#Side note but I think the little graphics of their eyes are cute

[rev-velvet]

Hey everyone how's it-OH GOOD HEAVES!!!

THE THEME IS PAST VS. PRESENT VS. FUTURE!!?!!

[singmyaubade]

Growing Pains

poly!marauders x female!reader

summary: you are in desperate need of a job, and the marauders are in desperate need of a babysitter, what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ | age gap between marauders & reader (not heavily identified) | reader is 21 + | mature language.

author's note: hello everyone! so i have multiple poly!marauder fics going on at this very moment (i know) but this was something that came to me and i thought it would be so cute to write since i never really dip my toes into this kind of normal au's. but please enjoy!

! divers by @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics !

Being unemployed right out of university was not part of your plan.

You knew that it wasn’t unusual to be unemployed after attending university, but you also had high expectations for yourself.

Originally, you were going to intern at your father’s law firm for a while just to get on your feet, while living in your own studio apartment, which he would pay for—his reward for you ‘stepping up’ straight out of university.

After that, you planned to gain some experience and then be able to work at an actual law firm—not just intern—and pay off your studio apartment on your own.

But, as usual, you and your father had gotten into a blown-out, heated argument about your future. All you had said was that you ‘wanted to do some writing on the side’ during dinner, and everything blew up when he claimed that ‘writing is unreliable and wouldn’t get you anywhere in life,’ which only pissed you off.

It ended with you saying some things you didn’t regret, but maybe should have, and him cutting you off financially, retracting the offer at his law firm.

Instead of groveling, you let your stubbornness take over, storming out and having to find somewhere to live as soon as possible.

Thankfully, your cousin, who had graduated a few years before you, was openly looking for a roommate and wasn’t charging a high rate. You took the offer immediately, but finding a job was a real pain in the ass.

Every place you tried to intern at said you didn’t have enough experience or was in competition with your father’s law firm.

And every place you applied to—whether it was as a barista, waitress, assistant, etc.—rejected you.

For no reason, might you add.

You were growing hopeless and severely depressed. Mary was finding it quite hard to comfort you lately, especially since you were holed up in your room, refusing to leave.

She didn’t even think you went out to use the bathroom.

So eventually, when you came out of your room for your 8 PM coffee, she confronted you.

“Y/N,” She sighed, looking at you as you wrapped yourself in a blanket, dark circles under your eyes. “I love you a lot, but I need you to bloody get it together!”

You groaned. “What do I have to live for if no one will hire me and I’m just unsuccessful?” You sulked. “I mean, I’m going to be living with you until you and Lily have kids!” You screeched, horrified.

Mary looked spooked. “I pray not,” She replied, walking over to you and cupping your cheeks in her hands. “You just need to have more faith in yourself—and maybe a little boost,” She said, letting go and sitting on the counter. “Which is why I got you that little boost and got you a job!” She said excitedly, grinning as you looked at her in shock.

“Wait, what?” You responded. “Doing what? And how?” You asked nervously as her grin widened.

“Well, it’s a full-time babysitting gig,” She said happily, swinging her legs.

“So, a nanny?” You asked, sounding a bit deflated.

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll be living with them, but yeah, kind of,” She said, as you hummed.

“And you know the parents?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh, like the back of my hand,” She said calmly as if your question was ridiculous.

“I mean, should I text them or anything? Or at least let them get to know me before I start babysitting for them?” You asked nervously.

Mary waved you off. “They’re really chill, they’ll love you,” She said happily as she hopped off the counter.

“Wait, but—” You tried to speak again, but Mary wasn’t having it.

“I’ll send you their address. You have to be there at 10 AM!” she yelled before heading to her room.

That wasn’t very informative.

You were never this nervous. You really didn’t want to mess this up. Your palms were sweaty, and you were worried they'd think something was wrong with you, maybe unfit to handle kids if you were this nervous over meeting the parents. And Mary hadn’t even bothered to give you any info about the family—no names, no details about their children.

What made it worse was that you couldn’t decide what to wear. You wanted something casual but presentable, something that said 'I’m approachable, but not a slob.'

You were pretty sure the wife wouldn't appreciate anything too scandolous, and a single dad might misread it.

You ended up choosing a red and green Christmas sweater, mom jeans, and Mary Jane’s—comfortable enough, you thought, to handle kids.

Unfortunately, your timing didn’t match. Without a car (since your dad had cut you off), you had to bike there. And to make matters worse, you’d burned your toast and didn’t have time to make more. You were late, pedaling as fast as you could, praying your GPS was right.

You finally arrived at a beautiful suburban house—exactly what you imagined when you thought of a family of four. The house had a neat front yard, a doormat, and was surrounded by well-kept homes. Taking a deep breath, you rang the doorbell and quickly checked your reflection. Your hair was a mess, but you didn't have time to fix it before the door swung open.

A man with black hair, a black button-up shirt, and tattoos on his arms greeted you. He was strikingly handsome with a charming smile. And.. great, you were already crushing on the dad.

"Hey, you must be Y/N, the babysitter Mary recommended," He said with a grin, extending his hand. "We were expecting you—come on in."

The house felt warm and homey, with photos of kids everywhere and Christmas decorations all over. Toys were scattered on the living room floor but not in a messy way—just lived in.

"Sorry about the mess," The man said, laughing and running a hand through his hair. "You’ve arrived during morning madness."

"Oh, it’s fine," You replied, feeling flustered. "The decorations are lovely."

"They kind of went overboard this year," He chuckled.

Before you could say anything else, another man entered the room—a tall, broad figure with light brown hair, wearing a white button-up shirt and brown slacks. Scars marked his face, but they somehow added to how pretty he was.

“Sirius,” The man grumbled, “I told you to tidy up an hour ago,” He sent an annoyed look his way,

"Remus," The new man said, extending a hand. "Apologies for the chaos. It’s never this untidy."

"Yes, it is," Sirius teased. Remus shot him a look, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s nice to meet you both," You said with a smile. "Your home is beautiful. It reminds me of my family’s place."

Remus looked relieved. "We’re glad to have you. Can I get you anything? A glass of water?" He asked.

"I think I’m fine," You answered kindly as Remus led you to the couch.

Sirius sat next to you, creating a situation where you were sandwiched between the two men. You felt a little nervous, but they looked extremely comfortable.

"So, Mary didn’t tell us much about you," Remus started.

"She just gave us your last name and I didn't think it would be kind to search you up," Sirius added.

You laughed nervously. "Yeah, she can be a bit mysterious for no reason."

Sirius noticed you fidgeting and put a hand on your knee. "We’re just happy to get to know you ourselves," He said with a kind smile.

"Well, ask me anything," You said, trying to calm your nerves.

"Anything?" Sirius asked with a teasing smile. You flushed, and Remus shot him a warning look.

"How old are you?" Remus asked.

"21," You answered.

"Ah, the responsible age," Sirius joked, "How has it been?" He asked, trying to make you more comfortable.

"It’s been good," You replied. "More responsibilities now, its been a bit hectic."

"Out of school?" Remus asked.

"Yeah, just finished," You said with a smile.

"What did you study?" He continued.

"Criminal Justice with a minor in Creative Writing."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Remus here is a bit of a writer himself."

You perked up. "Really?"

Remus chuckled. "Just write novels here and there."

"Which ones?" You asked eagerly, looking at him in excitement.

"Probably haven’t heard of them," Remus said, shrugging. "The Idea of the Unknown was one that was popular for a bit," He added casually, and your eyes widened.

"Wait, you wrote The Idea of the Unknown?" You asked in disbelief.

He laughed. "Yeah, that’s me."

He seemed completely nonchalant as he mentioned one of the books that had shaped your entire view on life. You were amazed by how humble he could be about it.

And then it clicked,

He was one of your all time favorite authors.

You almost fainted. "You’re the Remus Lupin?" You asked, excited.

"Surprised you know my work," He said. "I didn’t think your age group read my books."

"I love your books!" You exclaimed. "The story between Ophelia and Duke had me crying for weeks after the ending."

Remus smiled warmly. "I spent fifteen years perfecting that ending. Glad it made an impact."

"But we're glad you love his work," Sirius teased, a sly grin painting his face.

You blushed, mortified. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to turn this into a meet and greet. I swear I’m not a stalker."

Sirius laughed. "Honestly, this just makes us more sure about you. At least we know you have taste." He nudged your shoulder jokingly.

You felt a bit guilty for not asking more about their kids. "So, what are their names?"

You pointed to a picture of two kids—a boy with dark hair and hazel eyes, and a shy-looking girl with long brown hair. They were both in front of the Christmas tree with matching Rudolph pajamas as the boy smiled confidently in front of the camera and the little girl hid behind him.

"Harry is almost four—he’s a bit of a handful, but he’s brave. Ruby’s shy, but she’s a clever little thing." Remus says, "And don't be fooled by either of them, they love to prank people and be up to no good,"

"They’re both adorable," You said. "I’m sure I’ll love them."

Remus checked his watch. "Actually, they should be back from their walk about now."

And just as he said that, the door opened, and in came a tall man with glasses and black hair that was shorter than Sirius's, carrying Ruby on his back and with Harry hanging from his leg.

Yet another handsome man.

"Okay, go to your daddies," The man said, setting Ruby down. She rushed over to Sirius, while Harry went to Remus, peppering him with questions.

The man turned to you. "And who’s this?" He asked with a grin.

You felt your heart race. "I’m Y/N, the new babysitter," You said, extending a hand.

"James," He said, then surprised you by pulling you into a hug. "Nice to meet you."

Sirius laughed. "He’s a hugger." He picked up Ruby as she pulled on his long locks of hair, earning a pained groan from him as he put her back down, "Not nice," He jokingly pouted as he rubbed his head.

You were too busy by James's embrace to be fully locked on to the kids as his scent infiltrated your nose. James smelled like maple syrup and firewood, and it almost made you dizzy.

When he pulled back, he grinned. "We’re glad to have you."

"Yeah, we need a new face around here," Sirius added as Ruby shyly hid behind his legs.

"Come on, Ruby, say hello," James coaxed, looking at the little girl and nodding his head to you as she went towards you in a shy manner, "She won't bite," James added, trying to help.

You kneeled down to her level. "Unless you want me to," You joked, making her giggle.

"My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?"

"Ruby," She said quietly.

"That’s a pretty name," You said. "You’re pretty too."

Ruby smiled shyly, and you stood up to find a little Harry already approaching you.

"Do you have cookies?" He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Not yet," You laughed.

"Bwoo," Harry pouted, moving over to James as he picked him up.

"Looks like you’re going to be a good fit,"

[jobean12-blog]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Bucky are friends and it's clear you both want more but you fight it, scared of your feelings and ruining what you have together. But spending some quality time together can't be such a bad idea...right?

Author's Note: I just needed some fluffiness. So here we are. The little girl in this (niece) is probably around 6ish-7. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy! 🥰

Warnigns: soft and sweet fluff, some flirting, tension, teasing, lots of cute.

You order your second drink from the barista and weave through the small line to get back to your table. Most of the staff here know you by name and don’t mind that you spend a few hours of your weekend morning enjoying a drink (or three) and reading.

Settling back into the chair you grab your book and try to find where you left off. The door to the shop opens and cool breeze blows in. Taking your warm cup between your fingers you lift it to your lips, hoping the heat will seep into your bones, when you hear your name.

You blink up to see Bucky standing near the counter and a different kind of warmth rushes through your body. His hair is messy, and he’s dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, as if he’s just been out for a run. Even a little sweaty, he looks better than should be allowed.

He pulls out his wallet to pay and your eyes drop automatically to the way the damp tee shirt clings to his shoulders and dips in at his waist, down to where his hip bones…

The sound of the chair scraping along the floor makes you snap your head up to meet his eyes, blue and clearly amused to have caught you ogling him.

He sits across from you, stretching his arms out on the table, and takes his time doing his own, totally blatant, inspection.

You raise a brow.

“Little chilly for a run, isn’t it?” you say.

He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink.

“Let me guess though, as usual, you’re not cold at all.”

He aims a smile at you, ignoring your teasing remark.

“So,” you start, trying again, “what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkle and he leans forward to push the book in your hands upward, positioning it so he can see the front cover.

“Lookin’ for you doll,” he says simply before reading the title.

“Enjoying your romance?” he asks after, his smile growing wider.

It’s your turn to shrug and you place your bookmark inside the book and close it.

Under the table he stretches his long legs out in front of him and brackets each of his feet against yours, the sides of your legs touching.

“Well?” he asks again.

“I just started it. The tension is building…you know a slow burn, but I think it has potential.”

He stares at you, relaying so much in his expression: just like us?

“Want to get some dinner later?”

“Actually, I have plans,” you tell him.

His expression falls just the tiniest amount.

“Plans?”

“My brother and Marie have a wedding to go to and I promised I’d watch Samantha.”

“Babysitting!” he states. “Now that sounds fun.”

You give him a look and start to gather your things.

“I need to do a few errands before I head over.”

You stand and hook your bag over your shoulder before pushing the chair in. He stands and reaches forward to untwist the strap.

“Ok.”

You stand there, the obvious question (and tension) hanging between you.

“Do you want to babysit with me?” you ask. “Even though I’m sure you’ll find it totally boring.”

“I’ve hung out with Sam’s kids a lot. They’re fun.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you watch the smooth line of his throat as he swallows.

“Soooo…you want to come?”

“Why not?”

“You might be bored out of your mind.”

His smile melts your insides.

“Maybe doll, but wouldn’t it be more fun if we’re bored together?”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “There will probably be tea parties, and dolls, and a makeover.”

He follows as you head toward the door and holds it open.

“Thanks,” you say.

He smiles. “I’m sure. It’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“Ok, great!”

“So, what time?” he asks.

“Five. And you have to bring pizza and let her do your hair if she asks.”

“You know…and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re a great babysitter.”

You wiggle your toes, feet propped up on the coffee table and still drying from the bright pink nail polish Samantha painted on.

Bucky grins at you from across the way where he’s sitting with Sam at a small table, in an even smaller chair, in the middle of what appears to be a very fancy tea party.

His usually soft, floppy hair is spiky now, tied up by bright hair ties in about ten tiny, crazy ponytails.

He leans toward Sam conspiratorially and shoves his thumb in your direction. “I told you she thinks I’m great.”

Sam slides some decorative barrettes into his mess of hair. “And you said cute.”

“You mean you said you’re cute,” you explain, eyeing Bucky. “I never said such a thing.”

“I never said you said it…” Bucky counters and politely thanks Sam when she gives him more tea. “But I know you’re thinking it. Especially right now.”

He throws you a little wink.

Sam smiles at Bucky then at you.

“I think he looks cute!” she says sweetly.

You stand and walk over to them, kissing the top of Sam’s head and without thinking, brushing a finger over a piece of Bucky’s hair that’s come loose.

“Well, you definitely get points for being a good sport.”

You expect him to shoot back with some snarky comment about “points” meaning a blow job or something, but instead he just says, “I’m havin’ fun doll.”

“Do you want more tea?” Sam asks you.

“No thanks baby. It’s getting late and I don’t want to drink anymore. It might keep us up.”

“Well,” she starts with some sass, “I’m not tired.”

She turns back to her dolls and then adds, “and I want to keep playing with Bucky. Don’t you think he’s nice?”

Bucky snickers and you lightly smack the back of his head but before you can answer Sam she continues with another addition to Bucky’s lovely attributes.

“And cute?”                                     

You kneel down beside her, smoothing your hands over her cheeks.

“He is nice,” you say.

“And?”

Her sweet voice once again has some sass.

“And cute,” you add with a roll of your eyes.

Bucky’s eyes light up in triumph and you can’t stop your smile.

“It’s late. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Her lip sticks out and her eyes grow wide.

“But I’m sure Bucky can come back and play again soon. And I’ll bet we can get him to read you a story before bed.”

That seems to placate her for the moment, and she says, “we’re going to watch Moana. He pinky promised.”

You turn to Bucky. “You pinky promised?”

He gives you a heart stopping smile.

“Guess we’re watching some Moana before bed,” you concede.

Sam agrees to pajamas and teeth brushing before the movie. The three of you settle onto the couch, Sam in Bucky’s lap and you, at her insistence, next to them. Right next to them. You’re all three crammed into one corner and she allows him to take out the hair ties and barrettes with little fuss if he promises to wear his Barbie necklace and never take it off. Ever.

Bucky agrees steadfastly and Sam beams up at him, resting her head on his chest and reaching for his hand.

He’s solid and warm at your side, and it takes a few minutes to get her settled, but soon she’s snuggled up and rather pleased with herself.

Her hand looks positively tiny in his and you keep blinking down to it, marveling at how much bigger he is than her and how absolutely soft and gentle he’s being.

You try desperately to pay attention to the movie. You love Moana. But it’s hard to follow along amid the internal crisis you’re having over his holding her hand and snuggling with her. It’s not sexy. Not sexy at all.

Some time later, Bucky’s voice breaks into your thoughts: “I think she’s out doll.”

You look over to meet his eyes, and in the low light flickering from the TV he’s all sharp jawline and lush lips. The ends of his dark lashes glow against the screen.

“Is she asleep?” he asks you.

You blink out of your stupor before you understand what he’s asking and lean forward to check. Sure enough, her eyes are closed, her breaths soft and even.

“Yep, out like a light. Nice work.”

“I do make a pretty good bed,” he smirks. “But I’m sure the two slices of pizza and cookies did most of the work.”

“No really, “you whisper. “This whole night…you’re amazing. You waltz in here with dinner and cookies and your dreamboat smile, all sweet and charming. You made this whole thing easy. Well done Barnes.”

“You think I’m charming?” he says, and grins.

The light from the TV accents the way his face softens then he smiles, and you have to look away.

“Is that all you took out of that whole thing” you ask.

“I also got sweet, dreamboat…easy.”

You laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Of course you did.”

Bucky chuckles softly and rearranges Sam on his lap.

“But really, this was fun. “Sam is a real cutie, and you know I love hangin’ out with you.”

You swallow and try to make sense of what you’re feeling, wanting to explain it to him.

A beat of silence passes between you, and he looks over at the TV. You know you’ve been quiet too long when he clears his throat and shifts next to you.

The air between you is crackling with charge and you’re finding it difficult to deal.

He leans in and tilts his head to look at you. You shift forward and he’s so close, close enough that you can feel each breath and count the tiny patches of gray hairs that line his cheek. His eyes drop to your mouth and back up and he’s asking if this is okay, giving you time to close the distance or pull away.

