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hazbmymhotel · 6 months ago

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Chapter 11) Zip, Zip

“So, Angie, I'm actually royally pissed!” Cherri Bomb opened the top of her latte to dump in a coffee liquor. “You always said if you ever got married, I'd be there!”

“He was bleedin’ all over the place, was I supposed to call you?” Angel leaned back, sipping his own cappuccino.

“Uh! Yes!!” Cherri recapped her drink. “Especially since it's this guy!!”

Husk looked up, a madeleine in his teeth.

“I thought you were just gonna fuck him.”

“He's old fashioned,” Angel lied. “Plus I've never been married before. I figured it'd be fun!” He grabbed Husk's chin and leaned down, biting off the other half of the cookie.

Cherri laughed into her hand and shook her head. “He's ancient.”

“We're the same age,” Angel argued, swallowing his mouth full. “I've just been in hell longer!”

“I'm also sitting right here,” Husk informed her.

“You look rough,” Cherri told him directly. “Like, not only the shit Angie’s insane brother did!” Angel winced quietly as she went on. “But you look like a rug!”

“Brutal,” Husk sighed, sipping his breve.

Angel jumped to his defense, “Husker isn't sleepin’ well!”

“Oh!!” Cherri was more interested now! “Are you two knocking boots all night?” She squealed as Husk’s blush showed through his fur. “Ang. Is he good?”

“So good!” Angel gushed. “I'm gettin’ spoiled, it's gonna ruin me.”

Cherri lowered her voice and leaned in. “So are you seriously quitting porn? Word is that Valentino is losing his fucking mind.”

“How'd you find out?!” Angel asked in surprise. “It was that sketchy director wasn't it?”

“Travis,” Husk bristled.

“Seriously? That's what you know about my videos?” Angel looked at him flatly. “My foot-obsessed-director?”

“He's a piece of shit!” Husk answered.

Cherri snorted. “The old pussy cat's right, though. It was totally Travis. He's whining about it online!” She showed Angel her phone. “But how'd you pull that off??”

“Through marriage. It's complicated, Cherri, I kinda wanted a break from explainin’ all my bullshit…It's been a long day with Nickie and other fuckin’ garbage.” Angel sighed and crossed his second set of arms. “Plus Husker isn't allowed to sleep anymore, so that's gonna be a whole thing.”

“I bet I can still sleep,” Husker said with a huff. “It's probably an overreaction.”

Now Cherri was even more confused. “... Because of all the fucking?”

“No, because he got all wrecked up by Nickie! See! I didn't wanna talk about it!!”

“You brought it up, Baby,” Husk said, but wrapped his tail around Angel’s leg. “But it's probably just PTSD or some shit.”

“Does PTSD make people scared of zippers? It don't make no sense,” Angel crossed his arms tighter.

“I mean, PTSD made me scared of egg salad for a good few years,” Vaggie swirled her cup around. “But what did zippers do?”

“It's a man covered in zippers. I think they're his skin,” Husk answered with a shudder.

“Oh, hot though,” Cherri grinned, “How many dicks do you think he's hiding?”

“Fourteen,” said Angel, “but he ate them all.”

Husk shuddered again, fluffing his wing nervously. “Not every time I fall asleep is a nightmare.”

“Do you think Vaggie might be full of shit?” Angel asked. “Over exaggeratin’ a bad dream?”

“They're just fuckin’ dreams,” Cherri agreed.

Husk nodded. “...But maybe I should stay awake until we figure it out.”

Angel sipped his cappuccino and considered. “Yeah, you've been sleepin' like 14 hours a day since your contract with Alastor broke, Husk, you sure about that?”

“Well he's a cat!” Cherri laughed. “What's he supposed to do?”

“To be fair, I was on morphine for like 5 of those days…” Husk tightened his tail around Angel’s leg.

“Do you got any left?” Cherri asked hopefully. “I'll trade you for some uppers. These little babies will keep you awake!” She pulled some pills from her pocket. “Angel, you want some?”

“Mmmmnnnnah, I'm actually handlin' sobriety pretty well today! I haven't even drank since yesterday.”

“Fuck. Married life is making you lame!” Cherri looked at Husk. “But how about you, Kitty?”

Husk considered. “I'm probably fine…” he took another sip, but stopped to yawwwn. He finished with a blep, his little tongue hanging out.

“You're so eepy seepy,” Angel stamped his feet as he squealed.

“You're such a furry, Angel,” Cherri said, even though she was equally charmed. “But seriously, you look like you're about to konk out, old man.”

Husk sighed heavily. He looked at Angel Dust, and then at Cherri’s hands. “What is it?”

“A bunch of good shit!”

“I got morphine back at the hotel…take it if you want it…is this gonna fuck me up?” Husk reluctantly held out his paw, letting her drop several multicolored capsules into it.

“Oh, yes it is!” Cherri shouted excitedly.

Angel tried not to look concerned. “I mean, you think he can handle all that, Cher?”

Cherri waved her hand at him. “Pshaw, he's old enough to be my great grandpa. Right, Huskee, you can handle it.”

“You can seriously just call me Husk,” he told her firmly. “But if it'll keep me awake…” Husk swallowed them with a mouthful of his drink. “It's not like it'll kill me.”

“Sure, right,” Angel said, tossing his coffee cup into a trash bin. “Are you two fuckers ready to go out then? We'll wanna be somewhere loud when those kick in…Husker, you're probably gonna wanna dance.”

“Oh?” Husk hopped to his feet, catching himself from falling with his cane. “I'll definitely take up less space on the dance floor now–Baby, you don't have to look so sad every time I bring up my wings.”

Angel covered his mouth and looked away slightly. “I'm not.”

“Oh my God, Angie, you're becoming a tittering mom to this old dude. You sure you don't want a pick-me-up? Maybe a little coke??” Cherri checked her purse.

“Cherri, for fuck's sake, I'm not doin’ it no more, so stop askin’!” Angel grit his teeth.

“Sorry, sorry, fuck! I'm not used to you bein’ all responsible.” Cherri sucked her teeth and stood up. “Are you still drinking at all? Or are you completely boring now.”

Angel scoffed and reached out for Husk's empty cup, tossing it away for him before storming outside. “I think I need a drink to deal with this today.” He rubbed between his eyes.

Husk watched him stand outside of the coffee shop, ears back.

“What the fuck is his problem?!” Cherri directed herself at Husk.

“Coming down is hard,” Husk said simply, “he's been without for almost two weeks…it's a hard hump to get over.”

“Could you go give him a hard fucking hump so we can get on with our day?!”

“Sex won't solve withdrawals, sweetheart,” Husk felt a prickling in the back of his head. “Just give us a minute.” He walked himself outside, lightly touching one of Angel’s arms.

“Hey,” Husk said, voice soft and gentle.

Angel frowned before turning his hand, reaching to hold Husk’s. “...hey.”

“Do you want to ditch her?” Husk kissed his fingers.

Angel laughed a little before frowning again. “No…getting off this shit is hard, Whiskers.”

“I know.” Husk rubbed his cheek against the back of Angel’s hand. “We could go home.”

“Charlie will harass me into doin’ somethin’ today…I don't think so.” He squeezed Husk's hand. “Can we go to a club? I wanna see you dance like an idiot on drugs.”

“I get the feeling I'll be doing that anywhere we go,” Husk said, kissing up his arm.

Angel giggled and swatted him off. “Okay, okay, let's go.” He turned and waved at Cherri to come outside. “Stop fuckin' offering me drugs today, bitch.”

“Fiiiine,” Cherri hugged Angel’s arms on his other side. “I just wanna show you a good time, you know that!”

Angel sighed. “Yea. I know. But not today. Today I wanna remember my husband lookin’ stupid.”

“Then let's gooo!!” Cherri said, tugging them forward with her. “We're actually early enough to catch some of the fuckin' drink deals today!!”

In spite of the bright red daylight outside, the club was dark and only lit up with cool, flashing colors. The music was thumping out enough to make Husk's wing twitch each time. He couldn't make out the words, but it didn't matter!

Instead, it felt good. Husk's brain had started to itch, and the music was scratching in a satisfying beat. He heard Angel laugh, which made him feel warm. Cherri yelled something about his footwork.

Husk was pretty sure at some point he'd gotten his hands on a trumpet, and he jammed out to the music while the crowd howled in excitement. It reminded him of a time he was high out of his mind in a club in Chicago back in the early 40’s.

Husk was barely focused on what was coming out of his mouth. He knew he was sat between Cherri and Angel Dust. He couldn't keep his hands off of Angel’s legs. “You're gorgeous,” he said over and over.

“Enough about that! I wanna know about Chicago!!” Cherri demanded.

“Oh, fuck, I was 12 years into a dead marriage, and I was just craving something different and wild! I hadn't done magic in ages, and I completely crashed my own stage!!” Husk realized there was a drink in his hand, so he gulped it down. “I was so fuckin’ embarrassed, but when I was having a drink after, I got to playing. Some asshole handed me a saxophone, and I fucking love blowing horns.”

“I fuckin' bet you do!” Cherri squealed.

Angel was enraptured, hanging on every word.

“And this little twink comes up to me, he's in the tightest fucking outfit I've ever seen,” Husk was offered a cigarette, so he took it. “And he's hanging all over me, saying how much he loved jazz. He asked if I had jungle fever!” Husk laughed noisily.

Angel looked horrified, but it seemed more internal than anything else.

“Baby, you good?” Husk asked, but Angel leaned over and kissed his face.

“Tell your story, sugar.”

Husk took a long drag on his cigarette, trying to focus again. “It was my first time with a guy, and he knew what he was doing! He fingered himself in front of me and sucked my cock like a champion.” He tapped the ashes into a tray Cherri offered. “When it got down to it, I think I fucked him half the night! I can't believe how long I could throw this kid around.”

Angel fanned himself, looking pleased and embarrassed.

“And I thought, well shit, how did I waste so much time on just women!?” Husk found his hand rubbing up the inside of Angel’s thigh, so he squeezed. “Men are so fucking hot!”

“Yea, that's SO true!” Cherri took a shot.

“Didja ever get his name?” Angel asked, gripping Husk's wrist.

“I can't remember, I was so fucked up! And I had another engagement in Indianapolis the next day, so I had to dip before he was even awake.”

“But you left a queen of hearts on the dresser with a ‘thanks for the lay,’ note on it,” Angel provided.

“Yeah, I–” Husk's ears perked. “Did I already tell this story?” He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.

“No!” Angel laughed nervously, holding his head. “No fuckin’ way, Husk!”

Husk stared at him in confusion, the drugs seeping into his brain. “Do you wanna dance, beautiful?”

Angel laughed harder, covering his face. He nodded dumbly and let Husk drag him onto the floor.

“Those two,” Cherri rolled her eye, grinning.

Husk was sure Angel was having fun, hearing him shout eagerly as they danced. He registered Cherri joining them again!

“I'm gonna go get us some fresh drinks!” Angel shouted. “Keep an eye on Husker!”

“We're fine!” Cherri yelled back, turning to grind on some massive wolf.

Husk was enjoying how the music made him sway…until he stepped forward onto concrete. He grabbed for the cane hanging on his arm, and it wasn't there. Lights flickered between green and yellow, the crowd disappearing and reappearing with each flash.

“Oh shit,” Husk stumbled back, grunting as he hit a mass.

“Watch it!” A nondescript voice shouted.

Husk stared straight ahead as he saw it. The music faded away, replaced with the sounds as it began to approach.

Zzt…Zzt…Zzt…

He could see it closer than ever. Its face zipped up and down as it walked, revealing a large red orb hidden in inky blackness. Husk turned and bolted, abandoning his cane on the dance floor as he left on all fours.

Angel Dust laughed and shimmied his way across the dance floor. He saw Cherri’s hair and made his way over. “Got you a cocktail, toots!” He looked around, frowning in confusion.

“Uh, Cherri?!”

“Yes, bitch?! Want me to pay you?!”

“No! Where’s Husk?!”

“Huh!?!” She stopped dancing to hold her ear towards him.

“Where is my Husband?!?!” Angel stepped back to find him, stumbling. “Oh, shit,” he bent down to grab his cane. Another demon grabbed his hips as he did, grinding into Angel’s ass. He turned and smashed his drink into his head, “do you fuckin’ mind?!"

“Jesus Fucking Christ!!” The demon shouted, holding his face as he sprayed blood over the spider.

Angel shoved him back and started searching at knee level, looking for a hint of Husk anywhere.

“Oh for fuck's sake, he's fine!” Cherri stepped over the writhing demon to chase after him. “You're worrying too much!”

“He hasn't done anything hard since he was alive over forty fuckin’ years ago, Cher!” Angel shoved through a group, seeing a flicker of red outside.

Husker fell back onto his ass, kicking into the floor as he tried to find his footing again. He grunted as he hit a wall, dizzy from how fast his heart was racing. He clutched his chest, sure he was going to have a heart attack like the one that killed him.

It leaned down, wrapping it's lanky fingers around Husk's ankles.

“There you are!” Angel said in relief. However, Husker looked worse for wear. He was having a full blown panic attack on the sidewalk, shoved against the wall of the club. “Way to go, Cherri,” he yelled at her before moving to kneel next to him. “Husker? Can ya hear me?”

Husk's ears twitched and he opened his mouth, only to scream as he was dragged by his leg into the road.

“Can he normally run on his back?!” Cherri was actually alarmed now.

“Uh, No!” Angel was tired of her attitude today! He grabbed for Husk’s hands and pulled him back–

Husk watched in utter terror as the Zippered man buried a hand into the tuft of his chest.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT

“JESUS FUCK!” Cherri leapt back as there was a fountain of blood erupting from Husk’s chest.

Angel stared. Time slowed down…it was becoming easier to trust his hands to do what they needed. He shoved at the empty space above Husk, finding they collided with mass.

“Ah, ah, Angel?” Husk stared at the red sky above them. “It's raining?” Blood rained on his face in fat droplets, warm and comforting.

“Cherri, come make yourself useful, Fuck!” Angel demanded, directing her to hold his chest closed.

“Did he just fucking unzip his own body?!” Cherri was too high for this!

“Just hold it!!” Angel gripped at his own fur, letting out a grunt as he yanked out a long string. He bit it off with his teeth.

“Angel! What the fuck is going on?!” Cherri was definitely too high. “What the fuck are you gonna do with Yarn?!”

Angel ignored her and pressed it against Husk's chest, feeling stupid, but trusting his gut. Like a sewing machine, the string worked itself into Husk’s skin in a stitch.

“Oh, Fuck!” Husk yelled, closing his eyes tight.

Cherri sat back, letting out a breath. “Angie. Seriously.”

Angel clutched Husk into his lap, staring at the empty space in the road. For a brief moment, he'd seen it. “Fuckin' hell, Cherri.”

Cherri took a moment, pushing her bangs out of her face with a bloody hand. “...Sorry, Ang. I fucked up.”

Angel leaned down, pressing his face between Husk’s ears.

“Is it gone?” Husk asked, finally daring to look up again. “Did the rain stop?”

Angel breathed out shakily. “We're goin’ home.”

“Let me…let me call you a cab,” Cherri said. “It's the least I can do.”

“I fuckin’ got it,” Angel said sourly, pulling out his phone.

