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meatydilfpp · 1 year ago

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Like Moth to Flame (Stu Marcher x fem!Reader)

Summary: Stu had always been followed by some kind of darkness, that most people did not seem to realise. You however, revelled in it.

In which reader is equally deranged as Stu, and suspects he had something to do with the murders of Casey and her boyfriend. She wants him to open up to her and be hers once and for all.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit sexual content, obsessive behaviour, infatuation, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, discussions of murder, mentions of blood, reader is equally deranged as Stu is. No use of Y/N, reader has no physical description other than being shorter than Stu. Reader has female anatomy.

Words: 4.3k

Cross-posted on ao3.

A/N: This is my first time writing fan fiction since 2018 and I wanna come back strong baby. Additionally, this is my first time ever posting on tumblr so pls be kind while I learn to navigate. I found the lack of exclusive Stu x reader fics disturbing, so I did something about it. Likes and reblogs, as always, greatly appreciated.

Guys, I want the constructive criticism, so feel free to rant about it in my asks if you want! More to come soon x

Also, not beta read 😬

Stu had always been followed by some kind of darkness, that most people did not seem to realise. A kind of malevolent energy followed his every step and action, even though he appeared like a typical teenage boy, forever shrouded in the shadow of Billy Loomis, the guy every girl in school wanted to date, and every boy in school wanted to be mates with. You however, revelled in that darkness, drawn to it like a moth to flame. It was just as well that Stu himself was incredibly social and engaged in regular conversation with you, about everything and anything. It sometimes made you wonder if he was drawn to you the way you were drawn to him. You didn’t have many friends, just a small group of people, you weren’t part of any clubs or societies, you were just there, going to classes, then home, rinse and repeat.

So when the murders of Casey Becker and her boyfriend shook everyone else to the core, you were unbelievably intrigued. And the only person who seemed to be just as unfased as you was Stu.

“I’m just saying, it seems counter productive to call the person you’re trying to kill beforehand. Gets rid of your element of surprise.” Stu said looking down at you as he leaned against a locker and sucking on a lollipop. Next period was soon, and you needed to grab a few books from your locker for your next class. “No you’re right, but-“ you slammed the door to your locker shut, “It’s more fun that way.” You finished with a slight smirk on your face looking up at him. He was so much taller.

More fun that way. Stu could feel his cheeks getting hotter and the fire at the pit of his belly growing larger at your words. You understood. You were just like him. He was sure that if you were to be let out and do something as heinous as what he and Billy have been doing, you would do just as well if not better. Billy had his own motives for what they had done and were planning to do, but he was just there for the thrill of it. Seeing someone beg for their life on their knees in front of him, while he had the power to take it all away, made him feel like a god. Stu had been speaking to you for a while now, he knew you were interested in true crime, horror movies and the like. For a while he believed that your interests simply ended there. Something that intrigued you, something to do to pass the time. But ever since the case of Casey broke out in the community, he has seen nothing but genuine interest in finding out who Ghostface was from you. Not the simplicity of finally identifying who the killer is, but something deeper. He saw how you wanted to get to know him on a more substantial level, understand his motives, his thought process, everything. Sometimes he wondered what you’d do if he told you. Even better, how would things be if you joined him instead of Billy.

He looked down at you with a smirk on his face “Oh yeah? How would you do it then?” You hummed in thought as you walked with him to your next class. You figured if you went into too much detail he’d probably freak out, so instead you simply said: “I would make sure she knew I was coming for her. Nothing personal, but you know, if I am to do something horrible like that, I should at least go all out.”

“So you’d go for something slasher-like or?”

“Slasher. The more blood the better.” You cut him off.

He could barely contain his smile, every word coming out of your mouth drew you to him even more. He had to find a way to get closer to you. He even felt the need to drop in front of you on his knees and tell you everything. You’d probably shake your head at him disappointed and berate him for his sloppiness. He hoped you’d tell him how to do it better, give him ideas, maybe even tell him who to go after next.

“I didn’t think you’d be so messy with it. Being sloppy can lead to getting caught, you know.” He said.

“How do you know Stu, have you done this before?” You asked as you rounded a corner on your way to your classroom. You didn’t know why, but you had a feeling Stu was somehow involved. Logically, you had no reason to suspect him, no more than anyone else in the school, but you felt it deep within you that he wasn’t innocent. There was a glint in his eye every time the incident was brought up, a suppressed look of pride at his actions that he wasn’t able to let out. You wanted to pull that out from him, wanted him to open up to you and only you. If he was Ghostface that is. You were aware that you might be hallucinating the whole thing, but you wouldn’t let that stop you. You wanted to draw that side of him out, and you’d try your best to do just that. The answers to his questions were genuine, and the way he looked at you made you want to fall to your knees for him and worship him; reward him for a job well done. Clean his knives for him, wipe the blood from his face.

“Are you serious?” He quipped back, a slight frown on his face, and you shrugged.

“You seem to know an awful lot Stu.” You said looking up at him suspiciously.

Suddenly, you saw his chest in front of you and you felt yourself be pushed against the wall. Stu leaned his head to look down at you, his one hand toying with the lollipop between his lips. “So do you.” His voice was low “You wouldn’t want me to think it is you, now would you?”

Your eyes danced between his plump lips and icy blue eyes. You toyed with the idea of telling him that it was you, and see his reaction to you taking credit for his work. You decided otherwise, you wouldn’t want to get to his bad side after all, even though you knew he was aware that this was a game for the both of you.

“It’s not me, Stu.” You gently placed your hand on his chest, your eyes staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. He didn’t say anything back, his eyes boring into yours, his heartbeat a steady rhythm underneath your fingertips. You were so close to him, physically that is, that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. Suddenly, you noticed how red his lips seemed, probably from the lollipop he was sucking. You wanted to take it from him, so that he would finally be able to lean down and place his lips on top of yours. His deep breathing seemed like he was about to do just that, before he let out a deep chuckle that resonated within you.

“You wouldn’t have it in you anyway.” he taunted as he leaned away to let you resume your walking. That statement alone made you want to kill him. He didn’t know what you were and weren’t capable of doing. If he gave you a chance you could prove him wrong any day, properly show him how you would’ve done it.

You shook your head at him. “Whatever you say, Stu.” You turned around to walk away before the sound of your name brought you to a halt.

“Come over to my place tonight.” He said with a look full of confidence, like he was sure you wouldn’t deny him. You were certainly intrigued, this would be the first time you’d hang out with him outside school, and you had zero inclination as to what he may possibly want from you. Regardless, you wanted to humour him, and above all you wanted to be alone with him. It was very obvious you were into him, in more ways than just physically. The darkness that drew you to him seemed to be drawing him to you equally and you wouldn’t pass that opportunity.

“Okay.” You simply said before turning around and heading to your next class, leaving him standing in the middle of the hallway, as people passed by him.

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Later in the evening, after school, after homework, and after contemplating every possible scenario regarding tonight’s encounter, you suddenly found yourself in Stu’s bedroom, some horror film playing in the background. The room itself held a mix of horror memorabilia, along with the remnants of a seemingly ordinary life- books, movie posters, and a well-worn jacker casually thrown over his desk chair. Your legs crossed, you were sitting on top of his bed, your back against the headboard, the muted glow of a single desk lamp casting an amber hue. Stu was sat next to you, his side touching yours, the heat from his body keeping you warm. A million thoughts were racing through your head, as he hadn’t said anything profound the entire night. Just a single greeting as he met you at his front door, and a question about what horror film you guys should watch. This was all so uncharacteristic of him, his usual loud, outgoing, albeit sometimes annoying demeanour being totally replaced by a quiet, stoic version of himself. A deep sense of discomfort filled you as a result, with a strong desire hidden underneath. Somehow you knew, this was him, not the loud obnoxious guy you knew from school, but this calculating, slightly cold man that was now sat next to you.

A shrill scream sounded from the television, some girl being close to her death probably, but you weren’t paying much attention anyway. You didn’t know if you wanted to climb on Stu’s lap, or confront him about everything.

“See, in real life she wouldn’t sound like that.” His voice was low, his eyes still glued to the screen. Your head snapped at him with the sound of his voice, a stark contrast to the otherwise silent room. You felt as if this was an invitation for you to prod further.

“Yeah?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “How would it be then?” You continued, as you looked up at the side of his face. The glow from the lamp was accentuating his features, the dip of his cheekbones, and the near black of his irises as he turned his head towards you.

“Well, for starters, she wouldn’t scream like that. She’d be too panicked to make any sound.” He said in a low voice as his eyes trailed down your face to your lips. “Then, when she realises what’s going to happen to her, then she’ll scream.” His hand was trailing up to grasp the side of your face bringing you closer to him. “She wouldn’t last long though. I would end her before she made too much noise.” He finished as his breath fanned your face. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest, the way he spoke as if he was the one doing everything send a thrill down your spine, unlike anything you had ever felt before. You couldn’t know for sure, but deep down you knew this was his way of confessing to you, his way of admitting everything without actually admitting to anything. The atmosphere was so charged with the tension of your attraction to him, and the weight of his words, that you could cut through it with a knife. So many different sensations bombarding you at once, that you wanted to straight up combust. You decided that it was now or never. Stu threw the bait, now it was time for you to take it. In a breathless voice you asked, “Did Casey scream?” The smirk on his face and the way his breath hitched told you everything you needed to know. “Yeah, she did.” he said before closing the gap and placing his lips on yours, giving you a slow passionate kiss that made your heart jump out of your chest. His other hand came up to hold the other side of your face, as his kiss deepened and his breath grew heavier. You were ecstatic. You got him to admit it to you. Only you. He was now forever yours. Surely, he was aware of what you were, otherwise he wouldn’t have opened up so easily. You didn’t want to think any of that now. The only thing you wanted to focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours, the touch of his hands on your face, the heat radiating off his body.

Suddenly, you felt yourself be pushed into the bed as his weight came to rest on top of yours. You immediately closed your leg around his waist and pulled him closer to your body. His one hand trailed underneath your shirt to wander against your scorching skin. His touch set your core ablaze, as you finally got to be in the place you wanted to be the most. Beneath Stu, making him feel good. His kisses and ministrations grew ever more passionate as he leaned backwards to take your shirt off you, before doing the same to his soft sweater and discarding it somewhere across his room. The glow of the yellow light coming from the lamp next to his bed combined with the soft street lights streaming in from the window, danced across the curves of the muscles of his toned torso and arms. He was even more beautiful like this. You imagined what he’d looked like with specs of someone’s blood on him, how it would glisten in the light, how you would make sure to meticulously clean it all off, before falling on your knees and sucking him off. You wanted to make him happy, you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. He was sick and deranged, he killed two people, and then gloated about the fact to everyone, without actually admitting to anything.

His head dipped to the side of your neck to suck and lick and nibble as you ran your hands through his short hair and tugged at it. Your heavy breaths drove him crazy, he wanted to devour every single inch of you, coax every sweet sound that he could out of you. His kisses trailed from your neck to your chest, his mouth peppering kisses across your breast, as his hand came up to squeeze the other. His lips wrapped around your nipple, his teeth nipping at it making you let out a long moan. His blue eyes, dark with lust stared at you from your chest, the sounds you were making were driving him insane. He continued trailing kisses down your stomach, before he reached the waistband of your jeans. He made quick work of them, pulling them off along with your underwear in one go. His hands grabbed both your knees and roughly spread your legs apart, his eyes looking down at your glistening pussy, a wide grin taking over his features. He glanced up in your eyes, to look at your fucked out expression. He hadn’t even done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess under him.

“You have no idea the things I wanna do to you baby.” He said breathlessly as he dipped his head between your legs, his mouth attacking your clit instantly. A scream escaped your throat, as your hand instantly shot down to grab his hair and pull him closer. His breath was heavy, and he let a low satisfactory hum at your reaction to his assault on your clit. His hands held your legs open as he licked and sucked on your clit like a man starved.

“Fuck baby you taste so good.” He mumbled in-between licks and prods before going back to the task at hand. He wanted to make you cum using his mouth, and then he would make you cum again around his cock. He had always known you weren’t like the rest of them, and all he wanted was to ruin you for him even more. Mold you and turn you into the perfect little thing to be by his side and use whenever he felt like it. And he had done it. He knew you had been aware that something was up with him, but he wanted to see how far you were willing to take your own curiosity in regards to his relation with the murders. He didn’t expect you to be as bold as you were, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

The more he licked around your clit, the sweeter sounds you made which drove him insane. The finger he decided to slowly push in you slipped inside so easily, that he almost creamed his underwear at the implication. You were so wet for him. He wondered how much of that was due to what he was doing and how much was due to the knowledge that he had killed people. He hoped it was both. His finger made quick work in finding your most sensitive spot before he added a second one. He curled his fingers in and out of you harshly as he sucked your clit so hard, you thought he was gonna rip it off. He was so unbelievably turned on, he wanted to fuck you and hurt you at the same time. The sensations of pleasure and pain ignited a fire within the pit of your belly that you made sure to voice to him.

“Stu I’m gonna cum. Please. Please, don’t stop!” You whined as you threw your head back, your leg twitching and spasming as his harsh movements made you cum right on his face and fingers. The groan he left as he felt your walls squeeze him tight was almost guttural. He couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to have you now. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, soaked through. He pulled them apart from each other, strings of your arousal connecting and breaking from between his two fingers.

His eyes marvelled at the sight of his drenched digits, your glistening pussy, your hard nipples, the heat coming off of your skin, and your fucked out expression. He shuffled closer to you, and leaned down again, brining his fingers to your mouth. You didn’t need instructions, you stared deep into your eyes as you grabbed at his wrist with both hands and sucked his fingers clean, your tongue running between his digits, a sly smirk adorning his face the whole time.

“Good girl.” He said as he leaned back, his massive erection tenting his underwear. He quickly kicked them off before grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed, you ass almost hanging out of his as he towered above you. He looked so ethereal, the glow on his naked skin, the darkness in his eyes, the expression of pure determination to fuck you silly. You were in love.

He brought your legs to rest on his chest, he was too tall for them to rest on his shoulders anyway, and bent his head down to give your ankle a peck as he stared deep into your eyes before bending down and slowly pushing his cock inside. The stretch of his dick made you shudder out a breath as he bottomed out.