You want to kiss him.

It takes the smallest effort on your part before you feel him, the barest brush of his lips, the slight catch in his breath against your own. He smells like the six chocolate chip cookies he ate after dinner, and your mouth nearly waters, imagining how good he’ll taste.

Without thinking you close your eyes and part your lips and…

Sam makes a small sound in her sleep and says your name.

You and Bucky exhale like you’ve been holding your breath, before he sits back, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Am I an awful person that I would have given her a thousand bucks to sleep for ten more minutes?” he asks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you laugh. “Only ten?”

He stares at you, watching you settle back against the couch. After a few minutes you feel his finger brush absently along your wrist.

You wonder if his fingers itch like yours whenever he’s around, or if he feels the same tug-of-war inside his chest.

Unable to control the nerves firing rapidly inside your brain you make your hand move, keeping your eyes straight ahead and focused on the TV while turning your palm over and twisting your fingers with his.

He tightens his grip.

Sam is softly breathing with her head resting against your shoulder and after only a few moments of hesitation, you feel Bucky do the same.

The weight of him next to you, so strong and warm, feels comfortable and safe, and soon your eyelids droop. You sink farther into the couch and Bucky, falling asleep to the sounds of The Rock singing, “you’re welcome.”

It can’t be too long after when the front door opens. You vaguely hear footsteps and blink several times before you can make out your brother standing in front of you, holding his phone in his outstretched arm.

“What are you…are you taking a picture?” you ask, voice groggy.

“Do you have any idea how cute you two are?” he asks, looking at this phone before turning the screen toward you.

“That’s super-creeptastic bro.”

You feel Bucky stir next to you and he sits up with a start.

“Relax Barnes,” you brother says. “I’m not gonna beat you up for catching you with the babysitter.”

You realize that you and Bucky are still holding hands, and you pull yours away, ignoring the way you can still feel his palm against your own.

“Really creepy,” you say, gently handing over Sam to your brother.

“How was she?” he asks, smoothing her hair.

“An angel, like always. But she might be marrying Bucky. So, there’s that.”

Your brother laughs. “She could do a lot worse,” he says, then motions that he’s going to put her to bed.

You say goodbye and Bucky walks you out to your car. You stand across from each other, pretending that you didn’t just barely kiss and that you weren’t holding hands. Regardless, things feel calm and safe.

It’s dark and you fumble for the door handle, opening the car to set your bag down inside. When you turn, Bucky takes your hand, looking down at the way it fits in his.

“I had a lot of fun doll. Thanks for letting me hang.”

“Are you kidding? This was the best. Thanks for coming.”

It looks like he’s about to ask you something but then thinks better of it and instead leans in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“Sure,” you answer.

On impulse, you cup his face and stretch to place the lightest kiss on his warm lips.

Stunned, he just stands there, watching as you step back and fight a smile.

His eyebrows slowly rise.

“Doll, you just kissed me.”

“Only a tiny kiss.” You smile up at him and notice the way his eyes flicker to your lips.

He doesn’t move away and instead takes a small step forward, pushing your back against your car door.

Your hand comes up from your side, moving along his chest and around to grab the back of his neck.

“Doll?”

You pull, stretching at the same time and bringing your mouth just a breath away from his.

“Are you…?”

“Just kiss me?” you whisper.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck and you trail kisses along his jaw, soft and hesitant.

His illusion of restraint shatters and he takes your face in both hands and with a groan, presses his lips against yours. He tilts your head, feeling the clench of your hands in his hair, and steps closer, sliding his hands down your back.

He tugs you as close as possible, lining all your softness up with the hard planes of his body.

When he pulls back he’s breathing heavily and he cradles your face in his hands, softly brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can I…?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Do you want…?” you whisper at the same time.

He smiles and it’s so sincere, crinkling the corners of his eyes and making you swoon.

“Yeah. Yeah I do doll.”

He kisses you again, his lips lingering before he asks, “my place or yours?”

[pomefioredove]

If you're still taking requests, I think something funny would be Idia w a reader/yuu that, in the middle of listening to him ramble (with lovey dovey eyes bc they like listening to him <3) just says. Would. Or like I want you. Like they didn't notice they were saying that out loud and now Idia and them are both dying but Ortho is just like OMG ITS HAPPENING FINALLY EXITING STAGE LEFT! hahdhahshsh I hope you get what I'm saying, completely fine if not!

I got u anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ slip of the tongue

type of post: fic characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu author's note: I know very little about video games so I stole a lot of idia's dialogue from my boyfriend. if he sees this. um. hi baby

"The designs are pretty good. I mean, they fit the same three molds, but they're unique, you know?"

Idia shows you his screen again, rolling his gaming chair to the side so you can get a better look at the game he's been explaining to you for half an hour.

"The fighting is kinda button-mashy, but the graphics are cool enough, so I don't really care,"

You haven't gotten so much as a word in for almost ten minutes now, but that doesn't bother you. You like listening to him talk.

He goes back to the game menu to show you the special features, and then to the menu again. His long, nimble fingers dance across his keyboard, as if he were made for this, and he pulls up another screen with a lot of numbers in colored text.

"The game is free, but it's got an insane file size for it. 180gb. Nothing should be that big,"

Your thoughts become a little louder as you zone out, letting his words, heavy with tech jargon and fast with excitement, become music. You can't always keep up with Idia when he starts going on tangents like this. Usually you have questions, but now, you can't think of any. You're looking more at him than the screen. He's being distractingly cute today.

You sigh, letting your thoughts rest on the tip of your tongue, and without meaning to:

"Would,"

Idia's hands jump off the keyboard, and he goes still. Oh. Shit.

He wasn't supposed to hear that.

He slowly turns to look at you, his eyes widened, his face beet-red. In your defense, you really thought he wasn't listening.

You don't say anything. Either of you. You wait. He waits. His computer eventually powers down, making the room a little darker. Finally, Idia looks away.

"...I forgot what I was saying," he mumbles.

Weird. Okay, he's just going to ignore that? Is that good or bad?

You look away, too. "Something about the file size. I think you were-"

"Did you mean that," he asks, but it's not exactly a question. More like a demand for an answer.

"Um..." you say, looking at the floor. "...Yeah, I did."

Idia narrows his eyes at you. He's quiet, studying you, your expression, your body language. For what, you don't know. Maybe he thinks you're lying. Whatever it is, though, he doesn't say.

"...Okay," he finally says, turning back to his monitor. "Well... um... at least give me some warning next time, or something. I would've dressed nicer."

You blink. Next time. "...Yeah. Okay. Next time, then,"

[if-you-soul]

Mischaracterization in the CCCC fandom: a yapsesh (alternative title: Erm... What the Gore is Going On?)

Hi. Woaw. I'm actually making that post I talked about.

So. One thing I've noticed in the CCCC fandom is this weird fixation on gore, torture, violence, etc. Usually a level of graphic content that makes your average horror flick look... pretty tame!

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy horror! I even think a horror story based around psychological conflict similar to CCCC could work well!

But is it just me, or has this fandom COMPLETELY lost track of what the characters are like in the source material?

Like. Let's be real. Nowhere in the album does Soul do gruesome surgeries on Mind, nowhere does Mind go ripping people to shreds like Doomguy, et cetera. The closest thing we have to an implication of violence is what most of us call the "Juno incident"- as even "tines stabbed through eyes" is clearly a metaphor with the next line: "that the sides have condemned."

Im gonna talk ab the characters themselves under the cut

I feel the biggest victim of this mischaracterization is Soul. In the album he's... kind of a victim, really. He toughs out being dismissed and fought over and pushed aside and outright dehumanized for so, so long. Are we seriously just... going to characterize him based solely on his lowest point in TSE? Spring and a Storm and Mucka Blucka are also songs where he's present- along with his presence in Just Apathy that the fandom seems to outright deny to keep their characterization of him as some violent, abusive monster. (Which, again, is quite literally never alluded to! He's honestly kind of a victim, if anything!)

Ohhkay. Next topic. Mind. Oh boy I have thoughts on how people characterize Mind.

He's not emotionless. If you believe this, you've fallen for his stoic facade. All of his songs are just. So full of so much rage. Maybe even a little bit of grief and sadness and fear, masked by said rage. He isn't some emotionless robot- (Heart calls him an automaton as an insult, but that's another rant.) and honestly it feels like such a disservice to such an interesting character with so much unexplored depth to portray him as such.

Heart. Oh boy. Where do I start. Heart what did they do to you.

Heart is the emotional side, yes, but that isn't just some... smol innocent uwu baby who cries all the time. Emotions aren't small and cute and timid. They're INTENSE and PASSIONATE and EXHAUSTING. Strong emotions leave you so, so drained, good OR bad. This is so much more interesting than portraying him as some "uwu hai dere!!" type of character. Which is nowhere in the album.

Whole is hardly even a character. Soul worshipping and praying to whole is fanon.

This fandom's weird obsession with creating shock gore and one-upping each other in a violence competition has spiraled pretty far out of control, and it's honestly crazy. How do you go from an album about internal conflict to violence that would make even the cast of Resident Evil cringe? Brah.

Final notes uhhh. Soul is a victim who got pushed to his limit, not an evil heartless abuser. Mind is angry and unstable and hurt, not some emotionless robot. Heart is the entire emotional spectrum, not some innocent baby. Ok i . I think that's all. Have a good one

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✨Masterlist✨ A03

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✨One Shots/Drabbles✨

Avalanche: Wolf! Joel Drabble

Always In My Heart: Losing a pet is never easy, but you’re not alone because Joel is right there with you, keeping you afloat.

Birthday Blues: Joel spends his birthday sulking on the porch, regretting the mistakes of his past. Just when he thinks he’ll spend his birthday alone, you come around and turn his cloudy skies into sunshine.

Caught In the Act: Thinking you’re home alone, you decide to unwind in bed, but the last thing you expect is to have Joel Miller, the man you’re renting a room from, find you naked in bed.

Clouded Skies Drabble

Comfort in His Arms: A little Drabble about enjoying the sunrise while you’re being comforted and held by Joel. Soft, gentle, warm. He’s your forever.

Crimson Ties: Joel was a creature of the night, a monster who begged to be released from his curse. He wasn’t a good man, didn’t think he deserved anything that shined light on his dark soul. But there was you, the girl he so desperately wanted to stick around, if only for one more night.

Dominate Me: dom! reader x sub! Joel. You dominate Joel in the bedroom, and he takes every demand you give him.

Fading Into Lilac Skies: You never meant to fall for your boyfriend’s dad, but it happened. You just couldn’t stay away from those shades of blue and grey. But your favorite thing was turning them the color your soul was. Lilac.

Fall Into the Dark With Me: You’ve had your eyes on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for a while. Just like he’s had his eyes on you. He’s a sly, sneaky, teasing Slytherin, and you’re a shy, meek Hufflepuff. Will your little flirting game suddenly lead to more once he gets you alone in a room?

Happy One Year, Baby: You forget your one year anniversary with Joel and don’t remember until you see a dozen roses with a love note left on your doorstep. Since he’s away on a work trip, you decide to get all dolled up to give him a little show over FaceTime

Haunt Me: Joel isn’t all that he seems. He might be dead, might be a ghost, might somehow just be trapped in a curse, but you find him. You always find him.

Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star: You’re performing at Coachella, throwing winks and flirting with your eyes as Joel Miller watches you from the side of the stage. He’s your bodyguard, and he should know better, but he wants you just as much as you want him.

I’ve Got You, Baby Girl: After suffering all day alone with cramps, Joel comes home from work to take care of you and gives you exactly what you need.

Jealousy, Jealousy: After having a bad breakup with Joel Miller, you decide you need a night to relax at the bar and find someone new. Little do you know, Joel is there and he’s not alone. Will you let your jealousy get the best of you or will you get revenge with another man at the bar?

Love and Coffee in the Mornings: This one's just a short fluffy/smutty one shot that's filled with morning love between Joel and reader.

My Heart I Surrender: Feelings and words never come easy to Joel, but they come out slowly and surely for you. So much angst coming off the pages on this story, and it's all in Joel's POV.

My Paper Heart Will Fold: Joel fights himself over his feelings for you, not wanting to admit they’re there. He finally comes to blatant terms that he can’t lose you. He can’t ever lose you. Not ever.

My, My, Such a Sweet Surprise: When you stumble upon a cute little property with a farmer’s market, you get more than you bargain for when you meet the man with honeysuckle eyes and a thick Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

On My Knees for You: You’re supposed to be getting ready for a Halloween party, but maybe you’ll just have to be late because all you can think about is getting on your knees and making Joel Miller feel so good.

Pulled by the Scarlet Reins: In the hate filled town of Salem, no one is safe. With accusations flying daily, no one is spared from speculation. When the blame is pointed at you, who will be there to defend you?

Run Rabbit: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Show Some Self Control: It's your birthday, and Joel can't deny you from wanting to explore being with another woman, so he indulges. He sits and watches, but he can't hold back for long. Not with the way your body is writhing against the damp sheets.

Soft: Just a little Drabble about Joel being in love. So very soft.

Stay in the Light: Joel gets injured after a raider attack, and he’s wishing he could’ve told you all the feelings he held back from you for so long

Take Me to Wonderland: You find yourself in Wonderland, but you think you’ve been here before. And the handsome stranger, Joel Miller, is someone that definitely seems familiar.

Teach Me a Lesson, Mr. Miller: Tonight, you planned for beer, loud music, and sloppy sex with one of your hot college classmates. Instead, you get your best friend’s dad putting you in your place.

Tongue Tied: Your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, finds you in the kitchen eating some cherries. For your birthday, he gives you something that’ll make you a little tongue tied.

Welcome to the Moulin Rouge: Welcome to the Moulin Rouge where touches and gazing eyes turn to feelings and longing that overpower all senses. That’s where Joel meets you, the girl of all his desires. The girl that starts a fire inside him that he can’t control. But he’s not the only one after her. No. And he’ll have to share even though it destroys him.

✨Series✨

Can You Please Be Mine?: (Ongoing multiple part series)

No Outbreak!Joel x fem! reader

It’s a hot summer’s day in Austin, and you’re cooling off by having a cold ice cream cone while riding the carousel at the fair. You see a handsome, older man that you think is just the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and you just wonder what it’d be like if he took you home with him.

Captured in the Woods:

(Ongoing multiple part series)

Joel Miller x fem! reader

Joel books a nice secluded Airbnb cabin out in the middle of Southwest Texas to get a little alone time with you for a weekend. Little do you know, you’re not alone. You’re being stalked by a deranged family, and you’re going to have to fight your way to make it out alive.

Crimson Tango: A Dance of Diamonds and Revenge: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Moulin Rouge Joel x fem! reader

Joel Miller doesn’t know what awaits him as he takes on a maintenance job at the Moulin Rouge. He doesn’t know he’ll meet the absolute love of his life, the Sparkling Diamond, as his world comes crashing down around him fast. Will he be able to stay away when he’s warned not to touch the dancers? Will he listen or will he challenge that pull that draws him to the one thing that sets his soul on fire?

Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller: (Ongoing multiple part series)

dbf! Joel x fem! reader

After going out with your classmate from graduate school, Mr. Miller doesn’t take so kindly to your date when he sees you out and about with the college jock. Will the older, attractive man you’ve been pining after for years finally give you what you’ve been wanting for so long? The only problem is that he’s your dad’s best friend.

Dancing With Fire: (Ongoing multiple part series)

maintenance man! Joel x ballet dancer fem! reader

You’re starring in the ballet Swan Lake, taking on the lead role in New York at a huge theater. You practice day and night and are always staying after hours. One day you notice the hot maintenance worker, Joel, and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off him. Lucky for you, he can’t keep his eyes off you either.

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost: (Completed)

pleasure dom! Joel x fem/sub! reader

After your friends drag you out to Club Inferno on a Friday night, you meet an unexpected man with dark brown eyes. That man is Joel Miller, who turns out to be the owner of the club. The menace that will turn your life upside down. After not dating for a couple of years, Joel finds out and strikes up a proposition for you. Keep coming back and he’ll make sure you experience pleasure like you’ve never felt before.

Deep Blue: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Diver! Joel Miller x marine biologist! FOC

Swimming with great white sharks was always on your bucket list. Now that you’ve graduated with your master’s degree in marine biology, that’s the only thing you want to do. Luckily your friend, Jenna, pulls some strings and gets you on a private shark diving tour. What she didn’t tell you was that your diving guide, Joel Miller, was going to be ridiculously hot. Will you survive the dive or will you end up falling for the man of your dreams?

Destined Hearts: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Joel Miller x fem! reader

After a messy break up with Joel, the two of you cross paths again unexpectedly at the lake. Everything seems to fall back into place, and you slowly start to fall back in love with him. Maybe he just might be your forever.

Enchant Me: (Ongoing multiple part series)

soft! Joel x witchy garden fem! reader

Joel delivers a custom built table to a little house out in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t realize he’s going to fall for the girl behind the doors of that small purple house. He falls head over heels for her special herbal tea, tarot card readings, and talks of nature and plants as he keeps going back to see her.

Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Bodyguard! Joel Miller x singer fem! reader

Joel’s your broad, handsome bodyguard that you flirt with and secretly dream about. Little do you know, he can’t seem to keep his eyes or his hands off you for long. The two of you should know better, but after Coachella it’s so obvious that you can’t stay away from one another. Could he be your end game?

Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries: (Ongoing multiple part series)

paleontologist! Joel x fem researcher! reader

After going under the wings of doctor Miller, the hottest paleontologist you’ve ever seen, he takes you on a little adventure as his research assistant. You’ll get more than just knowledge and dinosaurs, you’ll also end up getting the sweet scientist who can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Look for the Light: (Completed)

outbreak! Joel x fem! reader

Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

Love Amidst the Blue: (Ongoing multiple part series)

sailor! Joel x mermaid fem! reader

Joel sets out on the Tyrrhenian Sea with his crew in search for hidden treasure. What he doesn’t know is that he’ll meet a beautiful mermaid that will turn his world upside down. Will he win her over or will he introduce a long ago foe to the mermaids of the hidden underwater city of Capri?

Royalty Clad in Silver Armor: (Ongoing multiple part series)

knight! Joel x princess fem! reader

You’re the royal princess of Ireland and your parents are hounding you to find a suitable man to marry. Joel gets placed as your protector (knight in shining armor) and swears an oath to put your life before his own. But after meeting him for the first time, you don’t want to leave him alone. In fact, you can’t help but to pine after him, even though he is off limits to you.