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asirensrage · 2 months ago

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Saudade - chapter 11

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: My supervisor wants me to join audible now because she's listened to me read this aloud in the staff room to my friend as I edit it. 😂 I hope you guys enjoy it. It's a little bit of a filler chapter before the action picks up again in the next chapter, but it's also necessary to show these relationships building. Especially the sibling bond between Takara and Takemichi. Let me know what you think. Thanks and enjoy!

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Takara loves being on a motorcycle. It’s the thrill of the speed and how close you get to the ground in a sharp turn. She holds Mikey tightly, feeling confident in the way he’s in control of the machine. She presses her forehead against his back and tries to breathe, to remind herself that she made the right choice.

He finally stops and Takara looks up to see where he’s brought her. They’re on the waterfront in an area she doesn’t recognize. He parks the bike and gets off before turning to help her get down. She takes his hand and climbs off, letting go once she does before following him to the wall that blocks off the edge of the ocean.

Takara hops up on the wall and turns to face the water. She feels Mikey leave but he doesn’t say anything so she just waits. If he wanted her company, he’d say something. At least, she figured he would unless he brought her out here to leave her to find her own way home as punishment.

After a few minutes, in which Takara makes a mental note to get to a beach once it's warmer and swim again, he comes back. Mikey climbs up next to her and faces the ocean, not saying a word. He does, however, hand her something. She takes it, noting that it’s warm, and unwraps it enough to realize it’s Taiyaki.

“Thanks,” she says before taking a bite. The red bean paste isn’t really sweet, but it’s good and it’s warm and delicious. They sit in silence for a long moment before he finally speaks.

“Why’d you attack Taiju?”

Takara takes another bite and thinks about her answer. “I was angry.” She chews a little more before she swallows. “I went to a rink earlier that day to skate and clear my head and the Haitainis found me. I didn’t even know I was in their area ‘til they showed up.” She looks over at him. “I wasn’t lying. They didn’t ask me about your gang. They wanted to know about me. Ran flirted but that’s it. He stopped when I asked. They walked me to the subway and fucking Hanma showed up out of nowhere, saying he was there to pick up something that belonged to him.” She scrunches up her face at that. “I left them there and got on the train, heading home where I found Take beat to shit. It was the final straw of my day and I just…snapped, I guess. I grabbed my skates and the bat and just…went looking.” She eats the last bit of the Taiyaki she’s holding.

Mikey hums slightly. “Want me to deal with Hanma?”

“I can deal with him,” she waves the offer off. “Are you…upset I chose not to join Toman?”

He's silent for a moment, chewing on his own treat before he answers. “No. You made your choice but it won't stop your affiliation with us. You'll always be connected because Takemitchy is.”

“Yeah,” she sighs and leans back on her hands, staring out at the water. “I know.”

“You wanted to protect your brother. There's nothing I understand more. Just…be careful, Takara. Other gangs aren't like Toman. And if you need help, ask.” He looks at her this time. “I'll still look out for you. We all will.”

She smiles at him softly. It's easy to understand why so many people want to follow him in moments like these. “Thanks, Mikey.”

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Takemichi is waiting for her when she gets home. Their parents are actually home but don’t acknowledge her greeting when she walks in the door. Takemichi frowns, looking back at them in confusion.

“Welcome home,” he greets when there’s silence from the other occupants. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah,” Takara nods. “Wanna walk?”

He shoves his hands into his pockets and nods. “Yeah, sure.”

She doesn’t say goodbye to their parents, but Takemichi does and they give them more of a send-off than she’d get if it was just her. It stings every time she notices it but Takemichi usually doesn’t. At least not the stupid teen boy he usually is when his future self isn’t here.

“They…are they always like this?”

Takara shrugs. “I think…they can tell I don’t belong.”

He stops and turns to her, looking angry for the first time she’s ever seen him. “Don’t say that! Of course, you belong! You’re my sister!” he says it with such conviction that Takara can only feel a rush of affection for him. It’s moments like these that she doesn’t regret anything she’s done or planned.

She reaches out and ruffles his hair, laughing as he pulls away with a protest. “You’re such a sap,” she teases.

“You’re ruining my hair!”

“I’m the one who bleached it for you! I can ruin it if I want.” She chases after him slightly, laughing as he runs from her.

“You’re just jealous!”

“Of your fried hair?!”

“Because I have style!”

“Yeah, the style of a fashion reject!”

“Says the girl who only dresses in boy’s clothes!”

“They’re comfy!”

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Takemichi leads them to a playground and the two of them fall silent as they each pick a swing. She has memories of teaching her brother how to swing high enough to rattle the chains and pretend to reach for the clouds…and they merge with two older brothers teaching her how to do the same. It’s faded, as if the reel has been played so many times it’s starting to fall apart. She wonders what that means for her…and why it doesn’t seem to alarm her more.

“Takara…what’s going on? What was all that earlier?”

She sighs before swinging back and forth slightly. “What part?”

“All of it! What was the choice you made? Why did you have to make it? Who are the Haitanis and what the hell was going on with Hanma? Where did Mikey take you?!”

“Breathe, Take,” she says, trying to keep her voice light. “Calm down.”

“How can I be calm!? You want me to tell you everything but I don’t even know what the fuck’s going on with you? Why was Hanma so upset?”

“Fuck if I know,” she shrugs. “That asshole seems to think he has some kind of claim on me. When I was with Ran and Rindou, the Haitanis, he showed up as they walked me to the station and basically said he was picking something up that belonged to him. Called me his girl.” She pretends to retch at that. “He’s probably pissed I ditched him and wouldn’t go with him in front of Ran and Rindou.”

“...the Haitanis…are gang leaders, right?”

“I don’t know. I think so? They run Roppongi. Told me they didn’t need a gang. They did it all by themselves.”

“How do you know them?”

She swings back and drags her feet on the ground, watching the marks she makes instead of looking at the concerned face of her brother. “You remember the junkyard? The fight that killed Baji?”

“...yeah.”

She nods. “When I showed up there, I saw them sitting. They looked mostly safe, and at least emptier than some of the other spots filled with guys. I asked them if I could sit down and they tried to warn me off. I told them I was there to make sure you didn’t do something stupid and when Baji first got stabbed, I called the cops and told them to run…a thanks for the protection.” Takara shrugs. “Apparently I intrigued them. I swear I was only skating but they heard I was around and came out to see me. They really did just want to talk. Well, Ran flirted.”

Takemichi’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Gross!”

She grins. “Face it, brother. Your sister is super cute and all the guys want her.”

“Yeah, all the criminals!”

“Win some, lose some,” she says, just because she knows it’ll irritate him.

“Takara!”

“What?” she grins. “Relax, Take. I’m not planning on dating any of them.” That’s a lie. “As for the choice…that had to do with me threatening the leader who fucked you up.” She motions to his face. The two of them were peas in a pod with how bruised and battered they both were. “There…there are rules to things like that because he attacked a captain of another gang. Toman was obligated to respond in some way, but because of my actions, I kind of forced their hand. I’m known to be connected to Toman because of you and because of the way everyone saw me try to save Baji. If Toman claimed that I was a part of the gang and retaliated on their behalf, they’d take responsibility for essentially starting a war between the two gangs. I’d have to officially join Toman in some fashion…where I’d be protected from other gangs…but I’d be in a position where I’d have to take orders. Or I could remain unaffiliated, Toman would claim they had nothing to do with it but retaliation would be served and the two gangs could go back to ignoring each other. I would be free from the restraints that joining Toman would put me in…but there’s no protection. I’m essentially labelling myself as free game.”

“What the fuck?!” Takemichi stands and turns to look at her, forcing her to stop swinging. “Why would you choose that? Why wouldn’t you let us protect you?”

“You’re not thinking,” she snaps. “Joining your stupid fucking gang would protect me, but it’d put me in a position where I’d have to take orders! It might be Mikey giving them, or it might be someone else like Kisaki. You think I want to be under his thumb? Or closer to his stupid obvious right-hand man Hanma? It’s bad enough I have that asshole fucking tracking somehow. I need freedom. I need to be able to act how I think is right because if I have to kill someone to protect you, I will.”

He stares at her in shock. “Takara…”

“I mean it,” she says, looking up at him. “You’re the only thing I actually have in this world. You’re giving everything to try to save Hina, to save everyone, why can’t I do the same?”

“Because!”

“Why? Because I’m a girl?” she asks, daring him to answer.

“Because you’re my sister! I don’t want you hurt!”

“..oh.” she looks up at him, finally registering the way he’s crying in fear over her, over what can happen to her. Takemichi drops to his knees in front of her.

“You weren’t here. You don’t know. There was a gang before, Mobius. They were…they were manipulated by Kisaki, but they attacked Pah-chin’s friend and his girlfriend. They raped her, Takara. I saw her in the hospital. She had tubes to fucking breathe! So forgive me for not wanting anything to happen to you!” He leans forward, resting his forehead on her knees as he cries.

She feels like shit. She’s so used to people thinking she can’t do anything because she’s a girl, because her brothers can do it better, that it’s always the automatic assumption. She sighs, running a hand through his hair like she did when they were kids. “I’m sorry. I just…I couldn’t accept it. I have to try, Take. I have to be able to…to react how I want. I know you don’t like it, but I’ll be fine. Honestly, if I can take down that fucking giant with a bat, or my other fucking stalker with a hockey stick, I think I’ll be able to handle whatever comes. I know the rule: run like hell.”

He looks up at her, face running with tears and snot. “Just promise–promise to get help! Come back to us if you need it!”

“I promise,” she says, smiling softly. The lie sits like lead in her stomach.

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xreaderbooks · 1 year ago

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The Shadows of Our Love |11|

Chapter 11 | In the Shadow of Duels

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Sebastian are on speaking terms, finally, but at what cost?

Warnings: language, violence

Word Count: 3k

Links: Wattpad - AO3 - Playlist

Chapter 10 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 12

“You seriously believe your parents are behind this?” Ominis nods his head slowly in response to you.

“Behind what, exactly, in case you both forgot I was late to whatever this is.” Sebastian inquires with a bitter tone. You share the details you told Ominis and not a shred more in front of the boy who sits in the middle of the both of you in clear distress. You didn't linger on the fact that you once would have trusted Sebastian with the full story.

Sebastian lets out a rather hearty laugh, you beheld a bewildered expression on your face. This wasn't a joke. “Would the Gaunts really go that far?”

“You haven’t met them, Sebastian, from your knowledge of my family that ought to give you a well-versed idea of their ethics.” Responded Ominis gravely. You then asked what he proposed you all do. “We alert the authorities.”

“Already done, I’ve sent a letter to Officer Singer anonymously- she can’t know I’ve been out of Hogwarts grounds.”

“Then we wait and see how she responds.”

Sebastian raises his hand like he’s in a class, “May I just say, that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. I’m sure this is just a phase those purebloods are going through and once they’ve had their fill, all will be as it once was.”

“I’m not going to just sit around to find out whether or not the Aurors are going to do something about this,” You exasperated. Sebastian wasn’t affected by this, it wasn’t his problem therefore he doesn’t care but you made a promise. “I’m going to do what I can to help the Hamlets.”

Ominis suspired with a hand to his forehead, “I sometimes wonder if you’ve been placed in the right house with your lack of self-preservation.”

“I’m clever enough to be where I am and obviously ambitious, no need for self-preservation when I’m confident.” Fake it 'til you make it and all that, it was a new philosophy you adopted in order to overcome the serious imposter syndrome you feel.

Sebastian snorted.

"Amused?" Not like there weren't people's lives at stake.

"Very."

~~~

You are up the steps of the DADA tower steps and in the hallway with portraits, two knight armor statues placed on both sides of the small alcove where a cat lay behind a plant, gazing at the stained glass window when you heard an obvious cough meant to grasp your attention.

Your look over your shoulder and to your surprise it was Sebastian. You fully turn to face him, waiting for whatever abusive comment he was surely about to make. When in the next second he didn’t speak you opened your mouth, “Talking to me now, are we?”

He scowls, “Were we not earlier?”

“I assumed that was for Ominis’ sake not to vex him any further.”

“Seeing as you are persistent in engaging in conversation with me, I see no point in keeping my mouth shut when you are around.”

You attempt to bite back your bitter laugh and fail, “You truly are arrogant. It is you who intrudes on my every venture, Sallow, you followed me out of the Undercroft.”

“Do not fret, this will not last long,” He flattens his green vest and corrects his posture. “Lucan has given me the task of informing you about the Crossed Wands meeting.”

You gaze up at him with a fiery attitude, “When exactly is it being held?”

“Wednesday at 6.” Tomorrow. Brilliant.

“You can tell him I’ll be there.”

He gives you a curt nod, “You can tell him at the meeting how he can inform you about future meetings himself after tomorrow, good day, Ms. L/n.”

Lucan had owled you before, you weren’t sure why he didn’t just do that now, and what did he just call you?

“Ms. L/n?” Your face scrunched at how he addressed you, and you had to admit that it stung.

“That is the proper way to address each other,” He replied with indifference.

“With formalities?” You said still in disbelief and wondered if he can hear the hurt in your voice. “Sebastian, please.”

You note how he winces lightly at the sound of his name, “Witches and Wizards, especially at our age are not confined to those rules and after all we’ve been through?”

“Need I remind you that last year meant nothing, that we are nothing.”

A complete and absolute tosser, you thought “You’ve made that quite clear, however, if you are to speak to me from now on, I do not wish to be called by my last name.”

“Good day, Ms. L/n.” He said with finality and walked away to leave you with your thoughts in the middle of the hall.

“Awkward,” You heard the Knight statue sing behind your back. The other knight left its post and swung its sword, beheading the one who spoke. It bowed before returning to its stand.

You were unsure if it could see you but gave the Knight who defended you a half-hearted smile, “Thanks.”

~~~

It was Wednesday half past 5 when you began walking to the clock tower courtyard. It was a fairly peaceful day, transfiguration was interesting, Beasts class always made you feel better when interacting with the creatures, and in potions, you learned the wound-cleaning potion that would certainly come in handy.

Despite the new status of now talking to Sebastian, there was no conversation. You had nothing to say to him, and if you did it was kept short, you didn’t want or need his rancorous attitude. Especially since you were going to see him at Crossed Wands.

You met Natty outside of the faculty tower where the bridge leads to the Clock Tower courtyard. She greets you with a grin as you walk down the steps, the doors open to an abundance of Samhain decorations.

Pumpkins with faces carved in them were placed in the corner of the interior of the courtyard, torches and floating candles lit as the evening grew darker. Most of the castle has been decorated to fit the season, especially as Samhain was this Saturday.

The group organizer, Lucan, who was newly a fourth year still hasn’t shredded his boyish face but grew to be your height- an inch taller, you realize as you come closer.

A couple of members in the club are spread out in their preferred groups, only a few new students have joined but there were mostly familiar faces. No sign of Sebastian yet.

Spectators sat close to the gate that was still open to students.

“Excited?” Natty asked, observing the crowd. “First match of the year for you.”

“For me?” You peered at her quizzically, as far as you were concerned this was the first match of the year.

Natty appeared puzzled by your question, “The first meeting was last week. The Brattleby boy said he sent someone to tell you, I thought you wanted a break from fighting so I thought nothing of it when you weren’t here.”

You ground your teeth together as you pieced what could have happened together. Sebastian must have conveniently forgotten to tell you, so why did he tell you now? “I never received the message.”

