to the mountains where numerous people are said to have gone missing throughout the year– something to do with another ghost wearing a raincoat and umbrella. An urban legend, but one that’s pretty widely believed in these parts of the city. You don’t find it to be true– after all, you’ve been stuck there before and came out perfectly fine each and every time, so it must be other peoples’ lack of survival skills that killed them out there.

Which was great, honestly. You’d be able to chalk everything up to a nonexistent being. People wouldn’t bat an eye at a nice, young, and good-looking person such as you wandering around in cute looking clothes and ‘empty’ hands. Harmless. A naive adult who was curious and ‘stuck close to the trails.’ You could do that. Besides, it would only be for a few hours every… few weeks, maybe? You imagine harvesting human flesh to be something like cattle– one body would last a very long amount of time in the deep freezer.

Yeah. That would also fit into your schedule, so it all works out. The tedious part would be just finding a loner you could convince to take a run through the mountains to prove their bravery or some random trait like that.

Well, that part can always come later. For now, it was time to settle your needs.

You were hungry, and so you went off to your kitchen after giving Mr. Crawling a brief pat on the head, digging through your fridge for anything you could make.

Your fridge was still full of fresh foods from a grocery trip taken before your whole descent into that world that shall-not-be-named, and it was almost offensive at how nothing really seemed to care about your disappearance, but you could take it out on the food once it gets on a plate.

You fished out some eggs, rice, and random toppings, combining it into one mixed up bowl and placing it on your floor table as you turned on the television.

A quick offer of a mouthful of your food to Mr. Crawling resulted in his curious face sniffing and staring closely at it before taking the bite– and swallowing it after a few swishes in his mouth. No chewing.

Huh. So, he liked raw eggs?

You got up to grab two more, swiftly taking your seat on the floor cushion and holding one up in front of his face.

He smiled, inspecting it somewhat. “Object eat?” He asks, poking delicately at it.

You nodded. “You want?” You asked, making a move to show him how the egg was part of the stuff he had eaten.

When he nods, you crack the egg against the counter, holding it above his mouth, ready to break it open. He was briefly– and rather adorably– confused at the action, but opened his jaws wide, showcasing rows of razor sharp teeth.

You didn’t need to pass biology class to know that they indicated a very carnivorous diet.

You cracked open the egg, letting it drop into his mouth and watching, with mild repulsion, as he swallowed it whole, looking happy and satisfied as he licked his lips.

Well then– raw eggs would tide him over until an actual meal (if he even needs one). Good to know.

His mouth opened wide once again as you discarded the shell and cracked the second one open, letting it plop into his mouth and go down the hatch.

That was actually kind of fun. A few years ago, you briefly considered getting chickens of your own until you realized just how many eggs a small flock of 3 could produce in a week. Mr. Crawling seems to be an excellent excuse to get some– not after moving out, of course. Well, you doubt anyone here would care if they spot some fluffed up feathers every now and then.

After that brief breakfast, you steeled yourself to continue your normal everyday activities– as if nothing happened.

And you also needed to make an elaborate lie about where you were the past day. You had no doubts that, if you told the truth, you would be shipped off to an institution and have your companion exorcized within the next 24 hours.

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Your friends, very concerned, simply would not stop asking you questions and berating your decision to split off from the main group– as if they hadn’t dragged you to the bravery challenge against your complaints.

There were 5 people you needed to comfort. And, there will be about 15 people you’ll need to apologize to for your inability to work– paired with the cordial, expensive gifts and handwritten letter to your boss begging not to be fired.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

You patted Mr. Crawling’s head as you searched up the nearest sales.

At least he was cute. Like a little, loyal puppy. He was so low maintenance outside of his potential human-flesh needs and his desire for attention– which you could most definitely work with. It was nice and relaxing being with him, not having to worry about all the tiny societal rules you had to follow with everyone else. And, now that you were back in your own world, it felt refreshingly nice having someone depend on you instead of it being the other way around.

You had power here. And it was nice.