Saddle Me Up, Cowboy: (Ongoing Mini Series)

Cowboy! Joel Miller x fem! reader

One night at the country western bar was all it took for you to fall head over heels for the sweet cowboy that swept you off your feet. Little did you know, he may be what you’ve been after your entire life.

Saving What Was Lost: (Ongoing multiple part series)

You never expected to get auctioned off in a room full of filthy rich, vile men after being taken over a year ago, but it happened. And the man that buys you, the one with soft brown eyes, just might’ve saved your life. He doesn’t want to hurt you. No. He wants to show you what it’s like to fall back in love with life.

Slip Into Me: (Completed)

QZ! Joel x fem! reader

After getting caught by a FEDRA soldier in the QZ, a certain broad smuggler comes to your rescue. He’s not at all what you expect. He’s reserved, intense, and intimidating. But you soon find out he’s not all brick walls and harsh words like you thought. You just might be the one that tears down his walls and helps him see the light again in a torn up, infected world.

Somersaults and Stealing Hearts: (Ongoing multiple part series)

Coach! Joel Miller x gymnast fem! OFC

Being a competitive gymnast at UT Austin is nothing short of hard work and dedication, but winning Nationals is all I’ve ever wanted, so I stick out the long, grueling practices. When my favorite coach leaves for another job, just when I need her most, another coach has to fill in. And that coach ends up being Joel Miller. The tall, handsome man with pretty brown eyes that I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off. I won’t let an attractive man get me distracted from what I want, but what if I end up wanting him too?

Tear You Apart: (Completed)

Outbreak! Joel x fem! reader

Joel comes for you late at night. He always does. Always stalks, chases, and prowls after you like a starving wolf. And when he catches you, he devours you, feeds on you like the animal he is. Will you run and hide or will you give into the temptation that calls you into the forest?

✨One Shots✨

Guiding Light: You watch Marcus avenge himself week after week in the pit of the arena, but how much longer will it take to make you snap? How much longer can you go on watching when he’s the only man you want?

✨One Shots✨

Javi’s Playground: Javi decides to blow off some steam at the strip club, but he doesn’t intend to attempt to take one of the dancers home with him.

✨Moodboards✨

Colors 💜

Infra-Red ❤️

[awearywritersworld]

stay as long as you need

fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji can't stop hanging around his new neighbor, even though she has a boyfriend. oh well, he knows he's better for her anyway. w/c: 1.2k tags/warnings: hurt/comfort. angst to fluff. domestic violence perpetrated by reader's boyfriend, but nothing terribly graphic; the incident is discussed after the fact, not depicted. implied age gap. protective!toji. toji actually being nice. cliche "who did this to you" moment. fem!reader a/n: WHY IS HE SO HOT??????? I JUST WANT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF MEEEEEEEEE (OR CRUSH ME WITH HIS THIGHS, IM NOT PICKY) on a less unhinged note, thanks for reading!! masterlist

"need some help?"

you nearly jump upon hearing the words, having been lost in your own little world. when you turn around, you're met with a dark haired, well built man and just the sight of him makes your cheeks feel hot.

"oh, i- um," you glance between him and the heavy box in your hands.

he's already taking it from you though, effortlessly balancing it in one hand before opening the door for you with the other.

"thanks," you squeak out, stepping inside your new apartment building.

he smirks down at you, eyes raking over your body. toji isn't exactly the good samaritan type, but for a pretty little thing like you, he can certainly make an exception.

the elevator button lights up when he presses it. "just moving in?"

"yup! third floor. getting everything up there has been quite the ordeal, so i appreciate your help," you explain sweetly.

when the metal doors slide open, he lets you step inside first.

"hm, all by yourself? no boyfriend in the picture?" well, the sorcerer killer has never been one for subtly.

"yeah, actually," you return sheepishly. "he's just out with his friends at the moment."

"that so?" you don't see the look of judgement that crosses his face, though it isn't at all directed toward you.

once you emerge on your floor, toji follows along just a step behind you. he can't help his amusement when you stop at your door. "would you look at that. i guess we're neighbors now."

his head nods toward his own apartment, just two doors down from yours. "oh good! i'm glad this wasn't too far out of your way."

"don't worry about it, wouldn't have been any trouble either way."

you offer him a bashful smile before your door clicks open, revealing quite a few boxes just inside. "you can just put that anywhere, don't mind the mess.. i'm (y/n), by the way."

"toji." he places it on top of one of the other boxes, honestly impressed that you managed to get so many upstairs by yourself. "can i have your car keys?"

he thinks the look of confusion that crosses your features is just too cute. "what for?"

he chuckles because it should be obvious, but clearly you aren't used to being taken care of. "to get the rest of your boxes, princess."

~~~

the next afternoon, toji answers a knock at his door and finds you on the other side. you've got a plate of fresh cookies in your hand, which you shyly offer to the tall man. "these are for you. thank you so much for all your help yesterday! i couldn't have done it without you."

"thanks, you didn't have to," he tells you, although he's happy you did. when he pulls them from your grasp, his hands brush yours. he invites you in, insisting he can't enjoy them alone, but really he just wants to get to know you.

and he does. over the next few weeks, you spend a surprising amount of time in one another's company. whenever he bumps into you in the hall, he'll chat with you for a while, even (or, especially) when he's running late to a job.

one day you mention that a shelf you ordered came disassembled, so he offers to come over and put it together for you. of course you show up at his door the next day with a new plate of cookies.

another morning, toji groans when he discovers that he's out of tea, but quickly realizes it's the perfect excuse to knock on your door. when it swings open, he swallows thickly, taking in your tiny shorts and thin tank top. it was obvious you'd just woken up.

you're no better than he is with the way your eyes trail over his fitted tshirt, then down to the sweatpants that hang loosely around his waist. you're both too preoccupied staring to notice the other doing the same.

"mornin', sleepy beauty," he says with a lopsided grin.

"good morning, toji." you return his smile, your greeting a saccharine melody to his ears. oh, the things he'd do to have you all to himself.

he explains his predicament and you're more than happy to invite him inside. you both sit at your kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea and chatting about your day. the domesticity off it all leaves a pleasant taste in his mouth, which is bizarre seeing as up until a few weeks ago, he'd have found the thought down right repulsive.

but he just can't get you out of his head. you're too sweet for your own good, too young to know what you deserve in a man, and he's more than willing to show you.

he knows you're not available, but makes no attempt to stifle his growing fondness toward you. after all, he'd only ever seen your boyfriend once.

you were returning from a rare afternoon out just as he was leaving to pick up something for lunch. you looked so good in your cute little dress that he hardly even noticed your boyfriend at first.

"hey, (y/n)," toji greeted you. "who's this?"

he didn't give you a chance to speak, just pulled you into his side. "her boyfriend."

"ah," he leered, his nose crinkled. "i wasn't sure since i never see you around."

your eyes flickered between the two men somewhat nervously. toji towered over your boyfriend, a feat he took great satisfaction in.

a humorless laugh came from your left. "prefer to have her over at my place."

toji didn't respond right away, just looked down at you, taking note of your quietness. he briefly recalled the time you mentioned how much it bothered you that your boyfriend never came to visit, that you always had to make the effort.

"right.. well, you're a lucky man." he looked much more smug by then, his head falling to the side. "your girl has the best cookies around."

toji moves past both of you without waiting for a reply, roughly clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder. "see you around, (y/n)."

~~~

nearly two weeks later, toji's leaving his apartment late in the evening, as his current job can really only be taken care of during the nighttime hours. he doesn't expect to see many people in the halls, so he's surprised to find you at your apartment door.

the hood of your sweatshirt is pulled over your head, obscuring your face from his view. "(y/n)?"

you don't respond, so he takes a step toward you. it's only then he notices the way your hands are trembling, struggling with the lock. he reaches out, but when his fingers brush your arm, you jump back as if you'd been completely oblivious to his presence.

"hey-" he begins to say, but stops once he sees your face. his eyes darken and his jaw tenses, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as a result.

your cheekbone is bright red, a small cut stretching across the center of the mark. your eyes watch him, wide and fearful, and you're all but frozen in place.

"who did this to you?"

he's struggling to keep his composure, the sight of your bruised face enough to have his heart hammering away angrily in his chest. you look away, tears forming in your eyes, and you can't bring yourself to respond.

"was it him?" he presses.

you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to keep from crying. "i-it's okay, though. he didn't mean it, really, and-"

"look me in the face and try that again."

you meet his gaze, somewhat unwillingly, and whimper. "i.. i can't."

he sighs quietly, his job already forgotten for the night, and moves toward you. he remembers how you flinched away from him just moments ago. "..can i touch you?"

you nod once more and he hesitantly pulls you against his chest. it's getting harder and harder to keep your emotions in check, especially with the slow circles his hand is drawing on your back.

"i was so scared, toji," you finally admit, voice barely above a whisper.

"i know, but you're safe now. won't let 'im touch you ever again," he promises, fully intent on keeping it.

his words push you over the edge and you grab at his shirt as you begin to weep, your knees buckling beneath you. he supports your weight, rocking you back and forth. "you're okay. it's going to be okay."

after a minute or two, he finally hears you take a shaky breath and relief fills his chest at the sound. "see? just like that, baby. in and out."

you do as he says and after a few more breaths, he pulls away from you and takes your hand. "c'mon. let's get you cleaned up."

leading you into his apartment, he goes straight to the bathroom. you gasp when he grabs you by the hips and hoists you up onto the counter before searching for his first aid kit. when he pulls it down from the cabinet, he moves to stand between your legs.

grabbing you by the chin, he tilts your head to get a better look your injury. the redness is already transitioning to a darker hue and he knows it'll look even worse tomorrow.

"gonna clean the cut, okay? it might sting."

"okay," you sniffle.

he rips open an alcohol wipe, dabbing it gently against your cheekbone. when you wince in pain, he offers a quiet apology, but he's finished before long, having applied a bit of ointment as well.

"thank you," you murmur.

both of his hands find your thighs, resting on the area just above your knees. "don't thank me. not for this."

there's an edge to his voice, but you know it's not directed toward you. your hands settle on top of his own, quelling his anger for the time being.

"you know," he grunts, his gaze lingering on your cheek before it shifts toward your eyes. "i could never lay a hand on you."

his expression is much softer now than it was in the hallway and he savors the small smile that tugs at your lips. "i know, toji."

as he looks down at you, he knows he's done for. hell, he's known it for a while now. you deserve to be adored. taken care of. made to feel good... and toji is more than confident in his ability to do so.

for a fleeting moment, he considers the fact it wouldn't be hard to find out where your boyfriend lives, to make sure he never raises a hand to you again, but your gentle voice pulls him from his thoughts.

"can i stay with you tonight?" you ask meekly.

"yeah, 'course.. you can stay as long as you need."

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[risswirly]

Unexpected Chemistry

SYNOPSIS: After transferring to Blackwell you're quickly adopted into the vortex club. However, in search of something less superficial, you find yourself drawn to your lab partner GENRE: fluff NOTE: I rarely see the reader in the vortex club so let me know if you want me to write another with this trope! WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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It had only been a week since you started attending Blackwell yet your life was already being turned on its head.

A girl named Victoria Chase had been your tour guide during your first few days and despite being a little shy you somehow made a good first impression and she'd decided to adopt you into her clique. The vortex club was far from your usual scene. Parties, constant drama, alcohol and drugs were not things you particularly enjoyed and in all honesty, the effort it took to keep up with their rapid-paced life was exhausting. However, you played along with it all, despite being unable to stand half the club's members you quickly discovered the power these people held and decided the pros of being in the "popular" group outweighed leaving. 

You sit alone on a desk near the back of Ms Grant's class, fidgeting quietly with the lab equipment in front of you. Despite the decent size of the vortex club, none of them shared this class with you, which you honestly preferred. It gave you a few hours a week to escape their constant fussing, even if it did mean having to be alone. 

Ms Grant leans on the front of her desk and students hush as she begins the class, "Alright, today we're going to be doing an experiment based on what I covered last lesson. So you know what that means, partner work!" She claps enthusiastically with a grin while the class perks up at the mention of an experiment. "I'll walk around and hand out these instruction manuals for you to share with your desk partner." She states before grabbing a stack of sheets and begins passing them out. 

You sit silently as you watch your classmates break out into chatter. As you observe them joke and enjoy each others company you feel a twang of sadness knowing you don't have the same carefree and comfortable friendship with any of the vortex club. Deep down you yearn for a genuine connection that isn't just fuelled by shit-talking and partying. 

"Ah (y/n), you don't have a desk partner do you?" Ms Grant snaps you out of your train of thought with her question. You shake your head with a weak smile looking at the empty seat beside you, not that you minded all that much. She shakes her head and places her hands on her hips "That just wont do will it." she jokes trying to lighten your mood a bit before scanning the room quickly. "Ah yes, you can partner with Warren! He's usually the leftover student but since you've joined we now have an even number." With a fond smile she points to a boy sitting alone a few rows in front of you. 

You quickly gather your things, holding your items close to your chest before making your way over to the lonesome boy. You place your books down on the empty side of the table prompting him to look up from the instruction sheet.

Once his head turns toward you, you're finally able to actually get a good look at him. His fluffy chestnut hair hangs down in front of his face slightly, while his brown eyes look back up at you. He's wearing a dorky graphic tee that sits loosely over his lanky frame. You feel your face warm up a little as your eyes trail over his features. 

Damn, he's cute. 

You ignore the thought and pull out your new chair. "Hi" you greet him with a small wave, putting on the confident act you've been keeping up all week "I think I'm your desk partner now" You add on as you take a seat. "Oh hey" He smiles softly, his eyes linger on you for a second longer as if lost in the details of your face, before he quickly glances away. "I'm Warren" He introduces himself sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed for staring at you.

"Im (y/n)" you smile back warmly. Maybe this could be a chance to make real friends! Friends away from the Vortex Club and its reputation.

"Yeah I know" he chuckles quietly to himself as he begins to set up the lab equipment. "Pardon?" you ask with a furrowed brow, not exactly sure what his comment is meant to mean. His gaze flickers back to you and his eyes widen as he realises how his words may have come across "OH, no no, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Its just, I think practically everyone knows who you are by now" He trails off. 

Well there goes that hope.

"Ive only been here a week?" You laugh lightly, taken slightly aback by his remark. God damn it, just how popular was this stupid club?  He laughs along with you at the absurdity of it, "I mean, people spend months sucking up to Victoria and Nathan trying to be apart of their group." he says with a slight look of distaste at the mention of the two. "You just sort of waltzed right in. People wanna know who the mysterious, pretty new girl is and how she got into the vortex club in just a few days." 

You pause for a second, reflecting on his words before speaking again. "I didn't exactly ask to be in their little club" You mutter just loud enough for Warren to hear. You didn't like the thought that so many people had already formed opinions on you simply because of who you'd become friends with and you felt a need to disprove these assumptions. 

He stops setting up for a moment, looking at you with a raised brow, "What do you mean by that?" he asks softly. You study his expression for a second and instead of being faced with judgement you see not only curiosity but also genuine concern in his eyes as he awaits your response. 

You take a deep breath, well here goes nothing. "Victoria is the first person I'd met, and since she added me to her group so quickly I haven't exactly been given much chance to make other friends." You look down at your desk, avoiding his eyes. You sigh before adding, "The vortex club isn't my crowd... but it seems like everyone else has made up their minds about me". This was the first time you'd actually been able to tell someone that, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you breath a little easier. Now there was actually someone that knew you, someone that you had been honest with, that had allowed you to open up and express yourself.

But now there was a deafening silence and you immediately cringe to yourself as you realise how pathetic you must seem to him. Maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the confession, I mean this was literally the first time you'd even met the guy. You turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment. 

He takes a moment to think about what you've said before leaning over the desk slightly, trying to catch your gaze, "Well... Im talking to you now aren't I?" He answers softly. 

You meet his eyes, he looks back at you with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with understanding and optimism. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your own lips after seeing his doe-eyed look, "Sooo, you don't think I'm a stuck up rich kid?" You chuckle with a sarcastic tone. He leans back slightly after seeing your mood lighten back up. You notice his eyes soften as they trail over your face again, as if he's taking his time memorising your smile.

"Perhaps I might've before, but, I see now that I was wrong.. I mean half the vortex kids wouldn't be caught dead talking to me in the first place" He adds, seeming more amused than ashamed. As the two of you joke and tease the vortex club for its elitist ways, you mentally capture an image of his wide grin and note how his eyes sparkle as he beams and you realise just how much you missed genuinely laughing with someone.

You take a long sigh to you catch your breath and smile to yourself in a moment of comfortable silence, "Mysterious, pretty new girl huh?" You ask glancing back at him with raised brows and a smirk. You watch as his smile falls and his eyes widen, his face turns a shade of red as he remembers what he'd called you. He clears his throat and averts his eyes trying to cover up his accidental slip from earlier "So erm, my friend is having a small get together this weekend, would you um maybe wanna come? I can introduce you to some people.. help you make new friends?" He asks shyly as he rubs the nape of his neck. You giggle at his less-than-smooth topic change but smile even wider at his offer. A chance to expand from the vortex club, a chance to express and be yourself without the pressure of needing to always look cool.

"Yes! I'd love to go!" You smile widely, not even bothering to try and hide your excitement. Warrens face lights up as he mirrors your own enthusiasm "Great! I'll send you the details, here-" He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to you with a blank contact for you to fill out. Your heart flutters slightly as you type in your details and his little smile as he looks over them after you hand him back his phone only fuels the feeling even more. "I'll message you tonight. Um about the party of course! U-unless you'd like to talk about other things too?" He stammers awkwardly, a little nervous after getting your digits.

As he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool, Ms Grant passes by the front of your desk looking at your lack of experimenting. "Look, I'm always glad to see students getting along but this experiment is important." She reminds the both of you then walks off hiding a pleased grin. The two of you sheepishly smile realising how sidetracked you'd gotten before eventually getting back to work. 

For the rest of the class the two of you practically refused to shut up, joking, laughing and talking about almost everything. It felt like you'd reached a light at the end of a tunnel, finally basking in the sun after the storm that had been the past week. As you watch Warren struggle to wipe the grin off his face you think that perhaps, just maybe, this school wasn't as bad as you thought.

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the shakespeare exhibit - drabble 2

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which it's the morning after

warnings: none

word count: 600+

author's note: the fluffiest fucking thing ever holy poop

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When Tara woke up, she tossed her arm out to the side, expecting to find you beside her and ready to cuddle for another hour or two. Instead, she found nothing but blankets, and she sat up, looking at your empty spot. She doesn't have morning classes on Monday, she thought. And she would've told me if she were working today. Where'd she go?

