#Give us the sappy lines please...

[peasack]

You know, I've been searching EVERYWHERE. for some teen!reader or just simply platonic!reader x thunderbolts but I cannot find them anywhere, so I've decided to take matter into my own hands.

Please excuse me for my poor writing, this is my first time writing headcanons and English is not my first language. Might come off a little cringe but overall just sappy, happy headcanons.

✦ Thunderbolts Nickname Headcanons for gn!Teen!Reader ✦

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✦ Alexei – "Little Star"

Alexei caught you sneaking out to sit on the balcony one night after a rough mission. You were just staring at the stars in silence.

“You remind me of the stars,” he said gruffly.

You squinted at him. “Distant? Cold? Constantly exploding?”

He barked out a laugh. “No! Little but burning bright! And always there. Little Star. That is you now.”

You groaned but secretly loved it. He never dropped it after that.

He says it with pure affection every time, like he’s genuinely proud of you for just existing. Even when you’re sulking or pretending you don’t need him, he still calls you his “Little Star” with that warm, fatherly rumble.

✦ Bucky – "Kid"

It started as a throwaway line. “Watch your six, Kid,” he’d mumble on missions. But it stuck.

One day you snapped, “You know I have a name, right?”

He just smirked. “Yeah, but you’re my Kid now. Deal with it.”

When you’re having a rough time though, he softens it. “Hey, c’mon, Kid. I’ve got you.”

Simple yet caring and full of affection, just the classic protective dad nickname.

✦ Bob – "Starlight"

One night he found you sneaking onto the roof because you couldn’t sleep (again). You told him you like staring at the stars ‘cause it makes you feel small but safe.

“You’re kinda like that,” Bob shrugged. “A little starlight in a pretty messed up world.”

“That’s cheesy”, You said, a smile planted across your face.

“Yeah, but you’re smiling.”

After he saw your smile that day he never got rid of the name. You were his Starlight now, and no one could take that from him.

He mostly uses it when you’re anxious or sad. A soft reminder that even if you feel tiny and invisible, you matter to him.

✦ John – "Rookie"

John is the kinda guy who shows affection by pretending to be exasperated with you, right?

The first time you trained together, you stumbled over a move and he immediately went, “Careful, Rookie. You’ll get yourself knocked out like that.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. He’s called you “Rookie” ever since.

“I’ve literally been on, like, twenty missions now." You protested.

He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. You’re still my Rookie.”

Playful, but there’s this protective edge to it.

He uses it when you mess up, when he’s teasing you, but also when he’s proud. Like if you pull something impressive, he’ll smirk and say, “That’s my Rookie.”

When you’re upset? A quiet: “Hey. C’mon, Rookie. You’re tougher than this.”

✦ Ava – "Ghostling"

You mastered sneaking up on people at the compound, sometimes even managing to scare her, which she refused to admit.

“You’re like a little ghost,” she muttered once.

You smirked. “Ghostling, maybe?”

She raised an eyebrow but accepted it. It became a secret thing just between the two of you.

She’ll mutter it quietly when she’s proud or when you need comfort.

When she’s teasing you: “C’mon, Ghostling. You’re losing your touch.”

When she’s serious: “I see you, Ghostling. You’re not invisible to me.”

Ava doesn’t give out nicknames lightly, but you cracked her shell, and now it’s her little way of showing affection.

✦ Yelena – "Mouse"

You tried to sneak a cookie off her plate once. Big mistake.

“You move like a tiny mouse,” she said, feigning annoyance but actually loving it.

"A mouse?", you question.

“You squeak. You sneak. You steal my snacks. Mouse.”

You were horrified but now it’s stuck.

Whenever you try to act tough: “Shhh, Mouse. Go squeak somewhere else.”

But when you’re sad: “Hey, Mouse. I’m here, yes? You can tell me.”

Pure teasing but it softens in quiet moments.

She acts like she uses it to rile you up, but it’s become something she says gently when you need her.

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Hope you guys liked it! I'll turn on my requests in case anyone had the same problems as me and I'll try to fulfill your wishes! <3

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 12: THANK YOU GIFTS

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN THIRTEEN

Even though a week had passed since everything was cleared up with your stalker ex, you sit at your desk scratching Bonten behind the ear, thinking that you needed to do something to say thank you to the executives for helping you out of a tough situation when they had better things to do, as criminals. Of course, you couldn’t be obvious because everyone would feel awkward; you needed to be subtle and make each gift meaningful to the executive. Paperwork and emails could wait for the day while you sought out the perfect thank-you gifts.

You know Mikey well enough by now to understand he doesn’t always respond openly to emotions, so you don’t get too sappy with him. One day, when it’s just the two of them, you hand him a small wrapped box containing a vintage toy bike keychain — something simple, nostalgic, and well-made. Attached is a short handwritten note:

‘You’ve let me feel safe without asking for anything in return. Thank you’

Mikey doesn’t say much. He just slips the keychain into his pocket and ruffles your hair as he walks away, a rare softness in his eyes.

For Sanzu, you get something unexpectedly personal: a custom lighter engraved with a fox, clever and sly. It’s sleek, sturdy — something only someone paying real attention would think to give him. When you hand it to him, you just shrug, ‘You kept me laughing when I wanted to fall apart. So…thanks, you psycho.’

He grins, eyes glinting, ‘I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended, but I do like it.’ He flicks it open right then and there, his expression a mix of mischief and something deeper he won’t say out loud.

You know Ran’s a man of aesthetics, so you gift him a pair of sleek, custom cufflinks — one shaped like a snake, the other a rose. You leave them in a small box on his desk with no note. When he finds them, he smirks, already knowing they’re from you.

Later, he swings by your desk, leans on the counter, ‘So what’s this, your way of calling me dangerous but pretty?’

You raise a brow, ‘You said it, not me.’

He chuckles, clearly pleased, ‘You’ve got taste, sweetheart.’

Rindou loves music, so you quietly put together a custom playlist on a USB — stuff he likes, mixed with a few songs that helped you through rough nights. You hand it to him on a day he’s working late, no explanation, just a muttered, ‘Thought you might like these.’

Rindou plugs it in later that night and listens all the way through. He doesn’t say much the next day, but he sets a matching pair of noise-cancelling earbuds on your desk with a casual, ‘You should add more. It was good.’

It’s his version of thank you.

To Kakucho, you give a hand-stitched notebook, its cover embroidered with a discreet phoenix motif. Inside, the first page has a single line written:

‘Because you’re the one who always brings people back from the fire’

You hand it to him one evening while you’re both cleaning up late.

He’s quiet when he reads the first page, fingers brushing the stitching, ‘...You didn’t have to.’

‘I wanted to,’ you reply softly.

He nods once, lips pressing into a rare, quiet smile, ‘I’ll use it well.’

For Koko, you give a custom pen, sleek and high-end, engraved subtly with the word ‘Anchor’

And a note inside the box which reads: 

‘You always knew how to find what needed to be found. For others. And me’

You give it to him when no one’s around, not wanting to make a scene.

Koko turns the pen over in his hand, then glances at you, ‘This… isn’t cheap.’

‘Neither is loyalty,’ you reply in a split second.

He gives a soft chuckle, pocketing it, ‘Well played.’

You gift Takeomi a bottle of rare whiskey, the label elegant and minimalist, with a small tag tied to it:

‘For the weight you carry, and the things you never say. I see you’

You leave it on his desk after hours, knowing he’d hate being thanked too directly.

He finds it, reads the note once, then looks out the window for a long time before tucking it away.

The next day, he passes you in the hall, slows his steps just long enough to say, ‘...You’re a good woman. Don’t let this world take that from you.’

To Mochi, you give something simple but deeply thoughtful — a leather card holder, sturdy and cleanly designed, with a hidden pocket inside. Inside the pocket, there’s a small charm — a tiny metal tiger, representing quiet strength.

‘Because even the strong need something to protect them, too’

When you give it to him, you keep it brief, knowing he doesn’t like fuss. He takes it without a word, then gives you a small nod — a rare, silent thanks. Later, when no one’s watching, he moves his ID and keeps the charm right where you put it.

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Hmo but

What if Miguel finds out you used to date the Harry Osborn from your world? You and Harry used to date but broke up on friendly terms but then you meet sometime where Miguel’s visiting your world for a date, and then his possessive instinct is like: She’s mine 😏

Then ✨smut✨ and ofc he has a marking kink

INTERLINKED

credit to @r3ds_art_ on Twitter and Instagram!

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✮ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: possessive (adj.) → demanding someone’s total attention and love. having the knowledge that you used to be with someone left a sour taste in miguel’s mouth. especially knowing that you are still in good terms with them to this day.

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: biting kink? (idk what it’s called), cumplay (?), unprotective p-in-v, semi-exhibitionism (y'all get caught), possessive behavior (kinda?)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: +1.7k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: mwehehehe (once again, if there are errors i apologize in advance as i felt like i read this multiple times and don't see any errors) enjoy!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

Harry was your first love. Something so fleeing that if you were to blink or glance at it, it disappeared instantly. It blurred into your life the way acrylic colors blended to create a clash of colors like a summer evening in July. It was all tangy and sweet, with a scalding, sweaty undertone. Beautiful yet uncomfortable to endure.

He was sweet, resembling a sweet syrup in any refresher you would get in a coffee shop. Sweet, yet messy. The sap wasn't noticeable until it became unbearable to have in between your fingers.

Enduring the sappy-like texture on the tip of your fingers, wiping the mess clean from your skin, bonding with Henry became inevitable. You didn't want to let him go, but it was for the better for each other.

But after growing out of each other, things ended with a silver lining—growing and learning within a long distance from each other.

Then, you met Miguel.

Another man from another dimension.

Meeting someone from another world was not on your bucket list, let alone in the span of goals you had for the next few years or so. But Miguel managed to tergiversate his way into your plans (and heart). He fit right into your life like a puzzle piece you didn't know was missing.

And you love it.

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“Is your dish okay? Because if it isn't, I can send it back and—” You fade his rambles with a gentle touch on his hand. “Yes, it's perfect Migs. Thank you.” The sound of cutlery clicking on the white ceramic plates complimented the ambiance of the warm-lit dining area.

Small chatter created a cozy environment that made anyone lull to sleep. “And please, don't yell at the chef like last time.” You forcefully giggle and can almost imagine the events playing out like a storyboard.

“They didn't give you the grilled chicken fillet.” He grumbles, looking away from his dish and to the side, keeping his gaze on the maroon carpet. “Hey,” You gently cupped his cheek, disregarding your silverware. “It’s okay. Sometimes, we make mistakes on off days. It's nothing new.”

“I know,” He pouts. “I just want you to have a warm meal.”

“And I'm grateful for your well-being. Just don't yell at the chef and make them cry again. Please.” You plead, gently rubbing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “…okay.” He grumbles in defeat, taking your hand away from his face and gently holding your hand with a reassuring squeeze.

“I won’t.”

/

You worked on your dish, taking in pasta forkfuls and grilled chicken. Miguel keeps a close eye while eating his dish, savoring his fillet mignon. You basked in the silence, probably in your little world while with him. But a single greeting broke the mellow silence. “Hey,”

It wasn't just a simple “Hey” to get someone’s attention. Instead, it was an exasperated one. The exhale is a sign of relief—the relief of seeing someone familiar after a long period of time. A sigh that read, “Oh, it's been a while; I missed seeing you..”

Miguel’s head turned for him without his brain enabling his thought process. “Oh, hey, Harry.” You smile, showing off your little dimples to him. “What brings you here?” Harry makes his way over to the two of you, unaware of the daggers that Miguel was throwing at him. “I’m here with Miguel. My boyfriend.”

Harry turns his attention to your aggravated partner, oblivious to the aura Miguel sent. “Already moved on? That was fast.”

Not an amusing joke, even for Harry. He lets out a forced laugh, hoping to drown out the awkward air around them—it only made it more suffocating to be in that bubble. “It's been a couple of years.” You laughed, trying to ease the unsteady environment. But it was laughable beyond that point.

While exchanging words, Harry’s wavering eyes remained on you, taking in every feature about you. “You work here?” You ask as you look up at Harry. “As a server only.”

Your smile, cute dimples, everything caught Harry’s attention. It felt like he was looking at the playing field and wondering if he was about to get to second base. The conversation dragged like a snail, going slowly for Miguel.

“But it was nice seeing you.” The only best solution was stepping on the awkward waters rising as Harry nodded and sighed. “Yes, it was nice seeing you too. But let me know if you guys need anything.” With a simple nod, he walks off almost in a rushed manner.

/

“Jesus.” Miguel was now away from the warm dining area of the restaurant and now in the men’s room. He stood in the handicap stall momentarily, burying his face into his palms. The last thing he needed to happen was for you to lecture him on his behavior, especially now that Harry had dropped by unannounced.

“You’re exaggerating, you're exaggerating.” He repeats the mantra, sounding like a possessed man. If anyone were to walk in, some eye brows would have been raised. But after repeating the phrase a couple more times, he stops and rubs his eyes, much to his doctor's dismay about the habit.

“It's fine.” He thinks, reaching for the stall door to step out. But the sound of a familiar voice and a different voice enter the washroom. “Who was that woman who you greeted earlier?”

“An ex,” Harry states matter of factly.

“You miss her, don't you?” The other voice inquires as if they anticipated drama. “I've seen the way you look at her.” The other voice adds. “Yeah, but just as friends! It's been a while since we last spoke.”

A little, just a little?

“But she's with someone else.” Harry stumbles his words, attempting to redeem his words.

“And you don't seem okay with that.” A lingering silence suffocates space immediately. A sigh from Harry fills the space, shattering the awkwardness.

“I'm okay with it. I just miss her company.”