“Look at that baby. You swallowed me whole.” A tremble in his voice as he stared down at his pelvis flush against yours in awe. “I thought you’d need more time but you’re such a good girl you took it so easily huh?” He said as he started thrusting in and out of you, each pump of his hips becoming harder and faster. You couldn’t reply to him, all you could do was stare up at him, at the way he was fucking you like he had been craving to do that for ages. Which he did.

His cock was the perfect size and girth, brushing all the sweet spots inside you, the lewd sound of his hips snapping against the back of your thighs filling up the room, the sounds of the movie still playing in the background fading away as the sound of his breaths took over your senses. The grip on your legs tightened as his thrusts grew harder and harder. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, you couldn’t think of anything else that could make you feel any better in this moment, but when the feeling of his thumb suddenly resting on your clit and starting to rub languid circles in time with his thrusts came to you, you let out a guttural moan. His breaths came out ragged, sweat accumulating on his forehead and chest as he thrust chasing his release.

You could feel the familiar tickle of an orgasm forming within your belly and you told him as such. He bit his lip at the sound of you coming close to climaxing, his ministrations on your clit becoming more erratic. You suddenly felt the cord of your release snap, cumming and clenching all around his dick.

“Oh fuck, oh shit.” He said through gritted teeth, as he felt your pussy convulse around him, he couldn’t describe this feeling as anything else less than euphoric. The feeling of your tight wet heat around him was enough to send him over the edge, and he now didn’t have a reason to hold back. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and thrust into you with whatever little strength was left in him before letting out a strained groan and shooting his load deep inside you.

He stayed inside you like that, your breaths and his coming out heavy. You looked so fucked out, pride filled his chest. He slowly pulled out of your pussy, his cum following suit dripping out of you in thick strings. He trailed his hand between your folds pushing any that leaked out back into you before giving your clit one last little stroke, the feeling making you clench around nothing. You were too sensitive, and too blissed out to worry about the implications of him cumming inside you. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind. You wanted to be as close and bound to him as possible, this was just another way to achieve that.

You weren’t moving other than your chest rising and falling as you breathed. Stu, probably for the first time in his life, found himself at a loss of words. You looked incredible like this and he wanted more, that much he knew. He pulled his underwear up before grabbing his discarded sweater and throwing it over your head and helping your arms through the sleeves. You unashamedly pulled the collar up to your nose and took a long sniff as you stared deep into his eyes, which made him let out a small chuckle. Cute, he thought.

You scooted back to lean your back against the headboard and cross your legs as Stu rounded the bed and sat down next to you. He broke the silence speaking in a whisper, “You know, most people would run away screaming if they knew the truth. But not you.” His fingers idly traced your thigh where his hand had come to rest. You were staring at him the entire time he spoke. You tentatively shuffled closer to him, your gaze never leaving Stu’s, a silent acknowledgment of the forbidden connection that bound you together. The room seemed to close in around you, and the outside world faded away leaving you two in the shadows.

Stu’s hand reached out, fingertips brushing against your cheek, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver through your entire being. The touch held a promise, an unspoken agreement that transcended the boundaries of reason. Your heart raced, torn between the thrill of the unknown and the magnetic pull of Stu. He knew he didn’t have to say anything more. You knew, and you revelled in it. You revelled in the fact that you were right about him, about who- what he was, what he’d done.

“You’re different.” Stu murmured, his voice a seductive melody against your ears. He had you within his grasp now, and he wouldn’t let you go. “Most people fear what they don’t understand, but not you. You revel in it.” He concluded. His thumb slowly rubbed circles around your cheek as he rubbed your face.

In that charged moment, with the post sex bliss setting in, the unspoken tension crackled like electricity. The room suddenly became the sanctuary of your shared secrets, his, the things he did, and yours, the fact that you loved him all the more for it, a haven for those who dared to dance on the precipice of chaos and desire.

It was a sick and twisted thing, for so many reasons, but your infatuation with him was nothing less than love, you knew that within you. You were willing to do just as much if not worse than him if he asked for it. You were his in any way that he’d have you, and even though you didn’t know, Stu was yours just as much. He would give himself to you in a way that no one else would ever have. He didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates or even love for that matter, but he knew he would do horrible things if it meant making you happy. He couldn’t wait to see how you’d stick by his side, see you actively participate in what he did, but he was excited to find out.

In this moment, you, aware of the risks, couldn’t deny the magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, willingly surrendering to the allure of the abyss. You leaned your head against his chest. You were drawn to him like a moth to flame, you knew it, but you didn’t care, even if it meant you’d burn.

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embodyingchaos · 1 year ago

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Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU

❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒

definitely deserved pairing: glee x gn!reader genre: platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader word count: 1.5k

walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.

“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.

“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.

y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.

they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.

after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.

“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.

rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.

“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.

artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.

“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.

blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.

when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.

the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine.

blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.

blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.

after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.

the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.

at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.

y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.

blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.

the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.

#glee masterlist #glee x reader #glee x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #blaine x reader #blaine anderson #blaine anderson x reader #blaine anderson x reader platonic #reader insert #sebastian smythe #angst #violence #assault #darren criss #grant gustin #platonic

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discotitsposts · 9 months ago

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there’s no place like home season 7

gonna tell u rn this is one of reid’s finest moments

spillers ahead

i like this ep a lot

the feeling of watching this one while it’s storming is elite

dudes a storm chaser lol

awww will and jj

rossi gonna regret not taking the time off

that’s so nice they made a donation to ALS in carolyn’s name :)

tornados fascinate me

reid looks so good help

wheels up in 30‼️‼️

I LOVE THE NATIONAK WEATHER SERVICE SOUND UGH BEEEEEP

love storms yayy

LOL the plane shaking

reid my beloved

rossi’s scared lol

LOL when reid’s talking about turbulence

LOL PULVERIZED

reid can pulverize me pls

don’t accept beer nd weed from strangers kids or they might take u and take ur body parts to put their dead brother back together in the middle of a tornado

reid stop being sexy challenge

oops he lost right away

tornados are so destructive but so beautiful when photographers get them on camera

can u imagine getting the message that a violent tornado is in your area that must be terrifying

ew body parts

so the unsub is dr frankenstein

i feel bad for jj she has to be that far away when her kid is rlly sick she can’t leave bc of the storm then :(

hotch is such a nice understanding boss

SPENCERRRRR THE WAY HE TKWJW IS EIRIWBEWHNWM

he speaks so fast i love it

my sweet little rambler

i wonder if this episode is not only based on a real case but like how common is this one like r there actually amateur dr frankensteins

lol garcia being grossed out

rossi LMAO THE SHADE

garcia: reid you scare me

rossi: join the club

REIDS FACE ADTER AHAHHAH

whoooohoo rain and thunder

bro kidnapped him and his wondering why he’s trying to leave

i’m so tired

that’s smart to hide in a drainage pipe

REID IN THE DARK RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK BARK

hJhwjejdjakwsmHWHEOSOWJRNE beautiful

reid figuring it out

how the hell the kid supposed to drink a beer if his mouth taped shut

he should say yeah and then bite him

ok but “the delusion will completely take over” is so funny bc my spencer delusion has

bros like no i don’t fucking remember bc i’m not ur brother

storm chasing fbi agents!!!

lol playing chicken what reid

garcia the guide

isn’t there two tornados

my god the way reid talks is just so attractive i love the way he speaks pls talk to me forever spencer

bros playlist is fire ngl

run

“it’s all good” dudes gonna chop his head off

“who r they” the hottest fbi agents

REIDDD

the way he yells ugh

they saved him!

how did they film this? with like high powered fans ?

bro walked into a tornado

i wanna be in a storm shelter with reid

doesn’t jj tell a story to henry aww

i love that her actual son played her son on the show that’s so cute

i see why she did an audio book recently her voice is rlly soothing i almost fell asleep

that was relaxing

goodnight

the end

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds rewatch #matthewgraygubler

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tavyliasin · 1 year ago

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ATG 13 - Bear? Bare

In which there is a surprise in the woods.

Pairing: Halsin/Tav SPICE Rating: 4/5 Content Warnings: Sex, Bondage, rough sex,

Spoilers Act 3, Halsin Romance Canon Compliance Canon adjacent and close to Halsin's romance scene with a bit of my traditional embellishment to add some extra flavour. Other Notes Introducing Halsin's poly dynamic to Tav first, there will be more later where we bring Astarion back into the story more at the conclusion of his quest Mood/Song Run Wild by Valkyrik "Come find us in the woods tonight But before the nighttime turns to day I'll let the melody take way I'm leaving reservations behind (Behind) Now the sun is rising It's energising The shadows are melting away There's a drum beat breaking into my bones Crushing the ice and crumbling to stone And the melody of the night keeps calling me Louder and louder and louder I wanna run wild I wanna run free I wanna move like the stars are a part of me."

Tav watched as Halsin paced the room, wondering if his boots would wear a permanent path in the floorboards. She stopped in front of him and laid her hand on his chest. “Halsin. Enough.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just-” he began, looking down into her eyes and making her breath catch in her throat. “Restless.” She finished his sentence for him, echoing the sentiment. “I can tell. You seem to be mostly recovered from your wounds, too. You’re not fond of being indoors this much, are you?” “I miss the wind in my hair, the grass beneath my feet. It feels…unnatural, to be so far from nature. The saplings struggling between cracks in the stone do not help.” He sighed, looking towards the window where some scant few branches knocked against the glass every time a breeze caught them. “Let’s go, then. Tonight. There’s a spot not far outside Rivington, we can take some food and wine with us, maybe even our bedrolls, and spend a night under the stars.” Tav smiled taking his hand in her own as a subtle hint. “You’re…certain? You do not wish to bring the rest of our friends along?” Halsin hesitated, caught between excitement and concern, visibly struggling to contain those emotions. “Two is company, Halsin, three is a crowd. Isn’t nature better appreciated without a crowd?” She squeezed his hand, watching his throat move as he swallowed his own anxieties. “That would be… Appreciating nature as the Oakfather intended. I would like that, very much.” He held on to her hand a little longer before excusing himself to gather what they might need. Maybe don’t invite the Oakfather tonight, Halsin. Tav chuckled to herself, tucking a couple extra items in her own pockets.

--- The sun was setting as the pair walked through the lower city and across the bridge towards Rivington. Tav felt her heart racing, but she had a suspicion the druid’s was sprinting much faster than her own. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips from time to time, feet keeping a careful pace as if he was desperate to run but didn’t want to wear out his companion. “There’s no rush, we do have all night, if you want.” Tav smiled, casually linking her arm through his elbow, delighting in the pink hue that rose to the tips of his ears. “I have…spoken, with Astarion. About your situation.” He tentatively broached the subject, still keeping his gaze on the path as they passed the last houses out of the city. “I hope the conversation was enlightening. I asked him to speak with you, once you were feeling better.” She pulled herself closer against his arm, relishing in feeling how his muscles tensed even more. “Maybe someday he might join us, when he’s ready to. But I’m not going to push him.” “He requires more healing than a few spells and salves can provide.” Halsin agreed, risking a brief glance to the woman at his side who was stroking his arm as they walked into the trees. Breathe, by the Oakfather’s mercy, stay calm… “You know, you’re welcome to join our little book club if you want to.” She kissed his shoulder now, relishing in teasing him, watching every little sign that he was more than ready to throw her down into the grass at any moment…and yet also enjoying how much he held back. He kept his poise, no matter how difficult she intended to make it. “Is it not…too personal, to be reading your innermost thoughts and your, ah, experiences ?” The druid paused for a moment, turning to face her properly now. “I have nothing to hide, not really. Astarion told you about my rules?”

“He mentioned them, yes. But I think I might like to hear them from you, directly.” He placed the bag down by a tree, they were already far enough into the woods to be alone now at least. Tav followed his lead, putting her bag beside his and pulling out her diary. It felt peaceful, even though nature’s orchestra surrounded them in the moonlight that sparkled on the lake’s water, just visible between the trees. “Here, you see?” She pointed to each rule in turn and read them aloud. Rule 1: Survive. Do whatever you must to stay alive.

“I will. I have. I’m going to keep everyone alive now.” She felt a little pain lingering whenever she thought of the first rule, but the scars on the man before her told her she was, unfortunately, not alone.

“You have survived much, my heart.” The druid spoke kindly, a new pet name escaping perhaps sooner than he intended, but drawing a smile from her that softened his own features further as he caressed her shoulder. “You do not have to struggle so hard alone, now.” Rule 2: Live. Find your pleasure where you can get it, remember what life means beyond survival. “This…is a much more fun rule. Lust is an indulgence, pleasure is fun, and when we don’t know how many days we have? I want to make the most of them.” She laid her hand over his, where his thumb still idly stroked the edge of her collarbone. “Such is nature’s way…” He sounded a little crestfallen now, a hint of sadness in his smile. “That’s… I don’t mean to say I have no feelings for you, Halsin.” She panicked a little, realising she might have said the wrong thing, not wanting to hurt him. “I’ve wanted to spend more time with you, and when you were missing, I… We were beside ourselves. I pushed that rule as far as I could, neither of us were willing to give up until-” The druid pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her worried words, moving to cup her cheek with his hand as he bent to kiss her. It was soft, warm, and felt like it was on the verge of sparking a fire where they touched as he almost let his passion take over. But he drew back, breathless. “I know, my heart. He told me, and I feel the same, for both of you if you will have me.” Tav nearly dropped the book, but Halsin leaned back again, running his fingers down her arm from the shoulder to the wrist, lifting the book back to where they could see the open pages again. He looked down at the page to encourage her to carry on.

Rule 3: Take. If nobody else needs it, it’s yours, especially if the owner has more than they need.

“Nature does provide.” The druid smiled, the hint of a laugh playing around his eyes. “Well, nature, rich fools who haven’t heard of good locks… Same thing, right?” “I suppose it could be, if you stretch the definition far enough.” He watched as her finger lingered on the last rule, Astarion’s addition. Rule 4: Taste. Sample from any plate before you that is appetising. “Well?” His smile grew just a little wider now. “Are you hungry?” She glanced down at their bags. “We did skip dinner for this.” He leaned in towards her again, lips just a whisper away from hers. “The food can wait, let’s find a way to fill more of those pages instead.” This time the book did fall from her hand as Halsin wrapped his arms around her, almost lifting her off the ground as he kissed her with an unbridled passion. Tav felt herself completely encompassed by him, the smell of leather, moss, and a hint of honey filling her senses as she tried her best to hold on with her arms around his shoulders. His hand drifted down, caressing the curve of her hip, cupping her rear, then sliding further to lift her thigh, encouraging her leg to find purchase as he fully hoisted her off the ground. Tav raised her other leg, both now encircling the druid’s waist, and for once now his head was tilted upwards to continue the kiss he did not wish to break even as he manoeuvered her back against a tree. She could feel his muscles, tense and almost shaking, heated even in the cooler evening air of the forest.