She slipped from your bed, threw on the nearest piece of clothing she could find, and shuffled into the living room, her feet cold against the wood floor. Her eyes glanced around the room, noting the rose petals still on the ground, until she found you standing by the stove dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers, a spatula in your hand. Perfect even in the mornings.

She made her way to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. You jumped slightly at the feeling before leaning against her. "Good morning, baby," Tara murmured into your shoulder with a yawn.

"Hi, sleepyhead," you giggled, turning around to kiss her. When you pulled away, you glanced down, and Tara watched as a blush painted your cheeks pink. "You're wearing my sweatshirt."

She looked down, smiling at the graphic design on the front. "Looks like I am."

"You look good in my clothes. I might need you to wear them more often," you said.

She's gonna wish she never said that. Tara nodded. "That can be arranged." You kissed her forehead before turning back around, spatula flipping the pancake you were in the midst of making. She unraveled herself from you, standing beside you instead. "You're cooking breakfast," she pointed out. Wifey material.

"Astute observation, Tar," you teased. "I got hungry, waiting around for you to wake up, so I figured I'd make something."

"It's not that late."

You tilted your head at her. "Tara, it's almost eleven o'clock."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit! I have a class at 12:30."

"I know." You chuckled, plating the pancake and sliding it toward her. "I was gonna wake you up soon, but you're here." You nodded toward your fridge. "Butter and syrup are in there. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to a cup of coffee," you said, pointing to your espresso machine.

She hummed as she opened your fridge, grabbing the necessary things. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" she asked. You turned to her, your eyebrows furrowed. There was the smallest of frowns on your lips. I want to kiss it away, she thought, so she did as she sidled back up to your side.

"Do I really?" you asked, pouring more batter onto the pan. "I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing."

Tara shook her head, slathering butter onto her pancake. "It was mostly just little grunts at first, but then you started"--she giggled as she thought about what had occurred throughout the night--"you started reciting Shakespeare."

The spatula clattered against the counter as you whipped around, your eyes wide. "No I did not!"

She laughed. She's so cute all flustered. "Yes, babe. You did. I didn't really know what it was at first, but then I looked it up and you were saying lines from Richard II."

You groaned. "That's so embarrassing." You narrowed your eyes at her. "Do you remember what lines I was reciting?"

"Something like 'with mine own tears I wash away my balm, with mine own hands--'"

"'I give away my crown,'" you finished. You groaned again. "Not the damn Richard monologue."

"It was cute," Tara said. "You're just so nerdy that you're constantly thinking about literature." She rubbed her hand down your arm. "Were you dreaming about the play?"

You shook your head, going back to making your pancakes. "No. I didn't even have any dreams last night. I slept like a rock."

She chuckled, biting her lip. "I tired you out, huh?" And I'll do it again, given the chance, she thought.

You turned pink again, waving her off. "Just eat your pancake."

"I will if you recite more Shakespeare to me."

You huffed. "'Unquiet meals make ill digestions,'" you mumbled. "The Comedy of Errors." You glanced at her, smiling at her own grin. "So, hush up and eat your food, or your tummy's gonna hurt."

"...Did you just say tummy?"

"Tar, just eat your pancake."

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❝ Line of Sight ❞

poly!Billy Loomis & Stu Macher X easily distracted!reader | fluff | graphic descriptions of violence

Billy and Stu adore their boyfriend, so they keep an eye on him due to the fact that he has this odd but adorable tendency to get...distracted.

#1, PURPLE FLOWERS "D'you believe in past lives?" Billy paused his rummaging and from behind his locker door he peered at his boyfriend, Stu, who was leaning on the row of lockers beside Billy's. "What type of question is that? Ya' been smoking pot again?" his arms, already sore from last night's activities, pinched as he added the weight of the AP Biology textbook among the binders full of notes. He readjusted his grip, shutting the locker as Stu jerked his chin across the hall. Bumping their shoulders together as he mimicked Stu's pose, Billy's gaze followed Stu's to the windows that lead to the school's front yard. There (Y/N) was, knees tucked under him and backpack forgotten by his side with his face in gentle awe at the flowers that had grown near one of the trees. That would explain why you weren't in the hallways like your boyfriends were. You probably were on your way but caught a glimpse of those purple petals and simply could not resist yourself. "I'm guessing that in his past life, he was a puppy" Stu chuckled. "Small attention span, ya' know? Gnawing on your ankles, trippin' over his widdle paws" Billy cocked a brow, a lopsided grin climbing his face at Stu's curled hands swiping at the air - like a puppy, he says. Billy thinks he looks like a lanky mantis shrimp. "Does he know classes are about to start?" he asked and Stu laughed. "S'he look like he does? Come on, let's collect our puppy and send him on his way" he all but cooed. The taller of the two shouldered open the school doors, wincing as he'd inadvertently put pressure on a cut he'd received - also from last night's endeavours. "What d'you think I was in my past life, Billy boy?" he let the question linger in the air as they came up behind (Y/N), who was none the wiser. He never got his answer, not that he minded, because (Y/N) had turned his attention to the murderous duo with a blinding smile that made the sun burn with jealousy as the winds ushered the clouds away like show curtains - it still paled in comparison to (Y/N)’s beauty.

“Classes are about to start” Billy put his back to the tree whilst Stu plopped himself next to (Y/N). “I know” bemoaned (Y/N) “but I saw these and they just reminded me of you two” he presented them with a mice-sized bouquet of fragile, dusty purple flowers with a deep vinyl colour in the centre, and meekly twirled it between his thumb and pointer fingers.

“We aren’t pretty like some dainty flower” Stu plucked it from (Y/N)’s hold, its petals tickling his boyfriend’s cheek as Stu tucked it by his ear. “But I am?” (Y/N) mused, squinting his eyes at Stu. Billy’s touch, which had always been cold, sent shivers as he placed his hand on (Y/N)’s head; “The prettiest little devil we’ve ever met”

The bell rang but the three boys stayed ever so enamoured with each other, more and more flowers decorating each other.

Everyone paid no mind as purple flowers kept falling from (Y/N) as he moved from class to class - though the nickname flower boy persisted for a few weeks despite how uncreative it was. (Y/N)’s boyfriends thought it was cute.

#2, COOL ROCK

In all honesty, Stu wondered why Billy had chosen this location as a date. He constitutes eating with a good movie, cuddling, making-out, and maybe some bed shaking sex as a good date not taking a walk through the Woodsboro woods.

But, it was nice.

The tests and quizzes…thank fuck this would be the final test for a good while before university rolls in. Well, that is if he aces it.

“Baby” he snaps out from his reveries and turns to see (E/C) coloured eyes with their eyebrows sloped in concern. “You went quiet, everything okay?” Billy halts from ahead, hands shoved in his pockets as he wonders why the two had lagged.

“Yeah, yeah” Stu’s rubs the back of his head and his shoulders droop as (Y/N)’s fingers slip in his hands.

“What’s up?” Billy inquired once they caught up. (Y/N) shakes his head, telling him not to worry too much as he reaches to hold Billy’s hands as well. “He thought he heard something” he soothed them both by rubbing his thumb over their lightly bruised knuckles. “Yeah?” Billy didn’t sound convinced and (Y/N) pursed his lips at him as they made eye-contact.

“Yeah, wolf or something…” Stu continued which made Billy eye him then glance around unsurely. (Y/N) snorted, rolling his eyes. People assumed Billy was the cool headed, suave, Cassanova. Which, to his credit, he was...sometimes. Meanwhile, people assume Stu was the airheaded, frantic, hyperactive comedy relief of your relationship.

They did not know how romantic Stu was, or how smart he was. His extrovertedness along with his bubbly attitude was often mistaken as some sort of weakness - if only they knew how terrifying it was how closely intergrated Ghostface was in Stu’s very soul.

How for Billy, he can hang the robe and mask in the closet. Despite how it peers from the darkness, creaks it open and makes the walls shake from its breathing when it demanded attention.

Stu? The line between him and the mask was a blurred line in the sand that he barely notices. He is Ghostface, with or without the mask.

He’s like…he’s like a…an…a…

There was a twinkle from the corner of (Y/N)’s eyes.

Your boyfriend’s were debating the existence of a wolf and mountain lion hybrid when you spotted the glimmering ‘gem’.

“After this, we’re getting something nice and warm, right?” Stu batted his lashes and Billy nodded, not quite registering the loss of weight and warmth from his left hand as he peeked at the treetops. “Yeah, might be good, it’s getting pretty cold lately” Stu allowed the satisfying crunches of the dead leaves on the forest floor to distract him from (Y/N)’s hand slipping away.

That and Stu’s anxiety of the uncertain future with Billy simultaneously unsure of how to bring the topic up himself. Thankfully, Stu unknowingly made a segway to the conversation for the perfect opening.

“Why’d you even drag us out here, Billy?” Stu whined, kicking a stick out of the way. Billy paused, sighing a bit and moving to bump their shoulders.

“You looked like you were about to damn near cry while staring at your textbook and my head was about to explode anyways, so was our (Y/N)’s. I figured a walk in the woods would help us” Stu realizes that it was more for him because Billy had been silently skimming through some English assignment while (Y/N) had been half-asleep on Stu’s bed. He pressed a kiss to Billy’s jaw, effectively making them pause as he fully held Billy’s face in his hands to kiss him.

He mumbled (Y/N)’s name into the kiss while the corners of his mouth lifting as he grasped Stu’ waist; “(Y/N) also promised me I’d get some kisses from both of my boys if I did as I was asked, he suggested it…” Stu wondered why he stopped midsentence but then he looked around, blood going cold as all he saw was trees and more trees.

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Stu called, interlacing his fingers with Billy as they called out for you. They weren’t too worried about scouring the woods for you as they dredge through here at night often - to evade curious eyes as they carried their equipment around - along with the fact that you couldn’t have possibly been that far.

“(Y/N), come on! Where are you, doll?” Billy called out, retracing their steps down the path as they attempted to spot their darling boyfriend.

“I’m here!” a voice came from behind an overturned tree, the two raced over and blinked owlishly as (Y/N) held up his palm to show them -

“A rock?” Billy brushed his bangs back, holding it in his hand as he turned it around. He even held it up to catch the light, it twinkled shyly under (Y/N)’s lovers gaze.

“It’s a pretty rock! It’s shiny!” he defended as he rose from his knees, dusting the dirt away from his (insert bottom attire).

“You seriously let go of our hands for a rock, baby?” (Y/N) pouted as Stu pulled him into his side, pressing a kiss to his temple all while Billy continued to inspect the rock. “Hey, quit it! I’ve never seen a rock as shiny as that, okay” he huffed, reaching for it while Billy evaded his attempts.

“No, no, answer his question” Billy ‘frowned’ and Stu giggled, “A rock over us?”

“You guys are assholes!” (Y/N) exclaimed making his boyfriends laugh with complete glee.

The shiny rock stayed on Stu’s desk, googly eyes glued on as it weighed down a note that read;

Don’t lose your head over the small stuff. You’ve got this, baby. We love you - (Y/N) + Billy ♡

#3, SHINY KEYS?

In all fairness, (Y/N) thought it was lovely how his boyfriends insist on either one of them holding his hand or both at the same time. But surely, they must not think he was that helpless. Call him crazy but clammy hands was not a cute thing to feel despite how nice of a gesture it was to be holding hands. He’d slipped away a few times, only a few! Nothing bad happened. If anything, most of the time, (Y/N) came back with trinkets!

Well, there was that one time when Stu was hosting a party to let loose and some guy’s cousin from a neighbouring high school had shoot his shot which ended with him getting practically beheaded with a hunting knife by two annoyed Ghostface’s a week or so later.

But, (Y/N) was completely fine!

“I am not that bad” he retorted for the fourth time and Billy simply squeezed their hand and kissed his temple.

“Don’t be a big baby about it”

“Yeah, you saying ya’ don’t like holding hands?” Stu swings their arms together and (Y/N)’s mouth twitches as he fights the urge to smile. “M’not a big baby, I’m a grown man!” a few heads turned towards the trio as they made their way down the street. “Yeah, because grown men yell that they’re grown men” Billy grunted as he was elbowed. “I will castrate you” (Y/N) hissed, “You like my dick too much to do that” he braced himself for another elbow but Stu’s gasp saved him from the wrath of his boyfriend.

“Dude, they opened up an ice cream and waffle place!” Stu tugged his boyfriends across the street, (Y/N) yelping as frantically made sure they weren’t going to become the first hand-holding trio to end up in the ER as some sort of human pretzel’s.

“Jesus, didn’t take long to replace that shitty old man’s shop” Billy muttered with a cruel smirk. The butcher who used to own the shop lot had been a mean asshole who often sold even older cuts of meat for a hefty price. He’d brag his family had practically been the first butchers in Woodsboro and how it was a piece of the town’s history when one bought his product.

You’d think with that as a selling point more people would’ve mourned when he ended up as a corpse, bled-out and hanging from the hook in some pig farmer’s barn. The brutality certaintly shocked everyone but the funeral service held for him had been a dreary affair, with only a handful of people.

“His kid sold it” (Y/N) said as he looked at the menu on the chalkboard sign propped next to the door, “Heard from his grandkid, ya’ know Brandon from theatre?” Billy nodded “Yeah, well, his grandpa was in debt so Brandon’s father decided to sell it”.

“Brandon is related to that geriatric bag of bones?” Stu laughed, clutching his stomach. His boyfriends joined. Well, to be far, the guy was the nicest person you could possibly meet so it was a jarring surprise to know he is related to such a grumpy man.

“Think we did him a favour” Billy curled an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder with his other placed on his hip. “When Christmas rolls around, I’m betting he’ll get some extra shit out of pity” he continued while Stu moved forward to peek inside the store.

A few familiar faces stuck out to him, they waved in recognition and he glanced at Billy and (Y/N) to gesture for them to head in. Shrrugging, they went along. Stu was the most extroverted - a natural people’s person. It wasn’t unusual for him to be pulled aside to chat with someone. Neither Billy nor (Y/N) minded, especially in this case seeing as they could squeeze in some dessert.

A group of people walked towards the entrance as the three walked in, a gasp of Stu’s name making traffic stop.

Truth be told, Billy had thought he had him leashed to him by his hand alone but by the time the group of school mates had passed through the threshold, he was not there.

Cue the usual song and dance of the lovers heads swivelling and eyes darting to catch a glimpse of (Y/N).

Stu motioned for his friends to wait as he stepped out fully and called out (Y/N)’s name.

“Stu, I’m here!” came the sheepish reply, there he stood in front of a neighbouring store. Their shoulders sagged in relief, lips pursed endearingly as they walked to stand on either side of him.

It was an antique store. Billy swore he could smell it through the display glass, the dust and nostalgia of all sorts of trinkets that were once loved. (Y/N) lifted his hand and pointed to a clever showcase of keys on a string that decorated the top left and rights of the display window. Big, old and clunky but swaying ever so slightly from th ventilation within the store.

They twinkled under the light.

“Puppy,” Stu snickered which earned a head tilt from (Y/N) - it further cemented his claim.

#4, PIZZA

They did it. They fucking did it. They graduated. What better way to celebrate then a date at the new mall?

Stu had outdone his usual parties with the one he had thrown just a few days ago - the three of you were still finding confetti in all sorts of corners in Stu’s house - it was a real Gatsby. Even Billy had found himself dancing in the crowd, feverishly and unabashedly squeezing (Y/N) between Stu and himself.

Now, with that done and over with, it was time for a more private celebration.

(Y/N)’s boyfriends were keeping him in the centre, Stu’s hand around his waist while Billy held a few bags of dorm essentials. Last-minute shopping squeezed into a date, it was usual with the boy’s hectic life and double life.

“That movie sucked” Stu said, “fake blood never looked faker”. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, placing his head on Stu’s shoulder.

“Not everyone’s a murder and horror movie expert, Mr Ghostface” Stu narrowed his eyes at (Y/N)’s teasing tone, grip tightening. He knew what that particular nickname did to his lovers. Billy’s stomach grumbling made their eyes shoot towards his warm face.

“Hungry, baby?” (Y/N) received a sigh and nod. They continued walking as they wondered what they should eat. This mall was huge, and all sorts of restaurants were squeezed into every corner. But that was not where the problem lay.

“Why the fuck would I eat raw fish?” Stu scoffed “We might as well hit the pet store and ate the goldfish”.

“A California roll isn’t as fucking stupid as Italian food made from some American red neck” Billy snapped “I’m the one that’s fucking hungry, I should choose”.

“Nah, no - (Y/N), you choose”

A pause, the escalator they were on continued it’s task of sending the two boys to the upper level with their lover nowhere to be seen.

Unlike the times before, however, calling out your name and retracing their steps did not work. For the first time, they felt cold sweat erupt as they shared a glance. Sure, no real harm could have come to (Y/N), and he was full and well capable of protecting himself. But he was also someone that had walked into a pole, thrice.

“(Y/N)” Billy called out as he and Stu reached the third floor of the mall, nearing the kid’s arcades and all when he finally spotted (Y/N)…

Talking to someone in a brown bear mascot that had a top hat, bow tie and microphone in one of his hands.

“(Y/N)!” he perked up as his boyfriends came into view and waved them over. The man who wore the suit narrowed his eyes at the two, a flash of recognition in his eyes as they came by (Y/N)’s side.

“David, this is Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu, David” Billy paid little attention, just noticing the fact that one of the gloves David was supposed to wear was off and in his hand was a cell phone.

(Y/N)’s name typed down along with his number.

Stu slipped his hands around (Y/N)’s waist, slipping a hand up his shirt which he did little to react too - seemingly used to it.

David’s face fell, expression clear as day despite the shadows of the suit.

“He was talking about this deal they had!” (Y/N) chirped out, showing them the flyer with the establisments name written in a whimsical font.

FREDDY FAZBEAR’S GRAND OPENING!

“How’d you even find this place?” Billy took the flyer, feigning interest as he cocked a brow at David. Who, by the way, realized where he recognized (Y/N) from; he was the boyfriend of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and he was untouchable.

“While you two were arguing I saw a flyer so I decided to scope around, didn’t think you’d mind considering how serious the discussion of spaghetti and sushi was” he mused, leaning against Billy as he passed the flyer to Stu who had not let his eyes leave the poor part-timer.