The corner of Miguel’s lip subtly twitches, a sign of irritation. He waits, waiting for the two men to finish their discussion. It wasn't until ten minutes later that they finally left. Almost as if he were following behind, Miguel steps out of the stall silently, feeling his senses get overwhelmed with his typical possessive return once again.

/

“Keep it down for me, bebe. Can you do that for me?” He bites down on your neck and nibbles on your skin. The flat of his tongue lathers against the bite crevices, soothing the dull, aching pain. “Your canines…” Your comment fell silent before his lips kissed the now red mark against your flesh before his hands worked quickly to raise the hem of your skirt. “Shhh, we don't need to get kicked out, do we?” He whispers. The family bathroom immediately got filled with scuffles and moving around of clothes. His ring and pointer finger ghost at your clothed cunt, dragging the tips of his fingers down your entrance, feeling the dampness.

“I just bit you, and you’re all riled up? Pobrecita.” He pouts to you and slowly moves the gusset of your underwear to the side gently with a tug. “Just keep it down for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” His gentle movements drew out soft whines and moans from your mouth like word vomit while his fingers traced your entrance, drawing out your glistening arousal.

"Just be quiet for me," he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, helping himself to another bite of your soft skin. He follows his fingers, delving into your fluttering wall, eagerly taking his fingers in. "Shhh..." The sound of wet, sticky gushes fills the family room bathroom, with your mess dripping down onto the floor and occasionally on the bathroom wall.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, occasionally feeling his two fingers curl slightly. You bit down on your bottom lip, humming out your pleasure to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out.

"Don't make a mess, I don't want you to ruin my watch."

The soft thrusting of his fingers moved rapidly, pulling his fingers out completely before shoving his fingers back into your needy pussy. The rapid thrusts became too much, releasing your mess along with your cum all over the floor before you. "Ay, ya te dije." He pulls his fingers out, shaking his hand dry and lifting you up on the sink counter. "I told you to not make a mess." He put a resting finger against your fluttering core, lightly pushing down to soothe the stretch.

"Spread for me a bit, nena." He whispers and grasps onto your thighs, helping you. You could already imagine the mess you left behind the counter, leaving a glistening mess on the marble. You open up for him with a meek "Okay." You feel your legs trembling against the cold marble. You watch on as Miguel hurries to take off his pants, shoving the pants down quickly and dragging you close to his aching member.

A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his length rub against your core and clit, lightly thrusting his length in between your entrance. "Let me just prepare myself," He whispers, slowly collecting your slick against his length. You let out a whine before you let out a moan, feeling his tip occasionally slip in between your folds. He thrusted his tip in a couple more times before he continued to grind his length against your clit.

“There we go. Let’s get you comfortable.” He whispers into your ear before he slowly pushes himself in, earning a loud moan from you. He immediately covered your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds.

“Shh, be good and keep it down.” He whispers while gently pushing his tip against your cervix, occasionally earning a soft cry in pain. You felt him slowly pull out and keep a gentle pace. “Is that better, nena?” He croons into your ear. He grinds his length into you, trying to keep your moans and mews at a limit.

“So good, cariño.” He whispers. “Come on, hold on for a while.” His fingers trace the soft red marks on your neck, putting pressure to soothe the pain.

“I want us to be in here for a moment.”

/

The two of y'all rushed out of the bathroom, getting chased out of the restaurant by two servers. “And get out of here! Never come back!” They yell out as soon as the two of you scurry out while adjusting your clothes. You exchanged breathy laughs with each other when you felt the cold air nip at your skin.

“I told you to keep it down.”

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"gothic jane austen romance" PLEASE TELL US MORE

Is Scipio out there dropping lines to Emmerich like, "If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" (Emma, Mr. Knightley)

or is he pulling out, "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I love you" or even "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you" (Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy)

ahhh It's about the poetry and the intricate rituals!!! The courtly manners so ingrained you don't even know you're doing them

LISTENN he absolutely is out there dropping sappy lines HOWEVER I’m a huge Austen girlie and my absolute favourite thing about her writing is the humour and I feel humour is so important and I want to draw funny stuff until I die. Secondly YEARNING and thirdly YEAH fucking goddamn mr darcy being rock hard 24/7 for Lizzie BECAUSE OF HOW INTELLIGENT SHE IS is 100% my emmrook.

I’ll give you an Austen quote tho

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Sap - M. R. x male!Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this to fulfill an ask, then scrapped it in favor of something more smutty, which I’m working on now. It’s more implied than anything, but it’s meant to be read as a chubby!Reader. Or at least, a Reader with stretch marks on their stomach

CW: fluff, mentioned smut but nothing explicit, soft!Matty, Reader has stretch marks, very mild possessiveness

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“Hey, babe.”

You groan as Mattheo shakes your shoulder, pulling you from your dream. “Go away.”

“Come on, handsome. You’ve slept in long enough.” When you don’t budge, his voice takes on a pleading tone. “Please? I wanna spend time with you.”

You still don’t move to get up. But you do lift your blanket, awkwardly scooting over to give him more room. He slides in, settling down with a sigh.

You crack open your eyes, grumbling softly when you meet his. “What?”

“You’re adorable,” he says, a grin creeping across his face. “All soft and sleepy looking.”

You close your eyes again before shifting to cuddle against the crook of his body. He’s not warm yet, but you don’t mind a few shivers when you get to snuggle like this.

He rests an arm over your side, fingers idly slipping under your shirt to trace along your stomach. Trailing his fingertips along the furrows and lines of your stretch marks.

You stiffen and he stops. “This okay?”

You relax again and nod. “Yeah, sorry. Just… habit.”

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “Not for anything. Not to me.”

He presses a kiss behind your ear. Nuzzling his nose along your neck. When he speaks again, his voice is softer than normal. “You’re so handsome when you’re sleepy. When your body’s all soft and warm and pillowy. Makes me wanna do unspeakable things to you.”

You can’t help it. You snort out a quiet laugh even as you shiver at his words. “Unspeakable things? Like you’d ever have a hard time saying them.”

He nips at your neck. “Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic.”

You fall silent, surprised. Mattheo’s so rarely romantic. It’s all about the hot and heavy with him. Which you like. It’s nice to have your body appreciated like that. But you crave the softer things too sometimes.

Mattheo exhales quietly, then starts again. This time, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “You’re so handsome. When you’re resting… you get this look about you… makes me wanna… I dunno… It makes me weak.”

Your breath catches. You know how big of an admission that is for him. Mattheo ‘No weaknesses’ Riddle. Unfazed by everything and everyone.

Except, apparently, you. Sleeping you, specifically.

You shift to face him, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. The closeness makes you go crosseyed, but you don’t care. You grin and Mattheo grins back.

“You’re a sap,” you say finally. “Who knew?”

“If you tell anyone…” he says, voice playfully threatening.

“I won’t.” You press a kiss to his lips. “Your sappiness is all mine.”

He kisses you back, hand gently running over the dips and curves of your stomach again. “Yours, huh?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Mine.”

He chuckles, soft and low. “I think I could get used to that.”

[inkuinky]

“can I be honest with you?” Austin scoffs before he said; “William Andrew Solace, if you say you miss your boyfriend for the 37th time today, I’ll dismiss myself and leave you alone in this shift.”

Will acted surprised with all dramatic hand-on-chest. “you counted? damn. but seriously it’s been—“

“3 days, Will. ”

“3 days! how wounded i am being left? can’t you see here I’m suffering with all these loving feeling all alone? Austin! please!” Austin rolled his eyes as he open the storage box, lining bandages, gauzes, adhesives, elastics, and triangular in their respective lines. “oh please, what is Nico doing anyway?” Will shrugged as he rolled a tray of scalpels into sterilizer.

“his father called him. saying he needs Nico for the underworld things. complicated applications, judge control and all that stuff. he said he needs to check up on Menoetes’ work too, for the nectar and ambrosia collecting. you know, being the prince of the underworld. he promised not going on Tartarus though. he said to check on Asphodel and Elysium too.” Austin nods on that.

“I just- I just-? you know I’m-“ Will sat down before Austin walks to him. “you’re worrying his safety. Will, you do know he survived two wars with and without us. he went to tartarus twice, Will. he’ll be okay. he’ll be fine.” Will sighed. “he only pack his stygian iron sword and the clothes he wear!” Austin shrugged. “pretty sure he has his own room is his dad’s palace? era, ero?-“ “Erebos. you’re right. but what if he gets hurt? what if-“ graaughhr

“Sweet Apollo! you scar’d me!”

“Will, wha- is this a zombie?!”

Will gives Austin’s weirded out look the same look. “I don’t know? what are you doing here, Mr. Zombie?” graughrhs. said the undead, while holding out a surprisingly clean letter—sealed with black stamp, and a black box filled with two family packs of golden Oreos , enough ambrosia squares and canteens full with nectar. the zombie—somehow shyly—also held out a flower bouquet of night-blooming cereus (which is the flower persephone offer to him), hyacinthus and asphodels.

the Mr. Zombie then take a few space from both Will Solace and Austin Lake and stood there as Will processing of what just happened. “dude, I think it’s from Nico.” Austin gets a hold of the box and bouquet onto the table as he watch his brother holding onto the letter as if it was an ancient victorian fragile artifact. “whoa, do I need to get Cecil and Lou Ellen?” “nah, stay with me, Austin. catch me if I pass out.”

“and fill the shift alone? damn man.” but he agreed anyway as Will undo the stamp after reading the swift writing on the envelope.

to : Will Solace, My significant annoyance.

Dear Will,

I hope you don’t trouble yourself any harm.

I’m writing to you from Menoetes’ farm here. I’m fine and my journey went incredibly well, I might finish the tasks before next week comes. how are you, Night Light? Menoetes and Geryon here say hi. the troglodytes also give hail to Will Solace the Texan Son of Apollo.

Do you miss me? do you like the bouquet? Persephone insists on sending the bouquet, talking about ‘darkness’ and all. next meeting, I need you to tell me your conversation with her, seriously. I asked John to buy golden Oreos and put it with ambrosia and nectar. is it done? those are for you and infirmary needs. do you need me to get you anything for yourself? share the oreos with Kayla and Austin, you greedy dork.

this sound incredibly sappy, I can’t believe you turned me this way, Solace. either way, I miss you. ugh how do you cross words without making the ink spill? you can send me anything in return through John—I mean if you want to, I’m not forcing you or anything. you know that, don’t you?

I’ll soon be back, don’t miss me too much, Carebear. I love you.

Love, Nico Di Angelo

“that’s real sappy. just saying—wait, how come you are so red? it’s been a year and a half and you’re still flustered over him? gods, you guys are so gay” Austin fake gag while Will softly slap his shoulders “oh shut up, you are gay too, dumb ass. now let me write my return letter in peace” “oh please, like a pigeon war love letter? spare me your emotional train-wreck please.” Austin waves as he walk to the beds, to fix up the bed? he don’t know, all he know is he want to avoid Will Solace’s flustered manner as good as possible.

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Months, years later…

“what’s with the pout, Will? it’s only been 5 days since Nico’s next mission! I’m sure he’ll be fine, doing his prince duty and allat” Lou Ellen shrugs as she punch Will’s upper arms jokingly, while Will is still fidgeting on top of the picnic mat near the lake.

“it’s been 5 days, Lou! without any messages!” Lou Ellen rolled his eyes. “oh come on, he’s probably too busy. he’ll send those ‘elite-victorian, love-letter-pigeon-like zombie sooner or later.”

Cecil pops his stolen lolly. “I don’t know, Will. how are you so calm about a zombie being your transpor of sending messages? aren’t you scared?” Will shrugs. “at first, it does. but now? I’m waiting for his presence! to know what my boyfriend’s doing!”

Lou Ellen gives Cecil a look. “he’s down bad, he doesn’t care about the transport and all this undead things” Cecil laughs. “I don’t know, Lou. he fell head over heels, what do you expect him to not like about Nico Di Angelo?”

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hc credit and tag ; @princessofghosts-posts

[starlightkun]

⏯ word count: 9.5k ⏯ genre: fluff, established relationship, band au, punk drummer!sungchan, sequel to filler episodes, reader isn’t completely boring anymore! yay!, she’s still figuring it out a little bit but it’s not a full-fledged quarter life crisis anymore, ft. shotaro/eunseok/wonbin as sungchan’s bandmates, and nct dream 00 line as reader’s normal friends™ ⏯ warnings: the usual cursing, and reader briefly gets creeped on in a scene but gets out of there pretty quick, and that’s really it! if i missed any please let me know ⏯ extra info: this is the sequel to filler episodes, it cannot be read as a standalone! ⏯ author’s note: guys i almost died writing this they’re so cute 🤧 ⏯ now playing… pluto – xdinary heroes | undercover – a.c.e | injured crow – bears in trees

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He didn’t pull away when the kiss broke, affectionately nuzzling his nose with yours again. “Yeah…” he murmured, a content smile on his face. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“The sappy love songs, all the wars, carving things in trees, the locks on bridges, all of it.”

The excited hum of the crowd was audible from backstage as you helped the band with their final checks before going on.

“Shotaro, your in-ears,” you handed said equipment to the frontman.

“Oh, I was looking for those! Thanks!” He grinned as he took them from you, slipping one in his ear.

“Wonbin, I thought you weren’t going to wear more white shirts after you stained the one from yesterday blue with your sweat,” you reminded the guitarist, fixing a piece of his freshly-dyed dark blue hair that was out of place.

He looked down at his white tank top as if just remembering this, then shrugged. “This was the only clean shirt I had.”

“Laundry. We’re all doing laundry tomorrow,” you declared, looking around for the remaining members. “Where are the other two?”