Halsin abruptly parted them, almost dropping her to the floor as his breathing grew heavy, laboured. “Halsin? What’s wrong?” Tav steadied herself against the tree, uncertain what to do to help. The druid was almost glowing, his eyes alight with a form of magic as he fell forward onto all fours. He hurriedly tried to unfasten his clothes, but it was a little too late. Even the tough leather buckled and ripped as his body shifted and transformed, growing in size, thick dark fur covering every inch of the huge bear. The creature stepped backwards, a look that could only be described as apologetic crossing its features… his features. Tav held out a hand, stepping towards him. “Are you alright?” He blinked a few times, then shook his head, the rest of his large body following, the magic weaving back around him and returning him to his more usual form. He was almost naked, the remnants of his leathers hanging off him in strips, and he sat back on his heels breathing heavily still. “I’m…sorry. Oakfather grant me strength - Sometimes it is hard…to control myself.” Tav knelt on the ground with him, taking his hands into her own. “Don’t worry about it, as long as you’re ok.” “How did nature make you so beautiful, my heart? Inside and out.” He kissed her hands softly, eyes locked on hers. “I will be just fine. With you here, how could I be anything but?” There was something about him that still seemed slightly ashamed, a look she was not used to seeing from the Archdruid. “Halsin,” she made sure he looked her in the eye before she continued, “I like you, I adore you, all of you. Just the way you are.” She allowed a little smirk to play at her lips. “But for now, perhaps stay like this. I don’t think I can handle a bear.” Yet, she almost added, only allowing the thought to half form in her mind.

“You seem very certain that you can handle me as I am. Perhaps we should test that theory.” There was an almost animal glint in his eye as he raised up on his knees, pulling her closer to him and removing her clothes with deft movements. It didn’t take long for her to be as bare as he was, both dressed only in the cool moonlight and the light breeze that passed around them. “Nature truly outdid itself when it made you…” “I could say the same of you. It’s like you were carved out of marble by an expert artist, and brought to life with the warmest heart.” She smiled, reaching forward to tuck his hair behind his ear, delighting in how he shivered as her fingers brushed past the pointed tip.

“You flatter me,” he held her hand to his cheek for a moment, “but perhaps we’ve talked enough for now.” He kissed the inside of her wrist, following it with further tender pecks along the length of her arm, moving closer to wrap his arm around her back. His lips continued their path along her shoulder and collarbone as he brought them both up to their feet again, kissing up her neck as they were standing. “Oakfather preserve me, I want to devour you…” He growled seductively in her ear.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” she returned the look he was giving her, full of barely contained lust.

He paused for just one more moment. “You must tell me if we are to stop, I do not want to hurt you.”

“That would be almost impossible,” she breathed heavily, feeling the heat rise within her as his lips lingered by the tip of her ear, “but for safety, squirrel can be our word.” She was rewarded by a deep chuckle in her ear, the sound itself travelling along her nerves to somewhere far deeper in her core. “Somehow that seems perfect.” He began to lift her again, pressing her back up against the tree as he continued to administer his affections across her skin. Soft lips expressed tender care across fresh bruises and old scars alike, the slight cooling of healing magic soothing the more recent signs of battle that marked her like a mosaic. Tav tensed as he moved lower, leaving small bites along the line of her hip, each delighted gasp from her lips only urging him onwards with renewed passion. “Hold on.” He murmured, as he hooked his arms under her legs and in one swift motion stood up with her thighs on his shoulders, bracing her back against the tree once more as his tongue began to taste her desire. Tav didn’t even notice the whisper or the slight gesture as the spell was cast, but she felt the vines of Entangle rise from the ground to hold her. You have certainly been talking to Astarion, haven’t you- She moaned as his tongue and lips drank deeply from her, working every nerve within her as the vines coiled up and around her arms, holding them above her head and secure against the tree. More vines found purchase around her waist and ribs, lifting and cupping her breasts, thinner ends just pinching the hardened peaks to draw a fresh noise from deep within her lungs. The food in their bags sat long forgotten as Halsin took his time, savouring every moment, every little motion of his tongue sending waves of heat through her whole body. Just as promised, he devoured her, drinking in the pleasure, working in such careful patterns that it wasn’t long before the local wildlife were rudely awoken by the wanton howl that escaped her. He held her tight, pressing his tongue ever deeper even as her hips bucked against him. Even as his mouth refused to stop dragging the ecstasy from every nerve, his hands caressed every curve they could reach. Strong, soothing, carrying the aftershock of her climax as long as he could and bringing her back down again like a gentle wave passing through the afterglow. The druid eased her down carefully, the vines relaxing their grip and lowering her shaking body into his arms. He kissed her heated skin tenderly from her naval to her neck, until her feet touched the floor once more. Tav felt like she had been flying, floating back down to the moss below her toes completely surrounded by affection. “You didn’t stop me.” He whispered against her cheek, continuing to kiss her even as she blushed a deeper hue again. “I didn’t need to.” She reached her hands up into his hair again, lingering by his ear this time. She felt his reaction as her fingers caressed the line from lobe to tip, the way his breathing quickened, the subtle heat rising from his skin. “I didn’t want to.” “You are…dangerous.” He rolled his head back, leaning in to the touch against his ear. “Isn’t that what makes it exciting?” She began to kiss and nip across his chest, her fingertips still tracing unspoken words in her new favourite place to tease, relishing in the quickening of his pulse. He looked down at her again now, his hands gripping her hips firmly, just holding her back from pressing against him. “More?” His breathless whisper was hot against her ear, lips trailing a new path, worshipping every inch of her body as he sank to his knees before her, one hand already moving to her inner thigh. Tav simply nodded, biting her lip, unable to resist the temptation to let him do as he wished. Her knees still felt weak, and the moment he slipped a finger inside, curling it to reach the most sensitive parts, she nearly fell completely to the floor.

His eyes caught hers as he looked up momentarily, before dipping back down to taste her again. The druid could not get enough, tasting her, moving her, drawing every breath from her lunches in ragged gasps as he added a second finger to his new favourite game. Tav was certain she would’ve fallen over, if it hadn’t been for the hand inside her and the other wrapped around her lower back holding her as close as possible. She tried to brace herself against the tree behind her, suddenly missing the grasp of the vines but feeling completely incapable of denying Halsin the meal he desired.

Trying to cling to her consciousness with everything she had, she ran her fingers through his hair, once again finding the tips of his ears to caress. The vibrations of his delighted moans only increased the feelings building within, ready to bloom a second time with a primal lust. She kept going, letting her fingertips rile him up more, relishing in the look of him knelt before her… Halsin’s hunger seemed endless, relentless, damn near insatiable. Looking down at him worshipping every inch of her body was the most erotic sight that Tav could imagine. His skin was beading with sweat, muscles clearly defined and almost quivering with the sheer sexual energy that seemed to full every cell of his being. Even his breath was heated as he worked his fingers within her while his tongue did not waste a single drop, tasting her, devouring her like it was her last meal. By the time the shockwave hit, rippling out from her core with muscles twitching around his hand as he continued to tease out the afterglow, her knees were completely weak. She was certain the only things keeping her upright were his hands, one inside her and the other holding her lower back, keeping her pressed to his face as he kept the final pulses of warmth subsided with a long and shuddering moan. “My heart,” he smiled, casually cleaning his hand with his tongue as she sank slowly to the floor, “you are a greater feast than all of nature’s bounty.” For a few moments, all Tav could do was try and remember what breathing was, and appreciate the sight of the man in front of her. This suited him best, hair falling out of place, skin slick with sweat, moonlight highlighting every line of hardened muscle, and the best part of all - the smile on his face as he quietly watched her. “What do you desire? Name it, and it will be yours, as I am yours.” He laid his hand on her knee, beginning to caress up her leg, but Tav stopped him. “No,” she leaned forward, caressing his cheek softly, “you give too much of yourself. Let me…” Halsin’s face was a mix of delight and self restraint. His lips tried to form words, but his mind gave him nothing more than a silent smile. He nodded, turning his head to kiss her hand and wrist, looking almost lonely when she pulled back. Tav found a little strength to move again now her body was finally recovering, and took the small bottle from her bag.

“I thought we were leaving the picnic til after?” Halsin looked confused for a moment, until he realised exactly what her plan was. “Oh…well, in that case, carry on.” Tav smiled, shuffling towards him on hands and knees, the glass bottle held between her teeth. She pushed firmly on his chest, finding very little resistance as he laid on his back beneath her, watching her every move while consciously not acting on any of his impulses. She almost found it difficult to straddle him, kneeling over his waist but denying him contact for now. She relished the way he bit his lip when she took the stopper out of the bottle with her teeth. She held the bottle high above him, letting a little of the golden syrup pour in a thin line down to his chest. She used the honey like ink, drawing a map of everywhere she wanted to taste, watching the way he reacted to each place. After replacing the stopper, she put the bottle to one side and began to sample the delicacy she had made, a sweet dessert to savour and enjoy. Her tongue and lips teased, relishing the taste of his skin. The honey had the tangy sweetness which blended so beautifully with the hint of salt on his hot muscles, the lingering flavour of leather from his armour, and the general earthy aroma that seemed to be a part of him made the experience complex, yet decadent. She continued down across his abdomen, amused at the points where he quivered from a ticklish touch, running her hands down his arms with just a little pressure. There was no way she could ever hope to pin him beneath her, not on her own, he was far too strong, but this little illusion of power quickened his pulse beneath her fingertips. By the time she kissed along the line of his hip, teasing little bites and enjoying every moan he tried to bite back behind tensed lips, she could feel him almost quaking beneath her. She wanted this, to see him finally allowing someone to tend to his desires, and it was clear how much he was enjoying it too. The taste of him now was like a fine banquet. She dragged her tongue slowly along his tip, as if tasting a stray drop from a bottle of wine, listening to the long low moan that came from above. Tav kissed along him, each fresh press of her lips opening them more, adding just a little more tongue, until she reached the top once more and took him entirely into her mouth. She lavished affection on him, allowing her teeth to tease and drag out pleasured moans, her hands still caressing his body, tenderly testing for any areas that deepened his voice. Tav let her tongue speak a hundred languages, all words of love lavished around him, singing his praises more literally as she allowed her own moans to send subtle vibrations through him. It seemed this was enough to tip the scales, as she was rewarded with the taste of his own nectar, a warm honey with its own sweetness that she devoured with a ravenous appetite spurred on by the howl that echoed around the clearing. Tav barely had time to catch her breath when his strong arms lifted her forwards, pulling her up to straddle his waist again, gazing at her with unbridled passion in his eyes. “Of all of nature’s gifts…” He paused, running his hands up her arms to her shoulders as he sat up, bringing his knees up to support her back. “I couldn’t possibly ask for more, and yet… Forgive me, I want you, my heart, I want all of you.”

“Then you may have me, and I shall have you.” She kissed him lightly, almost surprised when he immediately deepened the kiss, the taste of each other mingling on their tongues in a moment of pure lust. “As nature intended.” He growled, kissing down to her neck as he lifted her slightly, encouraging her to continue. Tav followed his direction, finding him already prepared with barely a minute to rest. He’s…insatiable… she thought, not unlike me, I suppose- The thought was cut off as she felt him in place, too deep in her own desire to try and tease him or prolong her own satisfaction. She pressed herself down slowly, the pair of them exhaling in tandem as he filled her so completely she thought her legs might give way again. But she held strong, wrapping her arms around him, holding him close as she began to move.

--- Halsin had been thinking of this moment for so long that it was almost like a dream now. Surrounded by nature, encompassed by the body of his heart, watching her head roll back as she took her own pleasures by moving above him. It was going to take everything he had within him not to rush this, and he was now more grateful than ever that she had already given him some release before they began. That would make it easier to prolong the moment, to draw out every second as long as he could. The soft glow of the moon made her look even more beautiful to him, if such a thing had ever been possible in the first place. He did not miss the city one bit, his senses keener from the bear within that was always just held back below the surface it was impossible not to notice everything about her. The colour of her eyes, sparkling with starlight. The sounds of her breath catching in her throat as he moved with her, finding every way to make her feel all of him, pressing just that little bit deeper every few thrusts and relishing the little moans against his lips as he kissed her neck. The scent, the scent was so clear to him; the moss beneath them, the fresh water of the lake nearby, the ripening berries on the bushes and refreshing pine- Tav leaned back and braced herself on his knees behind her, quickening her pace for a minute to draw out her own pleasure. Halsin focused again, trying to hold back and allow her to do what he pleased. The aromas of the forest were mingling with their own sweet perfumes, sweat, sex, honey, and the slight hint of roses from the woman whose head was tilting back breathlessly, chest heaving as her climax echoed from the trees. Oakfather, forgive me, she is too much.

--- Tav rode out the wave of bliss, unaware of the feral look creeping onto her lover’s face. When she was descending from the high, she soon realised something had changed as he gripped her hips and rolled them both so he was above her. His arms were shaking, not through the difficulty of holding himself up - far from it, he could likely keep that position for hours - no, this was the pure intensity of his desire. She gasped as he pulled out, pausing only to flip her on to her front before he pressed back inside with a swift and powerful motion. His lips pressed devoted kisses and untamed bites across her back, holding her legs together with his feet and shins pinning them down. His thrusts were wild and harsh, breathing ragged, and if she didn’t know better she might have thought he had truly become the bear again, but his hands remained entirely without paws or the thick fur of the beast. As he increased in intensity, he found a grip on the back of her neck, holding her beneath him in a way that excited her entire being. It didn’t matter that the ground was rough beneath her, or that her hair had become entirely tangled, or that the remnants of the honey was clinging to her skin. All that mattered was this, the feeling of him completely ravaging her, letting his passion take control and bringing her breathlessly towards their conclusion. “Let me hear you,” he growled, “let the whole forest hear your voice cry out, make the birds envious of your song.” His voice alone was almost enough to tip her over the edge, but it was when she felt the subtle growth within that her muscles responded, tightening around him as he let go completely. The sheer intensity of the pulsing climax seemed to drag an even greater one from her as she did exactly what he had demanded. Not a single beast within earshot remained asleep, the sound travelling close to a mile from where the two elves cascaded together over an entire waterfall of bliss, the consummation of lust that both had felt since not long after they met. Halsin lay his body over her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace and kissing the point of her neck where he had gripped perhaps a little tighter than he had intended. She didn’t care, though. She was filled with complete bliss. Beyond the powerful afterglow flowing through her whole body, she felt so entirely encompassed by him. It was as if they were the only two beings in the forest, in the whole world. She was glad he didn’t withdraw immediately either, not wanting to feel that emptiness just yet. Tav sighed happily. Even in this, he was gentle, the embrace of a lover not just a quick fling. Although he was above her, he was still careful not to let his whole weight rest on her, supporting himself by his knees and elbows and the forearms that were wound around beneath her, holding her close. She could feel the strong and steady beat of his heart through her back, she could hear his breathing slowing to contented sighs, and she wanted nothing more than to remain right there.