“And David…explained the deal?” Stu inquired and (Y/N) nodded “Yeah, we even exchanged our numbers so he’d get us the best seats in the house” he cooed and David shifted uncomfortably as (Y/N)’s boyfriends gazed at him with daggers in their eyes.

“Why the hell would we even eat a kids place with creepy animatronics?” Stu retorted “Let’s bounce, this is laaame”.

There was an edge in Stu’s voice. It often did when he decided to use this sharp-tongued persona - which rarely came out…unless he was particularly annoyed.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes but shrugged and gave David an apology as they eventually walked off to some sushi place.

—

“Woodsboro police department reports the dead body found within the suit of the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaeria mascot is identified to be David Perron. His body was found mutilated and stuffed within the mascot and dragged into the ball pit of the establishment. Authorities are saying this might be the work of the infamous serial killer, Ghostface -“

Stu turns the radio off, (Y/N) squealing as he bounced his knees - effectively making the boy in his lap jump and hold him tighter.

“Stu!” he laughed, the wind in his hair as Billy rested a hand on the back Stu’s headrest. The roof of Billy’s new convertible was down, letting the three lovers feel the blissful breeze and gentle warmth of the California sun.

“Bounce, bounce!” Stu cheered which made Billy peek at the two of them from over the rim of his sunglasses.

“Come on, baby, celebrate!”

“I’m not jumping on your lap in the car! Dumbass!” Stu was no deterred as giggles poured out of (Y/N)’s mouth, his lips attacking (Y/N)’s neck with tongue and teeth.

“The sweater looks better on the floor” Stu purred, hissing sharply as Billy tugged his hair back as he nonchalantly drove with one hand on the wheel. The sweater all three of them were wearing had the logo of the university they’d been accepted into and the one they were making their way towards.

“Billy” Stu whined, the wind muffling it as (Y/N) leaned to kiss Billy and shortly after, turned the radio on. Their favourite song blasted and the lovers rode off, cheering and whooping.

[darksigns-exe]

and suddenly, i had a valentine - nicholas ruffilo x laurie (ofc)

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 2.2k

note: for @deathblacksmoke who wanted to our boy Nicholas Ryan to be taken out on a cute date <3

set immediately before remember where we started out

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The call of his name makes Noah perk up. Laurie calls for him again, and this time his body actually kicks into action. He closes the lids of his and Laurie’s water bottles before taking hers with him. 

“Where?” He calls through the mostly silent house. 

“Bedroom.” The reply comes seconds later. 

He climbs the stairs two at a time, maybe a little too eager. 

Noah finds her in front of the mirror, bending to try and reach the zip of her dress. 

“Oh.” He can’t stop the sound from leaving his lips. 

“Like it?”

He places her bottle on the little dresser next to the door before he steps up behind her. 

It’s a tight little number, soft fabric that clings to her body perfectly. 

“You’re gorgeous. This is— I like it a lot.” He stumbles around the words, as if he hadn’t buried his face between her thighs just hours earlier. 

“I’m taking Nicky out on a little date. Thought I’d dress up a little.”

There’s a pang of disappointment in his chest. It dissipates before it gets to form fully, though. 

“Oh, he’ll love it.”

“You think? It’s not too much?”

Noah shakes his head, “I bet he’s gonna do that thing where he gets all flustered and looks like a fish out of water for a moment. You know what I mean.” 

He mimics the expression perfectly. Wide eyes and stilted breathing included. 

Noah wraps his arms around her middle, so that he can rest his chin on her shoulder. 

“He’s gonna love it. Where are you going?”

“That new place that does the Neapolitan pizza. We can all go together sometime if you want?” Laurie fixes him in the mirror. 

“I’d love that.” He presses a soft little kiss to the side of her jaw, “But tonight is not about me. So you go and treat our boy right. I think he’s starting to run tracks into the carpet. Jerry’s getting annoyed with him pacing around like that.”

“Gotta zip me up first.” She says then, “Can’t reach it.”

Noah does as she asks, one gentle hand placed on her waist while he drags the zip up the length of her side. 

“Thank you, dear.” Laurie says with the softest little smile.

He stays and watches while she puts on her perfume and what he assumes to be lipstick. It’s not as colourful as her usual one is, but it makes her look so very kissable. He’s almost tempted to steal a kiss from her before she goes down to wrap her arm around Nicks. But Noah knows that she’ll scold him for messing up the colour, and so he settles for a chaste kiss against her cheek. 

He stays up on the landing, quietly watching Laurie descend the stairs and calling for Nick. He does exactly what Noah had prophesied a few minutes earlier. Noah forces the bitter sting of jealousy back down his throat as he watches Nick gaze at her so lovingly. Nick gives him the same attention, looks at him with that same soft look on his face, but at that moment Noah wants to worm his way between them so desperately. They deserve the night out, though. Nick’s been working a lot and hasn’t had nearly as much time with her as Noah had. They deserve this. 

The two are out of the door a moment later. Nick calls a Bye Noah over his shoulder as they leave. He waves when Laurie turns back to blow a little kiss his way. 

It’s not like they never go out. 

Even when it’s already been a few years since they became a couple, Nick had always made sure that they went out regularly. Sure, Laurie had initiated date nights too. But something about her asking him out like this – flowers included – had made his heart leap with that feeling of falling in love with her again. She’d come by the shop while he’d been locking up. That itself hadn’t been unusual. Laurie would usually come around when they were both working late so that they could head home together. Especially after they’d moved out of her little apartment. 

That day she’d come with flowers and a pair of jam filled donuts somewhat reflecting one of their first dates. 

To see her now all dressed up, wrapped into a pretty satin dress, fills his head with even more fuzz. Sometimes, he can’t quite believe that he gets to call his woman his girlfriend. He does feel a little bad for Noah, although the younger has made it very clear that he’ll be fine. Nick, above all else, wants both of his loves to be happy. 

Tonight is all about them, though. 

Laurie has been surprisingly secretive about her plans for the evening. He knows that it’s usually so very hard for her to keep secrets from either of them. She’s a horrible liar, and watching her trying to dodge questions about presents is an absolute delight. 

He feels horribly underdressed next to her. Somehow this woman manages to look incredible in everything she wears, but when she gets all dressed up like this she’s entirely out of his league. 

“Take a left here.” 

She still hasn’t told him where they’re going, which is a little impractical when he’s the one driving. 

“Park where you can, we can walk the rest of the way. It’s not far.”

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll see when we get there. I can’t drive you there, so I’ll have to be secretive about it.” She says with a little giggle, “Won’t have to wait long.”

Laurie drops her hand to his thigh, giving it a gentle, comforting squeeze. 

She holds his hand while they walk to wherever she is taking him. Laurie was right, it’s only a short walk until the red and white striped canopy comes into view. They’d talked about this place before, made plans to go some time, but never really got around to it. 

“You got a table?” he asks, trying to hide the excited edge in his voice. 

Laurie squeezes his hand, “Of course. Thought I’d give some of what you do for me – us – back. Treat you as nice as you always treat me.” 

And she does. Nick feels flustered and on edge with nerves from the moment she holds the door open for him. He’s done it for her so very often, and to suddenly be at the centre of her attention is very new. Laurie’s always been so very sweet and caring with him, but this is new. Her hand presses against the small of his back, mirroring the way he would guide her when they enter a location. And it makes him feel so fuzzy and warm inside. 

They’re seated in a comfy little corner, shielded from most of the commotion. The waiter lights the candles set between them on the table, casting Laurie in gorgeous, warm light. It reflects of her hair, the soft skin of her cheeks. 

Miles out of my league, he thinks. 

Sometimes, he can hardly believe that he gets to call Laurie his – let alone her and Noah. 

Her hand curls around his, manicured nails tracing across his skin just barely. 

“Nicky?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand just so gently.

Nick shakes himself back into focus. 

“What’s on your mind, dear? You look lost in thought.” 

He turns their joined hands over, allowing him to see the little sweetheart tattoo with his initials in the centre of it. They’d been together for a little over a year when it had come up as a joke. A week later, when Laurie had come to pick him up from the studio, he’d shown her sketches he’d made. 

“I think I could fit a second one next to it.” he says idly, not quite looking at her, “There’s space for him there.” 

What he really wants to say is that there’s space for Noah between them, that he fits between them so perfectly. 

“Would be nice. I’d have both of you with me, even when you’re off doing your thing.”

She’s smiling at him when he looks up at her, that gentle little smile that makes his heart race a little. 

Nick feels a little like he did when they had just started going out. He’d taken her out on a date to a little pizza shop. The place had been so small that they’d been seated so close that their knees kept knocking into each other. It feels nice to know that they could afford a little more than that now. That place hadn’t been bad – they still stop by sometimes – but he likes knowing that all of their hard work has paid off. And it’s not as if they’re swimming in it now, but things are going well and this is a well deserved treat. 

Laurie had been adamant that he should let her pay tonight. They’re not very strict about this normally, but he can’t argue with her when she looks at him with that little stern edge. Laurie always says that he takes care of them, but deep down they all know that she is the one who keeps them in order. Laurie’s the one who reminds Nick to drink water, who tells Noah to be a little easier on himself. She’s the one who kisses him so sweetly when she tells him how proud she is of him. 

He tries to give as much of it back as he can, but somehow it always feels more profound when she says it. 

Her attention is entirely on him throughout the evening, and for a brief moment he forgets that Noah is waiting for them at home. 

“Didn’t you say that the other one looked good when we looked at the menu online?” Laurie asks when they discuss what they want to get. 

“Didn’t see how expensive it was.” Nick replies meekly. 

Just because she’s paying doesn’t mean that he wants to empty her pockets entirely. 

“Nicky.”

“This is just as fine. I’m —”

“Do you want the other one?” She reaches out for him again, places her hand atop his so carefully. 

“It does look good.”

“Get it. We got a little bump in our wages and there’s no one I’d rather spend it on.” 

Nick can’t shake this feeling. There’s no denying that Laurie is his person, but so is the boy waiting for them back home. Perhaps they were always meant to be a trio. He can’t imagine himself without either of them, and he hopes that he’ll never have to think about that. 

He stares a little love struck when the waiter wants to hand the check to him, and Laurie tells him very sternly that she asked for the check and that she intends to pay. The wink and smile she shoots his way afterwards sends a shock of warmth through Nick’s body. 

She holds his hand when they walk back to the car, and Nick still has that first date buzz in his belly, even though it’s been years already. 

“They were awfully stuck up.” Laurie comments as they walk, “It’s not that unheard of that the woman pays, right? I mean, come on. I should be able to treat my boyfriend to a good dinner without having to justify it. I don’t know if we should take Noah to that place. If they can’t take me paying for one of you, what’s that waiter going to do if I pay for both of you?”

His heart flutters a little a that. 

“I think Noah’d be fine if we go to that little place we usually go to.” he finally replies, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand that says don’t get too riled up about these idiots. 

“I know.” She says firmly, “But I want to give both of you the treatment you deserve. And I love that little pizza parlour, but I want nothing but the best for my boys.”

The house is quiet when they get home. Nick closes the door behind him as gently as he can, but even then it still gives its horrid squeak. Laurie steadies herself on his shoulder when she moves to take off her shoes. Without the heels, she reaches up to his shoulder. Laurie reaches up, placing her hand against his cheek. Nick feels himself melt into her touch. He meets her in the middle when she guides him down for a kiss. Nick feels the residue of her lipstick linger on his lips when they part. 

“Bed or –” Laurie trails off.

He’s tempted to drape himself over her on the sofa, but he can see the exhaustion on her face, even if she tries to hide it. 

“Bed sounds good?” he offers instead. 

The relief on her face is evident, “I love you, but I was hoping you’d say that.” 

When Nick cracks open the door to their bedroom, he finds Noah curled up in the middle of their bed. The sight makes him feel all soft and gooey inside. Noah has been slowly warming up to his touch, and he’s found his way between them like this more and more often. 

With the way Noah has positioned himself right in the middle of the bed, they’ll have to fit themselves around him somehow. Nick slots himself behind Noah, wraps an arm around his middle. The young moves in his sleeps, presses himself against Nick’s bare chest. Laurie joins them a moment later. She curls herself against Noah’s front and Nick knows that at some point during the night they’ll untangle their limbs from each other, but right now he feels so very comfortable and safe.

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Lobita | Lalo Salamanca/Reader

Pairing: Lalo Salamanca/Reader (third person, female pronouns) Warnings: blood, somewhat graphic violence, NSFT. Usual Lalo warnings lol Summary: You and Lalo are on the road back to Mexico. Back home. But long car rides are never uneventful with Lalo, are they?

Author's notes: This is basically all for @richeeduvie who has BEWITCHED me with her writing for all the BCS characters. This was based pretty heavily on Lalo and Princesa in Madman, but I gave her a different pet name to differentiate because I wanted to make her a little more unhinged and violent, even if she's still Lalo's helpless sweet girl <3

They’d been caught off guard. No use in denying it– it happens to everyone. It’s been one of those long, quiet drives between New Mexico and, well, Old Mexico. Just Lalo and his girl (the way it should be, no?) and nothing around for miles except for an old farm or the remains of some abandoned building in the desert. He keeps one hand on the wheel, relaxed for the stretch of lonely road, a hand on her thigh so she can play with his fingers– a way to keep those silly little thoughts out of her head during the silence. He hates to put an end to her focus.

“Ai– gonna pull over, querida,” he hums, turning over his hand so he can loosely squeeze hers for a moment. “Been on the road for a while– gotta stretch those beautiful legs of yours, hm? Asegúrate de ser amable y flexible. And– not to be crude– but your guy’s gotta take a piss, cariño.” She hums in response, a little tired. Just how he likes her.

He stops by one of those old buildings, nice and gentle. He’d hate to jolt his girl when she’s just gotten so relaxed. He unbuckles himself, then her. “C’mon, mi pequeña niña dormida, let’s go for a little walk.” She rubs at her eyes as she nods, fuck, does she have any idea what that can do to a guy? You would think she does, seeing as she does cute shit like that all the time.

He opens the door to help her out, holding her hand for a bit while she stretches and yawns like a gatita. His little kitty. But he’s gotta stop thinking about pussies, or he’s not gonna last the drive home without being all over her. She just walks and twirls a little, loosening up while he undoes his belt to take care of things. The side of this building sure as fuck isn’t gonna mind.

Night has fallen over the desert, but the headlights of his car are on. His eyes adjust quickly anyways. But not before some boar of a guy tackles him to the ground– the fuck?

They must’ve been hiding out. Waiting for him– must’ve scouted out his way home fucking good to catch him off guard. No car around, either– guess they were dropped off. But they’re not getting picked up, that’s for damned sure. Lalo’s blood runs hot when he hears his querida’s muffled cries, the fabric rustling as she thrashes and kicks. He’s just barely able to see past his own assailant to witness a knife flick open as he covers her mouth with his free hand.

With all of her twisting and squirming, one of his fingers finds its way into her open mouth. He’s gonna wind up wishing he’d never been born, hijo de puta, for invading his girl– his pequeña querida that way.

And then her teeth find their way into that sacred space, where tendon and cartilage separate bone from bone. And they sever.

Hot red fills her mouth while the attacker staggers– she’s able to pull from him and grab the knife from his hold, slicing open her palm in the process. By some miracle, fumbling and bleeding in the dark, she’s able to pass the knife to her other hand and push herself forward just enough to plunge it into the back of el cerdo on top of him before she’s grabbed again. The bastard howls alongside his friend. A symphony of pain to Lalo’s ears, and they grant the few precious moments he needs to reach into the holster at his side and start unloading point blank into the sternum of the man on top of him.

Lalo rolls him off into the dirt as he becomes a corpse, training his sights on the man with his arm around her neck, cursing you with insults she can’t understand, but that he’ll regret. He squeezes the trigger when she pulls him into the blinding beams of the headlights, granting Lalo a clean shot into his shoulder. She shrugs him off and scrambles the few feet it takes to get to Lalo’s side, an arm around her waist to greet her as he unloads a few more bullets into the guy.

Why couldn’t Nacho have been third wheeling them, for once? He’s not gonna wrestle this guy into his car for further interrogation. Not when his girl is needing him. He squeezes her hip. 

She spits out the finger. And a healthy amount of blood. Well, not healthy for the guy it came from. 

Tears spring to her eyes as their minute-long battle draws to a close. She curls into him, like always, and sniffles against his shirt. She tries to pull away after a moment, gasping as Lalo keeps her close. No, you’re not leaving. Not when you need me, poor little thing.

“Lalo, I-I’m sorry– the blood– I’m getting it a-all–” Of course his sweet girl is worrying about making a mess at a time like this. So silly.

“Ai, querida– I have a closet full of these. But there’s only one of you, pretty girl. Which one you think I’m concerned about, hm?” He’s able to say with a smile. His smile drops when he feels the blood continue to soak  his side, and he remembers her palm. He peels it off of himself so he can take a look, and she peeks from his shoulder, eyes shiny with tears. Poor little querida. He scoops her up so he can take her back to the car. Fuck, his pants are still undone. He hears a quiet little sniffle against his neck, and it makes the blood surge so hard he can feel his own pulse.

He sits her down in the passenger side, pulling the first aid shit from the glove box. Never hurts to be prepared, huh? He kisses her palm, and can’t help himself from licking it once or twice to clean her up. He pulls open the gauze packet with his teeth before wrapping it around her cut. He glances up to see the drying blood around her mouth. 

Lalo feels heat rise and burn in his chest at the thought of her consuming a part of another man. Of drinking something made by someone other than him. His blood is hers the same way her blood is his.

He wipes away the blood with his thumb. Her tears make it easy. He shushes her, leaning up to kiss her cheeks and taste her salt. “I have myself a little wolf girl, huh? Una lobita. Tearing into people for me, Dios mio… You know how to make a guy feel special, huh, querida?” Her tears slow with her bleeding.

Lalo sighs, pulling her into his lap as he takes her place in the car seat. He holds her so they’re chest to chest. His heart thrums as he feels the tiny little kisses being placed on his jaw. His pretty girl starts to rub herself on him, the way she’s so used to. Her skirt rides up, one hand on her hip to help her along while the other strokes her hair. Just needs her guy to take her mind off of things, hm? He’ll let her use him whenever and however she pleases.

He’d fuck her now, but he wants to stay alert. And besides, she deserves a real bed, their bed, to be under her the next time they make love. Making love. He’d never been able to bring himself to call it that before her. Didn’t feel right. But with his girl that’s the only thing it can be. He coos at her.