“We’re here, we’re here,” Sungchan appeared at your side, Eunseok right behind him, tucking his shirt in. “Just had to use the bathroom.”

“Alright, everyone good?” You pointed at all of them, receiving various yeses and thumbs-up in return.

Another crew member called out two minutes before they had to go on, and you started backing away as they grabbed their instruments. “Okay, good luck, have fun, I’ll see you guys after.”

“Thanks, Y/N!” The other three members beamed at you, attentions turning to the stage in front of them.

Sungchan hung back with you for another moment, cupping your cheek with a hand to pull your lips to his. “Thank you, baby.”

“Good luck, Sungchan,” you murmured, giving him one more peck. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He let you go with a grin.

You emerged from backstage almost directly in the crowd, having to pass through a set of curtains and step over one rope until you were in the packed venue. Feeling a bit bad as always, you tried to squeeze through the people as nicely as you could. A staff member of the venue who was standing up by the stage and facing the crowd eyed you as you got closer and closer, and you held up the lanyard around your neck indicatively. Hanging from the lanyard was a crew member badge for the headliner band. Roses for Eyes hadn’t been able to get any of their own made—both due to how last-minute of an addition they were, and because they didn’t really have any crew or staff of their own, relying pretty much on the headliner’s crew and you—so you had been given a badge from the headliner’s crew to allow you to move freely in the venues.

The venue staff member relaxed and nodded, gesturing between them and the barricade, asking if you needed to get in there. You shook your head, stopping a few people behind barricade and off to the side.

As the guys came out and started their first song, you pulled out your phone to start taking pictures. On top of becoming the de facto tour manager for Roses for Eyes, you had also been in charge of taking videos and pictures of all the performances for their social media. They only had a thirty-minute set, and you always felt the pressure to capture all the best moments from each night.

You were focusing in on Wonbin’s guitar solo when you became aware of a presence over your shoulder. Thinking it was just someone in the crowd trying to get closer, you shuffled forward as best you could while still recording Wonbin.

“Hey.” A guy’s voice was right by your ear, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

The guitar solo was over, and as you switched back into taking pictures, you offered a polite nod to the man next to you in the crowd who had spoken to you. “Hi.”

“They’re good, right?” He was still shout-talking to you over the music.

“Yeah, they’re awesome.” You agreed, catching the perfect moment of Eunseok and Shotaro jamming out together.

“You a fan?”

“Uh-huh. Big fan.”

The lights went down for a dramatic rise back up into the next song, and you pointed your camera at Sungchan, knowing he always went hard on the intro of this one.

“So are you here by yourself?”

“I’m working,” you told him shortly, flashing your badge at him.

He either didn’t get the hint or didn’t care. “Cool, cool. So are you single?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to stop answering, focusing back on your job.

“Come on, what’s—” As soon as his hand grabbed your upper arm, you whipped around to shake him off.

“Fuck. Off.” You glared at him, lowering your phone as you focused on this problem.

“So you were lying. About not being single?”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed back. “Doesn’t matter if I’m single or not.”

He held his hands up. “We got off on the wrong foot. Can I try again?”

“No. Fuck off.”

A group of women who had been off to the side of you must have taken notice of what was going on, as two of them stepped in between you and the man, staring down at him from the top of their very tall platform boots.

“She said fuck off.” One of them spat at him. “We heard her tell you twice.”

“We were just talking.” He looked at you sheepishly, as if expecting you to defend him.

“No, we weren’t.” You retorted.

“So fuck off.” Another woman took a step closer to him, crossing her arms over her chest.

He muttered something about bitches as he slunk off into the crowd. You let out a breath of relief as the women swarmed you to check on you.

“Are you okay?” The first woman who had stepped in bent down to ask you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured them. “Thank you, really.”

“Of course!” A third one fixed your jacket for you. “We weren’t going to stand around with that happening right in front of us!”

“Do you want to watch the rest of the concert with us?” The first woman offered. “We’ll keep you tucked in safe right in the middle of us.”

You flashed them an appreciative smile. “If you don’t mind, then please.”

“Oh my god, of course!” They welcomed you into their group, encircling you, and letting you get lost in their fun energy for the night.

At the end of the show, you were sat at the band’s merch table. In addition to being the de facto tour manager and photographer/videographer, you also usually managed the merch table for Roses for Eyes. The headliner had plenty of crew to spare to work it, but you wanted to help however you could, and this was honestly one of your favorite parts. Various members usually came to hang out by the merch table and meet and talk with the concert goers, and you loved hearing all the praise that was showered on the guys. Almost nobody had heard of them before coming to the concerts, but it made your chest puff up with pride at how many people stayed just to tell the guys how much they loved their set.

Roses for Eyes didn’t have a lot of merch. In fact, they had exactly one kind of t-shirt, and CDs of their one and only semi-professionally recorded EP for sale. Which made your job easier, you just had to either hand them a CD, or ask their size in shirt.

“Oh my god, you’re here too!” Your next customers were the women who you had spent almost the whole concert with, their eyes sparkling with recognition and delight at you.

“Yes, I am!” You laughed as one reached out to fix your hair. “I’m everywhere, I swear. What can I get you guys?”

They each got a shirt, and a couple got CDs too. As you ran their cards and accepted their cash, they raved to you about the show.

“You know, I’d never heard of them before this, but they were so good!”

“That’s what everyone says,” you replied with a grin.

“I loved the first song they played, that was like—” She started mimicking the melody, and you recognized it immediately.

“Ah, ‘Lonely as Mars’!” You perked up. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“What’s your favorite song then?”

“Oh, I can’t say.” You grinned. “It’s not released yet…”

They all laughed and giggled at this. One peeked at the track list of the CD she had just bought from you again before looking up at you. “Guess we’ll have to wait until it’s released then, huh?”

“Yes, yes, please keep an eye out!” You couldn’t help it, you were proud of your boyfriend and the rest of your friends.

“Alright, beautiful, we’ll stop holding up your line.” One of them chuckled, giving your cheek a final tweak before the four of them moved over to the short line to chat with the band.

You couldn’t pause on that moment for too long, as more patrons came up to your table.

Once people had finally started trickling out of the venue, and you had no line left in front of either your merch table or to meet the band, you were unsurprised when Sungchan pulled up an extra folding chair next to you.

“You know,” he let out a sigh, scooting right up next to you until your legs were pressed together. “I think we need to completely deck you out in Roses for Eyes merch from head to toe.”

“One, you guys don’t even have that much merch. Two, I think all that would accomplish would be making me looking like a crazed fan.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am your biggest fan,” you acquiesced with a giggle at how serious he looked, squeezing his leg. “But we need security to let me in, you know.”

“What about a shirt with my face on it?”

“I think that’d be even worse.”

“It can say ‘CREW’ on the back or something.”

You laughed again. “I did tell that guy I was working, you know. Which did nothing.”

“I know, baby, I’m not mad at you.” Sungchan put an arm around the back of your chair, leaning in closer to inform you, “I was up on stage wishing I could’ve been kicking his face instead of the bass drum.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t hop off stage just to beat up somebody in the crowd.” You whispered back. “Even if it would’ve been deserved.”

“God, I don’t know if I can take another month of hearing you get hit on from right next to me.” He was presumably referencing times like now, with you at the merch table and him nearby talking to patrons.

“You think I like hearing people compliment your tattoos as an excuse to feel up your arms?”

“I don’t let them!” He protested. “And sometimes they do actually like my tattoos!”

“I know, Sungchan,” you snickered. “It’s hard being the hottest couple ever, isn’t it?”

“God truly gives his toughest battles to his sexiest soldiers,” Sungchan joked back, letting his arm drop down to your waist.

“Hey, on the bright side, tomorrow is the Venue:Hell show,” you reminded him. “I’ll have Jeno and Jaemin and my other two much less sturdy friends there. Not to mention Anton, Sohee, and Seunghan.”

He didn’t seem much happier about this, letting out a little grumble, “Mmm, alright.”

You looked around at the nearly empty venue, the only fans left chatting with a couple of the members from the headlining band by their table. “Do you think we can shut it down for the night?”

“Yeah, I think you’ve done plenty, baby.” He snuck a quick kiss to your temple. “So thankful for you.”

Your hometown was only a short, three-hour drive from the previous venue, so Roses for Eyes made the very cost-effective decision to drive straight there after the show to crash at the band’s apartment for the night instead of getting a hotel in the city right next-door. All of you let out groans of both relief and exhaustion when you finally opened the front door to their apartment. Luggage was immediately dropped on the floor of the living room as muttered ‘goodnight’s were lazily tossed over shoulders and everyone disappeared into their own rooms. After the five of you had been sharing two (or sometimes one) hotel rooms every night and a van every day for the past month, you knew everyone was glad to have some space again. You dropped onto Sungchan’s bed, a subtle happiness spreading out through you at being in the familiar surroundings again.

Sungchan flopped down pretty much on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he wrapped his arms around you tight.

“Night, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then left his face there, nuzzling his nose against your cheekbone. “Love you so much.”

“Mm, night, Sungchan.” You pulled one of his hands up to drop a peck on the back of his fingers. “Love you so much… even more…”

In the morning, you woke up still underneath Sungchan, and smiled to yourself, letting your eyes flutter shut. You fell asleep again for who knows how long, being woken up by gentle kisses being peppered all over your cheek.

Shifting a little bit, you squinted one eye open to offer Sungchan a sleepy smile. “Morning.”

“Did I wake you up?” He whispered. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, Sungchan,” you chuckled softly. “It was a great way to wake up.”

“I just woke up and saw you and I was thinking about how much I love and appreciate you,” he hummed, pressing two more kisses to your face. “Love you so much, and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done for us, you know.”

“I was serious about being your biggest fan.”

“I know. But I mean, we would’ve already crashed and burned so many times on this tour without you. And you stepping up not only to manage, but take photos and run our merch table? You didn’t have to do any of that. I asked you to come with because I couldn’t stand the thought of going two months without you. Not because we needed a crew member.”

“But you did need a crew member. Several, actually,” you replied humorously. “And I wasn’t going to just tag along and do nothing. Even if you had a manager and social media person and a fully staffed merch table already, I would’ve found something.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “God, I’m so in love with you. Love you so, so much I feel like I’m going to die.”

“Alright, well don’t do that,” you hummed, shifting onto your back and carding your fingers through his hair. You pulled him up to give him a kiss on the lips, laughing into his mouth when he dropped his full body weight back onto you again. “I love you too, Sungs. You big, clingy snugglemonster of a guy.”

“Your guy.”

“Yeah, you are.”

With your second load of laundry in the dryer, you hauled the stuff you’d just pulled out of the dryer into Sungchan’s room, dropping it onto his bed to start folding it. It’d all be going right back into your suitcases, but it was nice not having to do this in a laundromat.

You hadn’t heard a peep from the other three all morning, and as far as you knew, they were still passed out. Not that they were really morning people under normal circumstances anyway, but you figured they deserved to sleep in for today. If they weren’t up by the time Sungchan came back with lunch for everyone, you’d probably wake them up. After all, they had a show tonight, and you would need to be back on the road tomorrow morning.

Sungchan’s bedroom door opened again, your boyfriend poking his head in. “Food’s here.”

“Can you help me finish folding all this first?” You requested, and he obliged immediately, joining you by the mattress and picking up a t-shirt. “We should probably wake everyone else up so they can eat before the show.”

Suddenly, Sungchan started chuckling as he grabbed the next article of clothing to start folding.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about how… normal this is.” He pointed between you, him, and the laundry. “After being on the road for a month, it’s weird. I love it, I love not being cooped up in hotel rooms with everyone and having to smell-test my clothes as I’m rushing to get changed to go on stage but—” He laughed again. “I don’t know, it’s crazy how I love even stupid little chores like laundry with you.”

“Ah, Sungchan.” You tossed aside the socks you had just paired up, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his back. “You’re going to make me explode if you keep saying stuff like that.”

“Explode because you love me so much, I presume?” His grin was audible in his voice as he kept moving around to fold the rest of the laundry.

You just nodded against his back, continuing to hold him.

“Are we going to eat lunch like this?” He asked, and that’s when you realized he had finished up the last few garments.

You let out a dramatic sigh, taking your arms back. “I guess not.”

“You want to wake up Taro and Eunseok while I get Wonbin?”

Knowing that he was willingly taking the short end of the stick, you agreed easily. “Sure.”

You knocked on Shotaro’s door first, waiting for a few seconds before knocking again after you got no response. This time, you heard a garbled ‘Eh?’ from inside.

“Taro? You up?” You called out.

He groaned, and you could hear his feet as he shuffled over to open his door. The frontman rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Mm, hey. What time is it?”

“Lunchtime,” you informed him. “Good morning.”

“Oh, morning.” He grunted and stretched. “I’ll help you get Eunseok up.”

The two of you approached the bassist’s door together, and on the other side of the apartment, you could hear Sungchan’s unsuccessful attempts to wake Wonbin. Shotaro attempted very loud banging on the door once, and when he inevitably got no response, just threw it open. It was pitch black in the room thanks to Eunseok’s blackout curtains. You hung back by the doorway as Shotaro flicked the lights on then grabbed his bandmate’s shoulders.

Eunseok swore loudly, throwing an elbow out towards Shotaro as he rolled over and tried to push his face into his pillow.

“Nope!” Shotaro shook his shoulders again. “Come on, Eunseok! Wakey wakey! Good morning! Food! We have food! And if you don’t come eat it now, we’ll eat it all without you.”

Eunseok let out a long, slow sigh before sitting up straight in his bed. He pushed hair out of his face as he glowered at Shotaro. “If there’s no food, I’m going to cut your guitar strings one by one with kitchen shears while you watch.”

“Good morning, Eunseok,” you added with a snicker. He wordlessly flipped you off. You returned the gesture.