“How odd, you are here now which is what matters,” She bumped her shoulder against yours. You gave her a side smile as you stretched your arms and neck, beside you she did the same.

“We could be a team if you’d like?” Natty offered, you considered for a second but told her that you wanted to go solo. Internally you had something to prove to someone in specific. You didn’t care to win this time, you had your victory being the Dueling Champion. Unfortunately, that was one you had shared with Sebastian as your partner.

This time you only cared to beat him.

As soon as you saw Lucan had ended his last conversation with Leander, you went in to tell him how you’d duel this round.

“Hello, Y/n!” He immediately brightened as he saw you approach.

You gave him a warm smile, “Lucan. Quite a lineup you have this year.”

“Oh, yes, it’s amazing isn’t it.” He nodded eagerly, “Tons of bets have been put in, loads have been on you. Shame you weren’t here for the first of the season.”

“I’m afraid your message got lost somehow, but I’m ready now.”

He hissed, “Merlin, I- You see since you weren’t here for the first, you don’t qualify for the competition.”

Fuck.

“But,” You held onto your hope as he spoke. “You are allowed to duel against other competitors, your win is yours, it just won’t count for the title.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and hugged the boy, “Thank you.”

“Will you be dueling with Sebastian?” He patted your back in the hug, his cheeks flushed.

You released him and stepped back firmly on your feet, “No. I’d actually like to compete against him.”

He blinked in surprise, “Oh. Well, alright then.”

“Does that interfere with the way you have it set up?” You didn’t want to inconvenience him. “I can back out if anything, we just haven’t been… in sync as of late.”

You knew that your dueling against Sebastian would fuel the rumors of drama between you and him but frankly, you didn’t care.

“No, it’s not a problem, singles duel last so you have time to prepare.” He gave you a look you couldn’t decipher, “Good luck. Not that you need it, you’re bloody amazing, Sebastian’s a formidable opponent. Ruthless if I’m being honest, you’ve only fought with him, being on the other side of his wand.”

He took a second to think and shivered, “Good luck, Y/n. I’m rooting for you.”

So much for that, you caught a glimpse of red and short brown hair, both in their casual clothing. You turned your head to spot where Natty was and saw she was prepping with Nellie. You went over to the pair that was cornered to the right door that leads up to the clock tower, this was a safe zone, for now.

“Come to see the show?” You placed your hands on your hips as you stood behind Garreth who whirled around at the sound of your voice.

He picked you up and wrapped you in a tight hug, “Y/n/n!”

You giggled, hugging him back, he set you down next to Poppy who asked you if you were dueling.

“I go on later.”

“Solo,” Poppy stated more than asked. “Against…”

“Take a wild guess,” You told her.

“Sallow?” Garreth chimed, suddenly gone pale. “Sebastian Sallow?”

“Well him and a few others of course but yes, he’s one of them.”

Poppy gave you a concerned stare but said nothing of it, “Best of luck then.”

Garreth gulped, “Prayers. Lots and lots of prayers.”

Poppy gave him a stab in the ribs to which he winced and switched spots with you, now standing next to her as you backed away from them.

“Never been the religious sort but since you insist on getting killed,” He muttered. That earned him a smack in the back of his head from your Hufflepuff friend.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics but kissed his cheek affectionately as a way to cheer him up and gave his cheek a slap, “Chin up lad, I’m the bloody Hero of Hogwarts.” The title you didn’t care for slipped from your tongue and though it didn’t give you extra powers for being named that, it did give people hope.

Sallow wasn’t that good.

Okay, maybe he was. However that didn’t mean shite, you could also be ruthless when you fought. Granted, this had not been your lucky year so far, but when you won this it would surely give you that boost of confidence you so desperately needed.

“Alright, everyone!” Lucan's voice paused everyone's conversations. Once he got everyone’s attention he explained that groups will go first, those who lose are out and the remaining with duel in pairs, pairs will end in singles. Winners of the second round will go on to the final where they will be crowned champion.

And so it went, until there were 4 left, not including yourself and Sebastian who had shown up just as Charlotte Morrison had finished Natty off with a swift speed of spells. Oh, how she agitated you. Charlotte had a sickly sweet tone in her voice every time she bested people, and had the audacity to pretend to be humble when it was obvious that she was not.

You disliked her the way Ominis dislikes Duncan Hobhouse. Natty took her loss amiably, she strode over to you after they had shook hands, slightly out of breath.

“Natty,” You drawled out her name sympathetically.

She shook her head, “No, no. It is alright, it was a fair game.”

You grumbled for her with arms crossed, the entrance of Sebastian had whispers and bets going around. It started as soon as they had heard that you would be dueling against him. You wondered how many people betted for you and how many shared Garreth and Lucan's sentiments.

Lucan announced your name, then Sebastian, informing you both to step in the middle. He counted down, telling you both to get into position and begin.

Sebastian had a twinkle in his eye and a smirk that pulled his dimple out of hiding. You swiped your wand left then right, and finally pulled back your arm as if you were holding a bow.

Quiet conversation and deep stares were heard and felt as you and Sebastian circled each other. Neither of you struck first.

“Scared, Sallow?” You taunted him.

He didn’t budge, “L/n, we both know that you haven’t been a threat since the beginning of the year. You even need your boyfriend here for moral support.”

You sent three casts his way, all of which he blocked with ease. “I seem to be doing just fine.” Though you missed, you knew that he had to use some strength to block the spells you used. You have been practicing after all.

“A bit defensive don’t you think?” Confringo was shot at you, blast after blast, you didn’t have time to retaliate.

You blocked and blocked and blocked until you were almost backed into the metal gate that held stored items. You took your chance and cast Depulso, rolling away and bouncing back up to your feet. While he was down you hit him with one of his favorite, Incendio.

He got back up with a singed shirt and attacked, it was never-ending, the duel had to have been longer than 30 minutes. Neither of you had given up, it was an intense dance that both of you were used to doing side-by-side. This was the first time your wands were pointed at each other.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

You couldn’t remember the moment when you’d heard him say that before, but you knew it infuriated you. You wouldn’t admit it but Sebastian was tiring you out a little- only a little.

You pushed and struck, swiped, and jabbed. He mirrored as if he was only playing along like he wasn’t even trying. Was he?

“Sallow,” You growled. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever do you mean?” He parried and slashed Diffindo. He was caught, he was putting on a show and he was going easy on you. Sebastian knew you were catching onto his game and upped his ante. “You can do better than that, actually, can you?"

You performed a spell combo that you had been practicing on but he just laughed it off even as it hit him.

“It’s like you’re not even trying,” He then spoke to the crowd. “Is this your hero?”

“You’re getting weaker, L/n, you realize you come to school to actually learn.”

Your nostrils flared, his comments awoke something animalistic inside you that only wanted violence. “I’ve had enough!”

He sent a barrel, after barrel your way, you used the vanishing spell to wave them away with your wand.

You were fed up, you abandon your wand letting it fall to the ground as you pounce. You charge forward, tackling Sebastian to the ground, letting your hands punch and slap wherever they land. Not once did he stop you.

“Fight back!” You yell, “Fight back, you bastard, fight back, fight back, fight back!”

He didn’t block a single blow, it pissed you off even more. Your fist went in on his face and you heard a crack. You knew you felt pain in your knuckles where they landed but you were almost positive that it was just your hand that crunched from the impact.

This was absolutely not allowed in the dueling club, muggle fighting was seemingly more violent and frowned upon but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. This was much more satisfying.

You saw red, not feeling the arms that attempted to pry you off of the boy who lay under you. It wasn’t until strong arms had listed you off, along with the others who had struggled to get you off themselves.

Nellie and Natty were on either side of you with arms hooked around your elbows, the only other person you can think of that would lift you like this had to be Garreth. He lets you go once you were done kicking and screaming.

Sebastian got up and touched his fingertips to his nose where blood had dripped onto his lip.

“You're the foulest loathsome being that I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting” You shout. You pick up your wand from the ground and in your fury, you conjure 12 birds with the spell Avis and send them spiraling his way, “Oppugno!”

“Ms. L/n!” The tone of a strong male authoritative figure came up from the left door that goes up to the clock tower. The crowd, you now noticed, was scattered. Someone must have alerted him, Professor Sharp. Lucan ran the moment he saw Sharp, as did the other members of the club. “What is the meaning of this?”

No one spoke, Nellie, Natty, Garreth, Poppy who was just around the corner and as quiet as a mouse. You and Sebastian stood staring each other down with silent words you only knew that in your mind you were shouting how much you despised him.