“That’s right, gatita… Just use your guy. Take what you need, hm? Papi’s got you, baby. I’ve got you.” The fabric of his jeans catches on her clit, just like always, making her mewl and whine in a way that nearly forces a growl out of him.

“Lalo, I– Papi– I’m gonna cum,” she confesses quietly into the fabric of his collar, as if she were afraid that anyone but him would hear.

“Go ahead, querida. Take what you need. Get yourself nice and relaxed. Cum on me, sweet girl.”

With a shiver and a sharp inhale, she does, like such a good girl, it makes Lalo’s hand flex against her hip. She goes more or less limp against him. He waits a few moments before pulling her out of his lap. He swears he can see her wetness string from the cotton of her panties to his jeans. He smoothes out her skirt, kissing her forehead before buckling her up. He does his own pants back up after he closes her door, walking around to the other side to get in. For a second, he sees the finger on the ground and thinks of taking it. His lobita’s first trophy.

He eyes the bodies in the dust without much thought. He’ll call someone once she’s asleep– get someone to come here and check it out. He starts to pull back onto the road, giving his hand to querida for her to hold.

“Lalo, will we be home soon?”

Home. Her home. Their home. Seems a little empty with just the two of them, but he’ll fix that soon.

“Before you know it, querida. Just close your eyes. You’ll dream a good dream for me, no?”

[niki-phoria]

idk if you write for reactions, but i would a reaction from enhypen's hyung line about their 8thmember!reader s/o being injured while practicing <33

(and yes i would like this very fluffy😍😍)

‧₊˚✩ enhypen hyung line reaction - their s/o gets hurt during practice

warnings: just gonna list the injuries so (heeseung: sprained ankle, jay: torn mcl, jake: pulled muscle, sunghoon: broken ankle), worried heeseung, descriptions of hospitals/medical treatment but nothing graphic, one cuss word in sunghoon's

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this is more comfort than fluff tbh but i tried to keep it all very cute and happy. i didn't include the maknae line bc i kinda struggled with this and i didn't want to wait any longer to post it but i am willing to make a part 02 with the maknaes if anyone is interested. i hope you like it :))

additional notes: i wanna write for enha more but i have no ideas :// and in case you're curious i write imagines and reactions (no headcannons since ppl keep asking for them) the list of who/what i write for is linked in my pinned post

gn 8th member reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ heeseung

word count 410

he(e)'s so hot slknesklns

you grunt when you hit the ground. pain blooms through your ankle immediately, spreading through your leg and down your foot. “oh my god, are you okay?” your dancer kneels down next to you, holding a hand out to help you up. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to trip you.” 

“it’s okay, i didn’t see you either.” 

you wince when you try to put weight on your right ankle. “are you okay?” 

“yeah, i just think i hurt my ankle.” 

“let me go find a medic.” you nod, limping over to lean against a wall while you wait for help. you can hear her bounding footsteps as she runs back to the studio with an emt following closely behind her. 

“can you stand on it?” he asks, helping you take your shoe and sock off. hues of red and purple have already begun spreading along the skin. the dancer you tripped over nervously hovers behind him, grimacing at the sight of your foot. 

“not really,” you wince when he presses down against the bone. “it hurts when i try to put weight on it.” 

he nods, standing up. “i’m gonna go get some ice and then i'll wrap it. tell me if you notice any intense swelling or if the pain gets worse. you'll be off of it for a few weeks.” 

“here, let me help you,” she says, supporting your weight with her own body. 

“thanks,” you whisper, letting her guide you to a nearby chair. she pushes another chair over to you, helping you lift your leg up onto it. 

“are you gonna be okay here?” 

“i’m alright, thank you so much.” she nods, lowering her head into another apologetic bow before she leaves. 

you’re left alone in the room for a few minutes before heeseung bursts through the door. “y/n,” he gasps, rushing to your side. he’s frantic, eyes wide and hair disheveled. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “i heard about what happened, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there.” 

“it’s okay.” you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it. 

“does it hurt?” 

you shake your head. “it feels better with the ice.” 

“how long will you be off of it?” 

“they said it keep it elevated and put ice on it. they’re about to come back and wrap it for the next few weeks.”

heeseung leans down to press a kiss against your temple. “i’m glad you’re okay.”

‧₊˚✩ jay

word count 452

i love him sm :(( got a little carried away with this one whoops

you yelp as you fall, hitting the ground hard. your knee hits the ground first. pain immediately spreads through your leg. “y/n!” jay is quick to rush to your side, helping you sit up. you wince, failing to stand up. tears brim your eyes as you cling to jay. “are you okay?” he whispers. 

“i hurt my knee.” 

“can you stand?” jay helps you up as you slowly stand on your feet. you feel off-balance, pain still stinging through your leg. 

“it hurts.” you can see jay share a concerned glance with jungwon, calling a manager over. 

“we’ll get you to a hospital, okay?” her voice is quiet. she’s almost overwhelmingly sweet as she helps you into the backseat of a car before climbing into the front. 

the emergency room smells of hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol as you wait to be seen. curtains surround your bed though they do little to provide you with any sort of privacy from the other patients. jay’s hand holds yours, fingers intertwined together. “you’ll be okay.” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your temple. “i promise.” you can tell he’s nervous by the way he squeezes your hand a little tighter than usual. 

finally, a doctor enters. she has thick black-rimmed glasses pushed high up on her nose. her shoulder-length black hair is tied back into a low ponytail. “l/n y/n?” she asks. you nod. “can you tell me what happened?” 

“i fell on my knee during a missed stunt.” 

her hands are cold as she pushes the fabric of your pants up, pressing against your now swollen knee. you wince when she presses around the area. “does it hurt when you straighten your leg?” 

“yeah. it hurts to stand on.” she hums, marking down a few notes on a clipboard. 

“i’m gonna do an x-ray just to make sure nothing is broken. it sounds like a torn medial collateral ligament.” 

“what’s the treatment for that?” jay asks. he squeezes your hand reassuringly when you nervously glance up at him. 

“we’ll put on a knee brace. you’ll be on crutches for a few weeks.” 

“thank you.” the doctor curtly nods before she leaves, closing the curtain behind her. 

jay wraps you into a hug, letting you bury your head into his chest. “it’s gonna be okay. it’s only a few weeks.” 

“i don’t want to let anyone down.” you whisper. 

he lifts your chin, making you look up into his eyes. “you could never do that. you’ll wear the brace and then you’ll get better and start performing sooner than you realize.” 

you nod, pulling him back into a hug. “thank you.” 

jay presses a kiss against your forehead. “anything for you.”

‧₊˚✩ jake

word count 358

i need mullet jake SKLNESLN not as severe as the others but i was running out of ideas okay

the pain in your leg is sharp. it burns - stinging each of your nerves with each movement you make. you wince, shifting your weight onto your left leg. jake’s hand ghosts against your lower back, coaxing your to lean against him instead. 

“let’s take a break. we’ll pick it up again in five?” your choreographer announces. murmurs of agreement ripple throughout the group as jake helps you to sit down next against the wall. 

“is everything okay?” he whispers. 

“yeah, just pulled a muscle.” 

“i’m sorry baby.” his hands feel warm against your skin as he moves the fabric of your pant leg out of the way, massaging the sore muscle. “take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? it’ll get even worse if you try to push yourself too hard.” 

“i will.” 

“babe,” jake opens his arms, gesturing for you to lay with him. you comply, making your way back over to him. you lean against his chest as he rubs your back. “how’s your leg? does it still hurt?” you hum, voice muffled by his hoodie. jake chuckles. “i’ll take that as a yes.” 

you pull away a little, moving to lean against his shoulder. “it still stings a little.” 

“come on,” jake shifts so you’re laying on your stomach. “let me take care of you.” you chuckle, letting him maneuver you onto the bed. 

jake leans over you so his knees are pressed against your side. his hands are gentle as he presses them against your back. they feel warm through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. “you’re so tense,” he whispers. you can almost see his furrowed eyebrows and slight frown as he slightly increases the pressure. 

you sigh, relaxing further into the bed. jake moves lower down your body, from your shoulders to your back and eventually down to your calf. slowly, the pain dissipates from your leg until the numb feeling is no longer there. 

he moves off of you, giving you room to roll onto your side. “better?” jake asks. 

you smile, pulling him into a quick kiss. “much better. thank you.” 

“i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

‧₊˚✩ sunghoon

word count 338

hoon is so pretty i am so jealous the gender envy i get from this man in unmatched

you gasp when you trip, tumbling off of the edge of the stage. pain shoots through your ankle when you clamber to your feet as you force yourself to stand back up. a staff member rushes to your side, quickly followed by sunghoon. 

“that was a hard fall, i want you to get checked out by a medic.” 

“but-” your manager’s concerned look is enough to make you stop resisting, instead letting sunghoon support your body weight as you wait for the emt. 

“are you okay?” sunghoon asks. you sigh, avoiding eye contact. 

“i can’t believe i fell off the fucking stage.” 

“hey,” sunghoon moves so he’s standing in front of you, lifting your chin so you’re looking at him. “don’t talk like that. you made a mistake. it’s okay.” he strokes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “we’ve never practiced here before. it’s not your fault.” 

you nod, letting his words console you. your ankle is already deep shades of red when you remove your sock and shoe. despite how gentle the emt is when he presses against the bones of your ankle, pain immediately shoots through your body. you flinch, tears building in your eyes. sunghoon rubs a hand against your back. you cling to his body as the medic looks up at you. 

“it looks like a hairline fracture,” he says. “it’ll take a few months to heal. we’ll get you some ice to put on it for now and then you’ll need to get an x-ray done.” 

“thank you.” he nods sympathetically at you before leaving, taking his bag with you. sunghoon presses a kiss against your temple, letting you lean further into his touch. 

“it’ll be okay. i promise.” 

“what about the concert?” 

“don’t worry about it.” he lifts your face so you’re looking up at him. “you just focus on getting better, okay? engene will support you either way.” 

“i love you.” 

sunghoon presses another kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.” 

[jobean12-blog]

Alpine Approved

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Alpine included)

Word Count: 1,146

Summary: It's your fourth date and since Bucky's already come to your place twice he wants you to come to his apartment this time. You're excited to see his living space and meet his cat Alpine.

Author's Note: Just a cute little thought of what Alpine might do the first time he meets Bucky's girl. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, lots of kisses and Alpine!

Bucky presses you into the wall as he fumbles around in his back pocket for his key. His lips trail across your jaw then with a muttered curse he reluctantly pulls away and pats his leather jacket.

“Where the hell…ah! Here they are!” he says excitedly.

He grabs your hand in his while he unlocks the door with his other and kicks it open. With a yank you’re inside his apartment.

The door slams shut with another kick and before you can even take a look around he has you caged against the door, his large hands resting on either side of your head.

“Now…,” he murmurs. “Where were we?”

His lips brush along yours as his hands slide off the door and down to your waist. You sigh his name and run your fingers through his long hair.

“MEOW!”

You hear the loud meow before you feel something push between your calves.

“Oh!” you squeak and pull away just enough to look down.

Bucky hooks his finger under your chin and brings your gaze back up to his.

“That’s Alpine…you can say hi later.”

He kisses you again and you instantly melt into his embrace. His strong arms pull you from the door and he starts to walk you both backward toward the couch.

“Ow! Damn it!” he says when he walks into the coffee table.

You giggle and bump your nose with his. “Forgot that was there?”

“It’s your fault doll,” he grins, now holding your face between his hands. “I can’t think about anything else but kissing you.”

With that he captures your lips again and continues his journey toward the couch. Just when he thinks he’s safe, Alpine winds himself between Bucky’s legs and trips him up. Thankfully, Bucky is close enough to the couch to plaster you against his chest and propel you both the rest of way to land safely on the soft cushions.

You land on top of him with an “oof.”

“You ok doll face?” he asks with a sheepish look.

“Just fine,” you assure him as you snuggle yourself along his large body. “You’re very comfy.”

He winks and then unexpectedly flips you over, settling just the right amount of his weight on top of you.

“I’m an even better blanket,” he teases.

His thumb caresses the outline of your mouth before he slides his hand behind your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

He’s barely gotten a taste when Alpine jumps onto the back of the couch and starts to swat at his hair.

With a nip of your bottom lip Bucky releases you and turns narrowed eyes to his white fluffy cat.

“You’re a real pain in my ass you know that?”

“MEOW!” is Alpine’s only verbal response. He follows it with another swat.

“Fine! We’ll say hi!” Bucky grumbles and sits up, offering his hand to help you do the same.

“Hi Alpine,” you smile, holding your hand out for him to smell.

He gently nudges it with his cold nose then turns his attention back to Bucky with another loud meow.

Bucky picks up the cat and cradles him against his chest, letting him settle in the crook of his metal arm.

“Happy now?” Bucky asks the white fluff.

Alpine’s tail swishes back and forth as he ignores Bucky and stares at you with piercing blue eyes.

“His eyes are so pretty…like yours,” you tell Bucky as you stare right back at Alpine.

Bucky chuckles and quietly says thank you with a dip of his head.

Alpine never takes his eyes off you as you settle yourself into the couch cushions.

“Does he always stare like this?” you ask Bucky.

“Well…” Bucky starts and then rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “Um…sort of.”

“He looks suspicious,” you comment.

“Yeah…I don’t usually have people over and definitely not girls…”

“Are you telling me I’m the first girl he’s met?”

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he looks at you.

“Other than Nat and Wanda yeah I guess and they don’t count like that…”

“Like what?” you ask as you move closer.

“You know…”

“I don’t know. Don’t go all shy on me now.”

“Doll.”

“Bucky.”

“I haven’t stopped kissing you since you walked in! And even before that…he’s definitely not used to me giving someone else all my attention.”

“I feel extra special now.”

“You should doll face.”

Bucky’s smug smile chases away his shyness.

When you look back at Alpine he’s still staring at you in a clearly assessing manner.

“He always inspects every new person that comes over. He might be a bit overprotective.”  

“I hope I pass whatever test this is,” you whisper, giving Alpine your best smile.

The cat blinks several times before he stands and does a big stretch.

“OH BIG STRETCH!” you cheer.

Alpine let’s out a satisfied meow and saunters across Bucky’s legs and into your lap.

“Well,” Bucky starts. “That’s it, it’s official. He likes you.”

“That seemed too easy,” you state and gently scratch Alpine’s head.

“It was the ‘Oh big stretch!’” Bucky teases. “He just loves to hear how awesome he is.”

“Fair enough,” you giggle. “You’re very handsome Alpine.”

The cat meows and rubs closer himself on you.

“Just like your daddy,” you add, completely giving in and cuddling the cat.

“It really does work,” you laugh.

“Great!” Bucky says. “Now he’s really happy and he’s got you right where he wants you.”

Both you and Alpine look at Bucky who’s full on pouting.

“If I stop now he might not love me anymore!” you argue.

“Sureeeee,” Bucky counters.

Alpine starts to gently knead your thigh as he purrs louder and Bucky just let’s out a groan and grabs Alpine off your lap.

“That’s enough buddy. Stop feeling up my girl.”

You let out a peel of laughter and watch as Alpine turns his head up and then gives Bucky his backside as he walks away, clearly annoyed at being displaced.

“He looks mad Bucky.”

“He’ll get over it,” Bucky says. “And besides…this is our date and I plan on getting in all the kisses I can...and then some.”

“I have zero problem with that,” you tell him.

He grabs your waist and drags you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into his beard.

“Almost as soft as Alpine,” you tease.

“Hey now,” Bucky playfully admonishes.

Just before Bucky presses his lips to yours you catch sight of Alpine sitting across the room on the window sill, staring at the back of Bucky’s head.

“He’s staring again Buck,” you whisper against his lips with a small smile.

“Ignore him. He’s just trying to get our attention again.”

“You know you never gave me a tour of your place.”

“Later,” Bucky murmurs as his hands slip under your shirt. “You’re all mine now.”

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @kmc1989 @littleseasiren @lizette50

[sitkowski]

sunshine riptide (jolly karlsson x nick folio)

pairing: jolly karlsson x nick folio cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ oblivious idiots in love, enough fluff to kill a man, recreational drug use, shotgunning, size kink, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, anal fingering, barebacking, finger sucking, choking, praise kink, marking/biting, overstimulation, daddy kink, bottoming from the top. word count: 8.8k author's note: the brainworms for this one has been neverending, so here's nearly 9k of jolly and nick, enjoy! thanks to everyone who cheered me on with this one!! title comes from "sunshine riptide" by fall out boy 🫶🏻 dividers by @saradika-graphics

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The last pack of Pop Tarts are hidden away on the top shelf. Nick would know, he put them there so that no one else would steal them. Only he didn’t think it through and now he can’t reach them. Even standing on his tiptoes and jumping up. He could just climb up on the counter, but Matt yelled at him the last time he did it because apparently the bus counters aren’t for climbing. He’s not even in the room, but Nick’s sure he’d know if he did it anyway.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his ribs and Jolly is leaning over him, reaching up into the cabinet to grab the package and put it in his hands. Nick feels himself go hot all over, and his mouth falls open a little in surprise. He recovers quickly, trying not to say something stupid. Jolly’s close to him all the time, they’re all constantly in each other’s space.

But he’s close to him all the time. The bus, sharing hotel rooms, and just in general because they’re all so close And Nick’s brain can only handle so much of this man on a good day, on the days when his brain tells him that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to ask his friend if he can climb him like a tree, that’s another thing entirely. He wants to just take his Pop Tarts and run to his bunk, but then Jolly is giving him a smile. His hand is still on Nick’s side.

“Thanks, Jolls.” he says, hoping that the hearts aren’t actually visible in his eyes when he looks up at him. 

“Oh I totally had an ulterior motive for doing that,” Jolly tells him, and Nick does not say the first dirty thing that comes to his mind. “I wanted one of them. I was just waiting for you to try to get them.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Nick tears open the package and hands one of the Pop Tarts to him before scooting past him and heading towards his bunk.

He tells himself the last thing he needs to do is get himself in some kind of trouble by dating someone inside the band, he doesn’t want to fuck anything up. The fact that he’s had a crush on Jolly since he joined the band is irrelevant. He’d rather keep it to himself, and thinks that it’s just easier to be friends. There are times he wishes that they weren’t all as touchy feely as they are with each other, there’s only so much he can take.

Noah’s bunk is across from his, and with the curtain half open, he can see him inside, curled up in a hoodie that Nick is pretty sure belongs to Nicholas. It’s a kick in the chest lately every time he looks at him, seeing how exhausted he looks. Something’s got to give eventually.