The three of you were already in the kitchen by the time Sungchan came back, practically dragging a still-snoozing Wonbin with him. Sungchan had a harrowed look on his face, while the guitarist yawned and nuzzled his cheek against your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Glad you could join us, sleepy,” you cooed, fixing Wonbin’s bedhead.

Shotaro and Eunseok finished making their plates and took them into the living room to eat—the guys had no dining table. You immediately started fixing two more plates of food in addition to your own, for Sungchan and Wonbin. Carefully balancing the three plates you brought them out to the living room as well, Sungchan dragging Wonbin behind you. He deposited Wonbin onto the couch next to Shotaro, and you set his plate and utensil down on the coffee table in front of him. Shotaro immediately took over prodding and waking Wonbin up to start eating, letting you and Sungchan squeeze into the armchair together with your food.

Roses for Eyes were doing their soundcheck that evening when you felt your phone start buzzing in your pocket. Checking it quickly, you saw that it was Jaemin, and stepped away to take the call.

“Hey!” You greeted him brightly, plugging your other ear to be able to hear him better. “Are you guys here?”

“Yeah, we can’t figure out which door to use?” He said, and in the background, you could hear the distant voices of Donghyuck and Renjun bickering. “And we don’t want to get the cops called on us or anything.”

“That wouldn’t happen, promise,” you snorted. “Places like this aren’t particularly fond of cops. Anyway, I’ll come get you! Are you by the front?”

“If the front is an unmarked rusted metal door, then yes.”

“Okay! Wait there!” You hung up.

Stepping back into the band’s eyeline, you lifted a hand to get their attention. They didn’t stop playing, but a couple of the members looked at you indicatively. You jerked a thumb at the exit and mouthed ‘be right back.’ Sungchan nodded, and Shotaro, who had been holding his mic with two hands anyway, gave you a thumbs-up.

Jogging through the venue, you opened the front door, squinting against the bright light of the sun for a moment. It was easy to find your friends, as Renjun presently had an arm around Donghyuck’s neck and Jaemin and Jeno watched on like they were two dads grilling at a cookout.

“Hey, guys!” You called out, running up to them.

“Y/N!” Jaemin whipped around, bright smile on his face as he went to hug you. “Oh my god, hey! You’re okay!”

“Hi, Jaem,” you laughed, hugging him back just as forcefully. “I didn’t go off to war, you know.”

“I know, I know.”

“Just ran off with my dirtbag boyfriend,” you couldn’t help but tease him, feeling as he scoffed, and perfectly imagining the eyeroll that came with it.

“Yeah, you haven’t let that one go, huh?”

“I’m afraid the guys are going to get matching shirts at this point.”

“I didn’t even call him your dirtbag boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I said—”

“Alright, you’re hogging her and now you’re nagging her,” Jeno interrupted, grabbing Jaemin’s shoulder.

Jaemin sighed and patted your head fondly as he let you go.

“Hey,” Jeno was beaming too as he grabbed you for a hug next.

“Hey, Jeno.” You squeezed him tight. “Thanks for the save, as always.”

“We used to be ‘the guys,’ you know?” Renjun had let Donghyuck go, and lodged his own teasing complaint as he gave you a brief hug. “Now it’s them?”

“I’m staying out of this one,” you announced, holding your hands up in surrender. “You all were my first ‘the guys,’ they’re my ‘the guys’ I’m around all the time right now, and Sungchan is, well, we all know—”

“Your dirtbag boyfriend!” Your friends said in unison, even Jaemin.

Renjun peered at your face inquisitively then, declaring, “You’re different.”

“What?” You tilted your head, absent-mindedly patting Donghyuck’s back in a one-armed hug.

“He’s right,” Hyuck agreed. “You’re not our same boring Y/N anymore.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then,” you snorted. “Come on, you guys can catch the rest of their soundcheck.”

Walking back into the venue with the other four in tow, you could already tell which song they were playing just from the drum beat that reverberated up the stairs that you were descending. The air became noticeably cooler as you went underground.

“Ooh, you guys are lucky,” you told your friends over your shoulder. “They’re playing one that isn’t released yet. It’s my favorite.”

You emerged back to where the main stage was, staying put towards the back as the band kept playing. Your foot tapped along to the beat, and you hummed along to the melody under your breath as Wonbin started singing first. Your eyes strayed from the band over to your friends’ faces every so often, however, anxious to see if they were enjoying it at all. You could still remember clearly the only other time they’d seen Roses for Eyes perform, and how well that went. They were here to show their support for you as your friends, not because they actually liked your boyfriend’s band, you were aware of that.

Jeno was bobbing his head along to the music, Renjun didn’t seem to be outright put off by it this time, but it was Jaemin and Donghyuck that concerned you. Their heads were together as they seemed to be quietly talking, but they were too far away for you to distinguish anything they were saying.

An errant sound in the song made you snap your head back over towards the stage, and you could tell that the rest of the members had noticed it as well, all of them looking at Sungchan for a second as they continued performing. As the song finished, you walked up towards the stage, concerned frown on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend.

“You alright, Sungchan?” You questioned. “You came in early for the last verse and hit the snare instead of the toms…”

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay,” he reassured you, pushing some hair off his forehead that had stuck there. “Just got distracted and accidentally started doing the last verse for Lonely as Mars instead.”

“Mm, alright.” You sighed. “Drink some water. All of you! I’m going to ask them to turn the AC up in here, you guys are dripping already and there isn’t even a crowd yet.”

A chorus of ‘thanks, Y/N’s followed you as you turned from the stage. Your friends were still standing uncertainly by the back wall, and you detoured over to them for a second.

“Sorry, can you guys wait here a second?” You requested. “I have to talk to the venue staff, it’ll just be a minute. I’ll also grab you a few VIP passes or something.”

When you returned, with the AC successfully nudged down a few degrees and four of the headliner’s VIP passes in hand, you saw that your friends had approached the stage, and were chatting with the band. Shotaro was sat on the edge of the stage, tuning his guitar, as Eunseok stood behind him, Wonbin was splayed out on his back on the stage, and Sungchan was still sat at his kit, miming drumming so as to not distract the others. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he ran through a pattern, not paying mind to anybody else.

“Here you go,” you smiled, handing out the VIP passes to all your friends. You then turned to the band to announce, “It should start getting much colder in here soon.”

Wonbin just lifted a thumbs-up in response before flopping his arm back onto the ground next to him.

“Thanks, Y/N!” Shotaro beamed. He turned to your friends again, “Like I was saying, we don’t know what we would’ve done without her. I don’t know how we managed before her, honestly.”

“You guys were doing just fine.” You shook your head. “You got invited on this tour all on your own, I had nothing to do with that, remember?”

“Dumb luck,” Eunseok snorted. “Their first opener’s vocalist broke his leg.”

“But if you guys hadn’t already put in the work yourselves, and weren’t awesome, they wouldn’t have asked you to fill in.”

“Alright, maybe you have a point,” Shotaro grinned.

Sungchan had finished what he was doing, and lumbered over to the edge of the stage, hopping down to stand next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him. “You done already?”

“Seemed like everybody else was taking a break.” He gestured to the rest of his bandmates.

“Because you said you needed to run your solo in ‘Split Seconds’ again on your own,” Eunseok retorted.

Sungchan pointedly ignored him, turning to your friends instead, giving them all good-natured nods. “Good to see you guys again. Glad you could make it out.”

“Yeah man, you too,” Jeno gave him a smile back.

“Of course, thanks uh, for inviting us out here…” Jaemin looked around the underground venue that you all were in, having a hard time keeping the uncertainty from his face, if he was even trying.

“Yeah, that was really convincing,” you hissed, pinching his arm.

“Ow!” His hand flew to rub the spot that you had just wounded, a pout coming to his face.

“So, where will the safest place in the crowd be?” Renjun asked the band, gesturing to the empty area behind you all.

The band exchanged confused looks. You clarified, “They don’t want to be in the mosh pit.”

They let out unanimous ‘ohh’s, and Shotaro took over explaining.

“A pit usually forms in the center… front-ish.” He waved his hand over a large swath of the venue. “So if you stay off to the sides, you should be fine.”

“I’m usually up by the barricades and off to the side, since I’m taking photos and stuff,” you added.

“Honestly, you should try it,” Eunseok suggested. “One of the rules of a mosh pit is to look out for the other moshers. You shouldn’t get trampled or anything.”

Renjun shot a look at Donghyuck, who already had a mischievous grin on his face. “Lee Donghyuck, if you shove me into a mosh pit, so help me, I’m dragging you in with me.”

The other guys snickered, and you couldn’t help but smile at the familiar bickering of your friends.

Checking your phone for the time, you then nudged Sungchan’s side and started shooing the rest of the band back towards the stage. “Alright, break’s over. You guys need to finish your soundcheck so we can hand the stage over.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eunseok saluted you as Shotaro hopped back to his feet and both of them started yanking Wonbin up.

Sungchan kissed your temple and squeezed your shoulder in a wordless ‘thanks’ and ‘be back soon’ before effortlessly climbing back on stage. You stepped back to stand with your friends as the band counted off for their next song.

“Shotaro said that you’re not just tagging along, you’re like, doing everything for them?” Jaemin lowered his voice as much as he could to keep the conversation between the two of you, but still be heard over the music. “Like, tour manager, running their merch table, photos and videos…”

“Huh?” You looked over at him from where you were watching Sungchan closely to see if he had gotten out of his funk from earlier. “Oh, yeah, yeah. They needed some help, it’s not like I was really doing anything else.”

“I thought you might at least pitch in like doing merch or something, but…”

“But what?”

“Do you think you’ll keep doing this? When you get back? Being their manager or whatever?” Your friend sounded genuinely curious. “They all said they really rely on you.”

The expression fell off your face as you blinked at him, having never genuinely considered this. You frowned and tilted your head. “I… don’t think so.”

“Why not?” After a beat, he half-joked, “Pay’s not great?”

You gave him a light-hearted eyeroll at that. “Not only are they covering my travel and lodging expenses, but they’re insisting on giving me a cut of the tour and merch proceeds, too. Whatever we actually end up making, if anything.”

“Not bad.”

“I mean, I filled in now because they needed someone now. But, I just don’t think that’d be good for me and Sungchan,” you admitted. “Pitching in at their merch table or even backstage every once in a while is one thing, but working together that closely and dating… I don’t think it’d be good to do for the long-term. You know?”

Jaemin nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. So you’ll be looking for a job when you get back?”

“Yeah, I’ll have to find something.” You shrugged. “Eventually.”

All of you were hanging out in the band’s area backstage when a venue staff member tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to her inquisitively, stepping away from the conversation to hear her properly.

She sighed and shook her head. “There’s three guys at the front claiming they’re with you all. They’re really insistent. Anton, Seunghan, and Sohee?”

The look on her face made it clear that she didn’t believe them, and she was expecting this whole errand to be a waste of her time.

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” You replied brightly. “Where are they? I’ll bring them in.”

“Front door.”

“Thanks!” You darted off through the building. Grabbing three more passes from the headliner’s crew first, you then poked your head out the front door.

A line had begun forming already, and off to the side were your three friends, waiting with a rather unamused-looking venue staffer. You walked over, greeting the staff member politely.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Roses for Eyes’ crew.” You showed him your badge. “Thanks for letting us know. They’re good to come in.”

You were handing the guys their own lanyards as you spoke, and the employee glanced over you one more time before shrugging.

“Cool. You got it from here?” He asked.

“Yep. Thanks again.” You flashed him a smile before starting back towards the door. Addressing your friends over your shoulder, you added, “Hi, by the way. You guys weren’t giving them trouble, were you?”

“What? Us?” Sohee replied with mock offense. “Never!”

“Did you get a haircut or something, Y/N?” Seunghan asked suddenly.

“Huh?” You looked back at him. “No, my hair’s the same.”

“Maybe it’s the clothes,” Anton suggested. “I think is the first time we haven’t seen you in a pantsuit.”

You scoffed. “It wasn’t growing from my skin, you know.”

“Yeah, we know that now.”

“They’re right,” Sohee agreed. “Something’s different.”

“You think so?” You looked down at yourself, furrowing your brow thoughtfully. “That’s what my friends said too…”

“Did you dye your hair?” Seunghan was apparently still stuck on your hair. “Like, a different shade of the same color?”

“No, I didn’t change my hair.” You shook your head. “You guys are late, by the way. Completely missed both bands’ soundcheck.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Anton teased, making the other two snicker.

You turned around to grab his ear. “Not your mom, you little punk. Take out your mommy issues on some other girl.”

“Ow! Ow!” He whined. “Okay, fine, you’re way more like an aggressive older sister anyway.”

Sohee and Seunghan were still laughing at Anton, who cradled his wounded ear as the three of you reentered Roses for Eyes’ green room. It hadn’t been very spacious before, already rather cozy with the band, you and your friends, now a bit cramped with the addition of the other three.

“They’re finally here!” You announced loudly as you opened the door.

The band’s faces immediately lit up at seeing their friends again, welcoming them in.

“Your girlfriend’s a bully, Sungchan.” Anton apparently wanted to continue your hallway bickering.

“Whatever it was, you probably deserved it,” Sungchan replied without hesitation, putting him in a headlock and messing up his hair for good measure.

Packed into the crowd, with your friends all around you and Roses for Eyes’ music coming through the speakers by your head so loud that you could feel it rattling your ribcage, you couldn’t picture anywhere else you’d rather be in that moment. The crowd was unbelievably energetic, feeding right back into the guys’ performance, and you eagerly yelled back the lyrics to them, one of the few who did, but entirely uncaring of that fact as every time you caught your boyfriend’s eye, or one of your friends’ gazes up on stage, they would give you the wildest grin and continue singing along with you.