“Saturday, Detention.” His words broke you and Sallow out of your hate-induced trance. “All of you, including you Ms. Sweeting.”

~~~

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Chapter 11

Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.

Chapter Summary: It's the final one, my friends. We're finishing on how we started, from YN's perspective, just as I feel like it should be. This takes place once YN gets home from staying with her parents, about a week after she gets back, which is about 5 weeks from the time she and Harry last saw each other.

Thank you for being here, for reading this series, and for all the support! I'm glad you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it and I truly hope you enjoy this ending. 💗 Bee xx

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Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language

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As you sit in the bridal suite, admiring the gorgeous floral henna design being tattooed on the top of your right hand, you smile as you watch both Priya and Aman's mothers dancing around together while music fills the room.

"So… YN…" You hear Priya state, causing you to turn enough to face her in the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"This is so much fun Priya, and the design is amazing! Not as stunning as yours, but that goes without saying, since you're the bride. But thank you for this. I figured it was just for family so I'm really honored that I was invited this morning."

"Oh hush. It's not, and you are family anyway! Of course I want you up here!" She waves off your statement, giving you a wink. "But I meant later… how are you feeling about… later today…?"

"This is your wedding day, and you want to know how I'm doing?" You chuckle, looking over at Adhira and giving her a scowl, realizing what Priya is referring to, and knowing Adhira couldn't hold back giving her soon-to-be sister-in-law the details of your relationship, or potentially lack thereof.

"Exactly. It's my wedding day. I want to know how you feel." She states, a somewhat curious, but mostly compassionate glint in her expression. "Well, truthfully, it's a need. I need to know. Because I feel bad that Harry will be here if it's going to be too painful for you. It's just a couple of songs, cover songs, but I can just tell him-"

"No, Priya! It's alright. I didn't want you to stress about finding another band. I knew he would be here." You assure her, placing your free hand over hers. "Please, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, this day is about you!"

"Well, in that case, bring on the mimosas, because today is also about drinks and dancing!"

"And love!" You add sincerely.

•••

You crunch down on a piece of toast, walking over to your little dining table with nothing but one of Harry's oversized t-shirts and some of your lace panties on.

Harry groans and you look up, finding him nearly chewing holes in his bottom lip.

"You look too good." He mumbles deeply, squirming in his chair across from you. You can't help but feel a little satisfied at the fact that you are teasing him without even trying.

"I just got out of bed…" You respond coyly, brushing off his compliment as if you're oblivious to what you're doing to him.

"Doesn't matter." His dimples cave with a mischievous smirk. "It's one of my favorite ways to see you. Not my top favorite, but definitely up there."

Your mouth drops open and he immediately points over to you.

"Yep, that's another one of them!"

You hurl a piece of toast in his direction, extracting an exuberant laugh, which causes your heart to flutter.

He takes the last bite of his pancakes, gathering his plate with a wide grin still plastered all over his face. Once everything is in the sink, he walks back over and squats down next to you. "This actually is my favorite way to see you."

"Right." You roll your eyes.

"M'serious!" He exclaims. "I wouldn't mind waking up to it every single morning, from now til… no, that's it. That's the answer."

"Yeah, we'll see." You joke, unable to deny the chaos of butterflies swirling throughout you. There isn't anyone you'd rather wake up with either.

"Yes, we will." He kisses your cheek and stands up, shuffling towards the bathroom door. "But right now, we better get ready to meet up with everyone, or Addy is going to kill us."

You get up and clear your plate, walking to follow Harry, but stopping to see him eyeing you up and down.

"What?" You giggle. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"You're so gorgeous. And I will never stop looking at you like this!"

After making conversation with most of Adhira and Aman's relatives, you take the opportunity, before the ceremony begins, to walk through the grand foyer of the luxury hotel.

The designer in you can't help but be fascinated by all the little details, so you pull out your phone and walk around, taking photos of almost everything you see.

You look down, making sure the photo you took of some artwork came out clearly, when you turn around and bump your shoulder into whomever was passing by.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, locking the screen and looking up apologetically. Your eyes grow wide as you see those beautiful and unmistakable green rounds staring back at you.

"S'alright. Not the first time you've done it." Harry chuckles, causing all breath to leave your body.

You knew you'd see him today, it isn't a surprise, but you weren't exactly expecting to be standing this close, feeling his warmth, smelling his familiar scent, feeling flustered by the gaze that always penetrates your soul.

"Right." You nod, feeling your throat as dry as it's even been. "Umm… how are you?"

"M'good." He responds quickly, lacking any sort of detectable emotion to give you a hint of how he really feels. "You?"

"Yep. Me too. Good." You mumble, feeling a little embarrassed as to how unconvincing your answer may have come across.

"That's good to hear." He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest, which usually isn't the most positive gesture coming from him. "Would… would you be up for having a conversation later?"

Your stomach twists a little. For some reason, the way he worded that question was so different and unsettling, but you figure it's needed, so you give him a quick nod.

"Okay. I'll connect with you sometime tonight then." He states, giving a quick smile. He turns around as you both notice everyone begin to shuffle towards the French doors leading outside. "I better go. But it was nice to see you."

"You too." You smile back, feeling the knot tighten as he turns around.

He swivels back to you and runs his hand through his hair.

"I hope it's okay to say… you look really nice." He utters.

"It is. Thank you." You utter, hoping he can hear your words but not the nervousness in your tone. "You do too."

He gives you one last smile and makes his way out the doors, presumably to set up before the wedding party is ready to make their entrance.

It takes a moment for you to gather control of your motor function, when you feel another presence next to you.

"Are you alright, Didi?" Adhira asks. You release a breath you didn't realize you had been withholding, especially considering you thought it had all left your body as soon as you saw Harry.

"Yeah, I'm… yeah. I'm alright."

"Well, I don't really believe that, but others might." She giggles, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "What did he say?"

"He wants to talk later." You reply, feeling your stomach twist even tighter.

"And what do you want?" She asks.

You think for a moment. The time and space you had while visiting your parents was good, mainly because you got to spend time with them. You did get the clarity you needed, which wasn't hard to do. But in terms of what you have, or don't have, with Harry, now feels like it's still up in the air. It unnerved you to hear him suggest a conversation, even though it's definitely needed. It's just the way he said it that's got you uneasy. So stoic. Maybe you were right before, maybe he did change his mind. Maybe he did give up. Having to wait for those answers is going to drive you crazy.

"I guess, firstly, I want to know how he feels."

"Well…" She begins, slowly shuffling the two of you towards the doors, stopping before the exit as you look out to the gathering of their family and friends. "You'll find out tonight."

She gives you a squeeze and leaves your side to rejoin the bridal party, as she has the role of a bridesmaid, so you take a deep breath and step through the doorway.

A seat on the end of a row, in the middle of the right section, seems like a good enough spot. You should be able to see the couple at the altar, and nothing else. No one else. You want to be able to focus on the ceremony, since that's ultimately what you are here for.

A piano and drum melody begin to play and you turn towards the doors as the officiant walks out, followed by Aman with his parents.

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you play your game

But it's so good

The female voice catches you off guard, considering Harry was presumably the one to be performing the entry song, and your head uncontrollably shoots over to where the band is located. You smile as you see Ny Oh towards the front, her mouth to the mic, as her fingers run along the keys. Your eyes travel to Sarah and Mitch, also seeing Elin standing close by. Then, by habit, they land on Harry. He is still towards the front, but has his head down, bobbing as he gently strums his acoustic guitar. The way his hair is falling down can cause any girl to swoon, and it usually does, but it elicits so many feelings in you. And memories. You've seen it happen when he's playing, when he's sad, when he's hiding a blush or a smirk. Even when he's hovering over you on the bed and looking at you with intense passion.

As the first pairing of the bridal party passes through your vision, you turn your attention back to the next ones walking down the aisle.

'Cause I'm in a fields of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you would be mine

Your gaze shoots back over to the band as you hear Harry come through the speakers with his low harmony.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

This song is for Aman and Priya, but as you notice Harry has found you within the crowd, all of your feelings grow more intensely. You must have missed Adhira passing by because suddenly everyone begins to stand, and the chorus is repeated as Priya walks down the aisle with her mother and father on each side of her.

Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes and you try to convince yourself that they are solely due to how beautiful Priya looks in her jeweled red wedding dress, and the sparkle you see on Aman's face as he reaches his hand out for her. The tears are for those reasons and nothing else.

The melody continues as the ceremony begins, the couple keeping it short and sweet, since they are bigger fans of the actual celebration.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant states, snapping you out of a daze you didn't know you had been in. "You may kiss the bride!"

The melody picks up and Ny Oh sings the chorus once more, accompanied by Harry's background vocals, as everyone up front walks back down the aisle, and the crowd cheers. You clap along, unintentionally shifting your focus to the band. Your gaze meets Harry's, and you can't immediately turn away. The sudden thought that you've never been more jealous of a microphone enters your mind as he continues with the lyrics, eyes fixed on you. A hot blush rises to your cheeks and you manage to break eye contact just as the rest of the guests are encouraged to make their way inside.

•••

To your delight, and relief, you find that your seat at the reception is right next to Jordan. As well as you know a lot of the family members attending, it'll be nice to have a close friend to go through the night with.

"Hey! Ready for a wild night?" He exclaims as you sit down, placing your glass of champagne on the table in front of you.

You give a small smile and shake your head, with the intention of showing how well you know how crazy things can get with the family. You've been a part of it since you were young, but Jordan had to quickly become accustomed to it when he started dating Adhira. With that in mind, and the situation with Harry, this will definitely be an interesting experience.

"It'll be one for the books." You nod, quickly taking a sip of your drink.

"Are you doing alright?"

You nod again. "Yeah."

"Are you gonna talk to him?"

"He wants to." You reply, placing your glass down and beginning to fiddle with the stem. "I mean, I guess I do too."

"Yeah. You'll find out how he feels." He replies, taking a sip of his own drink. The wording is odd, and causes an inquisitive look to show on your face, only to be met by a shrug from him. "Right?"

You shrug as well, and your ears pick up on the soft instrumental that begins to play. This time, you control your gaze and turn directly towards the doorway leading into the banquet hall where everyone is seated, watching the bridal party begin to saunter in.

The beaming grins on the faces of both Aman and Priya make you feel so good. They truly belong together. You're so happy that they are so happy. They immediately make their way to the dance floor, and you must have forgotten to keep a handle on your focus, because your gaze travels over to the band yet again. Your heart stops as you see Harry already gazing back at you, and he steps closer to the mic.

The first words leave his lips and you pull away to focus back on the happy couple. It's not you and him. Though looking at how lovingly Aman stares into his bride's eyes, it brings a tear to your own knowing how much you've wanted that with Harry. You drop your head, quickly wiping the tear, and you let your eyes wander back to him. You finally have the opportunity to really take him all in, and he looks so good. He always has. But of course, you really haven't been able to admire it, not fully admire it, for a while now. It hasn't changed though, because he looks incredible in the white button-up shirt under his light blue suit. That is your favorite blue. It's also your favorite color on him. You meet his eyes once again, his fixated on yours as he sways back and forth.

Fall into me and I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street like nobody's watching

It's just you and me

And the song on repeat in my head

Playing over and over

I'm drunk on your voice high on the moment

I'd fall for you twice if that's what you wanted

I'd give you my life from now till forever

I'm falling in love with you

Over and over again

Your breath hitches as you think you notice a subtle smile appear, but his eyes quickly flicker over to Aman and Priya, so yours do as well.

Your nerves were already on alert from the fact that you'd be seeing him at this wedding, even with the knowledge of his attendance, but his unreadable demeanor, and now disappearing smile, have caused that level to rise. You wonder at what point you two will have this necessary, but now anxiety-inducing conversation, so you can swiftly and politely make your exit afterwards if it doesn't go well.

Until I had met you

There was no sun in my sky

No mirrors for monsters

And no love in sight

Then you walked down those stairs

And I knew my heart wasn't mine

On the day that I met you

My whole world came alive

You look over again, seemingly unable to control yourself anymore, and see that subtle smile again. This time it stays, even when he notices you watching him, it stays.

Your eyes jolt over to your friends for just a moment, since that's where they should be focused, but immediately move back to Harry. Again, the smile remains, and it may be your imagination, but you swear it's grown even wider.

I'm falling in love with you

I'm falling in love with you over and over

You take another sip of the champagne, mildly questioning how much you've already had considering the heat rushing to your cheeks. But nonetheless, you watch Harry. As improper as it may be to some that you aren't watching the bride and groom, you watch Harry. As confusing as all the emotions are that course through you, alongside the champagne, you watch Harry. As unsure as you are about how anything will end up tonight, you watch Harry.

And Harry watches you.

"Please raise your glasses for this beautiful couple before us! To Aman and Priya!" He toasts, and you quickly grab your glass, not even realizing that the song had ended.

You place it back on the table and look up to see that Harry has left the stage and is making his way towards you. Your heart flutters as he gets even closer and it dawns on you that the chair to your right has remained empty for a reason. It's his chair. Whether they forgot to change it, or simply couldn't, it doesn't really matter, because either way he is now shaking Jordan's hand and lowering himself into it.

"Hi." He speaks softly.

"Hi." You reply, hoping those words actually came out and weren't lost in the breath you exhaled with them. "That was good. You did… you all did good. Up there."

"Thank you." He chuckles, catching the attention of the nearby waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. He takes one for himself and you quickly grab another for your own, taking a large sip before placing it on the table.

You turn to try and bring Jordan into the conversation, hoping he could ease the awkwardness you're already feeling, when you realize his seat is void of him. You scan the rest of the table and shake your head. You're not sure why it didn't occur to you before, but no one else is there. Those other seats are for the others in the band, who are conveniently missing. So now there you are, left alone with Harry, and you make a mental note to interrogate your so-called group of friends to find out if their sudden disappearing act was on purpose.

"Wow!" He exclaims, and you turn back to him, following his gaze as it lands on your right hand. "That's very pretty. It's called henna, right?"

"Mhm." You hum.

"Can… umm… may I take a look?" He asks timidly, with an innocence to his gaze.

You nod and raise your hand, feeling that familiar warmth as he brings his to sit under it. He lowers his face and his breath on your skin sends a shiver down your spine. The index finger of his other hand suddenly begins tracing the intricate design, going over every subtle line and curve of the ink as it moves up your forearm.

He looks up to you and straightens up, still holding your hand in his.

"It really is beautiful." He utters and your heart begins to race.

However, a frown appears between his brows, causing the beating to slow and your stomach to turn. He looks back down to your hand and turns it over, so that your palm is facing upward.

"Your cut healed nicely." He sighs, not revealing what emotion was behind it.

"Yeah." You clear your throat. "Thank you."

"No problem." He mutters, releasing your hand and turning his body to fully face his spot at the table. At that moment, your friends all appear, simultaneously, which gives you the answer to the question you had a few moments before.

"Hey everyone!" Sarah exclaims, switching her glance between you and the man beside you. You glare, unamused by their apparent scheme. Mainly because now is not the time to have a serious conversation with him. She gives an awkward smile back and takes her seat, as do the rest of your friends.

You spot the wait staff begin to walk around with plates of food, and have never felt more relieved to eat. Hopefully dinner will take some of the awkward energy away.

•••

As the plates are cleared, and toasts are given, it is announced there will be a Bollywood dance routine performed by some family members, alongside dessert, which always perks you up.

You had chosen chocolate cheesecake, and your mouth begins to water as it's placed in front of you, but your throat immediately dries up as you feel Harry tapping on your thigh and leaning in closer towards you.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" He whispers, and your eyes dart around the table. Everyone's attention is either focused on their plates, or the dancefloor, as the music begins to play.

"But… dancing, and dessert…" The words slip out with a minor whimper, not intending to actually utter those thoughts out loud.

"Just for a moment. Please?" He asks, and as you look in his direction, the plea in his expression is too much for you to deny his request, so you nod and follow him out of the banquet hall.