“You okay, bub?” he asks, before breaking his Pop Tart in half and holding out a piece to Noah.

“Tired.” Noah says as he reaches across to accept it. “Why are you all blushy?”

Nick makes an affronted noise, distracted from the rapid change in subject. He didn’t think it was obvious. Groaning, he thinks of smothering himself in one of his pillows.

“Jolly's got big hands." Nick blurts out.

Noah looks down at his own hands, making a petulant noise. "What's your point?"

Nick does not say I want them on me every way I can get them and I'll do whatever I can to make that happen. Instead, he stands there, stubborn and silent, his face turning redder by the second. Noah finally looks up, and smiles.

"Oh, kid, you are so predictable, it's cute."

Just happy to see a smile on Noah’s face, Nick flips him off and shoves the rest of his Pop Tart in his mouth to avoid having to say anything else, before turning and crawling into his bunk. He gets a bit of a reprieve when Nicholas appears in the galley, coming up to Noah’s bunk with a determined look on his face. He feels like a voyeur listening in, but he’s already in his bed and there’s nowhere to escape now.

“Yes or no?” Nicholas asks, apparently picking up on an earlier conversation he and Noah had been having. “It’s your call. You know we’ll all back you. But I need you to say it.”

Nick sees the way that Noah’s been struggling lately, how the burnout has dug its claws into him and won’t let go. They’ve been going nonstop with less time off each go round, and while he loves this more than anything, it’s taking its toll. And he can see right now that Noah wants to say no, to try and push through and finish what they’ve started.

“Do you need us to say it for you?” He asks, and Nicholas and Noah both look at him. “Let us take the weight off of you?”

He sees Jolly lingering in the entryway, and when he meets his eyes, he nods. It’s a hard decision to make, but it’s got to be made and they’d never let Noah do it alone.

Noah sniffles a little, burrowing deeper into the hoodie, and Nicholas sighs, shoving him over and crawling right into the bunk beside him. Jolly comes down the hall and sits on the floor outside of Nick’s bunk. They wait, none of them saying anything at first. Nicholas has wrapped himself around Noah, and it feels like something Nick doesn’t think he’s meant to see.

“I wanna go home.” Noah mutters into the front of Nicholas’ shirt. “I wanna rest.”

“Then we’ll go.” Jolly says, and Nick nods in agreement. “We’ll make some calls.”

“Not LA.” Noah says. “I wanna go home. Just for a little while”

“We can do that,” Nick promises. At this point he’d take him wherever he wanted if it would make him okay.

Four days later and they’re booking their flight back to the states after releasing their statement. Despite the disappointment they all feel for having to pull out of the rest of the shows, seeing the relief that Noah feels as they board their plane is something that Nick won’t be able to forget. He’s asleep before they’re halfway home, his head pillowed on Nicholas' shoulder. On Nick’s other side, Jolly is tapping out a rhythm on his knee, and when Nick tips his head back into the seat and looks up at him, Jolly’s mouth curves upwards in a smile. He switches from tapping on his own leg to tapping on Nick’s, some secret code that he doesn’t understand but wishes he did.

Three days home and Nick’s already antsy. There’s only so much sleep he can get before he’s sitting up at three in the morning, watching Chopped reruns and fighting the urge to do something crazy like rearrange all his furniture. He’s got the solution and immediately starts making plans the second he wakes up on the third day. A friend of his in Maryland rents out her cabin, typically as an Airbnb, but she’s willing to give it up to him for a week for half the normal cost. All he can think about is packing his fishing gear and getting on his bike, enjoying the ride up and the peace and quiet. It’s never quiet in Los Angeles, which is probably why they all chose to go to the East Coast instead.

He goes to Noah and Nicholas’ place because he wants to check in on Noah before he leaves and make sure that he’s not doing anything but resting. He’s sure that Nicholas has him under control. It’s not surprising to find Jolly there too; as much time as they spend together on and off the road it’s just second nature to be in each other’s back pockets all of the time. When he lets himself inside, he can hear the sound of the television from the foyer, and when he walks around the corner he’s immediately satisfied to see that Noah is a lump in Nicholas’ lap on the sofa, rewatching Attack on Titan for who knows how many times.

Jolly’s sprawled out on the opposite sofa, half paying attention to the show and reading a book. He glances up and wiggles his fingers in a wave, and Nick feels a stupid flutter in his stomach. When he goes to sit down in the empty recliner, Jolly snags the back of his shirt and pulls him down into the empty space beside him. It’s unfair how he can move him around so easily, but Nick shuts that thought down really quick.

“I’m leaving for Rosa’s cabin in like…an hour, just wanted to come check and make sure the studio door was still locked tight.” he says instead.

“I’m sure Ruff’s come up with all sorts of creative ways to keep him sedated,” Jolly snorts, tucking his bookmark back into his book.

“I heard that,” Noah mumbles, raising a hand to flip him off. Nicholas smirks and pulls the blanket tighter over his shoulders.

“I know sweetheart, I said it loud enough,” he turns his attention to Nick. “Want some company?”

Nick stares at him as if he just asked the question in Swedish. It’s the last thing he expected, especially since he’s planning on leaving so soon. But Jolly doesn’t appear to be joking, and Nick swallows hard. Seven days alone with him is something entirely different than any other time they’ve hung out, and for some reason, it makes him nervous.

“You wanna come with me? I’m literally gonna do nothing but fish and sleep for a week, dude.”

“And if I stay here, I’m gonna get bored out of my mind watching these two play kissy face with one another and inevitably slip into a coma.”

“That’s dramatic.” Noah pipes up from his blanket cocoon.

Nick’s got two options. He can be an asshole and not let Jolly come with him or let him go. He could make up an excuse, say he isn’t going alone. But he doesn’t want to do that, it feels like a dick move and he honestly loves spending time with him. There’s a selfish part of him that knows him coming along might be a bad idea, but he doesn’t care. Even if they’re just going as buddies, it’s still a week with him all to himself.

“Yeah, okay. Why don’t you pack your stuff and meet me at my place?”

He was going to take his bike but it’s probably just easier to take his truck. More practical with both of their stuff and if they need to make store runs or anything. Not that he expects anything to go wrong, but it makes more sense.

“You two enjoy your vacation.” Nicholas says with a smug look.

Jolly, oblivious as ever, salutes him as he and Nick are heading towards the door. Nick catches on though, and points a finger at him in warning. All Nicholas does is blow him a kiss as Noah giggles into his blankets and turns his attention back to his show.

An hour later, Jolly’s tossing his stuff in the back of Nick’s truck alongside Nick’s bags and his fishing gear. The weather is supposed to be clear from there to Lusby, and it’s a two hour drive. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting the minute he and Jolly are in the cab of his truck, windows down as they get on the road. It’s a different kind of nervousness he feels, because Jolly’s always been there, just out of the corner of his eye, constantly on his mind. Nick lets him pick the music for the drive up, and the drive is mostly comfortable silence filled with the occasional comment about the scenery or a song.

They make good time, not bothering to stop for lunch and instead hitting up the nearest supermarket to stock up for the week so they won’t have to drive back out. And maybe, selfishly, Nick picks out a bunch of stuff just so Jolly can cook it for him because he knows that’s one of his favorite things to do. It doesn’t take long after they load up the groceries to find the back road that leads to Rosa’s cabin. Nick pushes his sunglasses up into his hair as the shade of the trees takes away the glare of the sun, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the way that Jolly’s taking in the view through the windshield. It’s a little cute, all the places in the world they’ve been and he still gets a little enamored with somewhere new.

Known as The Hideaway, the waterfront A frame cabin sits on two acres on the outskirts of town. From what Nick knows about it, it was built in the 70's and had belonged to Rosa's grandparents. She'd recently had it renovated a few years back, modernizing it for renters. Past the driveway and the pier, St. Leonard's Creek is the backdrop for their view, and Nick parks the truck in the driveway facing the water. He cuts the engine and pops open his door, taking a moment to breathe in the air.

“Is it always like this up here?” Jolly asks as he gets out of the truck.

“A whole different kind of quiet, yeah.”

They unload the truck and put all of the food away, and Nick sends Noah and Nicholas a text to let them know they arrived. The house hasn’t changed much since the last time he was there and he shows Jolly around the inside. It’s all basic; two rooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Nick doesn’t think they’ll need that much up here. And he can already feel himself unwinding the longer they’re there. 

“How do you know the girl that owns this place?” Jolly asks when they’re exploring the back patio and walking down towards the deck. “It sounded like you’ve been here more than once.”

“Our parents were friends, we saw each other around a lot. She lets me rent the place from time to time when I wanna disappear for a bit.”

“You dated?”

“I dated her brother. He had the good weed.”

Jolly stops short, and Nick realizes what he’s said. It’s not like he hides the fact that he’s bisexual from his friends, but the look of surprise on his face is confusing. It disappears just as quickly, and Jolly’s attention is on the pier as he walks ahead of him. Nick hangs back for a few moments, and he can’t help but pull out his phone to take a photo of him.

“If you’re gonna stand back there and take pictures, at least come out here and take one with me.” Jolly says, looking at him over his shoulder.

Blowing out a breath, Nick strolls down the pier, stopping when he’s standing beside him. Before he can say anything, Jolly plucks his phone from his hand and wraps his arm around his neck, pulling him in close. It's just automatic for him to drape his arm around Jolly’s back, smiling when he holds up the phone to take the picture.

“Alright,” Jolly gives his neck a quick squeeze before passing back his phone. “Let's go make some lunch, I'm starving.”

Nick stands there a little dumbly for a few seconds before turning and following him, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck as if he could still feel his hand on him. It’s not until they're in the kitchen that he finally looks at the photo that Jolly took, and it makes something in his chest ache.

“You okay?" Jolly asks, catching him staring at the screen intently.

Nick nods, “Yeah, I was just checking in with Rosa. What do you feel like for lunch?”

Jolly knew it was selfish to ask to come along on Nick’s week away, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't been lying when he told him that he would be bored at home or that it would drive him crazy watching Nicholas and Noah making heart eyes at each other. The chances of him walking in on them screwing around were absolutely possible. He could have just stayed in LA, made plans with friends out there. He doesn't mind the noise. But when Nick said he was leaving, he couldn't help himself.

It's probably the oldest cliche in the world, being in love with a friend and choosing to keep it to himself for the sake of friendship. It works for Noah and Nicholas, but they've been attached to each other since childhood. Jolly doesn’t want to risk his friendship with Nick over something that could crash and burn. The band doesn't need that. But seven days alone with him is either going to be the best or worst thing in the world. Jolly’s always been a little bit of a masochist. He'll take what he can get.

His sleep schedule is always fucked after being on the road, and he wakes up in the middle of the night dying of thirst. A minute or two of disorientation passes before he remembers he’s not at his apartment in Virginia or the LA house. He manages to stumble downstairs as quietly as possible, because he got the top floor room and Nick’s in the room on the first floor. There’s a small light above the stove they left on, and it’s the only thing keeping him from running into anything as he gets a glass and fills it at the sink.

Jolly’s halfway through the glass when he hears a sound that makes him freeze. He’d know it anywhere, and it’s one he probably shouldn’t know in the first place if not for years of touring together and sharing hotel rooms and constantly being on top of one another. You can only tour with someone for so long and not hear them jerking off, no matter how quiet they try to be. But the place is small and it’s three in the morning, and it’s impossible not to hear. The room that Nick is in is just off the hallway, the door only half closed, and another breathless whine filters through the open space. He should go back to bed, but instead he turns towards the hall.

The moonlight pouring through the windows offers just enough visibility for Jolly to be able to see, as if he were meant to. Nick’s sprawled on his back in bed, blankets and sheets shoved to the end. His hand works beneath the waistband of his basketball shorts, and he lets out a frustrated groan before shoving them off and kicking them away. Despite all of the water Jolly just drank, his mouth goes dry at the sight of him completely bare; nothing but tanned skin and ink glistening with sweat from the humid night air, the chain perpetually around his neck glinting in the light, the way his chipped nail polish stands out starkly, fist moving over his cock languidly. If the sights weren’t enough to drive him out of his mind, the sounds are being permanently seared in his brain, and he’s dangerously close to opening a box that says Folio: do not touch.

He freezes as Nick rolls over, away from the door, onto his stomach. His hips grind into the mattress, not even trying to be quiet as he pants and squirms into the sheets. Jolly contemplates pushing the door open the rest of the way as he watches the muscles in his back flex and shift, his other hand fisting in his own hair. Would Nick invite him in? Would he send him away, tell him to get the fuck out and go home? Nick’s moans are nearly loud enough to reverberate around the room, the slick sound of his hand moving almost as loud. He might not even notice if Jolly came in, and he presses the heel of his hand to the front of his sweats at the thought, so hard his knees feel weak at the simple touch.

But he won’t move, he can't. He doesn't touch himself more than he already is either, having to be content with watching.

“Joakim,” Nick gasps, still oblivious to his presence in the doorway.

There's no pretending he misheard, and Jolly feels his entire body go hot. He takes one halting step forward before he turns and staggers back towards the stairs. Once he's in his room, he swears he can still hear everything coming from downstairs, and the sound of his name coming from Nick's mouth—not even his nickname, but his name—as he gasped in pleasure is Jolly’s final straw. He's barely back in bed before he shoves his hand beneath the waistband of his sweats and wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking himself firmly. He sinks his teeth into the meat of his own arm so he won’t be heard, and he’s barely touched himself before he’s coming all over his hand, Nick’s name just beneath his tongue.

When Nick asks him the next morning how he slept, Jolly lies right through his teeth and says that he slept like a baby. The bite mark on his arm stings for two days.

He has to give Nick credit, it took him two days before he decided to do any fishing. Jolly doesn’t bring up the other night at all, keeps it to himself and focuses on the vacation. When Nick asks if he wants to come out on the pier with him while he’s fishing, he agrees easily.  The day is bright and warm, and Jolly enjoys watching Nick go into full concentration fishing mode. It’s something he’s seen before, and it never fails to entertain him. There’s two coolers beside them; one for fish and one that holds drinks. It’s not the first time he’s gone fishing with him, and it always fascinates him when Nick’s instructions actually lead to him catching something. He’s promised to cook whatever they catch, he knows Nick’s looking forward to that.

“It’s hot out.” Jolly observes after they’ve been at it for a while.

Nick squints, looking up at the sky, “Probably a few more hours before it’s at its hottest.”

Jolly glances over and sees that both of their phones are out of the way and he takes off his own sunglasses, setting them aside. Nick’s unaware of what he’s thinking, too invested in setting his pole aside to open the cooler for another bottle of water.

“We should cool off…”

He doesn’t give him any warning, grabbing him around the waist and hoisting him up. Nick’s shouts are lost as Jolly tips them both off the edge of the pier into the water below. They both surface at the same time; Nick spluttering and his hat floating nearby, and Jolly can’t help but reach out and push his wet hair back out of his face.

“You scared away my fish, Jolls,” Nick mutters, splashing him. He’d somehow managed to keep on his sunglasses, but he tosses them up on the dock with his hat. 

“You scared off your fish, yelling like that.”

 Jolly splashes him back harder, and Nick narrows his eyes at him for a second before he lunges. He expects it though, and tosses him over his shoulder back into the water. They wrestle around like that for a while, until they’re both too tired to try to get the upper hand on each other and just float around, basking in the sun and the sounds. Jolly wishes he could take a photo of Nick in this moment, floating on his back beside him, eyes closed and the sun beating down on him. Eventually, he turns his head to look at him, eyes bright in the reflection of the water, and the air grows thick with tension.

“You’re gonna regret this in the morning,” he says, voice soft.

Jolly ignores the irony in that statement, grabbing on to Nick’s ankle and pulling until he’s closer. Nick flails and straightens, shaking his head. His hair falls back in his face, reminding Jolly so much of when he’s lost in the music on stage.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle the morning after,” Jolly says, swimming a circle around him. “I’ve survived mornings after a show just fine.”

Something flickers across Nick’s face that he can’t really decipher, and he moves a little closer to him. Before he can even speak again, the sound of a boat tearing through the water down the creek ruins whatever the moment might be. When he looks back at Nick, he’s in the water up to his nose, and he should expect it when he lifts and spits a mouthful of water at him, letting out a gleeful cackle before swimming towards the ladder on the pier.

Jolly follows him reluctantly, pulling himself up onto the dock. Nick shakes himself off like a wet dog before stripping out of his shirt and wringing the water from it. His body feels heavy from being in the water so long, and when he looks at his phone, he sees it’s been over an hour.

“Well, now I need a nap,” he says, taking off his own shirt as if it’ll make his body feel lighter. “Wanna crash out and watch a movie before I start cooking these up?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

They grab their stuff and head back up to the cabin, trailing water up the path and onto the back deck. There are towels there and they both grab one to dry off with and wrap around their hips as they abandon their damp clothes to deal with later. In the bright light of the afternoon, the moment seems the complete opposite of the other night, just like any other moment on tour when they’ve been in dressing rooms or on the bus together. The air around them still feels charged with something, but Jolly doesn’t get his hopes up. He heads upstairs to get dressed, and when he goes down the hall to the tv room, Nick’s already dressed and has thrown himself across the longer part of the sofa.

Jolly could choose to sit in the chair but it honestly doesn’t look very comfortable, so he goes to the other end of the couch and sits. Nick doesn’t even say anything, he just grabs one of the throw pillows, puts it in his lap and pats it as he grabs the remote to turn on the television. Jolly hesitates, only for a fraction of a second because he’s used to being able to use his friends as pillows constantly and this should feel no different, and scoots over and lays down.

They’re halfway through the first movie when he feels Nick’s fingers in his hair, carding through the damp strands absently. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, eyelids growing heavy at the attention. Eventually, it’s just Nick’s palm curved against the side of his head, fingertips just so at the edge of his jaw. Jolly risks a glance upward and sees that Nick’s asleep, head tilted back into one of the other pillows. He tries not to move much, surprisingly comfortable in the position he’s in, and lets himself settle more, closing his eyes.

Rosa’s got a strict no smoking in the house, or I’ll kill you, Folio policy, so he takes it out onto the back patio beneath the covered canopy by the firepit. It’s just barely after sunset, the temperature just barely starting to dip and the evening air sticky with humidity. Nick lights his joint and props his feet up on the edge of the firepit, sinking down into one of the deck chairs and tilting his head back. Thunder rumbles across the river, a storm rolling in. Dinner was great, and Jolly practically kicked him out of the kitchen so he could clean up even though he was the one who cooked. 