For their part, your friends did look like they were having fun. They danced with you, clapped and cheered between songs, and followed your lead on chants. Anton, Sohee, and Seunghan were of course having a blast, this was already their scene, and they broke away from you to join in on the mosh pit when it formed. They even managed to convince Donghyuck to come along, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the four of them disappear into the throng.

Sungchan had taken you aside before the show and told you to not worry about pictures or videos tonight, to just have fun with your friends. And you were, fully immersing yourself in the moment.

You excitedly hit the closest person’s arm—Jaemin—as the vocals stopped and tension rose in the song, knowing what was coming next. “Ahhh! Listen! Listen! Here!”

It was one of Sungchan’s drum solos, and you couldn’t hide your pride, gripping Jaemin’s arm maybe a little too hard as you jumped and cheered. As it finished out and the other instruments joined back in, you let out one last yell of Sungchan’s name, and he threw his head back to shake his hair out of his face, shooting you a grin and a wink.

“Y/N!” Jaemin yelled from next to you.

“Yeah?” You replied just as loud, still half-watching the performance.

“He’s really good, but I think you’re going to make my arm bleed!”

“Shit! Sorry!” You let go of where you had been unintentionally digging your nails into his forearm in your elation, and he rubbed his other hand over the skin.

“It’s okay.” He patted your back, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at you. “I’m having fun.”

“Good!” You beamed, giving his arm a kinder squeeze this time.

After the concert, the others all went back to Anton’s place to drink and continue catching up—you again were surprised when your four friends accepted the invitation that had been extended to them. But Sungchan waved them off, saying he was worn out from the show.

Since the others had taken the van, you and Sungchan were left to walk home, which you didn’t mind, their apartment was just a fifteen-minute walk from Venue:Hell, and the night was cool and clear. Your path took you along the riverfront, and you pulled on Sungchan’s hand to stop at the railing overlooking the water. The lights shimmered along the dark, rippling surface of the water, and you took a deep breath of the crisp air.

Sungchan pecked your temple, letting out a sigh against your head before letting go of your hand and moving to sit down on a nearby bench. He let out a deep-held groan as he lowered himself to sit, resting his elbows on his knees.

You turned around, leaning back against the railing to watch him. “Do you want to go straight home? I know you said you were tired…”

“No, it’s okay, baby. It’s nice out here,” he reassured you, and his tone didn’t make you think he was lying about that, but there was still something that was bothering you.

“Is something wrong, Sungs?” You questioned. “You’ve been… off since soundcheck.”

“It’s being back home, made me realize that it’s going to be over.”

“Aw, you’ll go on tour again.” You pushed off the railing to close the space between you two, cradling his head to you and kissing his hair. “I know you will. You guys are only going to do bigger and better things.”

“Thanks, baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek against your middle. “But that’s not what I was talking about. I meant being with you all day every day, getting to see you be our badass manager and stuff.”

“Ah, Sungchan…” You cooed again, rubbing his back. “I’m going to miss this too. I think this was really good for us, being able to spend time together like this, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’m so happy that you invited me to come with you, that I’ve been able to really see what you do and do this incredible thing with you, even if it kind of terrified me at first. But I don’t think that working together like this all the time would be sustainable for our relationship long-term.”

He let out a loud, drawn-out sigh. “Yeah… You’re right. You’re always right.”

“So you keep saying,” you replied humorously. Your voice turned soft and serious again as you added, “I’ll always be there supporting you guys; don’t think I’m going to stop being your biggest fan. But I don’t want to risk this in the process.”

“Neither do I.” He kissed your stomach through your shirt, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sungs.” You kissed his head again. “And tonight also made me realize something else too.”

“What’s that?”

“As much as I’ve loved helping you guys out and being able to support you from behind the scenes, and I’m looking forward to spending the second half of the tour doing that… I also missed being able to just cut loose with the rest of the crowd and support you like that too.”

Sungchan looked up at you, a fond smile coming to his face. “Yeah, I loved seeing you have so much fun tonight. I want you to have the time of your life at every one of our shows that you’re at, not be working.”

“Then after this tour…” You pecked his nose. “I quit.”

He was smirking as he teased back, “Not if I fire you first.”

You couldn’t help yourself, cupping his cheek and kissing him. Sungchan eagerly kissed you back as one of his hands went under the hem your shirt, fingers on the skin of your waist as he pulled you even tighter to him.

You broke the kiss with another giggle, squirming and grabbing his hand that was under your top. “Your fingers are cold, Sungs.”

He didn’t seem offended by the rebuff at all, watching you fondly as you sandwiched his one large, cold hand between your own two slightly warmer hands in a futile attempt to warm it up. “Hey, have we done your something new yet today? We’re back home, it’s not a new city.”

You let go of his hand to check the time on your phone. “It’s almost one in the morning…”

“It’s not tomorrow yet until we’ve gone to sleep.”

“Alright,” you chuckled. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s a surprise.” He jumped to his feet and offered you his hand with a grin.

You took it without hesitation, letting him pull you down the empty sidewalks at a near-run. The two of you finally skidded to a stop at the back of a building you’d never seen before in your life.

Sungchan tested the door handle, chuckling when it opened easily. “He still leaves it unlocked.”

You didn’t question where you were, who Sungchan was talking about, or if you were allowed to be here as you followed him in, the door slipping shut behind you. You ended up in some kind of stairwell, and your boyfriend started taking you up. A few yellowed lights dimly lit the concrete stairs under your feet, flickering every so often, but affording just enough visibility that you didn’t think you’d trip and face-plant. You passed by doors that seemed to lead to the actual inside of the building, only marked with numbers indicating their floors. You reached the top of the stairs after floor four. There was another door, this one marked ‘ROOF ACCESS – KEEP CLOSED’ and propped open with what looked like a broken mop handle.

Sungchan pushed the door open without hesitation, leading you right onto the roof. While the building you were on top of wasn’t a skyscraper by any means, it was taller than the others in its immediate vicinity, affording an unobstructed view of the city lights at night, glittering and shimmering all around you. The air was cool on your cheek, but you were kept warm by Sungchan’s jacket. Leaning against the railing that went around the entire roof, you took your eyes off the view and looked up at Sungchan.

“This is great, Sungchan,” you said, feeling the persistent smile on your lips that was there whenever you were with him.

“Hold on.” He slipped off his backpack, and you watched with interest as he rooted around in it before bringing out a box. It was a box of hand sparklers, these ones in particular being familiar to you as the same ones you all had gotten a few stops ago to celebrate Shotaro’s birthday.

“I thought we used all of them,” you accepted them from him as he fetched a lighter from the bag before dropping it on the ground.

“Eunseok found one more box rummaging through a box of cables earlier.”

“So you stole them.”

“So I stole them, yeah.”

You took out one sparkler for yourself, and handed another to Sungchan. He lit yours first, the firework immediately sparking in front of you. A giggle bubbled out of you as you held the sparkler out in front of you, watching it until it fizzed out. Getting another two and turning to Sungchan for him to light, you realized he hadn’t even used his first one yet, his gaze resting on you.

“Hey, you didn’t light yours,” you nudged him.

“I was watching you, baby,” he admitted freely, grabbing you by the waist to kiss your forehead. “Trying to remember that forever.”

You shoved the other sparklers haphazardly into his hand before wrapping both your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He chuckled, rubbing your back. You could feel the curve of his smile where his cheek rested against your temple. His hand left your back before you heard his lighter click and the familiar sizzle of the sparkler again. You turned your head just enough to peek at it over your shoulder, seeing that he was being careful to hold it as far out away from you as his long arms would allow.

When it went out, you turned yourself fully around in his arms, leaning back against him. He playfully pushed you forward with his body until the two of you were both leaning against the railing on your elbows, Sungchan caging you in with his arms and hooking his chin over your shoulder to see around you to light your next pair of sparklers.

You moved to draw a star in the air with yours this time, and Sungchan spiraled his around until they both went out. On your next ones, you held yours still as he seemed focused on writing his name. His went out a second before yours, and you laughed victoriously.

“I win!” You declared, holding your still smoldering sparkler.

“Oh, we’re playing the game now?”

“Mm-hm,” you confirmed. “Didn’t you hear my telepathic message?”

“Missed that one, sorry, baby,” he snickered, giving you a sweet kiss. “But I’d never forget your prize.”

Both of you held your respective sparkler still this time, watching the tiny pops and miniature explosions as they burned through. Sungchan’s went out right after yours, and you let out a huff as he waved his burned stick in the air.

“I won.” He didn’t cheer very loudly, with his mouth right next to your ear.

You turned your head, nose bumping into his for a moment, making the both of you let out a synchronized breathy giggle. Pressing your lips to his, you let your eyes flutter shut as you melted into him even further—if that were even possible. He moved his mouth against yours as if he hadn’t just kissed you a few moments before, teeth and tongue eagerly joining too.

He didn’t pull away when the kiss broke, affectionately nuzzling his nose with yours again. “Yeah…” he murmured, a content smile on his face. “I get it.”

“Get what?” You asked quietly, searching his eyes curiously.

“The sappy love songs, all the wars, carving things in trees, the locks on bridges, all of it.”

You pushed your forehead against his, unable to do much more past the insurmountable feeling of your heart about to explode. “That almost sounds like the start of a sappy love song right there, Sungs.”

“You think?”

“Sappy love songs, all the men who went to war, locks on bridges, all the tree barks carved with hearts,” you mused. “I’m no songwriter, but I think you can pull some rhymes out of that.”

He was grinning now. “And I promise the next time you hear it, it will be one entire sappy love song unto itself. All about you, baby.”

“Gah!” You clutched at your heart as you twisted enough to bury your face in his neck. “If I don’t die of an exploded heart before then.”

“I won’t let you,” Sungchan growled playfully, rubbing your back. “You’re stuck with me. We haven’t even done all that stuff yet.”

“Is going to war for me is on that to-do list?”

“Duh. Now who’s missing our telepathic messages?”

You laughed. “That’ll be a ‘something new’ for the history books.”

At the second to last stop of the tour, you had caught brief respite in a narrow spot backstage behind the curtains, careful to stay out of the way of the other crew members bustling about. Roses for Eyes were all either changing, eating, or otherwise hanging out before the show began, and you were in a rare moment of not putting out a fire or looking for smoke before one began.

“Y/N?” A voice that you’d only heard over loudspeaker announcements or in addresses to the entire crew came accompanied by a gentle tap to your shoulder. You turned to see the tour manager for the headliner next to you, snakebites spreading with the wide grin she was giving you.

“Yes, is there something I can assist with?” You stood up straight and at attention. She was usually so busy coordinating literally everyone on the tour that you’d never even had the opportunity to introduce yourself and talk to her one-on-one like this, surprised that she even knew your name.

She offered you one of the two sweating water bottles in her hand as she flipped up the mic on her headset. “Nayoung. I don’t think we’ve officially met.”

“No, but I understand, you’ve been very busy.” You accepted the bottle with a thankful head nod.

“So have you.”

You were once again amazed that she had apparently also taken note of any of what you were doing this whole time. Honestly, you were worried about being a nuisance—a band member’s entitled girlfriend tagging along on the tour, not even lifting a finger to help, and just making the entire crew’s lives harder sounded like a pretty plausible issue for her and her staff to have faced before.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head again.

“You seem like you liked it, you picked it all up really quick after being thrown in the deep end, you know.” She cracked her own bottle cap before lifting the drink to her pitch-black painted lips.

“I’ve really loved it all, actually. Not just supporting the guys, but the work itself, surprisingly enough,” you beamed fondly as you twisted your water open. “It’s totally different from what I used to do, so it’s been really awesome learning about it all. Your staff is incredible, by the way, they’ve been so patient with me whenever I’ve had questions and helping us out when we need an extra extra hand. Really, you guys have been fantastic, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nayoung lifted a dark eyebrow curiously. “So what’s this I hear about you quitting after the tour then? You and Sungchan didn’t… did you?”

“Oh, no no no,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “The opposite, actually. We agreed that working this close together isn’t a good long-term plan for us. But it was a good experience, and I’ll figure out a way to put it on my résumé.”

“Résumé,” she repeated with mild interest, giving you an avenue to keep talking.

“Yeah, better than just saying I was unemployed for two months when interviewers ask,” you chuckled. “Not looking forward to breaking out the pantsuits again when we get back, though.”

“Who says you have to?” She asked. “You’ve been exposed to jobs outside of an office, you know there’s other options. Did you like your old sort of job so much, despite your apparent dislike for the uniform?”

You faltered for a second in what had so far been a pretty light-hearted conversation on your end, your easy-going smile slowly dropping off your features as you became overcome with confusion. “I guess… that’s what I’ve always done. I know I’m okay at it, I can get a job like that again.”

“But you don’t have to. If you don’t want to.”

You looked down at your feet as you took a thoughtful sip of your water. “You’re right. I’ve… I didn’t even think of that. Thanks, Nayoung.”

“And once you polish up that résumé, send it my way, hm?”

You almost did a spit-take on her, covering your mouth as you coughed and choked down the water in your mouth. “Wait, seriously?”

“My whole crew’s loved you since day 1. I’ve kept my eye on you, and like I said, I can tell you’ve really taken to all of this. You’ve pretty much been informally interviewing for two months already. I just need the résumé.”

“Absolutely!”

She took out a business card for the event and tour management company, this one with her own number and email on it and handed it to you. “Here, when you’re ready. We do all sorts of local stuff too, by the way, we’re not just on the road year-round. There’s a lot of planning that comes before that part.”

You held the card with two hands, well aware that your eyes were shining at her. “That sounds perfect, actually. I will totally send my stuff to you. Thank you!”