“You mad?” Mr. Crawling ask, cheek pressed up against your neck as he looked over your shoulder at your laptop screen, fingers flicking through ads and discount codes with sharp tap tap tap’s that indicated your irritated mood.

“Me not mad you,” You mumbled, hand reaching up to play with his hair. It was nice and soft now, your conditioner having worked its magic.

“Humans.” You muttered, not particularly in the mood to elaborate.

“Humans?”

“Mhm,” You hum, gently rubbing soothing circles into his scalp and watching, satisfied, as he leaned more of his weight against you.

So, so cute. You couldn’t get enough of him.

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To Build a Home Chapter Three

What can I say? Maria and Tommy are the cutest matchmakers ever! Also the reader has an unfortunate reunion with someone from the DC QZ.

As always read with caution! 18+ NSFW, Descriptions of domestic abuse, violence, and PTSD

I used the lyrics from "Everybody's Free" from the Romeo and Juliet movie--seriously if you do anything else--WATCH THAT SCENE! Its gut wrenchingly beautiful! Also there's a lyric in here from Jeff Buckley's Lover You Should've Come Over--another classic!

If anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know! Thanks for reading! 💕

Word Count: 5778

You tossed and turned in bed, restless, anxious, fearful. All of the sudden your body was too hot and you threw the covers off before deciding that you were too cold and put them back on again, but that made you feel suffocated so off the covers went again.

The moonlight shone from your bedroom window, lighting a path directly to your door as if the answer to your insomnia was so simple. But you refused to give in. For the last week, ever since you had returned to Jackson after your first patrol, you had snuck into Joel’s room, snuggled against him, and fallen asleep.

After that night at the lodge had brought you such a peaceful rest, you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about the proximity of his body that made you feel protected. It was soothing to listen to his deep breathing, feel the warmth of his skin, take in his woodsy, spicy scent. In an attempt to avoid awkward morning encounters, you would always wake up before dawn and sneak back into your own bed as if nothing happened.

Sometimes he would talk in his sleep-usually calling out for someone–Sarah, Tess, Ellie or even just panicked mumbles. During those moments, you would gently shush him, run your hands through his graying curls, and within a matter of minutes you would hear his soft snores again.

But you knew this new sleeping arrangement couldn’t last. You were going to have to learn how to sleep on your own. Unfortunately, the ominous threat of nightmares lurked at the horizon of the setting sun and you would cave. Tonight would not be an exception. After all you had patrol duty tomorrow, you needed a proper night’s rest. At least that was the rationale you told yourself while creeping across the hallway.

Joel heard his bedroom door creak open, felt his mattress dip down as you climbed in beside him. You were later than usual. In truth, he was amazed at how quickly he had gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as you. There was a comfortable familiarity. A familiarity that he missed. He had that once with Tess, but was too closed off to allow that type of intimacy into his life. With you it was different, he wanted to let his guard down. Which is why, he turned and wrapped his arm around your shoulders while your head rested on his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips as he gently stroked your arm before both of you fell asleep.

“How much do you love me?” Dina asked on your way back to Jackson the next day.

You arched a brow at the petite brunette. “Depends on what you’re asking for.”

“Well, I noticed that you have patrol again tomorrow and I was wondering if you would be willing to switch with Ellie and do KP instead.”

“I don’t know,” you said with an exasperated sigh.

“Please. I wouldn’t normally ask except Valentine's Day is this weekend. I wanted to do something special for Ellie. It's our first holiday together.”

“I thought guys got together on New Year’s Eve or something?”

Dina rolled her eyes. “Ok, it's our first romantic holiday together and anyways I thought you loved working in the kitchen. Seth even has some big meal ideas. I’m sure he needs your help.”

You did love working in the kitchen. You missed the chopping, sauteeing, baking, but KP was also where a lot of the new DC QZ folks were working and you just weren’t ready to face them all yet.

“Please….pretty please.” Dina pouted her lips and batted her lashes.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you grumbled.

“Yay! And will you also help me make pot brownies for Ellie when we get home.”