He leads you out the doors and over to a staircase, close enough to still hear the festivities, but far enough away so that they don't overtake your conversation.

He walks up to the third step, resting his back against the banister, and you gather your dress to step up and stand against the wall across from him. As soon as you are settled, your eyes fixate on your hands and they fidget with the nails of the other.

It's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you to speak first? Or maybe he doesn't even know what to say? You at least would've wanted dessert before potentially having to bolt out of the venue from embarrassment or heartache. At least your heels are easy enough to slip off if you need to make a quick getaway.

"How are your parents?" He breaks the silence, his question causing a scrunch in your nose.

"Good. My dad's doing well."

"Good." He nods in response.

"Look, Harry-"

"YN..." He interrupts, standing up straighter and running a hand through his gorgeous curls. You could curse them for being so inviting to touch. "M'not gonna take up much of your night. I just wanna get something off my chest."

"Alright." You swallow nervously, hoping you'll find out exactly how he feels and that you can express the same, wherever that leads you.

"I love you." He suddenly states, catching you a little off guard. For some reason, whatever you thought he was going to say, that was not it. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you if m'honest."

He puts his hands in his pockets and your breathing picks up as he takes the smallest step towards you, raising his gaze to meet yours and locking in on you.

"I know I hurt you. I can only imagine how much pain I caused you. And I am truly sorry. Because what I feel now, is probably only a fraction of what you've been feeling, and I feel so fucking empty without you."

He steps closer again and you let out a whimper as a tear escapes down your cheek. Once again, like the last time you two spoke, his finger is quick to wipe it away.

"I never want to hurt you again. I never want to make you cry again. As much as it hurts to be without you, that would hurt so much more. I love you too much to put you through that again."

You sigh, unable to move, barely able to breathe, as his eyes, and words, hit deep into your soul.

"Please say something now." He whispers.

Every response you want to give him vanishes from your mind. This is what you wanted. This is what you came home for. He is what you came home for. Yet your mind goes blank as your mouth opens to speak.

"My heart was broken, and it hurt so much. Because I think the hardest thing I've ever had to do is walk away while still being in love with you."

His hands softly travel from your shoulders, down to your hands, and you feel a strike of lightning shoot through your veins.

"Do… do you still love me?" He asks in a whisper.

"Yes." You whisper back in response.

"Because you're all that I care about, YN. I just want you to be happy. Whatever I need to do to make that happen, I'll do it. I would've barged my way through that airport, but you asked for time and I wanted to give it to you. And if you need more, I'll give you that too. No matter the outcome. I'll give you whatever you want."

Hair is tenderly brushed out of your face and tucked behind your ear and you see more love in his eyes than you ever have before.

"Do you still need time?" He asks, clearing his throat and glancing down for a moment as his thumbs run over your knuckles.

"Yes." You state, squeezing his hands before his head drops too low. This may just be the moment you get back everything you've been missing, everything you've wanted. "With you. I need more time with you."

His hands drop yours and instantly hold onto your cheeks, radiating a heat that could power every chandelier in that ballroom. His gaze flickers between each of your eyes, and he doesn't wait another second before his lips are passionately pressed on yours. Your hands swiftly travel up to rest around his neck, not only to embrace him, but to keep yourself from completely melting at his touch. He steps closer, leaving no room between your heaving chests, and your back pushes firmly against the wall.

He pulls away and you both catch your breath, his forehead resting against your own, and you hear him hum in contentment.

"Cheeky." He smirks, peppering tiny kisses on your cheeks. "I can definitely give that to you."

The sharp sound of mic feedback pierces through the speakers from the hall, and Harry leads you, hand in hand, back to your table. He holds your chair out as you sit back down, and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be right back." He utters into your ear, leaving you to watch him in a confused state as he heads back up to meet the rest of the band.

"Hello! I'm Harry." He states into the mic and he waves to the crowd. "It's a great night, isn't it?"

He looks over to you with a wide grin and your cheeks flood with heat, yet again.

"We've performed a couple of songs already tonight, and I wouldn't call this a wedding song, but it's really fun, it's our last one before our friend DJ Raj takes over, and it was requested by the groom." He turns to Mitch and Sarah, nodding for them to start it off, then turns back to the mic. "At least that's what I'll be claiming."

He smirks as he looks back to you and holds onto the mic stand, closing his eyes and shaking his head to the beat before taking in a deep breath.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

Think I'm gonna stick with it

Your jaw drops open and your palm immediately covers your open mouth, holding back the loud laugh of unbelief threatening to burst out.

"Didi!" Adhira exclaims, plopping down right next to you. "You're smiling! Does this mean it worked?"

You nod and tug on your bottom lip. You can see, even from this distance, how Harry's eyes begin to fill with desire as he stares at you.

I had a few, got drunk on you

And now I'm wasted

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you…

"Tasted." You whisper, aware that only you know the rest of that line. Not that he'd sing it in front of this particular group anyway. Suddenly your gaze shoots over to your friend and your brow instantly furrows. "Wait… did what work…?"

"Come on…" She replies, drawn out, most likely due to a couple glasses of champagne. Her tipsy condition is ideal for this moment considering you want answers. "The last time at the bar, the songs… the singing tonight, and the songs… that was me! I'm the mastermind!"

Jordan gets up from the other side of you and holds Adhira by the shoulders, lifting her up from the seat.

"I wouldn't say 'mastermind', babe… but you helped…" He states, giving you a smile.

"I'm just glad it worked! They're in love!" She shouts, thankfully no louder than the song being played, though you couldn't care less at this point. It's true, after all.

They make their way to the dancefloor and you turn your attention back to where you want it to be, right on Harry, biting on your lower lip as he bounces around, smirking every time his eyes catch yours.

If you let it, your body could float. All of the heaviness from the past couple of months has lifted completely, evaporated, never to be seen or felt again. All that's left is the light daze that being with Harry gives you, and it's in the best way. But that daze, and the sudden heat rushing to your core, is not being hindered in any way by the current song.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out

'Cause I know you're persuasive

You got that something

I got me an appetite

Now I can taste it

You giggle as you take your actual first bite of dessert, shaking your head at how Harry looks as if he wants to devour you more than you want the cheesecake in front of you. And you won't complain.

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-da-da-da-da

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-da-da-da-da

Before you take another bite, Harry's hands are pulling you out of your chair and into his arms, wrapping one around your waist as the other's hand sits against your cheek.

"Was Aman really the one to pick that song?" You chuckle, lifting your fingers to finally, once again, entangle them in his gorgeous hair.

"M'not telling." He simply replies, running his thumb across your lips to wipe some crumbs away. "Think we can sneak out early?"

Your teeth grind into your lower lip as you shift your weight within his embrace. The butterflies you feel inhibit any words, so you use a smile and nod as your answer.

Harry looks around the room and leads you around the tables, stopping every few paces to give you a quick kiss.

As you make it out into the foyer, he turns around, pulls you in by your waist, and presses his lips firmly against your own. Your palms rest on his chest, and you sigh as you feel the heat from his skin. It's quickly matched by the heat building up at your core.

"If you keep stopping to kiss me, we'll never get anywhere." You utter, your lips hovering in front of his.

"We'll get there Cupcake. I just have a lot to make up for. I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

•••

Harry had never been more nervous in this entire life, until this moment. Nothing had made him shake, or sweat, or forget how to breathe, more so than what he was about to do. However, he knows that this one action will lead to a moment that will top it immensely.

He picks up his phone from the counter, his shaky thumb hovering over the contact. He takes a deep breath and presses it.

Pacing is all he can do while the phone rings, but he halts in place once the sound turns into a clearing of the throat on the other end of the line.

"Harry! How are you?" The murmur can barely be heard.

"I'm doing well, Mr. YLN, how are you?" He replies.

"I'm doing alright." Your dad clears his throat again, and Harry begins to feel some guilt for the fact that he isn't there, talking to your father in person. "But… I have a feeling you aren't calling to… just check in with me…"

A smile quickly appears on Harry's face. Your father has always had the best attitude, and a knack for being very in tune with what's going on. He says it's because his only hobby is to people-watch, so he can pick up on those unspoken cues very quickly. He also jokes that he should be a body language analyst for the FBI.

"You're always on point." Harry chuckles, inhaling a deep breath and gathering his composure, as if your dad can hear his stature change. It's possible. "I'm sorry I can't do this in person. But… I have an important question to ask you."

Sitting across from Harry, in your favorite cafe, flipping the page of your book, you look up to find Harry's eyes on you, smiling as he takes a sip of coffee.

"What?" You ask with a giggle, a slight blush quickly forming on your cheeks.

"It's just been a good day." He shrugs, and your blush grows deeper. "But every day for the past two weeks has been a good day."

"You're adorable." You shake your head, feeling the exact same way. As absolutely terrible as those recent couple of months were, you've never felt better with him than you do now. "Do you wanna do anything in particular?"

"Yes! I have the perfect plan!" He suddenly exclaims, causing you to find him looking outside at the rain. He quickly shoots up from his seat and moves next to you, reaching out his hand to take yours. "Come with me."

"What?"

"Please?"

You can't resist that smile, and those dimples, and the way he makes your heart flutter. Not that you want to anyway. You let him take your hand and guide you out of your chair, then out of the cafe, into the rain.

"Wanting some peak romance?" You ask, knowing it is a tradition of yours, but unsure as to why he was so interested in doing this so abruptly.

"Something like that."

He brings you closer, staring at your hand, and you notice his breathing increase dramatically.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He replies breathlessly. "I, umm… I wanna make this moment special."

"What do you mean?" You ask, simply watching his expression for any clue it could give you.

"I love you, Cupcake…"

"I love you too, Harry." You smile, cupping his cheek to encourage him to look at you. The anxiousness in his eyes causes yours to widen.

"You are my everything, YN. I can't believe there was that short period of time where I missed out on just… being with you."

"Harry…"

"I was lost for a moment and… I almost lost you… but I found my way back home. That's you. You are my home."

"Oh my god…" You whisper, your heart racing faster than the speed of the raindrops falling all around you.

Harry looks down at the ground and frowns as he sees the puddle that has accumulated at your feet. He squeezes your hand, reaching his other into his coat pocket, and stepping closer as he holds a small box in front of you. His eyes flicker between it and your gaze, finally landing on you with a nervous smile.

"I don't want to waste another moment together. And I've been wanting to do this for a long time, so I don't want to live another second without asking you… " He clears his throat and his shaky hand opens the box. "Will you marry me?"

It's a surreal experience, to say the least. Everything happens in slow motion, but too quickly at the same time.

This is Harry. The love of your life. The man who dragged you outside into a storm because you told him you'd never been kissed in the rain. The man who learned to make your coffee order just so that you could stay just a few extra minutes at home with him before heading to work. The man who sat on the bathroom floor with you, all night, holding you while you cried.

He means everything to you. Everything. You can't imagine a life without him, and now you won't have to.

"Yes!" You exclaim, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as you can. "Forever, yes!"

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the end.

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kinardsevan · 3 months ago

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You wanna talk fic?

tagged by my beloved, @v88sy <3

1. How many wips do you have currently?

Uhhhh...hang on. 8 multi-chapters if I counted correctly. I have like 3 oneshots in the works, and one I started flirting with today. Plus 11 days to finish on the 30 Day Fluff Challenge (which I'm working on getting back to!)

2. Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

The 30 day fluff challenge has been a struggle. Beach Date stumped me. Under The Stadium Lights is dragging too because there's so much detail to put into it on top of the research I'm already doing for the aneurysm fic.

And then Never Til Now is a beast of its own because I need it to line up well enough that it finishes where it started. And I already have the final scene written for the early 2025 timeline, plus a general idea of how the '25/'26 timeline ends. It's just actually getting there.

Why do you think that is?

The research for sure. Plus, even though I can generate content at an obscene rate, I still actively deal with creative burnout, and taking more than a few days off to rest feels like I'm letting things slide, sooooo 🙃🙃🙃

3. What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Honestly? In the car listening to music. Occasionally from an actual line/scene in a TV show (such as the final scene of All Fall Down leading to The Saboteur). But honestly, it's usually just a lyric or something informing a character study.

(also just my general need to take my favorite characters apart and give them as much complex trauma as I have so I feel better about my life 😂)

4. Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Technically? No. I have a general playlist titled "fic fodder" right now that I lean into depending on the scene, which is entirely separate from my b/t playlist "I'm ready for something ☕️☕️". But I did start curating a playlist a while back for The Devil Doesn't Bargain because music helps me lean into certain emotions when writing.

5. Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised?

Balls to the wall. I try to storyboard and plan, but I really struggle with it. I have found as an adult though, removing scenes or rewriting them if they don't go the direction I feel like they should. I used to put everything in a fic (and still do for the most part), but I will purge a scene if it's not lending itself to the direction I want. (Sometimes I even remember to save them to share later!)

#writer games #tag games #wip survey #mel's musings

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nachosncheezies · 4 months ago

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20 questions for 20 writers

I was tagged by @thursdayinspace, and possibly others but idk, I'd have to go back through my activity feed to find out and. No. Bless you and thank you to anyone else who may have done it xD

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 13

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? Only 26,434! So far xD

3. What fandoms do you write for? NBC's Blindspot and X-Files.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Bet (txf), A Good Team (blindspot), Bitter Truth (txf), Selfless Disregard (blindspot), A Joke A Lie (txf)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! I really, really try to!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Well right now it is hands down and without question a Deadalive chapter I've written for my txf AU, but that won't be posted for a while. I guess I would have to say it's a toss up between Bitter Truth (txf) and The Coin (blindspot).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Family (blindspot). If you want an x files one then where I've currently left The Bet is happy as shit. This will change however lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? To date I have not. There is one fic I went into knowing that it was going to be a possibly unpopular take on an already INCREDIBLY unpopular plot line. I knew it will never be beloved, but thankfully, people were gracious even so.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do not. I am not brave enough. 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? 🙈🙉🙊

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Also not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of! I was working on a series of drabbles with someone, but my co-author had to step away from fandom for life reasons. I did receive blessing to proceed on my own, but idk, it's just not the same. :/ So they will probably never see the light of day.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? This is a more complicated question than I can convey in a tag game.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The aforementioned team project.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at getting into some characters' heads. I do (what to me is) fantastic angst, but that also usually involves a lot of purple prose. xD I'm very arty farty about it. xD

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I tend to go round in circles. Fortunately I think I've been so far pretty successful at brutally editing my way out of it, at the end of the day. I struggle with physicality. Emoting, gestures, movement and action.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have thus far had no reason to do so, and I'm not sure I'd take that on. As a reader I think it's tough to do it well, in a way that doesn't make things awkward or clunky for people who don't speak the language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I mean, I love them all? They're my babies. I love Bitter Truth. I love Selfless Disregard. I love love love my blindspot 5x11 deleted scenes fix WIP, my x files season 8 deleted scenes WIP, and now I've got this x files married on a dare AU eating holes of pain and delight all through my sensibility. Do not make me choose amongst my children xD

@randomfoggytiger added additional questions:

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life? Both and neither. I love to play with words. I can't not play with words. Not everything need be written, however. I went many many years without writing.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? I don't really do notes, scenes generally come for me in one, so I guess I'd have to say manuscript?