--- Halsin waited a while, savouring the close feeling of holding his heart in his arms, listening to the easy sounds of her satisfied body. Eventually, he carefully parted them, a light chuckle escaping him at her disappointed little sigh. “Let us clean up, my heart, and we should not let our other feast go to waste.” He kissed her shoulders and back as he moved aside, waiting to help her to her feet on legs that couldn’t quite support her. “Just give me a moment, you don’t have to-” she tried to protest, but was cut short by a sweet kiss. The druid instead lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the lake, sinking into the cool water slowly and holding her close. “I don’t have to, but I want to. You have done so much for me, allow me to take care of you, too.” Tav wrinkled her nose and pressed her finger to her lover’s lips. “Only if you will allow me to do the same for you, my love.” “Love,” he echoed the word carefully, contemplating its meaning. “So you are willing to share your heart with me, as I do you?” “Of course. I care about you. I love you. I suppose I have for a while…” She kissed his cheek, smiling at how he blushed now from a simple declaration of affection. “Let us indulge our bodies as we so wish, sample all the delights the world might have to offer, but keep our hearts to ourselves, and our other love.” “Astarion.” He echoed her unspoken words. “You think he will accept me into his heart, too?” “Give him time, earn his trust, and hold him with care.” She kissed his lips, a declaration of her affection. “I don’t know how anyone could resist falling for you.”

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They spent the rest of the night beneath the stars. They swam and bathed in the lake, playfully splashed each other and chased each other through the cooling ripples that sparkled in the moonlight, and eventually even made it to the food they had carried all the way out there. However, when the sun rose and they realised it was time to return to the city, they noticed a small problem. Or rather, a large, naked problem. “My clothes…I completely forgot.” Halsin sighed, looking at the torn scraps of fabric and leather that couldn’t even form enough of an outfit for a certain incubus to wear. “Oh…shit.” Tav realised, looking at the few tears in her own clothes that prevented them from effectively covering her. “This…is going to be awkward.” — Some time later, the upper floor of the Elfsong tavern was filled with laughter and a friendly mocking, as two elves strolled in carrying their bags and clothed only in the blankets of their bedding wrapped around them.

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It felt about natural to have the Halsin chapter here, after his rescue and recovery, with a little need to get out of the city. He's a terrible patient in my mind but what better way to know he is fully healed? This is the last main chapter that I currently have ready, so there will be a few of the side story specials coming in next, then ATG 14 will be back hopefully in the next couple of weeks depending on my schedule~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin x tav #fanfic #a tav's guide #tav

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥: 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗉, 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗒

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chapter warnings: minor cursing

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader & platonic!loud house family x platonic!reader

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Two weeks later and your online conversations with Lynn became more frequent than you had hoped for. She would always wake you up with a good morning text and end it with a good night text. She was such a sweetheart.

Your sisters accidentally found out about Lynn and wouldn’t stop taunting you about the athlete. Sometimes, they successfully got your parents to join in the wholesome entertainment.

As for Lynn in her household, she was in the same predicament, being constantly occupied with her phone, blatantly refusing to interact with anyone else. Luna and Lori caught onto Lynn’s new behavior and informed their parents. Of course, this worried her family, but Lynn reassured them that it was just natural. Her family deemed it natural when they discovered that it was a harmless crush.

“Why don’t you invite her over tomorrow?” Rita recommended it to her daughter. “Show her around the town.”

“That’s a great idea, mom. thanks, I’ll go ask her right now.” She begins to run upstairs.

“Nuh-uh…you’ll text [name] after you eat dinner with the rest of your family.”

“But- mom,” Lynn grumbles, prepared to make up an excuse.

“No buts!” Her mom was quick to shut her attempts down.“Your dad spent hours busting away in that kitchen so don’t think that eating fast will get you out of this as well. You will spend time with your family and enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, she obeyed her mom and rejoined her family at the dinner table.

During one of your nightly texts, Lynn decided to bring up the question. Now necessarily, Lynn wasn’t the most open when inviting people into her home, especially around her chaotic family. However, she knew that she couldn’t speak for you so she decided to drop the ball, just to see how it turns out.

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

hey [name]? i kinda have a quick question for you

new girl ☺️❤️

go ahead, lynn

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

do you wanna come over to my house tmrw? just to hang out, and i’ll show you around town

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc i would love too

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

great :)

see you tmrw then, beautiful ��

new girl ☺️❤️

you too, lynn 💗

Lynn spent the entire night researching and creating a homemade brochure of the town’s best sights while making it creative to your liking. For future reference, she added the country club, knowing that tennis is regularly played there by mostly rich residents.

It was the little details that made her hard work so special.

“She’s gonna love it.” Lynn faintly hums, tiredness getting to her. Before she knew it, Lynn was knocked out cold across her bed, happily waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

After texting Lynn, you headed downstairs and were just in time for dinner to get started. “Hey dad, mom, you don’t mind if I go over to Lynn’s tomorrow? She’s offered to show me around town.”

“She seems kind enough to go out of her way, so why not?” Your mom confirmed with a soft smile.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Ohh…who’s Lynn?” Madison questions with a cocky smirk.

“It’s not such a big deal.” You groan.

“It is a big deal! If our baby sister’s in love already.” Cassandra teases, participating in Madison’s antics. “Now I’ve got to see this mystery girl for myself.”

“Oh, shut up!” You exclaim at your sisters, wanting the teasing to stop, but the burning desire in your stomach felt very overwhelming to contain at the moment. “Besides she’s just a friend, can’t I just text a friend?” You hastily said, wanting to just move past this conversation that required the update of your love life.

“Sure.” Madison murmurs to her dad. “Give it a couple of weeks.”

Annoyingly, your sisters had other plans, both choosing to ignore your distress and continue to taunt you more.

“Yeah, [name]’s right guys,” Cassandra nods her head in agreement and turns to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. Wait a minute…was she agreeing with you for once? This was an unbelievable moment. “That’s how the best relationships start…from the root of a healthy friendship.”

The shimmering smile on your face instantly deflates so guess that you spoke too soon. You shouldn’t be this surprised by now, your sisters were endlessly teasing you from the moment they recognized the lovesick aura that reflected off of you.

“Isn’t that the girl that you’ve been glued to your phone with almost every day?” Your dad joins in the conversation.

“Now I wouldn’t say that I was glued to my phone almost every day.” You rolled your eyes and folded your arms as you denied the accusations. If they were going to tease you, they should at least have their facts in order, otherwise it was just useless.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that you were addicted to your phone ever since you started to text this Lynn girl.” Madison comments, “Always so private and defensive whenever I bring up her name.”

Your mom winks at you. “Well, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“What?! Mom, seriously, you’re in on this too?” You felt betrayed at the revelation. “We just moved into town two weeks ago. There’s no way that I could already have a girlfriend.”

“And we’re loving how slow and steady you’re being especially after Ang–“ Your mom states, not realizing her colossal upcoming mistake.

“Don’t!” you inhale sharply, abruptly interrupting her as you hesitate for your next words, “Please don’t say her name.” Your voice tuned down into a shortened whisper.

The loud clattering of forks against the plates immediately halted as you felt peering eyes staring at you, eager for your reaction.

“Ok, y’know what. All of a sudden, I’m not so hungry.” You left the dinner table and stormed off to your bedroom. You heard your mom call after you, but you just ignored her, trying to blink away your incoming tears.

Why would your mom bring up her name? I mean, after all this time…when you’re finally moving on with your life. Hopefully, you could’ve slept on that rough patch and forgotten all about it by the next morning.

Your dad dropped you at the Louds’ house by 10 am sharp. You knocked on the front door several times and waited for someone to open the door. It took a few more seconds of rocking awkwardly on your feet until the door finally opened.

“Hey, [name].” Lynn greets you with a soft smile, letting you inside her house.

“Hey, Lynn.” You walked in, reciprocating a welcoming smile and she shut the door behind you.

“I just have to grab something and we’ll leave.”

“Ok, family time for the clean up day,” Lynn Sr. announces.

“Can’t we do this another day, dad?” Lynn starts to complain, “I have a guest and I don’t want to bore her with my chores, and besides we had a whole day planned together.”

Her father sarcastically frowns, “Sorry, sweetie, clean up day is clean up day.”

Lynn groans, annoyed at the drastic turn of events. This was not how she dreamed this day would happen. The brunette girl looks over at you with a vanished gleam in her eyes, “Sorry that our day was ruined, I had a lot of activities planned. I don’t suppose you wanna help me clean, do you?” she bit down on her lower lip, anticipating a reply from you. The brunette girl hoped that you didn’t take the day's cancellation to heart, and will ultimately brush it off.

You smiled, taking the athlete by surprise, and grabbed her hand intertwining it with yours. Lynn felt herself freeze up on the spot, her mind not comprehending the innocent action. Of course, Lynn didn’t refuse the hand-holding and embraced it for her comfort. Even if she had rejected your sweet gesture, she couldn’t bear to witness your disappointed face and receive a somber attitude from you afterward.

She tightened the grasp as she raised your conjoined hands in the air, going along with your tactics.

“It’s fine, Lynn. You’ll just make it up to me later, right?”

She begins to stutter, crimson red darkening her cheeks as she starts to stutter out, “Yeah—yes, sure, whatever you wanna do.” Allowing you to drag her toward her family line.

Throughout the whole instructions from her dad, Lynn couldn’t seem to cling to the concept, her erratic heartbeat drowning out her dad’s speech.

The close proximity, the hand-holding, the lingering looks, and the touches were all too much. Too much for Lynn to handle alone and she desperately needed to know if you felt the same and wanted you to have some of the weight as well, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

Her mind was completely blank of ideas on how to get you back, possibly because her mind was feeling hazy by her overwhelming thoughts.

Could you have felt how sweaty her palm was? Surely, you would have figured out how nervous you’re currently making her. Perhaps it was a game to you, to see who would snap first and reclaim your ego. It didn’t matter to Lynn though, she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

To make matters worse, you laid your face against her clothed shoulder and began gently tracing on her arm with your fingers in a rhythmic pattern. In response, Lynn rested her head against yours, her eyes trained on her dad despite wanting to see your reaction.

Then all of sudden, you leaned in her ear, your lips just barely hovering over her ear lobe, “Are you okay, Lynn? You seem zoned out.” The soft shudder that escaped her lips was hardly audible, thankfully that you couldn’t discover how frustrated you were making her.

All because of a voice. In particular, it was your sultry voice that made her legs tremble like jello. She hated how vulnerable she was around you, always used to putting up an outgoing-aggressive personality. She loathed how all of her walls crumbled whenever you were around her because ever since she met you, she became a rambling mess.

That was all it took for Lynn’s mind to spiral out of control. You had rendered completely speechless and she didn’t like the odd feeling.

She was purely convinced that you knew exactly what you were doing…with those innocent glances and sweet touches that may seem friendly on the outside but she knew deep down inside that they were anything but friendly. Well…at least that she hoped.

But surprisingly, she had kept her cool and mentally regained her power over her speech. Lynn cleared her throat, leaning over slightly to whisper back to you as she sneakily spared you a glance. “Yeah, I’m fine, [name].”

“Ok, louds get to cleaning.” Lynn’s dad cheers, clapping his hands together, urging his children to start their respective chores.

Her eyebrows brunch up in confusion as she stammers out, “Wait, dad, what was my cho— oh forget it.“ Lynn cut herself off after seeing her father disappear upstairs alongside many of her siblings.

Due to her daydreaming and possible overthinking, Lynn didn’t hear anything that was being spoken so she was confused about what her chore was.

The brunette girl turned to look at you, assuming that you had paid attention. Luckily for her, you were actually listening…and partially giving Lynn lingering looks past her shoulders, but nonetheless, you knew what chore was given to you.

“We’re on kitchen duty alongside Lincoln.” You informed her with a weak smile watching the relief overtake her features.

When you both started the kitchen, you divided the tasks evenly and gave them specific tasks. Lincoln went off to clean the dinner table as you and Lynn stayed behind in the kitchen.

In the midst of cleaning the kitchen with Lynn, she had momentarily disappeared on you, so regardless you continued your chore. Her absence wasn’t going to affect your cleaning, she announced that she was coming right back anyway.

While clearing and drying the wet dishes from the sink, you heard shuffling behind you.

“Great job, girls.” Lynn’s dad encourages the both of you as he briefly walks past the kitchen. “The kitchen’s looking better already.” You kindly smiled in appreciation at his approval.

“Hey, [name]. I need your opinion on something real quick.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“This kinda requires you to look at me.”

It was when you finally turned around to speak that you detected the difference in Lynn’s outfit, she was now wearing a black blazer over her jersey and held a duster in her right hand.

To be honest, she looked absolutely gorgeous in that black blazer.

“How do I look? Is it too much?” She asks, smoothing out the blazer. You remained silent, unable to force any words out, still taking in the new addition to her appearance. “You good, there, cutie? You just seem a little bit star-struck.” Her smirk was too big to miss. She was so cocky yet, you somehow loved it.

You hesitated, gripping the drying cloth. “Ok, first of all, the blazer totally suits you but you shouldn’t be wearing a blazer when cleaning, it’s going to get dirty.” You advised your friend.

“It’s not going to get dirty if I’m not cleaning,” Lynn stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Lynn, are you serious? Ditching work to do some dumb shit.”

Lincoln pops up, beside his older sister. “I don’t know, [name], kinda seems like a good idea.”

“See, Lincoln gets it.” She points to her brother with the duster.

“That’s because he’s your brother and he wants to ditch work too.” You scoff at Lincoln’s smart cunning act.