“Alright! Jeez, why am I such a sucker for you two.”

“Because you loooove us,” Dina teased before narrowing her eyes at you. “Speaking of love, how are things going with your roommate?”

“What do you mean?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“What I mean is I went to the bathroom early this morning and on my way back downstairs I saw you sneak out of Joel’s room.”

“Oh.” You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to think of a reasonable explanation. “Its not what you think and anyways what were you doing over there. Having a sleepover with Ellie?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Dina said with a wink and a knowing smile as she raised the blue bandana giving the all clear to the people at the Jackson city wall. “I’m just saying I think you guys would be good for each other and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Before you could ask her anything else, she had galloped off to the stables.

You kept your head down while walking into the kitchen on your way to meet Seth. So far you didn’t recognize anyone from the DC QZ, but then again everyone was too busy cleaning up from breakfast to really notice.

“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” said a familiar voice from behind your back.

You turned and smiled at Seth. He may have acted gruff and tough, but deep down he was a genuinely good guy. “Hi Seth, Nice to see you too.”

“I figured once you had a taste of your first patrol, we’d never see you in here again.”

“I missed you guys and I’m doing Dina a favor for Ellie.” You grabbed an apron from the wall and tied it around your back. “So where should I start?”

“Follow me.” Seth led you over to a station with fresh herbs and potatoes. “Peel and slice the potatoes and since we have steak for Valentine’s Day dinner, I thought maybe you could use the herbs to make some of that compound butter you whipped up the other day.”

An older woman approached you both. “Found the peelers, Seth.”

“Perfect timing,” he said, introducing you to the newcomer.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Daisy.” She smiled and shook your hand, holding eye contact with you a little longer than you would’ve liked. “Sorry for staring, but you look really familiar.”

“I guess I just have one of those faces,” you said with a nervous giggle.

“Well, I’ll leave you both to it,” said Seth.

You both worked in polite silence, peeling potatoes. Every now and then you could feel her gaze on your profile. “So how long have you been here?” she asked.

“Not long. About two months. What about you?”

“I just got here a week ago. I’m with the DC group.”

Your hand slipped and you dropped the potato, nearly peeling the skin off your hand. ‘Why hadn’t you recognized her!?’ Of course DC wasn’t that small a city and you were only allowed out when your husband gave you permission, but people knew who you were.

“Careful there!”

“Potatoes are slippery little suckers.” You tried to laugh it off and focused all your attention on the food.

“You know, you do look very familiar.” Daisy cocked her head, observing you. “Where did you say you were from?”

“I-I-I- didn’t,” you stammered.

She gripped your wrists and turned you towards her so she could get a better look. Then like someone adjusted the antenna of a tv, making the picture clear, she realized who you were. “It’s you,” she whispered, the color draining from her face. “You were the wife.”

Tears filled her eyes. “My father. He was in that stadium.” She grabbed your upper arms, shaking you with emphasis. “I had to watch him die. Did you know that? He never deserved that! You monster!”

You vehemently shook your head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t...I thought that…” Finally you twisted out of her grasp. Her grip was so tight when you freed yourself, you fell back and collided with a shelf of pots and pans creating a cacophony of clangs and crashes. Several people stopped and stared at the commotion.

In a panic, you ran out of the kitchen and collapsed onto your knees at the back of the building, throwing up the contents of your breakfast in the snow.

“Hey.” You turned to see Seth walking toward you. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you replied, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.

He then noticed the puddle of puke melting in front of you. “Oh no! Hand over that apron. You’re going home for the day.”

“Seth, I swear I’m not—”

“Don’t care. It's bad enough we have cordyceps. Last thing I need is everyone getting the norovirus like we’re on some cruise ship with bad shellfish. Go get some rest.”

Even though you didn’t want to shirk your responsibilities, you were grateful to not have to go back into that kitchen and face Daisy or anyone else for that matter. The only issue was rest would be the last thing on your mind now. How soon would it be before the whole town knew about you? Your past and present were about to converge in a way you were totally unprepared for.