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? It's a ~mystery~. There is a mental slow cooker. Anything at all can be an ingredient. I never know what's gonna come out til it dings at me. I would never have turned it back on if not for my lovely pal over at Blindspot (you know who you are xD) and a handful of others, though. Their work and their friendship inspires me constantly.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? Am I singing solo. If so, do I get to pick my key. These are VERY important questions.

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? It can do, yeah.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? AO3 for the posting/feedback (and love the download option), Tumblr for the community aspects especially while in progress.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 26,434; yes and no. I'm happy that I've posted anything at all; three years ago it never would have happened. Would I really, really, really like to add my 23k and counting x files and my 24k blindspot WIPs to that number? OF COURSE. (Come to think of it, I have several thousand more words floating around tumblr that I've never migrated. I should get on that. xD)

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? Movies/books you are LOOKING at them, every time you look at my tumblr. Fics? Ahh, too long a list. Would need its own post.

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? When it's my writing, I love to hear if I've made someone cry tbh 😅 That I've made someone feel anything at all, really, but I write a lot of angst, so. 😅😅 Misery delights in company, I guess xD In life? Someone I really respect and looked up to professionally once paid me an extremely high and thoughtful compliment about my curiosity. I still carry that one tucked under my ribs.

10. What defines your writing style? I. have. NO IDEA. xD xD xD Messy chaotic angst! Words that come unbidden and often at the most annoying times so they may or may not have any "style" at all! Wordy and sometimes overly poetic and entirely novice! Are any of those "styles"???? xD

#tag games #thank you! :D #nachos writes

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strxbrymochi · 2 years ago

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chapter 11. tequila shots anyone?

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synopsis: when jeno took over his family’s empire, yn was the last person he expected to see given their past. now, she’s in a relationship with one of his best friends, and he’s left wondering about “what could have been”. surely working together wouldn’t revive any unspoken thoughts. right?

word count: 1.5k

well that was awkward... YEET GG

you make your way inside jongwu's house. the loud music fills your eardrums and the flashing lights cause you to squint a little bit as you make your way through the sea of people to find your friends. it looks the same, well, for what it was worth at least. his parties definitely had a big level up from the last one you've attended.

right. the last party you attended. before you decided to move to new york and do whatever you can to escape the embarrassment of being rejected by your. best friend. i mean, who were you kidding? you were best friends for goodness sake. but a small part of you hoped you'd get the fairytale ending like most stories where they say yes.

whatever, now's not the time to think about that night. you have a boyfriend now and a stable job that just so happens to be for that same boy you've tried to avoid for the past 3 years. speaking of boyfriend, mark has really been ghosting you and a sick feeling went straight to your stomach thinking about it.

you close your eyes and shake those thoughts aside. you trusted him. tonight you were going to let loose, have fun. when's the last time you got to do that anyways?

"YO YN YOU'RE BACK!"

you turn to the source of the voice and see donghyuck approach you with a red cup in hand. behind him, jeno and renjun follow. it was weird seeing him in more casual clothing after only seeing him in suits at work. not that you've never seen him in casual clothing, you thought but quickly shove aside any thoughts and smile at the boys in front of you.

"hey guys," you say, flashing them a smile. "have you seen my friends anywhere?"

the boys shake their heads and you nod, looking around. great, you think to yourself.

"it's nice to see you here yn, it's been a while huh since we all got together." renjun says, smiling at you.

"yea, it's nice to see you guys are all doing great!" you mirror back.

"well, we'll let you go find your friends. see ya around yn!" renjun says, and he drags donghyuck by the arm who in the span of that short conversation was already taking up shots in the next table with a couple of other people from your university before you had moved to new york.

you start looking around for your friends when you hear a "did you want me to stay with you til you found them?"

you turn to see jeno standing beside you, hand rubbing his neck. he looked almost... nervous?

"it's just... i remember how anxious you get at parties or big gatherings like this and well, i didn't want you to be alone or i don't know... i'm kind of rambling right now, maybe i've had a little too drink." he says, showing you a small smile.

he remembered. "thanks for the offer, but i think your friends over there need the help more" you say, nodding behind him where donghyuck had started an imaginary performance on the table with chenle beside him and renjun trying to get the two of them to get down before someone fell.

he sighs a small chuckle before looking at you again. "are you sure? i'm sure renjun-"

you stop him. "jeno, it's fine. go to your friends." you say with a reassuring smile.

"okay. if you say so." he says before running off to his friends to help renjun.

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"and that's another win for yn!" rinji shouts over the loud music.

"seokwoo i swear when are you gonna get it in your head that i'm better at beer pong than you are." you say laughing.

"ONE MORE GAME PLEASE" seokwoo whines from the opposite end of the table.

"man are you sure?" dongju laughs beside him. "you're pretty gone."

"I CANT LOSE." seokwoo says, reaching over to the vodka bottle behind him to start filling up cups for another round.

"WAIT VODKA? ARE YOU SURE?" brie asks him panicked.

"the beer was a practice run, we're doing the real game now" seokwoo says, with dongju and rinji laughing along with him and start helping setting up the cups.

"it'll be fine brie, you don't have to drink if you don't want to," you assure her. "and anyways, we'll beat seokwoo again so don't worry" you say, laughing.

"beer pong without me? really, i'm kind of offended."

you freeze, you know that voice. you turn and you're met face to face with that smile. his smile.

"MARK?? y-you're here"

"hi baby, i missed you too and yes, i'm here." his arms wide open and you run towards him.

"why didn't you reply to my messages" you say into his chest, hugging him a lot tighter as if he would slip away if you let go.

"well, first it was the client but it wouldn't really be a surprise if i had told you my plans would it? i knew if i spoke to you i wouldn't help telling you so i just turned off my phone til i got here. that was a pretty long flight too in my defense." he says.

you smile. honestly you didn't care, you were more happy he was finally here with you.

"okay yn back off we want to say hi to mark too." you hear seokwoo say behind you.

you sniff and let mark go to say hi to his friends. "whats up dude? it's been a while."

"so i don't want to ruin the moment but... does mark know about jeno?" brie asks quietly beside you.

you shake your head. "nope, all he knows is that we were friends and we drifted apart." you say, smiling looking at mark reunite with his uni friends.

"YO, MARK? IS THAT YOU?"

the next thing you know the dreamies make their way to your group of friends.

mark stands to greet them. "yo donghyuck it's been a while!" he says, hugging his friend.

"renjun, jeno, jaemin, nice to see you boys. i hear you're all doing great now hey. big names in the business now are we?"

"well, if you don't say yourself" renjun says laughing. "it's nice to see you again hyung"

"and you two, chenle and jisung right? i don't know if you remember me," mark says addressing the two younnger men, adding a small chuckle to lighten the awkwardness.

"no hyung we've met! it's nice to see you again" jisung says smiling.

"so what brings you back to seoul hyung? i thought you were thriving in canada? or was it new york? or is this for vacation?" chenle asks mark.

"i'm here visiting, my girlfriend recently moved back so i thought i'd surprise her."

"awww hyung that's so sweet! can we meet her?" jaemin asks.

you watch mark talk to his friends and you find yourself flash a small smile. you completely forgot mark was friends with the dreamies before he moved to new york for work. by then you already had been there for a year.

"HEY YN EYES ON THE GAME OR ILL BEAT YOU THIS TIME" seokwoo shouts across the table, bringing you back to reality.

"in your dreams loser." you say, smirking, shooting another shot right in the center. "drink up."

seokwoo groans, downing the shot. but your victory is short lived when you hear your name being called. "yn can you come here for a minute?"

you get brie to take over your side as you make your way to mark still talking to the dreamies.

you show a small smile as you stand beside mark. "wait, yn? what are you doing here?" donghyuck asks, confused.

"yn noona did you hear! mark hyung has a girlfriend!" jisung says, all giddy. you and mark both fight a small laugh.

"uh guys, well here, meet my girlfriend, yn" mark says. you smile and give a small wave. that smile suddenly turns to small laughter looking at the reactions of all of the dreamies staring at you two with mouths open.

"w-wait," chenle starts. "yn is your girlfriend?"

"yup. we met in new york and well thanks to seokwoo." mark says.

you catch donghyuck flash a look at jeno but you couldn't tell what that meant.

"yo, jeno you've been awfully quiet, you okay?" mark asks.

you see jeno blink and for a split second seemed like he just got back brought into reality. he clears his throat and flashes a small smile. "i'm fine hyung, and nice to meet you yn"

"YN HURRY UP YOURE LOSING" you hear dongju shout behind you. "I CANT LOSE MORE MONEY PLEASE SAVE US"

you flash an apologetic smile to mark letting him know you have to go finish up a game. he lets you go and turns back to the dreamies who still don't seem to have processed what just happened.

"they always took beer pong so seriously" he says laughing, trying to get the awkwardness out of the room to no avail.

"ANYWAYS who wants a drink?" he says, ushering them all to the bar.

"hyung. you have so much to tell us." renjun says.

"tequila shots anyone?"

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hannieween · 10 months ago

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1) awwww how is the sex in the beginning so fluffy but so hot at the same time✋️❤️⁉️

2) WE ARE BEGINNING TO SEE SOME GROWTH AYEEE🫡💗

3) SHE'S ON TOP LESSGOOO🫂💓🛐

4) "Questions," "I want you to have all my cum inside your pretty cunt 'til it's leaking." IM SCREAIMG WITHOUT THE S WUT THE ACTUAL FUCK🗣‼️

5) "Joshua was shirtless, you discovered a second after. The hickeys you made on his skin were on full display, from his Adam's apple to his chest." LESSGOOOOO PHONE SEX

6) oh.... no phone sex..

7) "Even if he rejected your feelings, you'd at least have that: a clear answer." OH MY FUCKING GOD i am massaging my head rn🫠😫🤡

8) "You are a dumbass," Yen told you as soon as you finished telling her all your troubles. "A big dumbass," she scoffed. THANK YOU MISS GURL WHO I FORGOT ABT BUT FOR THIS LINE ITSELF ID EAT HER OUT💪💋‼️

9) "He was busy, he was living a big opportunity. You couldn't burden him with your own little drama". Oof why did that hit hard even tho im never been in a silly little relationship but a silly little guy😨🥹🫣

10) "Only to find him completely asleep, head resting on the couch headrest, mouth parted, chest beginning to rise and fall slower." WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER😤💀‼️

11) "Because you're–," his frown deepened and he had to take a sharp breath to compose himself. "You're not mine." YES EXACTLY‼️ YOU HAVE GONE PAST THE KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE BRO‼️ YOU FELL STRAIGHT INTO HER PUSSY🗣🗣 NOW PLS DATE AHHHHHHGH

12) "We'll find the right moment" is this suddenly a situationship AHH I CANT TELL WHAT SITUATION THIS EVEN IS AHHHHH🫣🫠‼️

13) "I thought it was hot that they were nearly drooling over you," I CAN DROOL AROUND YOUR DICK 🗣💗

14) "No, you promised you wouldn't do this again, I've had enough. We're talking." THE CLIFFHANGER IS ILLEGAL NOOOOOO 😫 💓‼️

OH MY GOOOOD

oh oh okay here i go:

idk!! even my bf was lowkey impressed haha

YESSS THERE'S SOME 🤏🏻 GROWTH!

for like two minutes but HEYOOOOO READER'S ON TOP!! 🔛🔝

(っ º - º ς)

WE GOTTA WAIT FOR THE PHONE SEX!!! (>ᴗ•)

hehe 👉🏻👈🏻

me too tbh but that's bc i have a splitting headache hahaha

HAHA HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT THE NPCS/j 🤣

i love me some angst it's yummy hehe

HAHAHAH THAT MADE ME LAUGH FR FR

YES!! I'M BEGGING FOR THESE TWO TO START DATING!! maybe they're giving me the headache

i guess we'll find out on the next chapter 😫

OH MY— ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) i get u i do

TAKE ME TO PRISON

haha i love your reactions sm! i always anticipate your comments on my ask. ily 💟

#ff:city lights #asks #🐈: amazzwon

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solomonyau · 1 year ago

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what it's like inside my mind - Chapter 16 : '12 Steps That Happened At The Club ; 7 Steps to What Loving Me Would Actually Look Like'

To the girl I met on a unsuspecting Thursday Night,

I promise I’m not salty about you not getting back to me.

Maybe it’s a little lie I tell myself about all the other times I’ve swiped right on others while wondering whether these damn dating apps actually work.

It’s tiring to be consistently told by my friends that after being single for so long I might as well give it a try,

But damn if luck was ever on my side I’d be boo’ed up by now, like Ella Mai dropped Whatchamacallit, so chewed up by now, tucked into bed with soft spoken words like I love you right now, - but fuck it

I’ve been told that when you decide to approach a woman as a man you gotta look at a couple key things - especially when you’re on a night out

Maybe it’s to make up for the fact it might be the ballsiest thing I’ll ever do or for the fact that fun is through pick ups & cliche lines

Without a doubt holding on to scarred sacred vows to atone for some lonely nights, let's not get started for them shots that get you fucked up til the day goes by

But anyway, let me list them out : -

Whether she has her friends around her, try not to come off as creepy

If the homie is really the homie & he’d wing man as per all the other times you’ve done so for him

There’s a chance you might be alone in this, so down your drink

Make sure you ask the waiter for another one

A little liquid courage can get you far

Make sure your dance moves are in check, & that your salsa will show her that your inner dancer is the best damn thing she’ll ever see

It might be a lil loud but scan the room & understand the exits

If she’s not interested that’s okay but make sure you be a gentleman about it

You don’t always have to go into it needing to pick a girl up

Sometimes just telling her ‘Hey, I saw you across from the room, & I don’t really do this much but I couldn’t pass this chance up to tell you that you have one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen.

11 & 12 - are just understanding you’re just a cringe fest to most but maybe romance is for some

13. Would be the amount of lines I’d draw up to reach your scars, pull them tight & hug them

14. Are the days I’d count just so I could take you out on a picnic

15. Will be the Continuous findings of small pockets of happiness within your smile

16. Circles around you just so you know I’d love you endlessly

17. Will be taken down as - Hugs will be non negotiable, I’d hold on tight to your hand, & forehead kisses will be showered over you

18. Don’t go thinking you’d be an independent woman now - cause that damn car door is the one that I’m gonna be opening for you

19. Will be the amount of flowers that’ll be stacked up in the bouquets I’d give you

20. Repeating steps 1 to 12 wouldn’t be of much value, but 13 to 20 is all I ever want to do with you & it’ll be - What Loving Me Would Actually Look Like.

So, I promise I’m not salty,

I promise I’m not salty about you not getting back to me,

Because I’ve been told that despite my countless attempts of failed love,

I kinda know what I have to offer,

Whether it’ll find me or not I’d rather have my peace.

Maybe it’s like that one SZA song AFTERMATH saying Loving as a Unicorn Gets So Lonely

But on the down low I’d feel like Drake cause internally I’m just a Certified Lover Boy

My conversations with God tend to never lead to agreeable discussions of what love actually looks like for me,

But maybe - these last 7 steps are what it’d actually look like for you.

#words #emotions #expression #what its like inside my mind #place of thought #chapter16 #12 Steps That Happened At The Club ; 7 Steps to What Loving Me Would Actually Look Like

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mindninjax · 3 years ago

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To Shape a Home (11)

Autumn- Chapter 11

Last Chapter | Masterlist | Next Season

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: oral sex, jokes during sex, as always he’s a lil shit but it’s cute, slight aftercare

WC: 4.2k

a/n: Hi hello and welcome to the boinking. I hope you enjoy my silly sense of humor. lol it’s ok they’re soulmates so it’s cute. Bahahahh Enjoy!

Katsuki is sure he made the right choice. All day he’s gone back and forth, thinking it over time and time again. All day he’s weighed the pros and cons, made lists, talked himself into and out of ideas. Hell, he’d even done a stupid eeny meeny miny mo game and in the end the decision was always the same.

He wanted you. He wanted anything you’d give him. A moment, a few years, or maybe a lifetime he didn’t care.

It wasn’t until he heard you sing that he truly knew. When he heard you the decision had made itself. Just one lyric. Again he thinks you must have some fucking super power. You always know what to say and do at exactly the right time because Katsuki knew he didn’t want to miss out on his chance with you. The lyrics dance around his mind again.

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.

He didn’t want to watch you go and think about how much he should’ve kissed you and told you how he felt. He wanted no regrets. All he wanted was you.

Now you’re sitting in his truck on the way to his home. You haven’t stopped smiling since the kiss and if Katsuki wasn’t so fucking nervous about his next step he’d probably be a smiling dummy as well. You squeeze his hand for the fifth time, as he keeps one hand on the wheel and gazes at the way your fingers wrap around his calloused hands. It fits perfectly in his palm and every time you squeeze, a shock of energy and some warm dumb feeling settles deeper into his gut.

The sun is setting, leaving it’s miraculous string of colors in the sky, both warm and cool colors blending to make a gradient Katsuki is sure can only be witnessed from the wilderness on his farm. When he pulls up his driveway and helps you down out of his truck he takes your hand and guides you into the house. He’s nervous again, heart pounding in his chest as he opens the door and lets you step in.

This is the right choice. Yeah, maybe there will be a chance you walk away but, he’s decided it’s a risk he wants to take. You stroll into the foyer, pulling your thick cardigan from your shoulders.

“So what’s for dinner?” you ask excitedly.

“Wanna show ya somethin’ first. Keep your shoes on and follow me,” he replies, taking your hand as you gaze at him in confusion.

“What’s wrong? We visiting the girls first?”

Katsuki smirks. He likes the way you say “the girls”, like you’re familiar with them. Like you belong. He opens the back door and pulls you out onto the porch, holding his breath.

You gasp, and breathe out an amazed “Oh my god,” as a gentle breeze rolls through your hair and flowy dress and your sweet scent billows into Katsuki's nose.