Lincoln nods and smiles, “Great minds think alike, [name].” The white-haired boy leaves the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m not really loving this attitude from you, sweetie.” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Well, forgive me,” You harshly threw the cloth over your shoulders and started stalking towards her. Lynn’s posture started to shrink with every step you took towards her and eventually, your bodies were pressed together. You were practically touching noses and you could have seen Lynn’s confidence wavering away within the second. It sparked something in you, wanting to see her confidence falter like that. Might you be surprised that you found it quite endearing to your advantage, to be the only person to achieve what you can do to Lynn Loud Jr. “If I’m just looking out for you, sweetie.” The last word was filled with pure annoyance.

You turned around, ready to walk away to continue your last of the dishes, and with your back turned, it gave Lynn the chance to quickly ponder on how to get you flustered. She was swift with her movements when her hands are wrapped around your waist, spinning you back around to her. Releasing a surprised gasp, completely shocked by the hand placement and now she had the upper hand in this situation and she was relishing her victory with the smirk forming on her lips.

“Careful, [name], and I just might think that you’re falling for me.”

You sneer, feeling yourself flush like a complete idiot, “In your dreams, loud.”

She slowly chuckles, her grip tightening on your waist, eyes deliberately rising to connect to your dilated (e/c) ones. “Then why haven’t you pulled away from me, yet, then, gorgeous?”

You were stunned at her question. That was a good question: why haven’t you resisted her advances when you apparently disagreed with her? Generally speaking, you were too much in a trance to pull away from Lynn, but you weren’t admitting to that out loud.

Her sister, Luna walks in, noticing the position that you’re both in, “Woah!! Get a room, lovebirds.” Then she leaves right from her entrance.

Those words snapped you back into reality as you pushed Lynn off of you, staggering on your feet momentarily before regaining your balance. You smoothed out your clothes as Lynn just stared at you with a hidden glint in her eyes and that hazy smile on her lips. Even though you were irritated at her, Lynn still managed to find you amusing.

“Come on, let’s go do your news reporter thingy.” You stood up straight and cleared out your throat. You left the kitchen and Lynn immediately followed after you, leaving no final thoughts behind.

By the time you reached upstairs, you heard Mr. Loud’s voice from Luna and Luan’s room. You walked in the middle of the conversation, staying hidden by the door alongside Lynn.

“Keep you guys on task and take care of— good gravy, where’s Lily?” He shouted in distress, pointing down to the blank space which was meant to be Lily’s presence.

Just then, Lynn appears from the doorway, using the cleaning duster as a makeshift microphone. “Oh…dad, already lost Lily and already told mom that he’d watch her…excited to see how this one unfolds.” She finishes, earning confused looks from her dad and sister.

“And this is…” He trails off.

“I decided if I don’t make it as a professional athlete, I need a backup plan, so I’m practicing to be a sports announcer.” She explains to them.

“You’re off to a good start, Lynn.” You joked.

The doorbell from downstairs rang, alerting us that someone was there.

“It’s probably child services.” He mutters to himself. “Ok, you three girls find Lily and I’ll cover.” He instructs before leaving the room.

“Who are you again?” Luna questions, pointing to you with a skeptical look on her face.

“I’m [name].” You reintroduced yourself, “We met when your family introduced yourselves as my new neighbors.”

“Ohh…” It finally dawns on her as she clicks her tongue, “I remember you. You’re that girl that Lynn won’t non-stop gushing about every day. I swear that she seems so smit—“

“Ok, I thought that we were going to keep that between us.” Lynn drags you away, cutting Luna’s statement off.

“Hold up, baseball girl.” You stop her in the middle of the hallway, “What was that all about?”

At first, she avoided your questioning gaze, deciding to keep her pride together. It was the deafening silence that gave you all the answers which you needed.

“You talk about me? To your family.” You questioned with a sympathetic smile.

“Yes, I do.” She sheepishly replies, “I hope you don’t find that weird.

“It’s not weird if I did that same thing as well.”

“We’ll call it even.” Lynn finalizes, putting her hand out.

“Deal.” You accepted with the handshake, completing it with a firm grip. You and Lynn made your way downstairs and you began to ask, “So you just pop up from out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, [name], that’s kinda the point! Also, you’re free to do sportscasts with me if you’d like as well. It’s typically a two-person job.” Lynn offers, “I think that I have a matching blazer if you’re up for it.”

“That’s quite alright, Lynn.”

“Oh well, suit yourself. We could have been an awesome duo.”

Going according to Lynn’s plan, you had walked into another misunderstanding just in time.

“Hey, dad, you might want to clean the fancy glasses yourself. I think some of them are busted.” Lincoln strolled in with a beach ball in his hand, wearing beachwear.

Suddenly, Lynn appears from the corridor, “Oh…something’s busted alright and his name is Lincoln Loud.” Long story short, Mr. Loud found Lincoln’s punishment viable for doing yard work all by himself.

Deeply interested in searching for his youngest daughter, Lynn’s dad is in distress by moving clothes that aren’t where they were supposed to be.

Lynn zoomed in on her imaginary headshot. “With his back against the wall, dad throws a desperation hail mary…and lies to mom.”

He throws a pile of dirty clothes into the twins’ room before speaking, “Not in the mood Lynn.”

Lynn bashfully shrugs and vanishes back into her room to find you sitting on her bed. You looked around in amazement at her side of the room, “Can tell that you’re sports-obsessed, loud.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs with a giddy smirk, “I’m very easily captivated.”

Your phone goes off, interrupting the so-called moment. “Hey, get this, but our moms met and conjured up a plan so now I’m sleeping over at your house for tonight.”

When she remained silent, your curiosity grew wild. “Did you have some part in this little arrangement?” You squint your eyes at Lynn.

“What— no!” Lynn actively denied your accusations, “What gave you that stupid idea?”

“Yes she did, she basically begged mom to do it.” Luna passed the room.

“Thanks again, Luna,” She yells at her.

“Well luckily for you, I enjoy sleepovers.” You walked closer to her watching the blush on her cheeks form intensely. You had her wrapped around your finger, and you loved it to the very core. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed her cheek passionately, leaving a faint print of lip gloss there once you pulled away. “I will call one of my sisters to pack me a bag.”

A loud whistle echoing around the house stops your conversation.

“That’s a family meeting, it’s a requirement for us to be there.” Lynn managed out, still mesmerized by the cheek kiss that you passionately gave her as she humored your confused expression.

Turning to your heel as you exited the bedroom, heading downstairs. Meanwhile, Lynn’s still in her room, grinning happily as her fingers trace over the area that you recently kissed and the crimson red fades away from her face.

“The reason I called this family is because Lily is missing.” He rambles, walking back and forth. “I mean she’s not missing… It’s just that I can’t find her. If there’s one thing that I’m proud of, it’s the fact that I can keep track of all my kids.” He finally looked at his remaining children. “Where are all my kids?”

In chronological order, there were Lisa, Leni, Lynn, [Name], Luna, Lana, and Luan.

Flashing her head in the tv’s direction, “If you’re just joining us, dad promised mom that he wouldn’t lose Lily and now…he’s lost…” She looks to you for an answer and you hold up four fingers to confirm as she briefly nods to you in thanks. “Four of his eleven children.”

Mr. Loud scoffs and sits back down. “I know where Lily is.” Lisa started with a bit of uncertainty in her tone.

He jumps out of his seat and lets out an enthusiastic yell, “Great!”

“She’s in another dimension…” She hesitates, her tone fills with disappointment.

His happy energy instantly deflates as he lets out a sorrowful, “Great..”

“I accidentally zap-mastered her, right now, the best course of action would be to have somebody hold this tracking device.” Lisa pulls out a small circular device and continues to explain, “Then zap them in the same dimension, of course, there's a possibility that person would be sent to an entirely different dimension or possibly a bottomless black hole.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You intervened, peeking your head out from Lynn’s tall figure.

“You must be new here!” The blonde girl, whom you assumed was Leni, said, “This happens almost every day…or is it every week?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Luna whispers to you from behind.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Loud tries to process the new information in his head.

He suddenly then turns to his children with hopefulness in his tone, “Who would like to do that?” Amongst hearing that, there were many beats of silence, all of his children collectively disagreeing.

“Why don’t we put one of the tracking devices on one of Lana’s pets?” Luna suggests and Luan makes a hum of encouragement.

“Sounds great, pops.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Lana clarifies. “The only one brave enough would be Hops but we're not on speaking terms since I put him on a low-carb diet.”

Lynn Sr. rises from his seat, “Sometimes a man’s gotta do what, what a man’s gotta do.” At first, it sounded inspirational, almost making it believable until it wasn’t. “Let’s get Hops a piece of bread and see if we can talk him into it.” Everyone unanimously agreed as they all headed to the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Lana behind.

The whistle is loudly used again, commanding the remaining children into the living room.

“The reason I called another family meeting is to inform you all that I’m going to find Lily. I’m also going to find Lola, Lucy, and Lincoln. Where is Lana?”

Like magic, Lynn reports back to another imaginary camera. “This is a sports update with Lynn Loud that dad has now lost, not four, but five of his eleven children.”

She plants the makeshift microphone in front of your face, “How do you feel about the events that have transpired?” You squinted your eyes at her and shoved the duster right back in her face.

Her attention shifted back to her dad who’s started to spiral into overthinking. “Your mom is gonna kill me. I don’t think this could get any worse,” He came to terms with reality before shouting again; “Where is Luan?”

You all simultaneously looked at the empty presence of Luan, wondering where she could have gone. Somehow, you and Lynn ended up in the basement upon your discovery of finding the missing sisters, except for Lily.

“Well, at least I get a break from Lynn’s nonstop sportscasting.” Luan seemed relieved.

“Boo!” Lynn pops up, scaring her sisters in the process, “The crowd did not like that one.”

Luan chuckles, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder, “Me and Coconuts are gonna go find that doorknob.” She stepped forward before a loud growling sound ceased her from doing so.

She backs up in a huddled form with her younger sisters except for Lucy, who just stands there. Instinctively, Lynn’s arm protectively wraps around your waist and pulls you in closer to her chest.

Later on, Leni, Lisa, and Luna made their way down to the basement, leaving all of you trapped there. So the next best thing was to yell for help and only prayed that we would be rescued. Apparently, Lynn Sr. came to the rescue but absentmindedly locked himself in the basement as well. Lola caught her dad up to speed with the whole metal monster, and it terrified him.

This was getting ridiculous and even by your standards. So you concluded that you would terminate this monster and escape this eerie basement.

“Ok, this is stupid,” You mutter, making your way to the machine before a hand pulls you back, halting your movements.

“Where are you going?” Lynn questions, tugging on your arm.

“I’m getting this over with and finding Lily.” You said rationally as she let go of your arm.

“Fine then I’m coming with you.” She concludes, walking forward as well.

“Lynn, I don’t need you coming with me.” You sigh.

“What if you get lost?” She steps closer to you.

Now you stepped closer to her. “It’s a small basement Lynn, I highly doubt that possibility.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being safe.” She proceeded until your noses were barely touching and your eyes were making intense eye contact. It was the reenactment in the kitchen all over again, except there was an audience and a very confused one at that.

“Would you two stop flirting and get a move on!” Luna states, receiving multiple noises of accordance from the others.

“Woah! Woah, let’s take it down a notch.“

“We’re not flirting!” You simultaneously argued with their allegations.

“Yeah, and it totally looked like you weren’t about to kiss as well.” Lola sarcastically comments, folding her arms.

Lynn’s eyes widened at that statement. “Kiss? Pmmmph…we definitely didn’t kiss.” Anyone with eyes could tell that she was freaking out by the second.

“Alright, that’s enough talking out of you.” You tugged on her arm, dragging her away from her crowd of a family.

“Oh, I’m definitely getting them together,” Luna mutters to herself.

Sticking side by side, you and Lynn sauntered closer to the so-called monster’s presence. Then, you finally saw it, their appearance expanding when they staggered close by. It looked like those cartoon robots on the kid’s channel, but you two only stepped closer to the unknown shadow, not even intimidated by it.

She emerges from the shadows, revealing it to be the cute blonde toddler. “Boo!” You smile sweetly as she walks towards you with a dopey grin and hands Lynn the missing doorknob.

“Up-up!” She cutely babbles, motioning to you with grabby hands that she wants to be held. Of course, you accepted the 5-year-old into your arms and ventured back to the others.

“Look at who we found!” You exclaimed, back in the presence of the large family. They all cheered in victory when they noticed the familiar toddler in your arms, all snuggled up into your neck and their chants rise when Lynn showed them the doorknob.

“Our family’s all together again.” Lynn Sr. rejoices and looks at Lily, “Lily, do you understand the magnitude of this moment?”

“Magnitude!” She praises, raising her arms in the air. Everyone laughs in amusement and Mr. Loud looks around, “Where is Lincoln?”

Eventually, Lynn Sr. fixed the doorknob and got everyone out of the dark basement. Walking past the clean kitchen, Lynn’s dad was impressed by the job well done.

“Glad someone actually did their chores.”

The family movie was finished and it was nearing nightfall, having your sleepover bag after Madison dropped it off earlier. After having a relaxed shower and changing into some rather comfortable pajamas, you and Lynn head downstairs for dinner.

You were seated in between Luna and Lynn while Leni and Luan were sitting directly in front of you.

“[Name], I hope you like lasagna or as I would like to call it my lynn-sagna.” Mr. Loud exaggerates with a smile.

“It’s one of my favorite dishes,”

“That’s great!”

The dinner was delicious, dare you even say, one of the best cooking that you’ve ever had.

Getting ready for bed by brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine, you were hogging up the bathroom for a good hour. Obviously, Lynn bunked you up with her and had also kicked Lucy out for the night.

The night was tranquil, enough to make the tension in Lynn’s bedroom awkward for the both of you. The brunette girl had allowed you to choose which side of the bed you would rather prefer, but your indecisive nature held you back.

Luckily, Lynn came up with a solution and offered to lay on the bed first. With your back against her chest, verified by her lingering desire to be closer to you. It was the right time for the opportunity but Lynn deeply hesitated. She needed to feel the innocent warmth that your body was willing to give to her.

“Good night, Lynn.” You softly yawn, feeling Lynn’s arms enfold around your waist as she pulls you closer into her. Who knew that Lynn was such a softie at heart?

She ponders on pushing the boundaries even further by digging her head into your neck for reassurance. You didn’t pull away from the position, finding it quite soothing to sleep in.