Washington DC QZ

Henry paced the floor of his office, describing down to the last detail how he wanted his birthday to be celebrated while you took vigorous notes. “And of course we’ll need double. No. Triple the amount of food since this will be a three day affair–Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.”

You looked up from your notebook, taking the opportunity to give your cramping hand a shake. “But what about the city rations? Since last summer’s drought we’ve had a massive food shortage.”

“What did that French queen say? Let them eat cake.” He waved you off. “The city will be fine for a couple days. It’s not going to kill them.” Henry leaned over you, in a threatening manner, resting his hands on the arm rests of your chair. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” You faked a smile and stood up, running your hands up his arms and adjusting his collar. “Anything my darling wants. My darling gets.”

“Don’t forget to wear that strappy blue dress I love. I want to show off my property.” He kissed you deeply, his tongue plunging into your mouth. You fantasized about biting down on that meaty muscle with your teeth, leaving him with nothing but a bloody stump.

Your thoughts were interrupted when there was an abrupt knock on the door.

“Come in,” Henry ordered, irritated by the intrusion.

One of his men from Fedra entered the office. “My apologies, sir. But we have a serious issue.”

The stench of blood, sweat, and stale urine wafted through the air while you made your way downstairs with Henry and the officer to the cell. Upon arriving, you saw a large group behind bars. It appeared that Fedra had already had their fun with them. The men and women were badly beaten. The women’s clothes were half torn off them. “We found them this morning coming back into the QZ. They also had illegal firearms on them.”

Henry barely looked at the prisoners. “Are you fucks completely incompetent or do you just expect me to do your dirty work. You know the drill.”

The drill meaning the men would torture the group, then strip them, and drag them through the streets and finally execute them. The majority of the time the prisoners would not even survive for their own execution, having died while being tortured by Fedra or dragged by a car through DC.

One of the older men who had a black eye and what looked like a broken nose came forward. “Please, sir. Have mercy. We’re starving. We needed to hunt to get food to bring to our families.”

The officer took the butt of his gun and hit the man against the head repeatedly. He was going to die right there unless you spoke up and you had to say something.

“Henry, my love. Do you realize who that man is?”

“Just a traitorous piece of shit.”

“That’s James Beard award winning chef, Bernardo Bertucci. Owner of Strada, the three star Michelin restaurant in DC,” you lied. “Rather than executing him today, it might be a good idea to have him help me prepare for the weekend festivities.”

Intrigued, Henry raised his arm, effectively halting the assault on the older gentleman.

“What about the rest of the group?”

“They can be our sous chefs. You know I love to watch you work, but think of how well this will reflect on your leadership. It’ll boost morale and make you look even more magnanimous than you already are.” You batted your lashes, while coyly rubbing the front of his pants. “Everyone will want to be on their knees for you after such a generous act.”

“Is that so?” A slow smile spread across his lips. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Really?!” you exclaimed, shocked that your plan worked so well considering you just made everything up on the fly.

Henry cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Really, now go to the hall and I’ll have the group come over and help.”

You turned to leave when a hand reached out for yours, you saw the old man, fresh blood dripping down his face as a woman had taken her jacket to try and staunch the bleeding. “Thank you,” he whispered.

All you could do was squeeze his hand and hope that this would be enough.

The next morning you woke up happier than you had felt since before you were married. Henry had kept true to his word and allowed the prisoners to assist you in the banquet hall for his birthday celebration. It was more them assisting you when Fedra were watching, but during shift breaks, you would bring them fresh water, food, supplies. There were even discussions of how to get their families out of the QZ using the old metro rail system.

‘Today was the start of something new,’ you thought while zipping up your periwinkle blue dress. ‘Perhaps this was your calling–to help families out of the DC QZ.’

“Come on, my love. We’ll be late,” called Henry from the living room.

You glanced out the window of the car, noticing your husband go in the opposite direction of the banquet hall. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

A shiver ran through you even though it was a hot September day. When the car stopped, you stepped out to find that you were in front of the old sports center. “Why are we here? I thought Fedra closed this because it was crawling with infected?”