The big old oak tree, the one you were amazed by the first time you came here now sits illuminated by handmade paper lanterns Katsuki has hung from the low hanging branches. The sky behind it looks beautiful, splattered with shades of pink and purple as the sun slowly descends out of the sky. The remaining golden glow peaks behind the nearly naked branches and the remaining red leaves look like a brilliant warm flame as they catch on the soft light of the lanterns.

The sight takes your breath away and Katsuki watches you as you stumble forward, drawn in by the gorgeous sight. Your lips are slightly parted, your eyes wide as your irises find the last glimmer of sunlight. Katsuki noticed the first time he gazed into your eyes, that first day he met you he noticed that your eyes always catch the sun. He used to find it annoying how you were glowing, how your eyes were so clear, and how it was so hard to get them out of his head. But now, he’d give anything to have this moment replayed in his mind forever.

“You… you did this? Why?” you breathe out incredulously.

Tsk, is it not obvious? Fucking hell he’s gonna have to spell this out to you, isn’t he?

He huffs, “You said you wanted to paint it right? If yer doing a painting of my farm I obviously gotta make sure it looks the best,” he boasts lifting his chin in pride.

He can see the apples of your cheeks lift as you smile, yet your eyes stay fixed on the tree in front of you. You step out of your boots and walk barefoot into the plush grass toward the tree in awe. Katsuki follows behind you, enthralled with how encapsulated you are.

“I uhh…you can come over and paint whenever ya want. I… erm… I made ya a key if you’re interested. I mean if you ain’t comfortable or whatever you don’t gotta stay or anything but I just mean…” He struggles with his words so much he hasn’t noticed that you’ve turned around to stare at him.

He shoves his hands in the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a little silver key. “Yer welcome here. My door’s always open fer you,” he finishes, staring down at his boots nervously.

You’re in his arms, running and leaping up to wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t miss a beat when he catches you, scooping his arms underneath your ass. You’re hugging him tightly, burying your face into his neck and mumbling something over and over that he can’t quite make out.

“Hah? What’re ya–”

“I don’t feel like an outsider anymore,” you say, pulling back from his neck to stare into his eyes.

Your cheeks are glistening and a spare tear falls down your face as he watches you. He wipes it away gently with his thumb, moving it down to trace your lips as you lean your forehead against his. He sighs. All this time he knew you felt like an outsider. He’s glad he can give this to you. This is the best feeling in the world and if he could jar it up the way you taught him how to jar up his vegetables, he’d keep it on his shelf forever.

“You were never an outsider, dummy,” he replies.

Katsuki folds the key into your palm and then plasters his lips against yours again. You squeeze your legs around his waist pressing your breasts against his body and deepening the kiss. He hears a tiny moan when you part your lips and he slips his tongue into your mouth. Blood pumps straight to his groin and his fingers dig into the globes of your ass.

“Kinda chilly for a blanket under a big tree but uhh…” he starts, gazing into your eyes before he gently presses another kiss to your lips. You raise an eyebrow and smirk knowingly.

He wants you, he’s tired of beating around the bush.

In a husky grunt he hisses through his teeth, “I want you.”

Slowly you fist your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, your breathing increases, your thighs tighten around his waist and you grind expertly against the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. He sucks in air through his teeth when you pull lightly at his hair. Your eyelids are heavy and you lick your lips and look up at him through your eyelashes. Fucking hell if you keep looking at him like this, he’ll take you right here on the lawn. He needs to hear you.

You brush your lips against his and whisper the answer Katsuki has been waiting for.

“Please.”

It’s been a while since Katsuki has had anyone in his bed, but fuck if you don’t look absolutely perfect in it right now. He could spend hours staring and mapping out the planes and courses of your body. He revels in the way his fevered skin feels against yours, the way his lips move to all the places on your body he knows will make you squirm and squeal. You even bless him with a giggle when he kisses gently down the side of your jaw and flicks the tip of his tongue on the lobe of your ear.

“Mmm tickles,” you breathe with a huge smile.

Better get all your laughs out now sweetheart, cuz the rest of the night you’ll be screaming.

It’s been too long since he’s felt the soft hands and plush thighs and hot cunt of a woman aroud his cock and although he’s aching to be inside you, Katsuki decides to take his fucking time. He remembers what you said back in the cellar. It’s been a while for you too. Which means, he’ll be the first to fuck you in a while. So he should make it count. He should have you screaming until your throat is raw and he will.

As if you can read his mind you wiggle your hips and groan and he chuckles.

“Impatient arentcha?’ he teases, kneading your waist through the fabric of your dress.

Katsuki pulls the straps of your dress down tracing your collar bones with his tongue. Your sighs and the way you grasp his shirt let him know he’s on the right track. Shit, if your sighs are enough to make his cock jump in his pants, he can’t imagine what your whines and moans will do to him. The imagined sounds of you mewling his name as he tasted you speeds up his progress a bit. He’s pulling your dress down your body, kissing a trail as your breasts–finally– are exposed to him.

He pauses to take you in, eyes rolling over your frame as he smirks.

“You’ve got such perfect fucking tits,” he says as he palms one of the warm lumps of flesh. He leans down to kiss between your cleavage, sighing at how warm and soft it feels.

You giggle again, “Thanks, I grew ‘em myself,” you joke as he rolls his eyes and continues kissing down your body.

Unbelievable. “My face is between your tits right now and you’re makin’ jokes?”

“Mmm hmm, whatcha gonna do about it?” you challenge pulling your bottom lip up between your sparkling teeth. The bratty little glint in your eyes awakens a deeper hunger in him.

He latches on to your nipple with a growl, biting down on the raised bud before licking to soothe the pain. You arch your back and moan loudly, pushing your chest further into his mouth. The vibration of his growl makes your fingers dig into the sheets.

With the dress discarded over his shoulder, Katsuki is able to fully take in your body. It’s perfect although you’re still wearing underwear but he knows if your body is this perfect, your pussy must be the promised land. You chew on your nail, eyes flicking up and down at him.

“Like what you see, hmm?’ you purr and laugh when his cock twitches in his pants again. “I think it’s only fair I get to look at you too,” you pout as you paw at the hem of his shirt.

“Whatever ya say sweetheart,” he replies, pulling his shirt over his head. He takes a moment to shed his jeans as well and stands before you on the edge of the bed in his underwear as his cock strains against the fabric. He knows it’s a good sign when you gasp and lick your lips. You sit up quickly and drag a nail down his chest tilting your head in amazement.

“I knew it,” you whisper to yourself and Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“Knew what?”

“That you were sculpted like some freaking country Adonis or something,” you mutter, eyebrows pulling together as you continue tracing his abs.

He snorts at that and his ego grows just as much as his cock at the thought of you fantasizing about him. “Where the fuck do you come up with this shit?’

Your fingers reach the band of his underwear and you tug at them gently, gazing up at him through your lashes again. Katsuki bites his lip and you place a soft kiss where the band of his underwear meets his hips. He groans, thinking of how soft your lips are, how perfect they’d feel around his cock. His cock is pulsing, leaking at the tip through his underwear, practically weeping for your lips to be around it.

You take your time pulling them down his hips and when the flushed mushroomed tip of his cock peeks out from the fabric you gasp and kiss it gently. Katsuki grinds his teeth together and watches the way his pre stains your pretty lips, like a gloss. It isn’t long before he’s stepping out of his underwear and your fingers are wrapped around his girth.

Katsuki throws his head back and lets out a long loud groan. It’s been too fucking long. A few shower jerks could never top the way you lick slowly up his shaft. You stop to leave little red marks that you suck into the delicate skin and he has to really concentrate on not coming all over your face when you lean down to slip one of his heavy balls into your mouth.

“It’s so pretty Katsuki,“ you croon as you tap his mushroomed head against your lips.

Katsuki locks eyes with you. He brings a hulking hand up to cup under your chin. He pulls your bottom lip down before you lean down to take his thumb into your mouth. Man, you’ve gotta be a pro at this and Katsuki counts his lucky stars you’re here doing this with him.

“Thanks, the last girl thought so too,” he teases in a gruff voice and he laughs when you push out your lips and pull back from him.

“Do you not want me to suck your cock? Because this is how you get me to not suck your cock,” you say with an eyebrow raised.

Laughing like some kind of villain mastermind, Katsuki pushes you back on the bed and crawls over you. “See how jokin’ ruins the mood? Payback’s a bitch huh Sweetheart,” he growls, pulling your panties down your legs.

You roll your eyes but lift your hips as he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. Truth is, he doesn’t know if he’d be able to hold back if you put his cock in your mouth and he knows he wants to come while fucking you so he dives between your folds, kissing a trail of sloppy open mouth kisses up your inner thigh.

Your moans are some of the prettiest sounds Katsuki has ever heard and when you pull on his hair and push your cunt further into his face, it almost makes him rabid. You’re warm, dribbling with slick as he peels back your lips and flattens his tongue to lick from your ass up to your clit.

“Oh my god,” you cry out and he chuckles against your pelvic bone, sending another sensation of pleasure up your spine.

You taste heavenly, as he expected and he can only imagine how you’ll split and fold around his cock when he finally takes you. He pushes his tongue into your heat and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Your briny flavor drives him mad, all he wants is more of it on his tongue, more of you. He’s growling as he tongue fucks you and Katsuki thinks for just a moment, this could be his new addiction. You’re pulling his hair and whining, Your legs are tensing up and closing around his head as you climb to your orgasm.

Katsuki makes sure to keep your legs open. Pressing the pads of his coarse fingertips into the plush flesh of your thigh.

“Mmm Katsuki… I- I’’m gonna–” you stammer in a pathetic little voice that he finds ravishing.

“Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste you,” he moans between your thighs. And wouldn't you know it, despite being a little brat at the beginning you do exactly as you're told and cum all over his face. Your thighs shake, your back arches up off the bed, your head is thrown back and a wail of his name fills the room.

Panting, Katsuki kisses up your body again, lingering for only a second to suck and bite your nipples. When he reaches your lips, he licks your bottom lip and smiles at your fucked out expression. Before a snide comment can come out of his mouth, you’re crashing your lips against his, licking his lips and pulling them between your teeth. KAtsuki groans into your mouth when your tongue swirls around him. Lord knows you’re fucking talented with that thing.

You lay your head back, wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you. Your eyes are ablaze and he knows without you saying anything what you want.

“Heh, want me, dontcha?” he asserts and you nod feverishly.

Katsuki takes a deep breath and pumps himself. He's throbbing, aching for you and when he slips his dick between your sopping wet folds, hears the lewd squelching sounds as your lips part around him, it’s almost as if he’s entered another realm. He thumps his cock against your clit, it’s heavy and pulsing, ready to be inside you.

He holds your cheek tenderly before he whispers “Look at me. I wanna see you.” You gaze at him, stare so hard it’s like you’re staring into his soul and he doesn't think he could look away from you if he tried.

Slowly, he enters you, holding his breath as the warmth envelopes him. You’re tighter than he thought and the way you’re stretching around his thick length again makes his ego swell. He savors every movement, the way your chest heaves up and down as he pushes further into your cunt. He hisses when he rubs against a sensitive spot inside you and you clench hard around him.

Finally, he bottoms out and lets out the breath he was holding. He heaves as you dig your fingers into the blankets and watches how you gnaw on your lip. You look as if you’re trying to steady yourself, is he too big for you?

Katsuki is in pure bliss. “F…fuck I…I could stay inside your pussy for days…unf… you’re so tight.”

You growl like an angry cat, “Well I don’t wanna stay like this for days. Move Katsuki, please”

Again that word, something about the way your lips curl around the word, the way it falls from your lips, your desperate little tone. It makes him throb inside of you, caress the ridges of your cunt and makes him even harder.

“Heh ask me again nicely and maybe I’ll do it.” It’s his turn to tease you but when you look at him and pout he almost comes instantly at the sight of your puckered lips and hazy eyes.

You lick your lips and stare up into his eyes. Your face is still glistening with beads of precum and he dons a cocky little smirk, rustles his hips and twitches inside of you. The smirk vanishes the second you take a deep breath and with lidded eyes and a breathy sigh you pant.

“Fuck me, Katsuki. Please.”

As much as he wants to pound into you, to lose control and fuck you so hard you’re creaming and screaming his name, he doesn’t. He moves slowly, rolls his hips out and back into you, sinking deeper than the initial thrust. He savors you, savors every fluttering breath flitting off the tip of your tongue. He pays close attention to the way your back is arched, the way your pert nipples bead in the cool air of the room, the way your hips roll in rhythm with his until you’re moving like a well oiled machine.

He pulls out and back in, grinding against your clit, humming to himself as you clench around him. The feel of you molding around him, the way he moves and carves his cock into your walls; it’s as if you two belong together. The empty spaces between you fit together to form a completed picture. Lewd squelching noises from his cock pumping in and out of you adds to the euphoric moment of hearing you moan loud and long for him.

“Feel good, yeah?” He hisses as he watches the base of his cock disappear into your pussy again.

You nod, your eyes are squeezed shut and holy shit, Katsuki’s thrusts stutter.

You’re beautiful.

Yes, he noticed you were beautiful before, between the glances from the side of his eye or watching you smile while you chatted with Denki and Eiji. But right now in the throes of pleasure, pleasure he’s giving you, it’s a different kind of beauty.

It’s then when he can no longer keep his slow pace. He leans down, pulling your body close to his, lips attaching to your neck as he angles his hips and fucks you. Your nails dig into his back, and he brings a hand up to rest atop your head as he slaps his hips against yours.

Both your bodies are sticky and sweaty, plastered against each other and each time your hips pull apart, the slick and sweat make reluctant webs between you, wanting to stay connected with every movement. You’re wailing now, splitting the skin open on his back as he moves faster and faster chasing the prize at the end of the finish line, your cunt milking all he has to give you.

“O…Oh shit…can’t hold back. Can I…inside?” Katsuki says through labored breaths. You're completely lost in the way his cock drives into your pussy, panting and whining. Again he has to hear you say it so he holds back, knocks his forehead against yours to garner your attention and pleads through his teeth.

“Please?”

“I don’t care! I don’t care, just don’t stop!’ you cry out.

You drop your jaw and he feels it, feels you convulse and clench so tight that he cries out a whimpering moan that sounds as if it’s a mix of pain and wondrous pleasure. Katsuki spills into your cunt, wave after wave of heat filling you as he plugs you and keeps it all inside. You wrap your legs around his ass and push him in further, waves of aftershock moving through you as you both collapse into a mess of sloppy open mouth kisses and drift off to sleep.

It’s fucking mushy as hell to say, but Katsuki believes you belong in his arms. The way your body curves and nestles into the empty pockets between your two bodies is just too perfect for you not to belong here.

You’re asleep, curled up into his side with your cheek resting on his bare chest. Your leg is draped over his body and your hand is right over his heart. With his arm wrapped around your torso, he pulls you closer to him, pressing a very light kiss to your hairline so as not to wake you. Your eyelashes flutter slightly when his lips touch your skin and a sleepy hum escapes your lips. Tracing the contours of your body with his fingers is like art, you’re perfect in every way.

It feels like a dream, everything that’s happened between the two of you and for once it’s ended with a happy ending. You’re his, and although the thought of you possibly leaving terrifies him, right now he feels nothing but absolute complete bliss. Your light snores are music to his ears. You twitch a lot in your sleep, mumble sometimes and Katsuki notes, you’re a clinger and a blanket hog.

As your chest rises and falls slowly he takes the liberty of enjoying you peacefully lost in slumber. He twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. He’s never thought about it, but your hair is–apart from your freakishly expressive and gorgeous eyes–his favorite. The way you sometimes blow the loose tendrils out of your face when you’re hunched over a canvas always made him stop whatever he was doing to stare at you.

“You scare the hell outta me, ya know that Sweetheart?” he mumbles to you in the dark.

You sigh in your sleep and Katsuki holds his breath when he thinks you’ll wake. But when you gently rub your cheek against his chest, shiver and wrap your body more around his legs for warmth, he chuckles.

He’d never tell you that aloud, and he’ll make it a habit of whispering all the things he’s too afraid to say to you while you’re awake to your slumbering form.

“I dunno how Ei thought I could help you but he was right about one thing. Yer changin’ me and it’s fuckin scary,” he mutters. He brushes hair from your forehead and you smile in your sleep, the dimples in your cheeks forming.

In the darkness, you mutter something that sounds like his name and his heart sings. This might be the scariest thing he’s done, but ain’t no way he’s letting you get away.

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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plant-pluto · 3 years ago

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Hey, Neighboor!

Rodrick Heffley x GN! Reader

Kicking Bill out of the band after the talent show caused löded diper to need a new guitarist, luckily Rodrick just got a new next door neighbor.

TWS: Driving under the influence, shoplifting

Links- Chapter One(rewritten), Chapter Two(rewritten), Chapter Three(rewritten), Chapter Four(rewritten), Chapter Five(rewritten)

Chapter Four

Wordcount: 2,258

You looked at him, your intoxicated mind trying to come up with the consequences of your actions. You nodded,” Yeah, that sounds good.” Rodrick clumsily climbed up to the driver’s seat, you close behind.