“Look forward to hearing from you, then.” She gave you one last grin before snapping the mic back down into place on her headset and started off in another direction with purpose in her steps, already talking to someone else over the mic.

Sungchan found you still rooted to that same spot, looking down at the business card in your hands. He hesitantly grabbed your elbow, startling you from your happy trance.

“Hey, what you got there?” He peered over your shoulder at it curiously.

“Nayoung asked for my résumé,” you told him brightly, practically shoving the card in his face to show him.

He jerked his head back to actually read the writing, a big smile coming to his face as well as he held a hand up for you to high-five. “Congrats, baby!”

You hit his hand hard before throwing your arms around his neck, excitedly bouncing up and down even as you had a vice-like grip around him. He just laughed and hugged you back, doing a small spin with you that the narrow space behind the curtain would allow.

“We’ll just have to make sure all your future acts knows that you were our badass tour manager first,” he teased, smirking as he cradled the back of your head to kiss you.

You pressed your lips to his once, twice more before pulling away with the same wide grin on your face as before. “Oh of course. And hopefully one day, they won’t ask me who that is when I say that.”

His jaw dropped in mock offense as you went to give him another kiss on the cheek in apology, despite your giggles. He just scoffed and pinched your side, making you squeal. “Rude.”

“I’m kidding, Sungs, you know I’m kidding,” you leaned against him affectionately. “Like I keep telling you, you guys are only going to do bigger and better things. I’m going to be the one bragging that I was your first tour manager.”

“Pretty sure you have something even better to brag about,” he reminded you, and you could feel him practically puffing out his chest with pride. “But I’ll take it.”

As you were about to open your mouth to continue your teasing banter by acting confused about what he could possibly mean, something suddenly occurred to you. It didn’t seem like Sungchan had just stumbled across you backstage, or was even looking for you just because he wanted to see you—he had seemed to be on a mission when he found you. You pulled back enough to look up at him with a knowing frown.

“Did you need something, Sungs?” You questioned.

“I didn’t need anything but to see my beautiful, awesome girlfriend.” He put a defensive hand over his chest, then added, “But Shotaro lost his in-ears again.”

“Of course,” you sighed, beginning to detangle yourself from his grasp. “One more night of this, huh?”

⤷ au masterlist | blog masterlist

[cheollipop]

YOU DESERVE THE 2K BABES!!! Here’s one for you;

Where San’s lazy to clean up after sex so he ends up falling asleep with his cock inside you. And the next morning ends up fucking you with his cum when he realises that his cock is still buried in you. He’s totally fucked out from the pleasure since he’s still half asleep. ❤️

Have fun with this huhu \(//∇//)\

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we've come full circle!! I started this sleepover with a somno drabble, and now I'm ending it with another one ^^ anonnie, I am not exaggerating when I say I nearly lost my mind reading this ask....I cannot. whenever desperate san is mentioned, I need to take a breather or else I might commit a felony. maybe it's because it's the last sleepover submission but...this turned out so fluffy and so sappy and ughhhh i love love so much. thank you so much for sending this in!! I had lots of fun writing it out, so I really hope I did it justice,, happy reading~ ( = ⩊ = )♡

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, so fluffy, and sappy, somnophilia, morning sex, unprotected sex (👎), multiple creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, mentioned oral sex (f), they're both very very desperate, and very very in love

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

The new day’s rays peppered kisses over honey skin, soft lashes fluttering open to take in the gold cast over painted walls. San was still groggy, remnants of his dream and hints of last night’s endeavours still clinging to the back of his eyelids as he fought off the insistent drowsiness. Your scent lured him in, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck while he drew you closer with arms around your waist, chest flush with your back as he inhaled what was left of your perfume.

He breathed out a soft groan against your skin, the pleasure shooting up his spine dragging him out of the idle state of somnolence he’d slipped into. Awareness flooded his senses—the morning birds sang a familiar melody, accompanying the steady pace at which your hips moved, dragging San’s hardening cock over your sweet spot, fluttering walls enveloping him in their heat. The thick cum he pumped you full of the night before now settled over your thighs and his, crusted over the fresh layer of sweat your ministrations drew out of your pores. San’s mind raced, and then calmed down under the blinding ecstasy coursing through him with every involuntary squeeze around his length, the fingers resting over your waist now gripping the flesh as he resisted the urge to fuck into you.

He allowed you to use him, angle your hips to fit San’s cockhead directly against your g-spot, and chasing your orgasm despite knowing he’d awoken. San grew harder, perhaps because you were so entranced by your own pleasure to pay him any mind, or perhaps because of the images his brain kept drawing up, the questions it kept asking—was his cock buried within your used cunt all night, or did you wake up so desperate to take another load of his cum that you stuffed it back inside yourself?

San groaned into your neck, sliding his hand down to your hip while he lifted his head to peek over your shoulder, the pretty ‘o’ painted on your lips going straight to his groin. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to your cheekbone, rolling his hips to meet your own, the steady echoes of skin-on-skin reverberating between the golden walls.

“I gave you so much last night, didn’t I? Oh baby, look at the mess we made,” he mumbled against your skin, fingers tracing a line down the dried-up stream of cum on your inner thighs.

“Sannie, ‘s not enough,” you whined, reaching around to dig your nails into his ass, guiding him into your needy, leaking cunt. “Want you, please, ‘want you so bad.”

“Ah, fuck—I’ll give you whatever you want, darling, I’m all yours,” he snuck an arm under your leg, spreading you wide open before snapping his hips into you once, twice, before his rhythm turned desperate. Desperate to please, desperate to feel you clenching around him, desperate to watch his cum seep out of you under the orange hue of the early morning sun. He fucked the moans out of your parted lips, the dizzying sound harmonising with that of the robins sat at your windowsill. “God, you feel so good. ‘Wanna fill you up again, watch your pretty pussy leak while we eat breakfast.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, repetitions of ‘yes’ and San’s name rolling off your tongue while you gripped onto the hand holding your legs apart, the wet squelch of your cunt as it spat slick out every time San buried inside you masked under the overlapping mewls and grunts shared in the air separating you.

And yet, you wanted more. San was in no way a stingy partner, and more often than not, he gave more than he took. Your mind sifted through hazy memories of the prior night: soft hands bringing you down onto his face, nose nuzzling into your clit while he curled his tongue between your walls; his sensitive cock—overstimulated yet still hard—pounding into you, spurting watery strings of cum deep inside you until the fatigue rendered you unable to ask for more, falling asleep with the twitching member stuffed inside you. Perhaps you were just too needy, too drunk on San, too addicted to his being to bare his absence, even if it were for a single second.

“You’re gonna take it all, won’t you? My pretty girl’s gonna let me breed her over and over again, until her pussy can’t fit any more of me inside.”

God, you felt dizzy. Pure bliss buzzed through your body as San guided you over the edge, holding your hand as you dove head-first into a warm ocean of blues, soft waves reflecting the orange beams of sunlight under which you basked. You clamped up around him, and his thrusts turned sloppy, slipping out with how wet you were. He pushed back inside, chest heaving against your back with raspy praise—‘just a little more,’ and ‘good girl, taking me so well’—muttered onto your nape, thighs shaking against the backs of yours while he used your stretched cunt to reach his high.

San’s cock twitched as he finally unloaded within you, his pace slowing into a languid grind, and the breath he’d been holding released over your skin, low-toned moans travelling into your ears as he milked himself of every last drop and fed it into your womb.

Comfortable stillness took over the room, and the thick scent of sex mingled in the air you breathed, but San’s warmth, his scent and body, engulfed your very being, and somehow nothing else mattered anymore. you shifted onto your back, his length slipping out of you with a hiss, and the familiar trickle of the translucent liquid sent a shiver through your spasming frame. San laid on his side, propped up on an elbow while he mooned over the tranquillity gracing your features, hints of sleep still imminent on your puffy eyelids, and yet he couldn’t help but find that endearing—wanting him, needing him, even while barely conscious. San wondered what good he had done in his past lives to be worthy of such unconditional love and adoration, but didn’t dare ponder for too long, afraid of missing the blessing—fucked-out and staring up at him—the universe had bestowed on his present.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi angel! Could you do another club mom reader and sevika during their actual wedding. They got married but I don’t think we ever saw the wedding!

It’s lowkey disgustingly cute. The girls help them both get ready. I imagine the girls convincing club mom reader to let them do that thing where they take sexy polaroids of reader, and hand them to sevika throughout the night

- 🐥

CUTEEEE i'm so glad u guys like stories about marrying sevika as much as i do sometimes i worry i write about it too much hahha

men and minors dni

"mom, you look incredible!" frosty gasps. you snort.

when you showed your girls the outfit you picked out for the ceremony they nodded and hummed happily. and now that you're showing them the lingerie you plant to wear underneath your wedding outfit, they're all tearing up and squealing.

"you might end up killing her in that one, mom." trinity giggles.

"your ass looks amazing!" cherry gasps.

you can't stop laughing. you hadn't even planned on wearing any special underwear under your wedding outfit, but upon hearing this news, buttercup smacked you and demanded she take you shopping.

now, a week later, you're finally showing all your girls what you've settled on; only because they've all piled into the little 'getting ready' room you're preparing for your wedding in.

fuck, you can't believe the big day is here.

you and sevika wanted something small and simple. your girls had other plans. now, you're in a rented out ball room, getting ready to profess your love to sevika in front of almost every relative, customer, and friend you know. half of zaun is here.

a camera flashes and you cringe. "fuck are you doing?" you ask, turning to glare at cherry. she giggles.

"somethin' special for your bride." she says with a shrug. you huff.

"leave her alone, i'm sure she's shitting herself wherever she is." you whine.

crystal giggles and passes you a little polaroid photo. you giggle looking down at the picture of your wife, grumpily glaring at herself in a mirror while she tries to tie a tie around her neck.

"please tell me you helped her." you laugh. crystal snorts.

"only after she broke the mirror in frustration."

you gasp, and your girls burst into laughter. "is she okay?" you squeak, pushing through the gaggle of girls gathered to watch you dress. "is she bleeding?" you ask as you try to get to your lover.

trinity grabs you by the elbow, tugging you back in the room. "she's fine mom, relax. plus, you're half naked."

"sevika wouldn't mind that." you pout.

your girls cackle.

the ceremony is a disaster.

buttercup gets too close to a candle, and all the hairspray she'd put in her hair ignites into an explosion of flames.

cherry trips and falls as she walks you down the aisle, twisting her ankle so bad that a few people have to haul her back to her feet and drag her the rest of the way down.

your officiant, some lawyer who's always visiting your club, shows up blackout drunk. he's barely able to read the lines off his cards.

but... you don't care. because the moment sevika sees you, a grin brighter than the fire in buttercups' hair breaks across her face.

"this is a disaster." she whispers to you as your officiant stumbles through his words. you snort.

"of course it is. it's us." you giggle.

sevika leans forward to kiss you, and the crowd erupts into applause. the officiant huffs.

"you're supposed to wait 'til the end." he grumbles.

at your reception, you sit in sevika's lap, cackling at the various speeches your girls give you-- all in various states of inebriation. they're sweet and sappy and a little scandalous, but nobody expects anything different from a group of strippers.

at one point, sevika leans over to whisper in your ear. "y'know... the girls have been passing me polaroids of you in that lacy shit you're wearing under this all night." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i think they were trying to do the same for me, but you intimidated them out of more than one once you smashed a mirror."

sevika cackles and leans in to kiss you. the crowd surrounding you bursts into cheers. she chuckles against your lips. "wanna get outta here?" she asks.

"our own wedding!?" you cackle.

she shrugs. "you look fuckin' delicious in those pictures, and tonight's been a mess anyways."

you laugh. "well, when you put it that way..."

sevika doesn't let you finish your sentence before she's scooping you over her shoulder and hauling ass out of the ballroom.

you cackle. your guests hoot and wolf-whistle as you wave them all goodbye.

kofi

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[afyrian]

sappy sweets kageyama tobio x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you see kageyama again and you end up with more sweets word count: 900 warnings: none

masterlist / pt. 1

    "okay, karasuno volleyball team, i need you in order based on your numbers. numbers one through six, please sit on these stands and then seven stand behind one. the rest of you filter through please," you look through your camera which is centered on the chairs and banner. 

  they slowly make their way onto their seats, your gaze flickering back to kageyama. ever since the faithful day in which you actually spoke to him, you'd been wondering when you'd interact again. of course you see him in class and around the school. although, his eyes are always focused on something. 

  "number seven, could you move to your right some? just so you guys in the back are offset from the ones in the front," you walk up to them, helping them find their spots, moving some over so that the shot lines up perfectly, "yeah, number eight could you scoot over a little more?"

  as you move down the row of players, you lock eyes with kageyama. they're just as beautiful as the first day you saw them, your heart already starting to race as you nod at him, "perfect spot kagey- number nine... you as well number ten. okay, i think that this is it, let me get the photos and then you guys can head out."

  you head back to the camera finally taking a few photos, only some of them smiling, mainly the older classmates. they turn out fairly good for a group photo of a team, especially one with the low budget that you're allotted. part of you wants to pretend like it didn't come out great, just so you can spot kageyama in the camera a few more times. 

  however, that would be cruel, and you couldn't do that to kageyama, or the rest of the team. "okay, thanks for your time. you can purchase the photos for individual use by visiting the photography club and we can send them your way," you bow some, giving them a smile before grabbing your supplies. 

  you fold up your tripod and stuff it into your duffle bag. as you're covering the lens of your camera, you can spot kageyama in the corner of your eye. he peeks over in your direction, holding his school bag's strap with both hands. maybe it's your imagination, your humongous crush still lingering within, but you can't help but wonder if he wants to come say hi. 

  the only thing seemingly stopping him is his loud friends and possibly his dignity. you bite your lip, letting out a soft sigh as you finish packing everything up. the only thing that could heal the little hole in your heart may be a snack or drink at the vending machine. luckily for you, the one that always seems to be full is only twenty feet away. 

  as you stand up to leave, you can tell that kageyama has disappeared, along with most of the team. you purse your lips, now knowing that any chance you could've had to make small talk is now gone. however, it gives you the perfect opportunity to wash down your slight embarrassment with a little treat. 

  you take in a deep breath and step outside, noticing the same beautiful orange and pink sky. the swirling of colors always seems more beautiful in this part of town. with the empty roads and few street lights, it's easier to see the sky in its entirety. the only thing making this the perfect evening would be- kageyama. 

  he stands by the vending machines, staring at the one filled with drinks. you wonder if the fates had aligned for this moment, him looking up as soon as you step off onto the sidewalk, or if it was just the doors to the gym closing. "hi," you give him a small smile, walking over to where he's standing. 