Henry opened your car door. “Not anymore.” With a hand on your back, you were led inside to the hockey stadium where the seats were filled with Fedra and their families, former politicians, and other citizens of the DC QZ. You and Henry were the last to arrive. All eyes were on you while walking up to the steps to take your seats which gave you a prime view.

Once seated, Henry grabbed a microphone and began to speak. “Attention everyone! I’d like to thank you all for coming out to kick off my birthday celebration.” He then turned to you and took your hand. “Most importantly I’d like to thank my lovely wife for giving me the inspiration for this new exciting game which I hope you’ll enjoy. Now let the show begin.”

He clapped his hands and the doors of the arena opened and out came the group of men and women you had rescued yesterday. They looked around the stadium, timid and terrified.

“Daddy!” A young woman stood and shouted from her seat before Fedra forced her to sit back down. A man from the arena looked up to find her and it was then you realized the DC citizens that were present were the family members of the prisoners.

You turned towards your husband. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Just watch,” he commanded.

Another door opened and the crowd screamed in horror when three clickers came running out into the arena. There was still plexiglass between the stadium seats and the arena so some safety precautions were still taken. The clickers each had shackles on their feet and were being tethered to a column by a large metal chain.

“You wanted to step outside of the QZ where these monsters lurk. We thought, "Why not bring the monsters to you.” Henry announced to his prisoners.

You stood and pleaded with your husband, “Henry, stop. This is barbaric.”

He slapped you across the face and forced you down in the chair, holding your head in a vice-like grip towards where the prisoners were huddled.

“You will sit there and watch until every last one of them has been ripped to shreds,” he whispered in your ear. “You think I didn’t know that you were lying yesterday? You’re a bullshit actress.”

“Then why not just kill them then,” you said, tears streaming down your face.

“Because this is so much more fun.” He kissed your cheek before ordering the chain to be unlocked from the column, effectively releasing the clickers.

Henry ordered one of his men to hold your head so he could sit and enjoy the massacre. “If she so much as closes her eyes, throw her in the arena right along with the others.”

While Henry clapped and laughed like he was at a WWE wrestling match, you were horrified—blood smears on the plexiglass, flesh being bitten, entrails spilling out. Even after the clickers were shot dead, all you could hear were the anguished screams, the pleas for mercy, the cries of terror.

After your day off from being ‘sick,’ Seth was more than ok with letting you switch to another duty, not wanting to take any chances in the kitchen. Whether it was your way of staying out of sight or as a way of punishing yourself, you took the one job no one wanted to do–manure detail. Nothing but shoveling cow patties and sheep shit into wheelbarrows, then transferring it over to the compost area.

The smell of sweat and dung seeped into your pores and your back began to ache after hour upon hour of shoveling and then balancing pounds of manure in a wheelbarrow, but at least you were alone, free from the recognition, the accusations, the stares. The only thing you couldn’t break free from was the guilt gnawing at your insides.

You dug your shovel deep into a dung pile and flipped it over your shoulder without looking.

“Woah, easy where you fling that!”

Turning around, you saw Maria leaning on the barn door.

“Hi Maria.” You jammed your shovel into a pile and wiped your sweaty face with a bandana. “Sorry about that. I underestimate my own strength.”

“Guess this means you’re feeling better?”

“I was never sick. Seth just overreacts.”

Maria chuckled. “He’s very cautious with his cooking. So what are you up to this weekend?”

“Ummm this,” you said, with your arms spread out showing off the barn.

“I think we can do better than this. What time do you get off?”

You checked your watch. “Two more hours.”

“That’s perfect. I’ll meet you at your house. We can do some trading for new clothes, get some makeup, maybe go to the movies tonight.”

You were taken aback by the offer and quite frankly not in the mood for a night out. “Oh…well..actually–”

“Perfect!” she said. “I’ll meet you at your house.”

Now you were regretting telling her that you were feeling fine. A thought crossed your mind and before Maria left you called out to her. “That makeup. It's not some 25 year old eyeshadow that someone found at an old Sephora, is it?”