She shuffled, tickling you with her slight movements, and very faintly, she quickly leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Night, beautiful.”

#the really loud house #annaka fourneret #lynn loud #lynn loud x reader #lynn loud x fem!reader #lynn loud x black!reader #lynn loud jr #lynn loud jr x reader #lynn loud jr x fem!reader #lynn loud jr x black!reader

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Bad Day - Captain Joe Milius x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @shhoooketh @witches-unruly-heart @oureternalbond @greenies-green @thandesa91 @atomic-art-dragon @irishavengersassemble @factualfic @mydarkestsecretlol

Joe’s taking a run on the beach, trying to clear his head when he comes across you sitting in the sand, elbows resting on your knees as you gaze out at across the ocean. You’re wearing a black t-shirt with the words ‘Blood Thirsty Bookclub’ and denim cut off shorts. Your hair is loose, blowing in the breeze as you watch the waves crash against the shore. It’s the expression on your face that captures him, you look sad, and it jars something inside of him.

It's a private moment, one that he shouldn’t intrude on, but he does.

You don’t register his presence when he sits down next to you. It’s like you’re not even there, you’re just trapped in his reverie that haunts you. Joe knows a thing or two about ghosts, how they can haunt your steps, seep into your consciousness. He nudges your shoulder gently with his own, bringing your attention back to the present.

“Bad day?” He says quietly.

You nudge him back and he knows you’re with him again, on a beach in Hawaii instead of imprisoned in that darkness.

“Yea.” You say, your voice a little raw. “Today…”

You shake your head as you trail off.

“It was rough, really rough.”

Joe’s never seen you like this, so downtrodden, so upset. You’re normally the positive one, you manage to find an upside to everything but not tonight. He can tell this thing has clawed its way under your skin, that it’s bleeding into your psyche.

“You wanna talk about it?” Joe asks you, watching as you toy with the beaded bracelet on your wrist. “Contrary to popular belief I’m actually a great listener.”

“Yea.” You say softy, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “I’d like that.”

He takes you to dinner that night, to a place a couple of steps away run by a retired sailor friend of his. It’s low key and casual, somewhere no one looks twice at a guy in his running gear and a girl whose t-shirt proclaims her book club is bloodthirsty.

The two of you watch the sunset over burgers and a couple of IPAs from the Maui Brewing Company. He’s quiet while you talk, he senses you need the space to vent your thoughts, your feelings.

The case you’re working, it’s a brutal one. You’d been called out to the docks this morning because they’d found eight women chained together in a storage container including a dead sailor who had disappeared a month earlier. They’d starved to death, locked away in an overheated metal box with no one to hear their cries. It’s soul destroying, the stuff of nightmares.

The look in your eyes when you speak, he recognises it. You have a dogged determination when it comes to shit like this, it’s one of the things he admires about you. You’re a fierce and thorough investigator but you’re also compassionate, soft. He’s worked a handful of cases with you over past year and every time he sees how bright you shine, the difference you make to other people’s lives.

“They have you in their corner, fighting for them.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon yours. His thumb trails over the hollow of your wrist and he realises how intimate it feels. Before he can pull away, your fingers entwine with his. He raises his eyes to look at you and he sees something there, something he’s been feeling for a long time.

“I needed this tonight. Thank you.” You tell him, a small smile crossing your features.

It’s the first of the evening and it feels like it lights up his entire world as he sits there across from you in a bar on the beach.

For one night he isn’t a Captain and you’re not an NCIS Agent, he’s just a guy talking to the girl he likes, holding her hand.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

#captain joe milius #joe milius #joe milius x reader #joe milius x you #ncis hawaii

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ari-the-silly · 1 month ago

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I have an idea for a rtc AU

SO, i wanna write this some day, but i already am writting two things ("The chaotic sillies groupchat" a chatfic i made out of boredom and "And so I walk Alone And wonder why?" My other rtc au) BUTTTT ITS THEM ALL GETTING REVIVED IN DIFFERENT BODIES AND DIFFERENT PLACES AND THEM ALL MEETING IN HIGHSCHOOL SO

this is the characters, their names, nationalities, ages and things theyve kept from the og characters:

Melody Isabella Camila, 16, spanish, extremely controlling and a perfectionist, horrible family -Ocean

Dan Chaiyo Ngam, 15, thai, the appearance and sarcasm, a lot of the style and his passions/quirks (writting, singing, picking his nails) -Noel

Cleopatra Antonia Francisca Constance, 16, american-brazilian, the appearance, her vocal range, her personality(or more how i see constance) - Constance

Alex Ionuț, 15, romanian, "IN MY COUNTRY IS TRADITION TO DRINK ON BARTHDEI", he lives away from his mom- Misha

Iran Sujin, 15, korean, appearance (glasses, curly hair, tall-ish), weird sense of humour, saying anything without changing his expression at all -Ezra

Anastasia Penelope Magdalena, 14, half russian half canadian, neurotic, extremely high notes, still listens to pop bands (7UP type shit), still sings opera -Penny

Rafah Noah, mixt (A LOT, not even he knows what he is), 16, still disabled, he can speak but also uses ASL -Ricky

Ok so they all met in various ways:

- rafah (ricky) and sujin (ezra) met in elementary school

-sujin (ezra) and anastasia (penny) met also in elementary school, but another year

-cleo (constance), melody (ocean) and dan (noel) have been childhood friends and during the pandemic they were online friends

-alex (misha) and anastasia (penny) met at school when alex(misha) just transferred

-rafah (ricky) and anastasia (penny) met at their theatre club

-anastasia (penny) met dan(noel), cleo (constance) and melody (ocean) when she signed up for choir

-so did rafah (ricky) and sujin (ezra)

-alex (misha) joined the choir cause he was failing music class

They are all at an art school with a lot of like extracurriculars/clubs (choir, theatre, band, football, cheerleading, book)

So these are also their extra curriculars they are at:

-dan (noel) :choir

-melody (ocean) : choir, student council, occasionally theatre club

-cleo (constance) : choir, band (plays the flute)

-rafah (ricky) : choir, theatre

-anastasia (penny) :choir, theatre, occasionally band

-sujin (ezra) : choir, theatre

ANYWAYS IDK WHAT IS HAPPENIGN TO ME BUT THESE SILLIES WONT LWAVE ME ALONE

#rtc au #rtc #penny lamb #ocean rtc #noel rtc #constance rtc #ricky rtc #ezra lamb #misha rtc #Ari fixations #Ari goes yappa yappa yappa

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maggie-004 · 1 year ago

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 4

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After Jenna stays at y/n's apartment, they bond over music, and y/n offers to teach Jenna DJing. Later, Jenna surprises y/n by suggesting she join the cast of the upcoming movie as a set nurse and audition for a role, leading to a heartfelt moment of gratitude between them.

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“Uhm y/n, can you spare me some comfortable clothes? My suitcase is with my driver and I just got a message that he’s in Munich to get the rest of the cast tomorrow.” Jenna asked me. “Yeah sure, no problem, come with me” We got up from the couch in my living room an went into my room. I opened up my walk-in closet. “Feel free to chose whatever you’d like to wear” My closet is very basic, mostly consisting of Black and white. There are a handful of light blue, grey and beige pieces. “You have such a cool style, I love it. Oversized tomboy style, That’s literally my streetstyle I swear.” Jenna said. She took out my favorite shirt, it’s a beige shirt from the collection of RevedTV, Antonia, it has like a dark green angry cartoon computer as motive with the inscription `Tonis Computer club` and she took the matching black RVD (Reved’s brand) sweatpants. “those are literary two of my favorite pieces they are from my Best friends collection, Antonia, you remember, I told you earlier about her. She sent me literally everything out of her store five times, so my closet is mostly her brand” I explained laughing because I remembered when I got that huge ass package without knowing what is inside. “Oh she has her own brand? That’s so cool, so she’s like famous right?” Jenna asked me. “Well not famous like you, but like famous in all the German speaking countries. She is indeed the first female streamer in Germany who reached a million subs on twitch”, “Woah that’s really cool, are you on twitch aswell?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah but I’m not that active there, I have 900k subs but I only stream twice a week. Mostly I do late night sets with Toni.” I explained. “That’s so cool tell me your artist name I want to follow you”, “Okay my artist name is on all the platforms the same it’s DJ y/A/n. I know not very creative to put a DJ before it but well.” I said. “Oh wanna know something cool?” “First of all I don’t think it’s stupid, everyone knows by looking at your name that you’re a DJ and yeah sure tell me.” Jenna smiled. “I got booked for next Coachella festival next year, it’s my first live performance” I happily said. “Oh my got that’s so cool, I am there next year as well. I’ll be there with my sisters.” “Oh that’s so cool, so we’ll meet again. Amazing but hey do you wanna get changed and come to the balcony afterwards I’m heading out for a smoke. I suppose you don’t smoke right” I said suddenly feeling the need of a cigarette. “We are honest with each other, aren’t we.” Jenna asked. ”Yes of course, why”, “I do smoke sometimes, but this can’t get any attention by the press.” Jenna said all serious. “yeah no of course not, everything that happens here stays here, promised”. “All right thank you, well don’t you wanna change in more comfortable clothes, I don’t mind you staying here while I change, we’re both women”. “Yeah you’re right.” I grabbed some RVD sweat shorts and a black RVD shirt. When I took off my shirt I could swear I saw Jenna glancing over form the side of my eye. But again I could just imagined it. But I’ll be honest I took a few glances at her as well. I hope she didn’t noticed. When I was done changing I threw myself on the bed, not facing Jenna because I got red as a tomato. I can’t help it, she is fucking gorgeous, who wouldn’t have a slight crush on her?

-Jenna’s view-

I swear she was glancing over at me, but touché I guess. I sure glanced at her a few time myself. I can’t help it, this women is way to stunning. I hope I don’t fall to bad for her, because to be honest, I would lie if I’d say I don’t have a little crush on her. I finally was changed and laid down next to y/n. “So you’ll teach me a few DJing things later? You know I really love music, and Daft Punk, oh my god they have my heart.”, “Yeah sure if you’re still up for it, why not and I love Daft Punk as well they are just amazing.”

-y/n view-

That’s when Jenna’s phone rang. “Oh sorry I got to take this, It’s Tim Burton.” She explained. I gave her a thumbs up and went out to my balcony. On my way there I grabbed my headphones an blasted music on them. Well long story short, One cigarette turned into three, and Jenna taped me on the shoulder 20 minutes later. I know normal people would flinch if someone taps them on the shoulder, when you can’t hear them, but I’m not easy to scare. “Well hello there, you want one?” I asked her while holding out my pack. “Sure thanks” she said and light her cigarette. She sat down next to me and started to say “well I just had a talk with Tim, the director of Wednesday, and well, you can say no if you want to but I suggested to bring you with me to Romania in two weeks as a set nurse… and I also mention that you always wanted to be an actress. We still have an open spot for a role that matches your description like 99%, so if you want we could record a casting scene later. Because Tim said that it would be perfect. Of course only if you want to”. Wow what the hell is going on. “Oh my god, that.. would be amazing. The part as the nurse I would love to take, and I also would love to audition. Wow thank you Jenna. That’s amazing and perfect timing. I have my graduation next week. Thank you Oh my god. Wow. Honestly I don’t know what to say” I just hugged Jenna. My good karma is still on track. I’m so glad I helped her earlier. “thank you” I mumbled into her shoulder.

A/N: So another part, let’s see how this goes on. This isn't proof read yet. FYI English is not my first language. I still hope you like it. :)

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #actors #wednesday

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daylilifiedsundrewdrops · 3 months ago

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Tape Recording #1.

[ CLICK ] Hm... Ah, I didn't know tape recorders were this big... What was that thing they used to say? Testing, testing. 1, 2, 76... ... Good enough! Soo... I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?

[They clear their throat.] So, uh, Hi there, Mr. Tape Recorder! I'm Maricel Mylene V. Rosarinde. Or just Maricel. That should work too. The 'V' stands for Vallenza, in-case you were wondering. I'm a student at Avidenia Willow Institute. Grade-6 specifically. I've always seen my classmates have these like... personal diaries. But! I thought it was way cooler to have an audio diary. Like a podcast or something! Though, I've never actually listened to one, hm.... Anyway, since Tape Recordings can't consent, Let me tell you aaaaa---lllllll about my day and about events at scho- Oh- Shi- [Silence for a couple minutes... Now, it sounds like someone stood up and is now hitting their head onto a pillow.] [Never-mind, they're back on the chair.] ...Haha, sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder. Had a headache for a moment there. Anyway, as I was saying, All about my day and about events at my school. So, to start off! I was late to school today. Again. For the third time this week. But no worries, the teachers could really uh... care less this time around. So, all I got was a slap to the arm and I was good to go. Speaking of being late! I also conveniently forgot one of my journals I used for creative writing while I was rushing for class which suuuccckssss... but it's fine. Whatever. Anyways, so school itself was mostly uneventful. Except for during recess when Nathaniel accidentally spilled juice on Angel's uniform! It was actually funny how Angel got so mad at him. She had to change into the P.E uniform because of it. Luckily, she packed an extra grooming kit in her classroom. She unfortunately could not save her uniform from getting stains, however. [They're laughing through their words.] Anyway, sorry, sorry. So, on another note, the Book Club has organized this year's new readathon for those who wanted to sign up! Guess their campaign's succeeded cause nearly everyone in the school joined. Including me, of course. It started today, and oh-ho, I think all the books in the school library has been hoarded completely. I went there and it was absolutely deserted. Mr. Lauriette was still hangin' by his desk like he always did though. I read only one book today, '' The Second World '' by Sarah Eviernes. Club Leader, Carmelita, announced that the 3 winners of the readathon will have 3 unique, mystery prizes given to them. Neat! I hope it's going to be good like a cat or something. Aside from that, I heard there's a local art contest about to be opened near the school. And I am SO signing up for it once the organizers start looking into our school for volunteers. The theme this time is something 'Magical' and I'm sure I'll ace it completely! I mean, there's like a 5% chance of me actually winning but, ya' know, it's worth a shot just for that small, small chance that I would win! Plus, the prize is a sweet 5,000 PHP, and I want that money. Plus, runner-ups get 700 and people who participated but didn't win still get 100. So, the money's worth it. Now, on another, more... negative note. Another 5 students were reported missing. 2 From our school and 3 from Wilvewood High. It's strange, though. Luis and Andrea were there. They were always cautious and... y'know, stuff like that. So, I don't think they could've gotten kidnapped unless.... Hmmm. Anyway, this is getting waayyyyyyyy too not-so-positive for me! [Sounds of someone wrongly imitating a cough-sound.] Cough, cough... anyways. Let's end the tape recorder off with after-school. I walked home because my parents didn't wanna come get me and it wasn't that far. So, my mom was home early. Guess what! She uh.. cooked dinner for us. Sinigang. But no rice. It tasted salty without the rice, I didn't like it. Though, afterwards, I managed to sneak in my phone up here in my bedroom and of course, this tape-recorder! Which I am currently using right now to record... you know! [Silence.] Gee, I'm- Ow- going to end this off here, I'm having another headache, see ya tomorrow, Mr. Tape Recorder! End recordi- Damnit this is- killing my head- [CLICK]

#This was NOT Beta-read.#Tape-Recordings...#Writing thingie

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lycheesuwa · 1 year ago

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Sunrise Part 3: Inarizaki Intruder

Listen to: Cruel Summer (Taylor Swift: LOVER album) | I'm not Her (Julia Brennan)

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst] (angst, suggestions of nsfw)

Summary: You meet a certain restaurant owner...