  "hi," kageyama copies you, hands already clenching something that he has bought, "uh, i thought i'd thank you for the team picture by getting you this."

  he holds out a bag of candied iyokan peels, his hands holding them gently. your eyebrows raise, mouth slightly agape as you hope this is some form of love confession, his body language slightly awkward. "but if that's too presumptuous, i can give it to a friend-"

  "oh no! i love it, thank you, it's very kind of you," you give him a warm smile, grabbing the candy from his hand, ignoring the intense sense of deja vu that you're feeling from the week prior, "actually.. as a way to thank you, here's my phone number."

  you pull out a small notepad from your bag, a little pencil already placed within the coils. very quickly, as to not take too long within his presence, you write down your number. tearing out the notepad, you hold it out to him, letting out the breath that you were holding in. 

  "your handwriting is beautiful," kageyama smiles, tilting his head down some, a tinge of pink overtaking his cheeks, "and thank you too, i will message you tonight. actually, would you want to take a walk real quick? i can help you back to the main building."

  "that'd be nice, kageyama, don't want to say thank you again, so instead, i'd be very happy to," you bite your lip, trying to hide the wide smile that would've overtaken if not for your habit.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I'm fucking out of gas and runnin' on E when it comes to my TokRev stuff and I'm super sad. So I watched this today and fell in love with it a little bit more. To my besties out there, I'm sorry 😭😭😭 for tagging you in something you probably don't even CARE about. But thank you if you read this, anyway. Ilygsm <3

C/W ::: NSFW Headcanons. Just MDNI UNDER THE CUT, please.

Asahi Azumane HC’s

SFW

This man is the type you want to bring home to have dinner with your parents and then throw down on your childhood bed after dessert.

His favorite parts of his body are his eyes and his hands. He says he likes them because they help him win games and they helped him win your heart.

He. Is. Sappy. Fairly often.

His favorite parts of your body are your eyes, lips, hands, ass and thighs. He likes to stare into your eyes and look down at your lips before he kisses you. He likes that he can cover a good portion of your thigh with his hands and leave a huge handprint on your ass when he's in the mood to do so.

He used to sleep on his side until you started sleeping over. Now he sleeps on his back so you can cuddle up next to him under his arm and rest your head on his chest.

Has written you secret poetry. Nothing epic, but just like 5-10 lines about how you remind him of the most beautiful and exotic flower. 

Secretly hopes you find the stash he has of these papers so he can quit living the lie about how he writes poems for you. 

L-o-v-e-s it when you let him lay his head on your lap while you're just sitting around watching a movie or at a picnic on the hillside overlooking the city. He says it relaxes him (but if you do it for too long he gets to feelin' it and then is like - "Hey, *raises his eyebrows a couple of times* ... you wanna uh, go for a ride with me?"

Gets along with moms and dads. Moms can't get over how handsome, charming AND nice he is. Dads are always impressed with his professionalism and drive when it comes to practice, game days and his education.

Your friends like him because he treats you like his own private queen. But like, low-key. He doesn't want you to get all arrogant because that's such a gross character trait. He loves you and he lets you know. And that's good enough for you both.

Doesn't love you unconditionally - which is refreshing. It's an equal partnership and you've both never been in something like that before. You both say it’s your first ‘adult’ relationship with someone else.

NSFW

He's so big that you can actually climb him like a tree (he not only lets you, but encourages it).

Will kiss you so softly and sweetly until he starts to get into it. Then he's a moaning big little mess over/under you - wherever he happens to be at the time.

He likes it when you're on top, though, so he can sorta be face to face with you. He's so damn tall that his head is either banging against the headboard or his feet dangle off the edge of the bed. So if you're on top, then he has all kinds of leisurely positions at his disposal.

His hips are wide and his thighs are too. (But not in a weird way - in a strong fucking hot ass athletic man way)

Likes it when you ride his thighs - doesn't have a preference about which one - is just happy when you're dragging your wet pussy across his muscular leg until you're cumming all over it.

His cock. sigh It's so fucking gorgeous: Cut, 7"L x 2.25"Diameter, goes straight up against his abdomen - has been bigger on occasion, depending on how pent up/turned on he is.

Kisses your neck a lot, whenever, wherever.

Gives you a lot of back hugs when he's horny. He thinks it's funny how his cock presses into your back. Jokes that if you just stood on a stool to do the dishes or cook things, it'd be so much easier to just have you.

Into spanking, but not hurting you. It's more like foreplay for him or in the heat of the moment. He has spanked you harder than at other times, but you never say anything to him about it because you like it and don’t want him to stop.

He likes to fuck you after games. Whether he wins or loses. It's just become a sort of tradition.

Blushes when you suck his dick. He thinks it's so lewd and so sexy that he has trouble looking you in the eye but FUCK HE LOVES HOW YOU LOOK WHEN YOU'RE BETWEEN HIS LEGS so he forces himself to maintain eye contact - not for extended periods of time, but throughout. He found it was easier to break up the intensity rather than face it all at once.

Has a breeding kink but doesn't even know what that is/won't admit it. He. Loves. To. Cum. Inside. Of. You. He says things through loosely gritted teeth, "Ohhh yeah? 'M g'na fill y'r cute li'l hole, angel. G'na be so full from this ... mmhm. Geh ready, cum-cummin'!"

Is shy about saying "cunt" and "pussy". You're working on it w/him.

Has cum before from just eating you out. Was NOT embarrassed about it. 

He likes to watch your pussy twitch after he makes you cum on his tongue.

Likes to tease you about your kinks. He's always like, "Ooooh, you're such a ... s-slut - wanna get fucked by your dad, huh? I knew you were a little dirty brat - you like to take it in all your holes, baby girl?"

Is absolutely ruined and humiliated when you say "Asa," you slap your forehead with the palm of your hand, "NO ONE wants to be fucked by their - oh god. It's 'daddy', ok babe? D-A-D-D-Y."

Vows to never tease you about the filthy shit you like so long as you don't remind him how he said that to you one day.

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[angelackless]

CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS

Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x popstar!reader

JENSEN DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE ENDED UP IN A PRETTY LITTLE POPSTAR'S BED,BUT HE CERTAINLY DIDN'T MIND IT.

Dating you was like a dream come true for him, I mean, who wouldn't want to date someone as gorgeous,hot and perfect girl as you?anyone in their right mind would have said yes to you, and Jensen was totally and utterly hopelessly in love with you, his princess.

Jensen ran his hand up and down on your arms, trying to get you to wake up because he needs to get ready to go to rehearsal with his band,even if he would much rather hold you in his arms all day, "princess, time to wake up" he murmured, kissing your shoulder, but you only give a whine in response and snuggled closer to him, tightening your grip around him.

He chuckled,kissing your forehead "as much as I love it when you're clingy, I have to get up"

"can't you stay?" you whispered the words against his skin and tilted your head to look into his eyes "please?"

"No,no,baby, don't use those cute little puppy eyes on me,you know I can't say no" he sighed "i'll be away only for a few hours,then I come back, we can order from your favorite pizzeria, and watch those sappy romcoms you like so much,hm?we have a deal?"

"promise?" You asked, your fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos

"yes,princess,I promise" he gave you a smile and kissed your lips gently, his hand coming down to hold your waist and pull you closer to himself so there's no space left between the two of you "swear on my life"

"If you don't keep your promise, I might have to pull a Taylor Swift and write a song about you" you said jokingly

"I prefer when you write about how good I'm pleasing you" he give you a cocky grin "in fact,how about I give you a little inspiration for your next album?" He asked and hovered about you

"what about the rehearsal?" you asked raising your eyebrow

''they can wait, I need to spend time with my girl first" he said and without waiting for a response he kissed your lips like he was starving to get a taste of you, and he already knew he won't get to rehearsal in time,but to him it worth it, let's be honest, nobody would pass on the opportunity to get a taste of you, not him atleast.

[honey-crypt]

spicy ask here but can i request a drabble of elliot and farmer about to go down on each other and farmer reveals to elliot that’s he’s their first time (i’ve been obsessed with your work, i always love reading your posts and i love your disability pride month works, ty for making me feel seen :D)

a/n: so sorry that this took forever! between being in anti-horny writing mode and getting sick, i couldn't complete this in a timely fashion (>,<);; but i hope you enjoy this, nonetheless! (and tysm for the praise towards my disability pride month write a thon hehe)

wc: 595

warnings: nsfw, farmer's a virgin, gender neutral farmer (too many uses of the word 'hole'), sweet sappy love making, elliott's a good partner, safe sex, aftercare

summary: you confess to elliott that you're a virgin and he tries to give you the best first time possible

★ virginial bliss - elliott x farmer ★

Elliott hovered over your nude body, his freckled cheeks dusted red from the summer heat and the passion of the night's early foreplay. You looked simply divine, sweat clinging to your supple skin and your pupils as wide as saucers. His cock lined up against your lubed up hole, the mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum and eager to feel your warmth.

"Ellie..." you mewled to the writer. He focused on your face, appreciating every aspect from your eyes to your lips, as he responded, "Yes, my love?"

"I need to tell you something," you answered. Elliott pushed himself off of you and sat on his knees, "Oh! Is everything alright, dear?" he wouldn't proceed without your consent, waiting for your word like an obedient pup. You too sat up and wrapped your arms around Elliott, pulling back down on you, "Ellie..." you hummed, "This is a little embarrassing but..." you leaned into his ear, hot breath tickling his skin, "I'm a virgin."

"You are?" the redhead seemed stunned. How could someone as beautiful, as amazing, as sweet as you be a virgin? Nonetheless, he whispered back, "Do not fret, my love. I'll do my best to ensure that your first time is lovely as can be."

"You treat me so well, Elliott," you pressed a kiss to his neck, "I'm so happy that you're gonna be my first time."

"Of course," he resumed his position, tip of his cock pointing at your hole, "I'll go as slow as possible, please let me know if you need me to stop, alright?"

"Alright," you replied, holding onto Elliott's arms. Your nails dug into his skin, as he pushed himself inside of your warm hole, the foreign sensation of being full down in your hole made you mewl like a pathetic little kitten.

"Doing okay?" asked Elliott, pausing his entry. He was only half way in and already, you were melting from his cock, "Yes!" you exclaimed, "Keep going!"

Elliott obeyed and pushed the remainder of his cock inside, earning a choked moan from you. Tears swelled up in the corners of your eyes, but Elliott quickly wiped them away, "Let's take a moment, you will adjust soon enough."

You clung to Elliott, holding on tight until the pain in your hole morphed into unfamiliar pleasure. Your skin was on fire, your heart was pounding, and Yoba did you need to be fucked.

"Ellie!" you cried out to the redhead, "Please, please move!"

"Absolutely, my dear," he began to thrust, the sensation turning your mind to goo. All you could think about was Elliott, as he made love to you in that farmhouse bed. Elliott peppered kisses on your chest and neck while he thrusted into your hole, his mind consumed with thoughts of you.

It felt like an eternity before Elliott climaxed, trapping you in a vice with his toned arms while he shot ropes of cum into the condom. You soon followed him in climax, your body convulsing while you rode your orgasm. After a moment of rest, Elliott pulled out of your hole and discarded the condom, leaving the bedroom and returning with a wet towel from the bathroom.

"You did so good," purred Elliott, as he wiped any fluids off of you and kissed your face, "You did so very good."

"Elliott..." you pulled him into an embrace after he cleaned you up, "I love you," you confessed. Elliott's cheeks reddened at your 'I love you' and muttered back, "I love you, too," as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.

[millervrse]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑! BY THE COFFEE MACHINE ! javier peña x reader

summary: Javier Peña doesn’t like you. You’re too nice, too bubbly, and you get on his last nerve. He didn’t get how anybody in this line of work could be so goddamn cheery all the time. Though aside from your, in his eyes, forced and fake kindness, you had no bad features, and perhaps that, added to your beauty, is what ticked him off so much. Could he learn to like you the more time passes, or would you do this dance of hatred forever?

pairing: javier peña x afab!reader

warnings, notes: EVENTUAL 18+ smut, reader has a bit of an established backstory, a few uses of y/n but only when necessary, r! has a dog, references to narcos and thus real life people and occurrences (pablo escobar, the cartel, etc), ENEMIES TO LOVERS but it’s one sided because javier hates r!, r! has an established personality, grumpy x sunshine

word count: 500-

LYN SPEAKING! so this is an already finished piece that i wrote nearly a year ago, a word count of 20k+ to boot! holy fuck! this is a series from javier’s pov, though if people are interested, i’d like to throw in more chapters from reader’s pov using second person, especially for smut as the original piece was written as an sfw work. if people like this, i’m down to share much, much more! anyway, enjoy this little prologue. lyn out!

edit: read the next part HERE!