“No,” she replied with a laugh. “Just some homemade beetroot and beeswax makeup the ladies make here. Don’t forget to shower too!”

You huffed out a sigh and leaned against the shovel handle in a daze. What had you just gotten yourself into?

Joel was never one to accept praise or credit, but he was proud of the workaround he thought of to thaw the ground, allowing for his crew to build faster. They were still nowhere near finished, but it was a start.

“Nice job, big brother.” Tommy patted him on the back while the pair observed several families move into their new homes.

“Thanks. Maybe your wife will ease up on me a little,” Joel said as he turned to make his way back home.

“I don’t know about that.” Tommy laughed. “Hey, how ya’ gonna celebrate?”

Joel gave his brother a quizzical expression. “Celebrate what?”

“The build. Getting these folks into a real home.” Tommy snapped his fingers, like a lightbulb had just turned on in his head. “Hey! How about going to the movies with Maria and me. You can bring your roomie. I bet she’d love to go.”

Joel halted in his tracks.“Oh no. I know what you and Maria are up to.”

“What?” Tommy asked, looking all wide-eyed and innocent, like his son after he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Maria and I just thought it would be nice to get you both out of the house. I’d invite Ellie, but she offered to watch Benji.”

“Tommy, please. The movies. Double dating. What are we 13 years old?”

“Hey man, I wasn’t the one who said it was a double date. You did,” Tommy said as he walked past Joel to the house.

“I’ll go, but I still don’t think this is a good idea,” he replied, opening the door.

“I think it's a great idea,” said Maria greeting them at the door before turning towards the stairs. “C’mon down!”

Joel’s eyes widened as you walked down the stairs in a dusty rose off the shoulder sweater, your lips had a deep red pout, and your hair styled. It looked like Maria had given you a makeover, not that you needed it. You were gorgeous just as you were. Now with the hint of exposed skin, the luscious shade of your mouth, you were temptation personified.

His mouth watered at the thought of what your lips would taste like. He clenched his fists to keep his fingertips from trembling, wondering how soft your skin would feel under his touch. A kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder.

Ellie walked over carrying Benji on her back. Wow, don’t you look nice!” After several agonizing seconds of silence, she smacked her surrogate father on the arm. “Joel, tell her she looks nice.”

Joel cleared his throat. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you softly said, a flush creeping up your face.

Maria wrapped her arm around you.“She looks gorgeous.”

“Yea, she does and so do you, babe,” said Tommy, giving his wife a peck on the lips.

She fetched your coat and hers from the closet. “We’ll be outside, gentlemen. Don’t keep us waiting too long.”

“You look nice,” Ellie said, deadpan once you and Maria had left. “Jesus, Joel. Your date is a knockout and that’s all you can say.

“Ellie,” he warned, running a hand through his hair while grabbing a warmer jacket from the closet. “And it's not a date. We’re just going to a movie. It’s no big deal.”

She crossed her arms and arched her brow at him, looking every bit a teenager. “Ok, if it's not a big deal then why did you put your jacket on backwards?”

Joel glanced down to see the back of his jacket in the front, his collar practically choking his neck, his zipper dangling by his backside. “Shit,” he grumbled and haphazardly tore off his jacket, shrugging it on the right way. “I’ll meet you outside.”

Tommy snorted as the door slammed shut. “Well, I know my brother and I’m pretty sure he thinks your roomie looks more than just fine.”

The movie being featured that evening was ‘Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet.’

“Jesus,” Joel muttered under his breath as your group filed into the lodge transformed into a makeshift movie theater. “Are you kidding me?”

Tommy shrugged. “Waddya expect? It’s Valentine’s Day weekend. It was either this or Endless Love.”

Maria turned towards you while waiting for the movie to start. “Have you ever seen this before?”

“No, but I read the play in high school. We really wanted our English teacher to show us this version, but he made us watch the one from the 1960s instead. All the girls in my class were so upset. They had massive crushes on Leonardo DiCaprio.