This story is heavy Suna in the beginning (Osamu does not appear until chapter 3)

Featuring: Watanabe Natsuki, her brother Watanabe Tenji, and another girl~ (all OCs of mine)

link to part 2 | link to part 4

(2494 words)

You sleep with Suna several more times. For almost the rest of the month you'll go over to his place once or twice a week, or he'll go to yours. Natsuki hates it, and you know it, but she doesn't say anything. She asks you to go to bars with her and meet new people and takes you to a club once even though she hates dancing, because she wants you to get over Suna, even though she's made a point to never meet him.

“I have two tickets to see the EJP Raijin game against MSBY Black Jackal this weekend,” Natsuki places two tickets onto the table in the middle of your apartment. “If you want… we can go.”

“You got tickets? I thought they were sold out,” You recall something Suna mentioned at the bar before taking you home two nights before. The purple-blue hickey on your collar is still visible, although more faint, and your concealer is running thin. It’s only been three months, but his libido is high, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate his advances. Afterall, you’re going to make Suna real, and not an enigma. It doesn't matter if he told you he's not looking for a relationship, you know how these things turn out in movies and books.

“Yeah… Um, my brother is on EJP Raijin,” Natsuki sighs. “We have court-side seats.”

Your eyes widen. You knew that her brother played in high school; but to be a Japanese national athlete too? “Why didn't you tell me?!” you exclaim. “Natsuki, that's so cool! Your brother must be insanely good!”

“He's alright,” Natsuki blushes. “So will you join me?”

You and Natsuki wear yellow to show you're supporting EJP Raijin, and not whatever the other random team is. And you're stuck in a jersey that has the number 3 on it because she was too embarrassed to. Apparently it's her brother’s jersey and number. You'd rather it have a 9, but you're here to support her brother. Mostly.

On the side of the court you can see how tall the players are. They tower over you as you take your seat and jump even higher. And somehow, next to all of them, Suna looks on the shorter side. Even MSBY looks huge, their middle blockers several more centimeters taller than Suna. But he's strong, and they play hard, and Natsuki keeps screaming “Go Ji-nii-san!” until her words break because her voice is shot.

And they win in the end, and Natsuki pulls you aside to wait for the end of the game and when the team comes from the locker rooms she throws herself at the tallest guy and wraps her arms around his neck and he hugs her back.

“Hey, thanks for making it out here today, Imouto.”

So that's her brother. He's tall, and he's attractive in a model-worthy way; square jaw, strong brow, intense crystal blue eyes. And he's walking towards you and says in a voice that's almost too deep and seeps into your bones and rattles them just a little when he speaks, “thank ya fertaking care a’ ma sister. I heard so much about ‘cha, (Y/n).”

Not even your last name— your first.

“N- nice to meet you!” You somehow stutter out.

Your gaze falls on a certain brunette behind him, watching you with careful golden-green eyes. He turns his head slowly away, although his orbs track your line of sight as you nod to Tenji.

“Natsuki, we're going out fer drinks with tha’ old Inarizaki guys since Miya Atsumu is here,” Tenji says to his sister. “(Y/n) and ya should join us.”

You turn to your long time roommate, and friend. Natsuki wrinkles her nose. “I don't wanna drink with your team.”

“It's not the team, it's Inarizaki. C'mon, I'll be there and make sure nothing happens ta ya,” Tenji coaxes.

Natsuki turns to you. “D’ya wanna go?” she asks. She only spent like a minute talking to her brother and her Kansai dialect is back, even if only faintly.

“Sure,” you nod.

Tenji puts his arm around her shoulder before he turns to his team and waves at Suna to join the rest of you. He's standing with a guy with light chestnut colored hair, and the two walk over.

“Komori-kun is gonna join us,” Suna says. “He's gonna try and convince Kiyoomi-kun to join too.”

“Sweet. This is my kid sister, Natsuki, and her friend from uni, (Y/n)-san,” Tenji introduces you.

Suna smirks as he lifts his right hand in a peace sign. “Yo, (Y/n)-chan,” he stresses your first name like a taunt.

Your breath catches when he throws in a wink at the end. Curse his beautiful face for making you lose composure for a second. “M-my name is (Y/l/n), (Y/n),” you correct, bowing.

Tenji’s face flickers in annoyance at his sister introducing you by your first name. “C'mon, ya can meet ’Tsumu and his brother. Omi-kun too.” He leads you over to some of the members of MSBY who are exiting their own locker room.

At the front is a man with platinum blonde hair, and behind him a guy with wavy black hair and a face mask. The platinum haired guy looks to be in much brighter spirits with his hand in the air and a small smile on his face, although you can tell it’s forced. “Hey, Sunarin, Ten-ten,” he greets Suna and Tenji. “Good game ya played out there.”

“Thanks, ’Tsumu,” Suna says. You’re introduced to the guy with the mask but your attention is on the brunette behind you, trying to figure out what they’re talking about, but the ’Tsumu guy’s accent is too strong after talking to Tenji, and he’s speaking too fast, and he’s just a bit too far away to hear properly.

Tenji offers to drive you to the bar where he rents a private room and a boy and girl from Inarizaki who came to watch the EJP vs. MSBY game join you. The boy is a spitting image of the platinum blonde, except his hair is a natural shade of brown.

The girl is adorable. She’s the perfect height for her to wrap her arms around Suna’s neck so he has to pick her up, but her body is clearly that of an adult. Her hair is long and pulled back into a half rose bun, the rest of it curled in soft waves that fall down her back, although at the moment they’re streaming behind her as Suna spins her around in their embrace. She’s beautiful, and she keeps her arms around Suna’s neck as she congratulates him, finally landing a kiss on his cheek once he sets her down. If there’s anyone who radiates warmth and the sun more than her, you’re not sure you know them. Even her auburn-colored hair is streaked with natural highlights, reminding you of sunlight on japanese-maple leaves.

Suna’s face is bright red, and he stands to his full height as the girl finally lets go, and your attention is brought back to Natsuki and her brother. Tenji’s asking what you want to drink and you wave your hand towards the makeshift bar where ’Tsumu is rummaging through the bottles to pour people their desired poison of the night, a careless, “whatever you have.”

Whatever you have to distract me from Suna… Suna, who has his arm around that girl’s shoulders, so she’s forced to sit next to him on the farthest couch from you. Suna who gives her sly smiles and makes sure she’s not drinking too much as the night goes on, even after Natsuki and ’Tsumu leave to go to the bathroom, Natsuki to throw up, and ’Tsumu to do the same, most likely.

You’re sitting at the edge of your couch wondering how many times Suna’s gone to her place instead of yours. How many times he’s whispered the same filthy words into her hair as he takes her from behind, or how many times he’s filled her up with his cum. How many times he’s shown up to practice with scratch marks down his back from her, and you hate how long her legs are, and how nice her ass is, even while wearing modest pantsuit. How perfect she looks tucked up against Suna as she pulls her legs onto the long couch to lean into his side, and his arm goes from the back of the couch to wrap around her so his hand is draped languidly across her waist.

“Hey, ya went ta Kobe University? I went there too,” a voice snaps you out of your daze.

You’re staring at ’Tsumu’s brother, his hair a dark brown color, locks beginning to settle on his head normally than when they were plastered to his forehead from being stuffed under a hat that read ‘Miya’ on the front. “Um… yeah,” you say, “I went there. I just graduated, with her,” you nudge Natsuki’s arm where she's leaning against you.

“I did too. Big school— I was in business management,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows, and glance from him to Suna again. Suna's lips are in the girl’s hair, whispering, and she’s holding his free hand, fingers playing with the steel ring across his right index finger.

“Ma names Osamu, but ya should just call meh ’Samu,” Osamu offers, forcing you to look into his eyes again. They're a shade of blue that's so dark they almost look black. “S’easier than sayin’ ma full name.” His dialect is strong. If you didn’t have practice talking to Natsuki you would have gotten lost because he speaks quickly too.

“I’m (Y/n),” you say, distracted as Suna stands up and pulls the girl to her feet.

Osamu finally turns to Suna and the girl since it looks like they’re leaving.

Together.

Osamu stands and goes to clap Suna on the shoulder, pulls the girl in for a hug which she only sort of returns, and he says something stern to her. She nods, eyes almost shut, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. She shakes her head and then a sleepy smile falls on her face as she turns to Suna.

“Let’s go home, Rin,” she says.

Something starts to sink in your chest. She called him ‘Rin’ and there was no reaction. No warning slap, not a bat of their eyes, and even Osamu and ’Tsumu seem to take this like it’s a fact. Like she calls him that all of the time. Maybe it’s normal for her, but that’s something else that puts her apart from you. The girl pulls Suna forwards by the hand, and waves goodbye to the circle of people.

’Tsumu catches her at the door though, places his hands on her shoulders, and begins sobbing as he falls into her much smaller frame. “Don’t leave me, chiibi-chan,” he whines through his tears.

She pats his back and says, “Atsumu, let me go home. Rin’s driving me to the airport in the morning so we have to go now.”

“I’ll drive ya,” Atsumu protests. “Let me go with ya.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen the others here,” she says. “Just enjoy the night with Tenji-san and ’Samu. We’re going to dinner on Tuesday, anyway.”

“But I wanna spend tha’ night with you, Shiibi-chan.” His words are slurring as he collapses against her and Suna finally steps in to pull the faux-blonde off of the girl.

“You see her more since you live in Tokyo,” Suna rolls his eyes. “Give me the one night I get with her in the season.”

Your jaw locks as the sinking feeling falls through your stomach. It’s like quicksand pulling all of your guts lower and lower somehow, slowly through this pit in your stomach. Maybe this girl is even more than just another hook up. She’s something that Suna had to share at least, which makes her even more precious since she isn’t always there for him.

You’ve contemplated leaving Suna. Telling him to either commit to you, or give it up entirely, but that would reveal that you’d gone into the agreement with feelings, and that would make you a liar through the whole ordeal. There is also the chance that he just cuts you off, since he understood that you were just friends with benefits, and when said benefits got to be too much for you, he’d cut off the friendship.

Suna succeeds in dumping Atsumu onto the couch next to Osamu, and pulls the girl in by the waist, until she’s nestled under his arm with her hand on his chest. He nods at you briefly before lifting his hand towards Tenji. “See you tomorrow, captain,” he waves.

Tenji lets out a small smile, even though he’s not the captain. “See ya, Sunarin.”

Your hope leaves with Suna as his arm tightens around her waist and the door shuts.

The vodka in your glass burns more that night, but you welcome the sting in your throat as you talk to Osamu. Osamu who started his own business and only recently got an actual restaurant located in downtown Kobe. With an agreement to stop by some time when you can make the trip down to Hyōgo, you exchange numbers although it seems like he’s doing it out of kindness. Atsumu passes out on the couch next to him, and finally Osamu bites.

“Ya like Sunarin, dont’cha?”

You know there’s no point in denying it. But not wanting to admit it quite yet, you take a look around the room. Tenji’s talking to the guy with the mask, and their other friend is also snoozing but on the floor since the mask guy has his own little bubble around him. When your gaze falls on the stranger-now-friend before you, you nod. “I’ve known Suna-kun my whole life… I— I guess he’s my first love,” you admit.

Osamu chuckles. “Must be tough seeing ‘im with someone else, hmm?” he muses. “They’ve been close friends throughout highschool. Best friends, yanno? Never dated though, fer some reason.”

“Do you think they will?” you dare to ask.

Osamu shakes his head in a slow manner, but it seems genuine. “Nah,” he says reflectively. “Coz’f Sunarin wanted her that bad, he’d have at least kissed her by now. Hell, even I’ve kissed her, and who knows how far ma idiot brother’s pushed the boundaries.” His gaze falls to the sleeping blonde next to him. “But… Sunarin ain’t physical with ‘er like that. We all worry about ‘er, but he’s more protective. More like… A brother or somethin.”Is he… trying to cheer you up? Throw down a net into that hole and fish out the remaining pieces of your pining for Suna Rintarou? Regardless of why Osamu is comforting you, you smile at him, feeling light for the first time that night. “I appreciate hearing that,” you tell him.

part 4

#lychee.suwa #watanabe tenji #watanabe natsuki #suna rintarou #suna x reader #miya osamu #osamu x reader #msby black jackal #ejp raijin

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bastetwastaken · 2 years ago

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Okay, so for the prompts: I’ve been thinking recently it could be really fun to write a NSFW one-shot which plays entirely on a single train ride. One character comes up to the other (they don’t know each other) and goes “Ever had sex on a train?”

Could also work for airplanes, and it would just be “Hey, wanna join the mile high club with me?” or something?

Either way, if it sparks your imagination: this but monarch. I’ll let you pick who comes up to the other, and whether or not they’ll exchange contacts after :D ❤️

You, my friend, are a bad influence...but I love it.

This one got loooooooong, but I hope you enjoy it! This was very very fun to write and hopefully it's also fun to read and doesn't get me into too much trouble on here...

-----Explicit under the cut ----- Additional stuff you should be aware of: Semi(?)Public sex, top Yami, Atem has a little bit of an existential crisis but he's okay I promise.

He sighed as he boarded the same train he did every night after work, thankful that it was a little quieter than usual. He found himself a seat with extra legroom and where people were less likely to want to sit, not feeling like making idle conversation this evening.