My name is Javier Peña, and I work as an agent for the DEA in Bogotá, Columbia.

I’ve never been a commitment kind of guy. Not unless we’re talking about work, anyways. For the longest time, the only thing I’d ever call myself loyal to was just that: Work, with a side of coffee and cigarettes.

And tracking down a Columbian drug lord, but we’ll talk about that later.

I’ve seen this job do a lot of things to people. I’ve seen it better them as a person, and I’ve seen it tear them to shreds even more. I’ve seen it end up in friendships, just as much as it ends in divorce.

And I’m no genius, but if you look at the odds, the latter happens way more often.

I never would’ve guessed that, of all the goddamn people in the DEA, I would be one of the ones to experience the phenomenon that is this job bringing people together.

If you think the odds of people in the DEA either making friendships, or divorcing, or even becoming enemies is low, the odds of them falling in love is ridiculously lower. It’s almost laughable.

And let’s just say: Javier Peña was not the kind of guy who those odds would fall upon.

A year ago today, I was bullying the woman who would soon become my girlfriend, and hopefully, one day, my wife. Now that I look back on it, it doesn’t seem palpable that it even happened at all.

That same woman is in my line of vision now, playing with her dog as they run around in front of me. She’s laughing as she throws a frisbee around, chasing the Shepard mix as it runs after it. From time to time, she’ll turn back to me, flashing that brilliant smile of hers that made me fall in love with her in the first place.

“Hey, Peña! Are you coming over here or what?” she yells at me with that witty sass that’ll always bring me to my knees.

Or, in this case, my feet.

I get up from where I lay in the sand, shaking my head at her as I approach. She looks even more gorgeous than usual as she holds her hands on her hips, hanging fire for me as the sun is setting behind her.

I don’t like getting sappy. I didn’t like getting sappy, I guess. But every love with no end, surely has a beginning.

Allow me to give you ours.

if you made it to the end of this, i really hope you liked it! please consider leaving a reblog, as they help my work immensely <3 kisses!

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

pet name hcs ; my hero academia

this includes the girls of class 1a <3

reader is assumed as gender neutral <3

my account is 16+, please interact accordingly <3

kyoka jiro

kyoka either calls you your preferred name (e.g. your personal name, or a nickname you use a lot) or one of a very small selection of pet names — alternating between the two depending entirely on the formality of the setting you’re in, or just based on what feels right in the moment

and the pet names she tends to use all fall into the short-and-sweet and modern-sounding categories for the most part

think along the lines of ‘babe’ or ‘sweets’

and the occasional ‘beautiful’ or ‘handsome’ depending on your preferences — but that’s almost exclusively used when she’s bidding you good night or good luck (and mostly when she’s sent away for work and can’t say either to you in person)

she’s not too bothered or picky about what she wants to be called in return, but she will give you a look if you use something that’s intentionally super sappy, super dramatic, or otherwise said with the purpose of trying to confuse or fluster her

‘sweetheart’ and ‘pretty’ are favourites of hers, though — so be sure to use them if you’re really trying to butter her up

mina ashido

with mina it’s 50/50 whether she’ll call you some sort of pet name or your actual/preferred name — sometimes she’ll even switch things around mid sentence when she feels like it

when she does use terms of endearment for you she leans towards the more modern ones — the sort that you’d expect someone her age to be using (unlike other people in this post…)

‘sweetie’, ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘cutie’, maybe even a ‘pookie’ here and there if she’s feeling particularly bubbly that day

sometimes they’re said really sweetly, like when she wants you to help her train or study or to do something else for her

sometimes they’re yelled across the training field when she really wants you to watch what she’s doing — like she’s dedicating her next fight to you

sometimes they’re whispered genuinely before you two go your separate ways for the night — going home or to your respective dorms

but no matter what they’re always used with a purpose… even if that purpose is just to make you smile or laugh

hates it when you use her name and would rather you use literally any pet name that doesn’t make you both sound like pensioners

(really she does appreciate any compliment or term of endearment you use, but that won’t stop her from putting on a show and teasing you for sounding so old/cheesy/etc.)

momo yaoyorozu

earlier on in your relationship, momo tended to default to the sorts of traditional pet names that she used to hear from her older relatives and staff and tutors — terms of endearment that sound almost like she’s taken them straight out of a period drama or some old victorian era novel

‘darling’, ‘beloved’, ‘my love’, etc. — things with a similar tone and association as those ones

but as your relationship progresses she’ll start to slip in the occasional ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or something else that’s a bit more familiar to the modern ear without straying too far from what she’s used to

you’ll never catch her saying something like ‘babe’ or ‘cutie’, for example — unless she’s doing it for a dare or because she’s trying to imitate someone that does use those pet names

(and even then it’s clear as day that she hates it)

likewise while she’s not especially fussy about what you want to call her, she does have a soft spot for the more traditional terms of endearment — as well as any pet names that double as compliments, as long as she’s in the right mood for them

e.g. ‘beautiful’ and ‘gorgeous’ do have their place and she does appreciate them, but if you’re with her family or in another formal setting she will give you a very stern look and insist that you keep to the more old fashioned pet names (or just call her by her first name if you don’t think you’ll be able to contain yourself)

ochako uraraka

nine times out of ten ochako either calls you by your first name or whatever nickname you were ascribed/already using when you guys first met — both are uttered with the utmost affection, obviously, but still

and when she does address you using an actual pet name she tends to stick to ones that are short and sweet — ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, ‘love’ or ‘honey’, and maybe a ‘sweetheart’ right before she heads off for patrol

she also always refers to you as ‘my partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/etc.’ when talking to other people so… maybe that counts?

she’s not super picky about what you call her and as long as it’s not super derogatory or suggestive she’ll just go along with whatever

… but there is something about hearing you call her yours in some way that really sends her heart soaring (e.g. ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my fiancée’, ‘my wife’, ‘my love’, etc.)

toru hagakure

toru has a slight preference towards more cutesy pet names — the ones that are borderline too sweet without ever quite crossing that line — but as long as you’re not insulting or belittling her she’ll happily respond to whatever you want to call her

that being said, ‘baby’ does tend to be what she defaults to more often than not

with ‘honey bunny’ coming in as a close second, used mostly when she’s in a more cheerful and playful mood and is trying to make you smile

she gets pretty pouty and (fake) upset with you if you use her full formal name or exclusively refer to her using her hero name

quite fond of being called ‘cutie’ — yes she knows that you can’t actually see her to verify whether or not she is, indeed, cute, but it’s the way you say it that makes her all giggly and happy

and after you get married she never stops melting and blushing when you call her ‘my wife’ — nor does she ever tire of calling you ‘my spouse/husband/wife’

tsuyu asui

pretty much exclusively calls you by your first name or whatever you asked her to call you the first time you met — she’s just a very straightforward person and doesn’t see the need to call you anything else

that’s not to say that she never uses any pet names with you, just that she uses them sparingly

very sparingly

and it’s almost always some variation of ‘babe’ (followed or preceded by a ribbit)

equally unbothered about whatever you want to call her as long as it’s not an insult — yes even the sillier ones relating to her quirk like ‘froggy’ or whatever — just as long as you do still use her name every now and then

does have a soft spot for compliment based pet names like ‘pretty’, ‘cutie’, or ‘beautiful’ — just don’t use them too often or they’ll start to feel a bit forced and inauthentic to her

[thetruearson]

Jack Cant Dance (JACK'REACHERxREADER)

YOU SAW THE TITLE

This is related to a post I made a while ago, which was a poll asking what character to do this for. If you want to be in on more of these polls, feel free to follow to stay updated!

Minimal to no use of Y/N

I’m sorry for posting this so late. Recently, I lost a pet, had a large event to help put on, and A LOT of school work. I will be working on posting more constantly, but probably wont for a bit, at least until I have my life under control.

Warnings: May cause severe smiling, causing pain in the cheekbones and muscles. If this persists, please stop reading. (KEKEKE)

Summary: You and Reacher work together to find and take down a web of drug buyers and sellers. You and Reacher went out to a local bar to follow a suspect, but he got suspicious, so you had to improvise.

The bustle of a country bar acts as a backdrop to the conversation you and Reacher are having. You both followed Edwin Mack to this bar, knowing he was making a sale with the buyers. If they can get a face on the buyers, then this entire case is locked and loaded. Despite the flawless plan you and Reacher made together, it's hard to be undercover with a man that's 6’5, especially Reacher. You peer over Reacher's shoulder to see Edwin sitting at the bar with a whisky in hand. He didn't seem to be drinking it, just ordering it not to stand out. He was wearing what you would imagine a farm hand would wear: jeans, a dark blue shirt, and an old baseball cap. What really stuck out in his outfit was a black backpack that looked stuffed full of bricks… and both you and Reacher knew they weren't building bricks. 

“What's he doing?” Reacher asked, not wanting to look over at him and look suspicious. 

“He's twirling a stick of dynamite in his hand, and flirting with the bartender. Oh, what's that he's doing…? He… He lit the dynamite and shoved it down his own throat.” You tease. Reacher gave you a glance with one of his disapproving yet trying not to laugh looks, you know the one. “He is sitting there, looking depressed. Just like the last time you asked me, one minute ago.”

You two sat for a few more minutes, Reacher eating some fries he ordered and you drinking a Dirty martini, extra dirty. 

“He must be waiting to make sure no one is watching him. If we stay here for too much longer, he’ll know we're on him.” Reacher said. It had been about an hour and a half, and he was probably right.

“Then I guess we’ll have to make a reason for us to stay longer.” You grab a few dollars from your bag. You walk over to the juke box, putting on a song as Reacher looks over at you, confused. As you walk back over to the table, the song you put on starts playing.

“~When your legs don't work like they used to before…~” The juke box played. The song was “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran, one of your favorite slow songs.

“Come on, if we're going to give ourselves a reason to stay, we can't just sit there.” As you spoke, you tugged on Reacher’s arm, pulling him onto the dance floor. With a reluctant sigh from him, he got up and followed you over. You start dancing together, but it was clear Reacher was trying to be respectful and not touch you in any intimate places. 

“How is this going to help…?” He asked, leaning down to speak in your ear.

“If we dance together, maybe he’ll think we're together and are just having a sappy date night or something.” You said, leaning your head on his chest to prove your point. Reacher tensed at your words, not knowing how to walk the thin line of acting like you're together and doing something inappropriate. The two of you danced for a muinet, but soon Edwin walked over to the both of you.

“Couldn't help but notice the beautiful dame you're dancing with, and I was hoping to maybe intercept?” He asked, trying to dance with me. I glanced up at Reacher when Edwin wasn't looking, slightly worried.

“Well, I-” Reacher started before you cut him off.

“Cant! He and I are on our one-year anniversary.” You said, trying to sell the lie. “And if I’m being honest, he doesn't like other guys hitting on me when we're together.” You say leaning over towards him a little bit. He backed up, putting his hands up as if in surrender.

“I meant no disrespect, just thought it was better to ask than never know.” He said, going back over to his seat. You let out a sigh of relief as he leaves.

“One-year Anniversary…?” Reacher questioned, curious.

“I had to sell it, don't even.” You said, just glad you didn't have to dance with a drug dealer. That sense of relief soon left you as you saw him walk past you guys and go put a song on. After he put a song on, he sat back in his seat, watching both of you. Soon the peaceful, slow song ended, and you lit up as the next song played. It was Disco Inferno by 50 Cent. Reacher’s face dropped as he realized the beat. He tried walking away, but you tugged on his arm, not letting him. 

“What?” he asked.

“If we don't dance to this, Edwin will know something's up. Come on, how bad can it be?” You asked, swaying to the beat. Reacher leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I… don't know how to dance to something like this.” He confessed. 

“That's… fine. Just keep in time and show me what you got.” You tug him closer to you. “If you mess up, I won't mind as long as you don't stop, the mission depends on it.”

“Alright…” He agreed, following your lead.

“Just put your hands on my hips…” You say, putting your hands over his on your hips as you move them side to side. His eyes drifted to the side, feeling very aware of where his hands are and how close you are in this very moment. “Hey, eyes up here. Being anxious is not an option here.” You put your hands on his sides, moving closer to him, grinding on him. He followed your movements nervously, feeling very warm in some places he wasn't planning on. His grip on your waist was gentle at first, but grew firmer as you continued. At this point, more people started dancing seductively with their partner. You do a small turn, dropping it low in front of him. Once back up, you move your butt right in front of him, moving to the beat. He turns you back around, looking into your eyes. You gasp at the sudden change in his demeanor, but roll with it, thinking he's playing into his part. His mind is racing. He is usually really good at hiding his emotions during tense moments. This? This was killing him. A beautiful woman right in front of him dancing like a bad girl for the whole world to see. He felt so many feelings at once. Protectiveness, possessiveness, love, embarrassment, he didn't know what was real or what was just good acting on your part. You saw Edwin walking to the bathroom, so you pulled on Reacher’s arm to follow. You bumped into Edwin while acting like you weren't looking. 

“Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there.” You stutter out sounding embarrassed. 

“It's okay, just watch where you're going.” Edwin said. “I’m glad you liked the song.” His voice was dripping with a teasing tone that clearly pissed Reacher off. You nod quickly the pull him into a solitary bathroom.

“The nerve of that asshole.” Reacher vented. He brushed his hand through his hair to calm himself. 

“I know, right? Good thing he’s kinda hot and has cash, ‘cuz he sure is dumb.” You snicker. Reacher didn't like the comment on him being hot, but didnt say anything. “I put a bug on him. Now, we don't have to be here when they come in, we’ll still get the information.” 

“Impressive.” He commented, putting his hands in his jean pockets, trying to hide something he really didnt want you to see. Im sure you can connect the dots.