“You didn’t?”

“I was more of a Freddie Prinze Jr./Orlando Bloom kinda girl,” you said with a shrug.

“Oh I see. So you like them tall, dark, and handsome.” She locked eyes with Joel for a minute. “Interesting.”

Joel rolled his eyes, although he couldn’t help the little flip that his stomach made.

The lodge became dark, signaling the start of the movie. Joel shifted slightly in his seat, acutely aware of your body right next to his. How with the slightest of movements he could brush his shoulder or knee against yours. Flashbacks came flooding back when he was 14 years old doing the classic yawn and arm reach over the shoulder move on Becky Garcia during Raiders of the Lost Ark.

The audience swooned while Juliet denied her arranged marriage to Paris, choosing Romeo instead. While he didn’t understand the Shakespearean language, Joel could get the jist of the story and he appreciated the modern setting. Tommy had fallen asleep about 15 minutes into the film and every now and then Maria would elbow him once his snoring got too loud.

Joel was about to nod off himself until the scene when Romeo and Juliet got married. It wasn’t the movie that got his attention. It was you watching the movie. The way you leaned forward ever so slightly in your chair. How you held your breath, when a young boy started to sing a gospel-like song in the choir. Your eyes glossy with tears as Romeo held Juliet’s gaze while she walked down the aisle.

Brother and Sister together will make it through.

Unable to control himself any longer, his pinky finger stroked up against yours causing you to look his way.

Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there.

Without losing his gaze, your hand inched closer. He then turned his hand palm up, interlocking fingers with yours. Your bodies shifting towards one another.

I know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve waiting to be there for you.

With the softest touch, so soft you weren’t even sure if his lips met your skin, Joel kissed a tear away and you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his.

Whether it was the star-crossed lovers, the romantic holiday, or you, in that moment he wanted to convey everything that was being said on the screen. The words that he couldn’t get out that deserved to be said. And you understood completely and thanked the gods that a man like Joel Miller came into your life.

And I’ll be there just helping you out. Whenever I can.

A loud snore from Tommy made you both jump back in your seats. After that, you kept your head forward and your hands to yourself, focusing on the movie, trying to ignore the tingle on your cheek from where Joel had kissed you.

“Well, how was the movie?” Ellie asked when your group walked through the door.

“It was good. Except for when my husband snored so loudly he disrupted the whole theater,” Maria said.

Tommy yawned. “I’m sorry, babe. Benji kept me up late last night and that movie was a bore.”

Maria picked up her sleeping son. “Yeah, well you can make it up to me with a slow dance tomorrow night.”

“Y’all coming to that?” Tommy asked.

“Me and Dina are,” Ellie said.

Everyone looked over at you and Joel. “Umm maybe,” you squeaked while Joel was silent.

“Think about it.” Maria handed Benji to her husband and gave you a hug. “It’s going to be a lot of fun.” You had grown fond of Maria. She was becoming like a big sister. Someone you could confide in.

“You really should come. Even if Joel chickens out and doesn’t ask you, then you can hang with Dina and me,” Ellie teased just before heading out to the garage.

“Ellie!” Joel called out,but she was already gone. He closed the door and turned towards you. “Would you like some coffee? I got a fresh batch the other day.”

“Coffee would be nice.”

Joel and you worked in tandem in the kitchen. Joel grinding the beans and heating the water for his black no frills drink while you preferred to heat up milk and add a touch of honey for sweetness to yours.

With your steaming mugs in hand, you both walked outside and sat on the front porch rocking chairs. Joel turned on a tiny space heater before handing you a blanket.

The night was peaceful, silent, except for the occasional creak of the chairs. Gazing up at the winter sky, all you could see were stars, no pollution to shield them from view. You tucked your feet under your legs, taking a sip of your drink.

“So what did you think of the movie?” you asked.

Joel shrugged. “I was never that much of a Shakespeare guy. Even in school, I barely passed English class. I was always in shop or auto class, messing around. What about you?”