You looked out the window, the sun was beginning to set,” What time is it?” Rodrick looked at his phone,” Like, around 8:55…” You snapped your head towards him,” WHAT?!” He looked again, squinting,” Oh! It’s 5:58.”

You sighed and relaxed into your seat, you felt the car shake as it started, the feeling weird, on your buzzing body. Rodrick pulled out of the driveway, you looked at the orange hues that were painted across the sky.

“Can I roll down my window?” You asked lightly. Rodrick looked at you and nodded.

Hmmm

The window rolled down, exposing the late-winter air,” God I can’t wait til spring.” you voiced your thoughts aloud. Rodrick nodded, humming along to a tune that only he could hear. You looked at him, his window open along with yours.

The speed of the wind was messing up his hair more than it already was. It was the perfect golden hour, the sun’s rays casting a perfect orange glow on his fair complexion, making it more of an amber than peach. His eyes were a deep brown which contrasted the sclera that was tinged red. Your eyes traveled down to his lips. They were a soft pink, slightly chapped, maybe you would offer him some chapstick from the 7/11.

Caught up in checking out, observing Rodrick, he looked over. He gave you a lazy smile that slowly creeped onto his face. You smiled back, imagining your rested eyes made you look the same.

A slight jolt hit the car as he pulled into the seven eleven parking lot, golden hour was over, it was now starting to get darker. The lights seemed too bright as you squinted up at them. You looked over to Rodrick who was in a similar fashion, squinted eyes and a hand up to his brow, trying to block out the light.

You both stumbled into the store, “God it’s even brighter in here.” You groaned out to Rodrick, who nodded in agreement. You walked over to the slushie machine, “What flavor do you want?” You called out to Rodrick who was a few aisles away from you. “Cherry!” He chimed from the snack aisle.

You nodded, taking two cups and filling one to the brim with cherry, and the other with blue raspberry. Putting the lids on, you put in two straws and went to the candy aisle. Shoving a rolled up bag of sour worms into your cup, you went to find some chapstick.

Finding a simple cherry one, you walked to a different aisle, trying to hide the fact you were opening its packaging, once it was opened you bent down, pretending you had to fix your shoe.

ZIPP

You stood up as you “fixed” your shoe, you hoped the bump of the chapstick couldn’t be seen in your platforms. You walked over to Rodrick, handing him his cherry slushie, you looked around, trying to see if there was anything else you wanted.

You walked up to the counter, placing both yours and Rodricks slushie on it, you however caught him trying to stifle his laughter at something. Following his gaze, you saw the little rolling hotdog machine. “What are you laughing at?” You whispered to him, handing the cashier the amount you owed.

“What if we turned into those hotdogs like right now.” He whispered back, choking on his laughter. You snorted, grabbing the slushies, shaking with laughter as you exited. You walked out into the store, laughing at the sudden thought that crossed your mind,” Rodrick! Rodrick. What if- What if, when we walked out of the store it exploded.”

You could barely finish the sentence with the laughter that overtook you. He doubled over, trying to walk while hunched over cackling. As you got into the van, you noticed Rodrick had a sweater in his arms,” Why do you have a sweater it’s not even…” you were interrupted with the rustling of chip bags falling out into the seat as he tossed the sweater into the back.

You burst out into laughter, Rodrick following right behind you. Your voices filled the air as you eventually sighed to try and calm yourself. He did the same, looking at you curiously as you un-zipped your platforms.

The small chapstick you pulled out made him drop his confused expression. “Do you have any like napkins in here?” Rodrick nodded and handed them to you,” Yeah, why?” You smirked at him,” You’ll see.”

Reaching into your slushie cup, you wiped off the mixture from your candy. “Ta-da!” You said as you shook the small bag of sour worms. His eyes widened,” Ohhh.” You both sat in silence filled with the rustling of packaging and occasional slurping.

Rustle rustle

The chip bag shook in front of you,” Oh shit thanks! I was getting hungry anyways.” You looked at your phone as you shoved some chips in your mouth,” It’s only 6:30?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

Rodrick looked at you weirdly,” No way it's only 6.” You nodded, showing him your phone for proof. He gaped,” What the fuck?! I thought we were in there for like hours.” You looked back at Rodrick and nodded,” Mhm! Me too!”

You looked at the store window, a large poster on the display window caught your eyes. “Hey Rodrick, how far is the mall from here?” He shrugged, “ Like less than a 20 minute drive, why?”

You thought back to the time you ran from mall security with your brother,” Wanna go, I have an idea.” Rodrick started up the car,” Oh yeah? What is it?” You looked at him as you replied,” Remember when I told you that I had to run from mall security? That was because I poured a bottle of dish soap in the fountain.”

Rodrick was laughing in disbelief,” Holy shit! I’m definitely up to doing that! Where are we gonna find dish soap though?” You shrugged, we could always take some hand or body soap from Bath and Bodyworks.”

Rodrick smirked and pulled out of the 7/11 lot ,” Sounds like a plan, let’s do this!” The drive to the mall was as short as Rodrick said it would be, the mall’s not-so-busy parking lot showed that you might be able to pull this off.

You looked over at Rodrick, his natural brown hair made you realize something,” Shit! Rodrick, do you have anything I could cover my hair with?” Rodrick nodded and opened the van door, he smelt a sweater and tossed it to you.

It was a simple checkered hooded jacket, you zipped it up to hide your outfit and you gave Rodrick a thumbs up. Entering the bustling mall was trippy due to your intoxicated mindset, the music over the loud speakers sounding like it was glitching.

You looked over to Rodrick, a smile plastered onto your face,” I’m losing my shit right now.” Rodrick laughed, nodding in agreement. He led you to an escalator,” C’mon this way.” The smell of the Bath and Body Works was invasive, various smells invaded your senses, causing your nose to burn slightly.

You ushered Rodrick over to the body gels and hand soaps, keeping a watchful eye for any cameras or peeping employees. You put on your hood, and tried to shove as many things as you could in the large sweater sleeves, Rodrick followed your move.

You were glad that the mall was close to closing, the overworked employees more focused on closing than the two high teenagers in their store. You looked at Rodrick, nodding to silently tell him that you were good and you should now exit.

You both semi-ran out of the store, and you made your way to one of the down escalators. You could hear Rodrick’s footsteps behind you as you made your way to what you were here for. The fountain was large, it had water jets shooting upwards with tinier water streams surrounding it.

It was perfect, the pressure of the jets would definitely allow all the soap you poured in to bubble up nicely. You sat down on the fountain ledge, gesturing for Rodrick to sit next to you, and he did. Inside your sleeve, you slowly began to unscrew a soap bottle, and you dumped its contents into the fountain.

You saw Rodrick doing the same, a small layer of suds was starting to coat the water. You laughed slightly, pouring in more and more to empty your sleeves of the bottles. “Rodrick, I’m all out of soap, are you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, we should throw these out over there.” You nodded, following him to a trash can. Suddenly, mall security raced past you two. Curiously you glanced over, watching him stop at the fountain that was now filled with milky white bubbles, that kept slowly growing in numbers.

You laughed in disbelief, elbowing Rodrick to get him to look. He looked at you, head turning to what you were viewing. Soon, he let out laughs of his own, the security guard was frantic, shouting for someone to turn it off.

Suddenly he turned, red in the face, and eyes narrowed in on the both of you. You and Rodrick looked at eachother, his amused glance caused you to smile at him, but suddenly, the security was charging at you both.

You laughed, quickly turning on your heel and sprinting for the exit. Rodrick was running right next to you, a smile plastered onto his face. The exit was in sight, instead of waiting for the automatic doors, you both shoved open the manual ones.

THUD

You almost fell to the ground with laughter, the security guard had run face first into the automatic doors which just so happened to be out of order. Rodrick’s cackling could be heard beside you as he led you to the van.

You both got in, panting and out of breath from the chase. You looked over at each other, breathless. You couldn’t stop the smile that overtook you, both of your laughter filled the air of the van.

Buzzz Buzzz

Rodrick quickly shuffled for his now vibrating phone,” Hey…” He was cut off by yelling that you could clearly hear. “Rodrick Heffley! Young man, where are you!”

You winced at the shrill screeches of Mrs.Heffley. He held the phone to his ear using his shoulder, pulling out of the parking lot as he talked,” Geez, sorry I was at the mall with [Y/N].” He nodded as if she could see him,” Yeah, yeah sorry, I won’t do it again.”

He tossed his phone to the cup holder as his mom hung up. You laughed,” Soooo, how mad is she?” He shrugged,” Not too mad, but I should still get home.” You nodded. The drive home felt shorter than the drive there, but maybe it was because you were coming down from your high. Rodrick pulled into the driveway and you got out of his car.

Rodrick watched as you walked across the street. He walked inside his house once he saw them enter their home. Walking in, he was met with the smug look of his mother, he narrowed his eyes. “Sooo,” she chirped up, clearly excited,” [Y/N] huh, did you two have fun.”

He rolled his eyes,” Yeah mom, we had fun.” She looked at him, her own eyes narrowing,” But not too much fun, right?” Rodrick groaned and rolled his eyes,” God mom!” She scoffed,” What?! I just want to make sure that you’re being safe.”

He ignored the rest of his mom’s rant as he walked up the sets of stairs. Finally in his attic, he changed into some simple pajamas, and opened his blinds. Looking into his friend’s room shamelessly, he saw them sitting on their bed.

They looked over, his face warming up, as he was caught staring. They waved at him and he waved back. He could easily make out what they were mouthing at him, ‘Thanks for today it was fun.’

He spoke back, hoping they would be able to decipher what he was saying, “No, thanks to you for hanging out with me today.” He could feel his face getting warmer as he recalled the earlier teachings that happened in his van.

They smiled, ‘Yeah. That was fun.’ Rodrick smiled,” Totally! We should smoke again in my van sometime.” He watched their expression morph into excitement, ‘Yeah, we should. Give me your number so that we can talk about it more.’

Rodrick mouthed his number, hoping they got it right. The notification he got when they were done typing showed that they did. Their text was simple, ‘hey rodrick!:)’ He quickly saved your contact under your name, and typed a quick message back.

‘Hey [Y/N]. dont know how u didnt have my number yet.’ Their reply was almost instant, ‘i know right! i thought i gave u mine by now.’ They talked about random things after that, like who’s gonna be invited to the van sesh and when it’s gonna be.

You had fun hanging out with Rodrick today, you wanted to text him more, but you were sobering up now and you were tired. You shot Rodrick a quick goodnight text and waved to him before you shut your curtains.

Turning off the lights, you quickly fell asleep due to the events of today.

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donttalkaboutmemes · 2 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast (1991) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 110+ lyrics from the 1991 version of Beauty and the Beast to use for your enjoyment!

Belle

1. “It’s a quiet village, every day like the one before.”

2. “Little town full of little people waking up to say bonjour.”

3. “There goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls to sell.”

4. “Every morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town.”

5. “Look there she goes. That girl is strange, no question.”

6. “No denying she’s a funny girl.”

7. “I need six eggs!”

8. “There must be more than this provincial life!”

9. “Look there she goes. That girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she’s feeling well.”

10. “What a puzzle to the rest of us.”

11. “Oh! Isn’t this amazing?”

12. “It’s my favorite part because, you’ll see, here’s where she meets Prince Charming. But she won’t discover that it’s him til chapter three.”

13. “It’s no wonder that her name means beauty. Her looks have got no parallel.”

14. “Behind that fair façade, I’m afraid she’s rather odd.”

15. “She’s nothing like the rest of us.”

16. “Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she’s gorgeous and I fell.”

17. “Here in town there’s only she who’s as beautiful as me.”

18. “Look there he goes! Isn’t he dreamy?”

19. “Be still my heart. I’m hardly breathing.”

20. “He’s such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome brute.”

21. “Look there she goes, a girl who’s strange but special.”

22. “It’s a pity and a sin she doesn’t quite fit in.”

23. “She really is a funny girl.”

Belle (Reprise)

24. “I want much more than this provincial life.”

25. “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell.”

26. “For once it might be grand to have someone understand I want so much more than they’ve got planned.”

Gaston

27. “Gosh it disturbs me to see you [name] looking so down in the dumps.”

28. “Every guy here’d love to be you [name], even while taking your lumps.”

29. “There’s no one in town as admired as you. You’re everyone’s favorite guy.”

30. “Everyone’s awed and inspired by you, and it’s not very hard to see why.”

31. “No one’s slick as [name].”

32. “No one’s quick as [name].”

33. “No one’s necks as incredibly thick as [name].”

34. “There’s no man in town half as manly. Perfect, a pure paragon.”

35. “You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley and they’ll tell you who’s team they prefer to be on.”

36. “No one’s been like [name] a kingpin like [name].”

37. “No one’s got a swell cleft in his chin like [name].”

38. “As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating.”

39. “My, what a guy!”

40. “No one fights like [name].”

41. “In a wrestling match nobody bites like [name].”

42. “There’s no one as burly and brawny.”

43. “As you see I’ve got biceps to spare.”

44. “Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny.”

45. “Every last bit of me’s covered with hair.”

46. “When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs every morning to held me get large, and now that I’m grown I eat five dozen eggs so I’m roughly the size of a barge.”

47. “I use antlers in all of my decorating.”

Gaston (Reprise)

48. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking. A dangerous past time, I know.”

49. “His sanity’s only so-so.”

50. “The wheels in my head have been turning since I looked at that loony old man.”

51. “Right now I’m evolving a plan.”

52. “No one plots like [name], takes cheap shots like [name].”

53. “His marriage we soon’ll be celebrating!”

Be Our Guest

54. “Be our guest.”

55. “Put our service to the test.”

56. “Tie your napkin ‘round your neck, Cherie, as we provide the rest.”

57. “We only live to serve!”

58. “Try the gray stuff, it’s delicious. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!”

59. “This is France and a dinner here is never second best.”

60. “Go on unfold your menu, take a glance and then you’ll be our guest.”

61. “We’ll prepare and serve with flair a culinary cabaret.”

62. “You’re alone and you’re scared, but the banquets all prepared.”

63. “No one’s gloomy or complaining while the flatwears entertaining.”

64. “It’s all in perfect taste, that you can bet.”

65. “Come on and lift your glass. You’ve won your own free pass.”

66. “If you’re stressed, it’s fine dining we suggest.”

67. “Life is so unnerving for a servant who’s not serving. He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon.”

68. “Ah, those good old days when we were useful. Suddenly those good old days are gone.”

69. “Ten years we’ve been rusting, needing so much more than dusting. Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills.”

70. “Most days we just lay about the castle, flabby, fat, and lazy. You walk in and oops-a-daisie!”

71. “It’s a guest! Sakes alive, well I’ll be blessed!”

72. “Wine’s been poured and thank the lord I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed.”

73. “With dessert she’ll want tea. And my dear, that’s fine with me.”

74. “Heavens sake is that a spot? Clean it up! We want the company impressed.”

75. “Is it one lump or two for you our guest?”

76. “Our command is your request.”

77. “It’s ten years since we’ve had anybody here and we’re obsessed.”

78. “Tonight you’ll prop your feet up, but for now let’s eat up.”

Something There

79. “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined.”

80. “Now he’s dear and so unsure. I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”

81. “She glanced this way. I thought I saw.”

82. “When we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw.”

83. “No it can’t be, I’ll just ignore. But then she’s never looked at me that way before.”

84. “New and a bit alarming, who’d have ever thought that this could be?”

85. “True that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see.”

86. “Well, who’d have thought?”

87. “Who’d have guessed they’d come together on their own?”

88. “We’ll wait and see a few days more. There may be something there that wasn’t there before.”

89. “Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.”

Beauty and the Beast

90. “Tale as old as time, true as it can be.”

91. “Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.”

92. “Just a little change. Small to say the least.”

93. “Both a little scared, neither one prepared.”

94. “Ever just the same.”

95. “Ever a surprise.”

96. “Ever as before.”

97. “Ever just as sure as the sun will rise.”

98. “Tune as old as song.”

99. “Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change. Learning you were wrong.”

100. “Certain as the sun rising in the east.”

101. “Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.”

The Mob Song

102. “We’re not safe until he’s dead.”

103. “He’ll come stalking us at night.”

104. “Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite.”

105. “He’ll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free.”

106. “It’s time to take some action, boys. It’s time to follow me.”

107. “Through the mist, through the woods, through the darkness and the shadows. It’s a nightmare but it’s one exciting ride.”

108. “Say a prayer then we’re there at the drawbridge of a castle and there’s something truly terrible inside.”

109. “It’s a beast. He’s got fangs, razor sharp ones. Massive paws, killer claws for the feast.”

110. “Hear him roar, see him foam, but we’re not coming home ‘til he’s dead. Good and dead!”

111. “Kill the beast!”

112. “Light your torch, mount your horse.”

113. “Screw your courage to the sticking place.”

114. “We’re counting on [name] to lead the way through a mist to a wood where within a haunted castle something’s lurking that you don’t see everyday.”

115. “We won’t rest ‘til he’s good and deceased.”

116. “We don’t like what we don’t understand. In fact it scares us.”

117. “This monster is mysterious at least.”

118. “Hearts ablaze, banners high we go marching into battle, unafraid although the danger’s just increased.”

119. “Raise the flag. Sing the song. Here we come, we’re fifty strong.”

#ask meme #rp meme #sentence meme #askbox meme #roleplaying meme #lyric meme #disney meme #beauty and the beast

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound.

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest.

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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