Atem placed his bag on the seat next to him and relaxed, feeling the tiredness seeping into his bones from the work day. Thankfully it was Friday, it would be the weekend tomorrow and he could sleep.

The train doors closed and the seats facing him stayed blessedly empty. He pulled his book out of his bag and settled in for his long ride home.

When the train stopped at the next station he looked up briefly as some more passengers boarded. He was about to look back to his book when he saw someone much more interesting than the usual people in suits he saw on this train.

The mess of red hair on his head was the first thing Atem noticed, looking down as the man walked away from where he was sitting he saw a light red leather jacket, tight black jeans and heeled boots.

This guy was very much his type, the clothes, the coloured hair… the man turned around and took a seat in full view from where he was sitting… the face.

Oh, this man was gorgeous.

As the train moved off again he tried to focus on the words on the page but couldn’t help looking back toward where the handsome stranger was sitting. He just …wanted to look at him.

The first few times he looked up the man was looking down at his phone and Atem managed to not look up from his book again for a full five minutes.

He re-read the first sentence of the page he was on several times but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was looking at him. He glanced up, automatically looking in the direction of the handsome stranger and saw him look back down at his phone quickly.

Atem frowned and returned to his book. A few seconds later he felt that stare again and looked up faster, this time catching the eye for a moment before the other looked away.

He smiled to himself and looked back down at his book. His stomach filled with butterflies and he allowed himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he looked back up again.

This time the man was looking back at him, a small smile on his face. He didn't know what to do but he really wanted to do something…

The man looked away from him shyly for a moment and Atem couldn't help but smile as their eyes met again. His smile was returned along with a small wave.

Atem laughed quietly and waved back, the man laughed too then winked at him and Atem blushed, looking back down at his book with a huge smile on his face.

He wondered if he should get up and walk over there, speak to this man who had captured his attention.

The train slowed to a stop again and the man he’d been admiring from afar stood up, hanging his jacket over his arm and bag on his shoulder and Atem felt his heart drop into his stomach.

He was leaving, and he hadn’t asked him for his number or his name or even said a single word to him and now he wouldn’t have the chance.

The man was looking at him as he walked up the carriage though and he considered jumping up and asking him right then for some way to contact him…any way to contact him… but he didn’t.

Instead of stopping at the doors and getting off the train, the man continued walking down the carriage, toward where he was sitting and he wasn’t sure whether to look away or keep staring at this gorgeous stranger.

The man gave him a warm smile as he slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Atem and his heart was starting to beat faster, he took a deep breath and tried to return the smile in a natural way.

“I thought we’d both be able to get a better look at each other like this.” The man said, a confident edge to his voice which Atem would give anything to hear more of.

“Oh?” Atem laughed and tilted his head to the side curiously. “And what do you think now you’re here?”

The man hummed, leaning back in the seat and looking Atem up and down slowly, a smirk on his face.

“I think you look even more gorgeous close up.” The man said smoothly.

The soft smirk on his lips combined with the confident way the man spoke and the words themselves had him all but melting into the seat under him.

“A compliment coming from someone as lovely as you.” Atem said quietly.

The man laughed and stretched his legs out, letting them rest against the side of Atems' own.

“My name’s Yami.” The man told him. “What should I call you, other than beautiful?”

“Atem.” He said, “Although I wouldn’t mind you calling me beautiful at all as long as I get to compliment you in return.”

“I like you Atem.” Yami said with a smile, his legs moving to brush against Atems again. “Long train rides are usually boring, but this one is turning out to be quite interesting.”

He was thankful that he had managed to hold it together so well even when Yami was being so…attractive. He couldn’t quite believe that he was sitting there opposite him and calling him beautiful, warm leg pressed to his, giving him looks which only made him feel even hotter in the already stifling train carriage and work clothes.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He said, moving to brush his foot against the back of Yamis leg. He smiled when Yami laughed.

Yami was looking down at his body so casually again and he knew he was blushing. He shifted forward so he could slide off his jacket.

“I don’t often have that effect on people.” Yami said.

“I just thought you’d like a better view.” Atem shrugged as he folded his jacket over his bag. “Plus, it’s getting kind of hot in here.”

“It could be hotter.” Yami said quietly, biting his lip as he shifted again. Atem felt one of his boots brush against the back of his thigh and he laughed.

“I bet it could be.” He said.

Common sense made a brief appearance and he looked around the carriage, thankful to see it was empty and no one would have to bear witness to the way Yami was trying to turn him into a puddle.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered.” Yami’s voice was light and teasing. He looked back to him to find an amused smile on that gorgeous face, eyes full of mischief staring back at him. “I wonder how much more I could make you blush…”

He laughed breathlessly. It was so warm in that damn carriage now, he felt like his face was on fire, his chest felt the same and his heart had to be close to breaking his ribs.

Yami stood up, stretching his arms above his head and Atem appreciated the way the shirt he was wearing rode up over his stomach, and he wanted to touch him so badly.

“These seats are so uncomfortable.” Yami said as he arched his back, stretching a little more. Atem bit his lip to stop himself saying something too inappropriate.

The train slowed down suddenly and Yami fell forward toward him. Atem instinctively brought his hands up to catch him, they landed on Yami’s waist and the other man laughed as he looked down at him.

One of Yamis knees was on the seat next to him, his hands against Atems' shoulders and he was almost sitting in his lap. With a confident smirk Yami shifted to bring his other knee up onto the seat so he was now straddling Atems lap.

“Hmm,” Yami bit his lip as he moved his hands down Atems arms. “Not how I expected this to happen, but I’m not complaining.”

Atem laughed softly, looking back into those gorgeous eyes, their faces were so close together and he so badly wanted to lean a little closer, to kiss Yami.

“You expected this?” Atem teased.

He felt Yami grip his wrists, pushing his hands slowly down his body to his hips and then they slid back up his arms and came to rest against his face.

“Sooner or later.” Yami said, a confident smirk on those kissable lips.

Atem laughed again, sliding his hands around to Yamis back and daring to pull him closer. Yami responded by sitting fully in his lap, biting his lip as he moved closer. Atem met him halfway.

The kiss was desperate, and he hadn’t expected it to be that way at all, but it set his body on fire all the same. Yamis hands were in his hair, pulling harshly to force him further back against the seat he was occupying.

When Yami moved away Atem took a shaky breath, mind still reeling from the harsh kiss. His hands were gripping the back of Yamis shirt like a lifeline, an attempt to ground himself and hope his body got the message to calm down.

Yami smiled at him, brushing their lips together as he sighed softly, the hands in his hair tightened and tilted his head to the side.

“So.” Yami said quietly, his lips brushing lightly over the skin of his neck and coming to top against his ear. “Ever had sex on a train?”

Those words produced an audible gasp, he hadn’t expected that question, and really he had no idea if Yami was actually offering that or simply asking him a strange question.

“No.” He said, a breathless gasp leaving his lips as Yami placed soft kisses along his neck, his hands moving to the bottom of Yamis shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric to brush against hot skin.

“Wanna find out what it’s like?” Yami asked, grinding his hips down against his slowly.

He had to bite back a moan but he still pulled Yami closer, trying to form a response to that through the lust quickly clouding his mind.

“What…here?” He asked.

Yami laughed and moved his lips slowly down his neck, back toward his jaw where teeth playfully nipped at his skin.

“I was thinking the bathroom would be safer…” Yami said.

That made much more sense.

"Oh yeah." He laughed and then sighed when Yami slid off his lap and stood up, holding a hand out to him.

"Join me?" Yami asked playfully.

……..

Yami pressed him back against the door of the bathroom, their lips met in fast clumsy kisses but he didn’t care for finesse right now. He just wanted Yami closer.

He pulled at Yamis clothes, quickly tugging open his belt and starting on his pants. He’d never done this in his life, the most adventurous place he’d had sex was on a kitchen table, but this…

This was thrilling.

Atem felt dizzy with how quickly his body was reacting to this complete stranger, but he wanted more.

“I usually top.” Yami said between harsh kisses as he pulled Atems pants open.

“Fine by me.” He breathed out, hands finally finding their way inside Yamis pants. He pressed his palm against Yami’s hardening cock, pleased with himself when he earned a soft moan in response.

Yami met his movements with his own, deft fingers tugging open his belt and pants, wrapping loosely around his cock and forcing a moan from his lips. Atem didn’t know what words were anymore.

He was so lost in the feeling of Yamis lips on his and the hand on him that he didn’t fully register where they were anymore, that this was very much not an appropriate place for a quick fuck, but he also couldn’t find it in him to care.

Yami’s lips moved away from his, down to his neck, soft kisses and bites trailed down to the collar of his shirt which was pulled roughly out of the way for better access. He gasped as Yami stepped away from him, giving him a much needed moment to catch his breath.

The confident smirk was back on Yami’s face as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a bright red packet and holding it up in front of him.

“This is okay right?” Yami asked.

Atem nodded, thoughts racing through his mind and fueling the desperation he was already feeling. Yami raised an eyebrow at him, still not touching him and not moving closer like Atem wanted him to and he took another deep breath.

“Yes.” He whispered. Then Yami’s hands were on him again, turning him and pressing him back against the door, shoving his pants further out of the way and teasingly running over his ass.

He had no patience for this right now, and neither did Yami it seemed because before his brain could catch up with what was about to happen the first finger was pressing into him slowly.

“Is this…” Yami’s voice was soft beside his ear as another finger stretched him out and he sighed in irritation.

“Fuck, yes, keep going.” He gasped.

Yami moved his fingers faster and he moaned, letting his head fall against the door he was pressed against.

“Yami.” He gasped, moving his hips back to meet each thrust of Yamis fingers into him. He was sure he’d never been this turned on, this desperate but he loved it.

Atem moaned when Yamis fingers were removed and replaced with his cock quickly. When Yami pressed inside him it took his breath away for a moment. His brain was struggling to catch up with what was happening and all he could do was try to keep himself standing.

Luckily Yami was there to help, a firm grip on his hips helped keep him upright. This was so much different to what he was used to.

"Atem." Yami breathed out his name against the skin of his neck as he pressed closer, his chest against Atems back, no space left between them. "Are you-"

"Don't you dare ask if I'm okay. Move…just…" He paused, a short desperate moan leaving his lips when Yami pressed his hips impossibly closer. "Fuck me."

Yami laughed breathlessly and did exactly as he asked. The hands on his hips held him tight, pushing and pulling to meet each hard thrust and Atem was happy to let him control the pace.

Each time Yamis hips snapped into him a moan was forced from his throat and if he could think clearly maybe he'd care to try and be quiet, but he wasn't thinking clearly at all.

Neither was Yami.

They both moaned with each thrust, gasps filled the space in between and it was so hot in that small space Atem felt sweat against his back where Yamis warm chest was pressed tight against him.

This was so far from romantic, it was dirty, rough and quick but it made him feel so much more than any other encounter had.

"Fuck, Atem, I'm-" Yami moaned loudly, his hands tightening even more on Atems hips.

He was so close, but his arms were trapped between his chest and the door and he didn't want Yami to stop, didn't want to change the angle to move.

"I can't…" He said, moaning as Yami thrust into him harder. "I need…"

Words weren't his friend at the moment so he just had to hope Yami knew what he meant. Thankfully he did.

A hand released his hip and slid around to his front, wrapping around his cock and stroking quickly and that was everything he needed to push him over the edge he'd been hanging on.

"Yami-" He gasped, pressing his hips back against Yami's, his body arching toward him as he came.

He barely had time to gather himself again before Yami was back to tightly holding his hips, driving into him hard and fast.

Atem breathed out a moan when Yami wrapped his arms around his chest, pulling him closer as he pressed impossibly deeper and moaned Atems name against his ear.

His body shook against Yamis as the other tensed against him, gasping out his name breathlessly and fuck he wanted to hear that more often.

Preferably on a bed next time where his arms wouldn't ache from being trapped against an unforgiving surface and the surroundings didn't smell like artificial flowers and bleach.

Next time.

He took a breath and tried to talk some sense into himself. Yamis hands slowly sliding up his chest distracted him though and he sighed happily.

Soft kisses were placed to the side of his neck and jaw, he closed his eyes and laughed softly.

Yami moved away from him after another moment of stillness and despite himself Atem missed him.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his pants back up, turning to Yami who was doing the same.

"What do you think then?" He asked with a smile.

"Of sex on a train or sex with you?" Yami smirked at him, smoothing his shirt back out.

"Surprise me." He laughed as he tucked his shirt back into his pants.

Yami smiled at him then stepped closer, a gentle hand against his cheek. Atem held his breath for a moment then sighed happily when Yami pressed their lips together.

The softness of this kiss was such a sharp contrast to those they'd shared before that it left him breathless.

"Best I've ever had." Yami said quietly as he moved away.

Atem wasn’t sure he knew how to respond to that, so he just laughed, grinning like an idiot before Yami reached past him to open the door and they had to walk back to their seats. At least the train was quiet and no one saw them enter or leave the bathroom together.

He fell back into his seat heavily, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. For some reason he assumed Yami would sit opposite him again but he was pleasantly surprised when he took the seat next to him instead.

He felt ready to explode with happiness when Yami leaned against his side, hugging his arm and settling against him. He was in new territory here… did they talk? Pretend that had never happened? Exchange numbers?

He had no idea. His stop was next though and although they had a few minutes before the train would reach it, he felt like everything was about to end too soon. Maybe this was all just some strange dream and he’d wake up in his bed in his apartment alone as always.

The train slowed again and he sighed sadly, nudging Yami away from him reluctantly.

“This is my stop.” He said by way of explanation. Yami looked out of the window and laughed.

“It’s mine too actually.” Yami told him as he stood up and grabbed his things.

Atem smiled, maybe he still had a chance to ask Yami for his number, to say something to him and make everything make sense…but how?

He followed Yami off the train, they walked up the stairs together and out of the exit and then they both just…stopped.

“Um-”

“I-”

They both spoke at the same time and then laughed. Yami shook his head. “You first.” He said.

“Oh…well I was wondering, if you live around here too…would you like to get coffee sometime?” Atem asked awkwardly, convinced Yami was going to tell him he was being stupid and that what happened on the train was just that and nothing more.

Instead though, Yami smiled at him, stepped forward and leaned into him. A soft kiss was placed on his cheek and Yami stepped back.

“I’d love to.” He said.

#monarchshipping #atem #yami #fanfic #i'm sorry okay #i tried

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