You traced your thumb along the rim of your mug and laughed. “Oh I was a total nerd. Honor roll student, President of the Student Council, Future Business Leaders of America, and a rather embarrassing attempt at musical theater where I played Hodel in Fiddler on the Roof.” You took a sip of your coffee. “The picture fits perfectly in the frame you made me. How’d you get so good at stuff like that? Did you used to make things for your girlfriends? ”

Joel snorted and shook his head. “I wish I was that smooth. It took me a while to get comfortable talking to girls. I was a shy guy.”

You slowly shook your head. “I don’t know my grandma used to say that you always have to watch out for the quiet ones.” There was a pregnant pause. You studied Joel’s profile, picturing him at a younger age. “I probably would’ve had the biggest crush on you and you wouldn’t have looked twice at me.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” he softly replied.

A shy smile spread across your face as you stared down at your mug. “So I gather that you’re more of a Curtis and Viper fan over Shakespeare.”

“Ya’ ever seen one of their movies?”

“Nope, can’t say that I have.”

“Well, if you’re not too tired, we could pop in a DVD.” Joel could barely contain his excitement of sharing his favorite series with you.

“Not with this,” you said, motioning to your now empty mug. “I’m too hyped to go to sleep. Let’s watch some Curtis and Viper.” You followed Joel into the living room where he set up the movie.

Not having been the biggest fan of action films, you enjoyed the plot line of two former commandos going rogue to fight bad guys. It was one of those “its so bad, its good,” type of movies.

A streak of sunlight pierced your eyes, disturbing your sleep. You groaned and snuggled into the pillow beneath your head. The pillow was solid, soft like flannel, and smelled woodsy–like your ruggedly handsome roommate. Your head popped up, realizing that you were still in the living room. You and Joel must’ve fallen asleep while watching Curtis and Viper.

You should’ve moved. You always did leave Joel’s side in the morning. But this time, you were too tired and way too comfortable and so you chose to stay where you were snuggled up on his chest with the crown of your head tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around your body.

Always running out at dawn, you never had the chance to really look at Joel. He really was handsome, beautiful even. The dark waves and curls with the salt and paper streaks, the prominent bridge of his romanesque nose, the fullness of his lips.

You found yourself wondering what it would be like to feel those lips pressed against yours and inched closer when his eyes opened, startling you a bit. “Good Morning,” you softly said.

“Good Morning.”Joel groaned and stretched his arms over his head before wrapping them around you again. Instinctually, he rubbed your back with his hand. “Guess we were both more tired than we thought.”

You focused on his shirt, using your finger to trace the flannel lines, feeling exposed in broad daylight. “I…uhh...I have to stop using you as a human mattress.”

“I don’t mind,” he whispered.

With a tentative hand, you reached out and traced his bottom lip with your thumb. Joel’s breath hitched and he covered your hand with his larger one, pressing his lips against your palm. A rapid beating began between your two chests and you weren’t sure if that was your heart or his or both.

Bang. The front door swung open and Ellie stepped in. “I hate to be a cock blocker but it's 9:30. Aren’t you both late?” she asked while walking towards the kitchen to grab food.

“Shit!” you said and scrambled off the couch. “I was supposed to pick up literal shit an hour ago.”

Joel struggled to get his boots on. “I gotta check on the houses. Make sure they’re up to code.”

You bounded up the stairs to brush your teeth when Joel called out your name. “If….if…you’re not doing anything tonight…would you like…I mean I know its silly…this town celebrates way too much but it's all about community and–”

Ellie came back through, eating a blueberry muffin. “For Christ sake’s Joel, it's not that hard.” She then turned to you. “Roomie, my love, would you like to go to the dance tonight with my dad?” she asked with her mouthful of muffin.

“Yes, I would love to,” you replied.

Ellie swallowed, smiled, and turned to Joel. “See easy.”

“I could’ve done that myself, ya’ know,” Joel said to Ellie’s back while she walked out the door. “Smart-ass,” he muttered to himself before looking up at you, his angel on the stairs. “So tonight?”

“Tonight.”

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