If he didn’t know any better, Jolly was flirting with him earlier. But the more he thinks about it, the more that doesn’t make any sense because that’s how he’s always been with him from the day they met. He tries not to think too much about it, lets the weed get him out of his head because they still have four days here and Nick’s just trying to not make an idiot of himself.

“Do you wanna light this?” Jolly asks as he sits in the chair to Nick’s right.

“S’too hot for it,” Nick mumbles and when Jolly wiggles his fingers at him, he passes him the joint. “Gonna rain soon anyways.”

Rolling his head to the side, Nick watches as Jolly takes a hit; the way his cheeks hollow out and how the fading light catches on his rings. He’s staring, he knows he is. So much for not thinking about this too much, because the second Jolly’s in his orbit, it’s all he’s thinking about.

“You’ve got big hands,” he slurs before he can stop himself. “Why is it so fucking distracting?”

Jolly meets his eyes for a moment before he lifts one of his hands to spread his fingers out and look at them. Nick means to reach for the joint, but instead he finds himself pressing his hand to Jolly’s. Gauging the difference. He goes to take his hand back, realizing the line he’s crossing a fraction too late, but Jolly holds onto him. He takes another hit from the joint, and then pulls until Nick has no point but to lean into his personal space and accept the smoke being blown into his mouth. It would be so easy to finish crossing that line, but instead he leans back, snatching both his joint and his hand back.

“Why’d you do that?” he asks as he exhales.

“Cause you wouldn’t.”

Time slows to a steady crawl, and Nick’s head feels like it’s filled with something soft. He turns his attention to the river again, watching the sun fully melt behind the treeline on the other side. Clouds roll in the darker it gets, the thunder getting closer. His mind tells him that’s some sort of euphemism for what’s happening right now.

“Nick? Hey, look at me?” Jolly’s voice is practically crawling over his skin, and he manages to turn his eyes to him. “You good?”

“Mhm, Just a little…hot.”

He tries not to squirm around in the chair, handing over the joint again. His eyes flutter closed and he tips his head back against the chair, running his fingers through his hair absently. Sweat beads on his neck and he hears the chair creak beside him, a quiet groan following. He thinks that Jolly’s getting up to leave, but when his eyes flutter open and he turns his head to look at him, he sees that he’s got his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts.

“You too,” Jolly murmurs and Nick blinks as if he’s confused when he is very much not. “C’mon Nicky, play the game.”

Game. Nick’s world tilts on its axis. He doesn’t have a chance to fully cross that line because Jolly’s yanking him over it with those words and he watches as he takes one last hit before flicking the roach into the fire pit. It’s not the craziest thing Nick’s ever done, not the first time someone’s watched him. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he keeps his eyes on Jolly as he pushes at the waistband of his shorts, lifting up and moving them down his thighs.

He can feel Jolly’s eyes burning into him as he tries to gather as much spit as he can in his palm before wrapping his fingers around his half hard cock. He jerks his chin at him, because he’s not going to be the only one with his dick out if they’re doing this. Jolly moves his shorts down and Nick hears him let out a little sigh as he starts stroking himself again. Moving his hand slowly at first, warming himself up, Nick lets his eyes drift from his face to his cock, moving between those ringed fingers.

“Are you hard for me, pretty?” Jolly asks, sounding so calm that it actually makes Nick a little mad. “Let me see.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Nick shifts around in the chair and drags his shirt up out of the way. Jolly’s chair creaks more as he actually leans forward to look. Nick wishes he would touch him, but he just watches. He drags his fingers up the underside of his cock, head hitting the back of the chair as he lets out a whine between his gritted teeth. He swears to himself that if this happens again, he’s going to make Jolly pay for this moment. It’s started to rain, but all Nick can hear is the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears and the quiet moans from Jolly to his left.

“Jolls—”

“No, say it the other way, say it how you said it the other night.”

It takes a few seconds for the meaning behind his words to kick in, and Nick stops, gasping for air. Because there’s no way that Jolly could know exactly what he was doing the first night they were here. It had been the middle of the night and Nick had been alone in his room.

“Did you…did you hear me?” he asks, voice rising suspiciously high.

Jolly looks a little embarrassed. “I came downstairs for a drink—”

“Did you watch me?” Suddenly he’s moving, pulling up his shorts. Jolly looks surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting Nick’s reaction. And honestly, Nick isn’t even sure why he’s reacting this way, but a part of him feels wrong about this. “God, what am I doing, what the fuck am I doing?”

Instead of walking towards the cabin, he starts for the path to the pier, needing to breathe. This isn’t how he thought this would go. But that word keeps flickering in his mind. Game. If it’s just a game to Jolly, he doesn’t want to play. He doesn’t get very far down the dark path before Jolly’s there, grabbing his arm and yanking him around.

Nick might be small, but he doesn’t even think when he rips his arm out of his grasp and shoves him back. Jolly stumbles a few steps, but it’s too dark to see his face. “That’s what this is to you? A game? Did you come here this week just to fuck around with me?”

“No! I didn’t, I—”

“Do you not get what’s on the line here?”

“Let me expl—”

“I didn’t bring you here for you to use me as some sort of—”

Jolly lets out an aggravated growl and fists his hands in the front of Nick’s shirt, practically lifting him off his feet, nearly shaking him. “I love you.”

“You mean like you love Ruff and Noah? Sure.”

“Oh my god, you are way too pretty to be this stupid, I’m never letting you smoke again,” He hauls Nick in closer, leaning down until they’re at eye level. “I’m in love with you.”

Nick knows he heard him right, but he still just stares at him dumbly for a few seconds before he actually has the capacity to react. Reaching up, he cups Jolly’s face, dragging his thumbs against his jaw.

“You fucking asshole.” he breathes out before pulling his mouth down to his.

Nick’s thought about this before, of course he has. But thinking about it and finally doing it are two different things entirely. The minute he kisses Jolly, any rational thought of stopping flees his mind. Here he is, standing in the now pouring rain in the dark, and the only thing that matters is this; Jolly’s still got his hands fisted in the front of his shirt and Nick wraps his arms around his shoulders, kissing him harder. Jolly makes a needy sound in the back of his throat, trying to get him closer.

“Tell me,” he whispers against Nick’s mouth, sucking his bottom lip between his and grazing it with his teeth. “Tell me you love me too.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I was eighteen,  I just didn’t want to fuck up the band. Which is probably funny if you think about it, given that Nick and Noah are practically married to one another—”

The next thing he knows, Jolly’s grabbing him by his face and kissing him so hard they nearly fall over. Nick grabs at his shoulders, trying to stay upright. Just as quickly, he’s pushing him back, trying to ignore the disappointed noise that he makes.

“Okay, we need to go inside right now because I am not above you fucking me out here.”

Jolly laughs weakly, forehead pressed to his. “That is not the threat you think it is.”

Grabbing onto his wrist, Nick turns and starts pulling him back up the path to the cabin. Jolly doesn’t try to stop him, not until they’re in the hallway and then he’s extracting himself from his grasp, only to turn him around and press him against the wall. They stare at each other for a long, tense moment. Nick’s tongue drags across his bottom lip and Jolly’s eyes track the movement hungrily. Reaching out, he curls his hand around the nape of his neck, leaning down to kiss him open mouthed and slow.

When he wraps his other hand around the underside of Nick’s chin, Nick nearly melts into the wall. He pushes into that hold, grabbing onto Jolly’s sides, trying to get him to move towards the bedroom. But he’s made himself immovable and Nick whines impatiently.

“Please,” he gasps, tugging on his shirt. “Joll—”

Jolly pulls back, bringing himself to his full height. “Hm?”

Nick knows what he wants. At this point, he would give him anything he wanted if he asked, and even if he didn’t say it out loud. Curling his hand around Jolly’s where it’s still holding onto his face, Nick pulls it away and presses his mouth to his palm, and keeping his eyes on him he sinks his teeth in, just a little.

“Take me to bed, Joakim.”

His words have the exact effect that he was hoping for. Jolly grabs onto the front of his shirt, pulling him away from the wall and backing him up into his room. The minute the back of Nick’s legs hit the edge of the bed, he pulls free long enough to yank his shirt over his head and shove off his shorts. Jolly strips out of his clothes just as quickly. He starts to take off his rings but Nick shakes his head rapidly, stopping him.

“Leave them on.”

He barely gets the last word out before Jolly’s on him, using one of those ringed hands to shove him back onto the bed. Nick knows he could resist a little, make him work for it, but it’s kind of been a thought of his to let him toss him around however he wants, and he lets him do just that. At least until Jolly gets onto the bed with him, and then Nick strikes. He twists them around, shoving him onto his back and straddling his legs, grabbing his wrists and shoving them to the mattress. Jolly looks almost surprised, laughing a little, until Nick wipes that look off his face by reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

“Pretty like the rest of you,” he murmurs, shuffling forward a little. His breath hitches as his cock slides slickly against Jolly’s a few times and when he looks up at his face, he can see that he’s struggling to stay still. “Hang on a sec, good boy.”

Nick doesn’t miss the full body shudder that Jolly gives when he lets go of him to grab the bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer. He leans in to kiss him, quick and affectionate, and presses his forehead to his. Jolly’s hands are immediately on him, wrapping around his sides as he rolls his hips upward. Nick gasps and grinds down, and his eyes flutter closed.

“That what you like?” Nick asks, unable to help himself. “You like it when I tell you you’re being a good boy? Or do you want something else?”

“I swear to fucking god, Nick—”

“I don’t know, you look like you want me to call you daddy while I ride you until you cry.”

The look that Jolly gives him is almost panicky, as if he’s shocked that Nick figured out his deep dark secret. He also doesn’t deny it. Instead he grabs onto Nick’s chain, pulling him down. He doesn’t kiss him though, he pulls him up a little further and gets his mouth on Nick’s chest; traces his tongue over the ink there, sinks his teeth hard into a section of bare skin below one of the eagle wings. He moves lower and bites him again, until Nick has to physically pull him away by his hair. Mostly to stop himself from coming too soon rather than him not liking it.

“You wanna do the honors?” he asks, waving the bottle of lube in front of Jolly’s eyes.

Jolly sits up, keeping Nick in his lap, and takes the bottle from him. The lube is cold, makes Nick twitch and laugh a little against Jolly's throat, but his fingers are warm when they press into him. It's been a while, but not long enough to feel uncomfortable. Nick hums and rocks down into the intrusion, dragging his mouth up the side of Jolly's throat. He knows that the angle must be murder on Jolly's wrist, but he's also seen what the man does with a guitar on the regular. 

Nick doesn’t need much, and he tries to tell Jolly that, but he’s insistent. Nick wants to love that about him, that he cares so much to make sure that he’s fully prepared, but most of his brain is just telling him to hurry the fuck up so he can get what he wants. He stays as still as he can, even as he brushes his fingers over his prostate and makes Nick sink his teeth into the meat of Jolly’s shoulder. He whines and rocks down on his hand, trying to get him to either move faster or pull them out. Finally he gives up, grabbing onto Jolly’s wrist himself and pulling his fingers free.

“Impatient brat,” Jolly mutters under his breath, giving himself a few quick strokes to slick the way before wiping his hand on the sheets beneath them. “You want it so bad? Fine.”

He throws himself back against the pillows and gestures for Nick to go ahead. Nick shuffles on his knees a little, lifting up and reaching back to wrap his fingers around Jolly’s cock. He keeps his eyes on him the entire time, he doesn’t want to miss the look on Jolly’s face as he sinks down on him slowly, taking him in inch by inch until there is no space between them. He won’t tell him he’s grateful for the prep, because it still feels overwhelming as he sits still for a moment and breathes. His eyes sting, for all his big talk of making Jolly cry, he’s the one who’s suddenly emotional about this.

“Hey, hey,” Jolly’s hands stroke over his thighs and Nick leans forward, bracing his hands on his chest, curling over him. “It’s okay, c’mere.”

Jolly holds onto the nape of his neck, kissing him soft and slow and the more Nick gets lost in it, the calmer he feels. His lips are tingling when he pulls away and presses his forehead into Jolly’s shoulder, before he finally sits upright. He can feel him shift inside of him and he sees Jolly gritting his teeth and trying to be nice for the sake of giving Nick the time he needs to adjust.

“I need you to do something for me,” He says and Jolly blinks as if he can’t understand why Nick is trying to have a conversation with him. “You’re gonna be good and stay still for me. No touching…yet.”

“Are you fu—”

“Ah, no,” Nick presses his hands to Jolly’s chest harder, raising himself up and sinking back down, effectively cutting off his words. “Just…just give me this, okay?”

He knows that he sounds desperate, but he is. Because the second that Jolly touches him again, he’s going to lose it. And he can see that Jolly’s contemplating just ignoring him, tossing him over and having his way with him. Normally Nick would be all for that. But not yet, not right away. He needs it to last, and he’s willing to drag out that he’s got some facet of control over this situation as long as he can.

Finally, Jolly relents and brings his hands up to the headboard, keeping them there. There’s a glint in his eyes that tells him he’s not going to agree to this for long, but Nick likes that. He rises up slowly and back down in long, steady strokes. The whole time he keeps his eyes on Jolly's, watching his mouth part on each gasp and moan he lets out with every twitch of Nick's hips. He won’t let him touch him, and he won’t touch himself. Not yet, even though he’s so hard it makes him dizzy. Jolly’s hands flex impatiently against the headboard, and Nick blinks sweat from his eyes. His entire body feels as if it’s caught on fire and he can’t breathe, his head dipping forward.

“Nicky, please, let me—”

Nick’s resolve weakens the moment Jolly starts begging, and all he can do is nod rapidly. He doesn’t even get a chance to speak before Jolly’s moving; he lifts up and maneuvers them so quickly that Nick’s head spins when he finds himself face down on the bed, Jolly crowding up behind him. He yanks him up on his knees, pushing his chest into the mattress with a hand to the middle of his back. His fingers slide up to clamp on the back of Nick’s neck, and he leans down close to his ear.

“Your turn to be good for me now.” he mutters.

“Sure, Joll—”

“I thought you were gonna call me something else?” his mouth curves against Nick’s cheek. “C’mon pretty, you were making some big promises earlier.”

Nick laughs weakly, “Right, daddy.”

Jolly gives his neck a squeeze before straightening on his knees, and Nick can feel his hands grabbing onto his hips and pulling him back onto his cock. He moans into the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric for some sort of stability as Jolly rocks forward sharply. He starts to reach down to get a hand on his cock, but before he can, Jolly grabs his wrist and holds it down to the bed, before blanketing his body with his own. His weight pushes Nick’s hips down into the mattress, giving him all the friction on his cock that he needs, and he whines high in his throat.

“Are you close?”

Nick nods desperately. He feels small beneath him, unable to move at all, and he loves it.

“You gonna let me keep fucking you after you come?” Jolly asks. When Nick nods again, pressing his forehead into the bedding, that apparently isn’t good enough for him. He wraps a hand around Nick’s throat, pulling him up. “I need words, pretty.”

Nick doesn’t give him words, Nick comes. It surprises both of them, and Jolly goes still for a moment, gives him time to catch his breath while simultaneously keeping him pinned down in his own mess.  He also doesn’t let go of Nick’s throat, fingers flexing as if curious to what his reaction is going to be now.

“What are you waiting for?” Nick asks, still trying to catch his breath. “Keep going. You can.”

Jolly takes him at his word, keeping him partially lifted so that his back is curved as he rocks back into him at a faster pace than before. The fingers on his neck slide up, over Nick’s lips, and he pulls them into his mouth almost automatically, whining around the digits. He couldn’t offer up a coherent thought right now if someone asked him to, instead squeezing his eyes closed and sliding his tongue around Jolly’s fingers down to his rings.

“Can I come inside you?” Jolly asks suddenly.

Nick blinks his eyes open, rolling them up to look at him over his shoulder. Jolly’s own eyes are wild and burning into him, and he can’t actually tell him yes but he nods frantically, hoping that it’s enough. It must be, because Jolly’s rhythm falters and he gives him a few more sharp thrusts before going still against him.

He doesn’t collapse on top of Nick, instead shakily pulling back, trailing his mouth down his shoulder as he pulls his fingers from Nick’s mouth, reaching down to lace them through his as they both come down. Eventually, it gets to be too much and he moves, pulling out of him slowly and dropping down on the mattress at his side. 

Nick doesn’t hesitate, moving right into his personal space and pressing his lips to his. Jolly kisses him back, tugging on his hand until Nick’s sprawled over his chest.

He’s not even sure how long they stay like that before they drag themselves from the bed and into the shower.

Jolly’s pretty sure they barely leave that bed for the next three days, beyond getting up to eat or go to the bathroom or make sure that no one’s texted them to see if they’re still alive. For the first day, he actually expects to wake up and it all be a dream. He thinks that he’d find Nick out on the dock fishing like nothing had happened. But when he blinks his eyes open that morning and finds Nick tucked against his side, one arm tossed over his hips and his hair in his face as he snores softly, it’s just a relief.

The real world does call them back eventually, in the form of Nicholas reaching out about some festival stuff for the fall. Nick is out on the pier this time while Jolly’s sitting in the tv room trying to finish the book he brought with him, when Nicholas calls. And Jolly half listens, hearing all of the good points about sticking to the idea of postponing everything for the rest of the summer. His attention keeps drifting from his voice on the other end of the line to the window, where he can see Nick making his way back up the path towards the cabin.

“It’s just one show,” Nicholas is saying, and Jolly hears the sliding door open and close before the sound of Nick coming up the stairs. “For now at least, and still far enough away.”

“Yeah, Mayhem sounds good.” Jolly agrees halfheartedly. He probably would have agreed to any show, not really listening.

Nick comes into the room, and seeing that Jolly’s got his phone to his ear gets what he can only describe as devious as he walks over and plants himself right in Jolly’s lap. Nicholas keeps right on talking, oblivious. And maybe Jolly should end the call, but then he starts telling him about how good Noah’s been doing and he doesn’t want to be an asshole.

He looks up at Nick, who’s doing nothing but straddling him and tracing his fingers over the lettering on his shirt, trying to act innocent. His nail polish has chipped more, and for some reason that’s what steals his attention from his phone. He narrows his eyes and Nick gives him a little smile, dimples showing.

“Did I lose you, man?” Nicholas asks. “How’s it going up there?”

Nick’s close enough to him that he can hear the other side of the conversation. They haven’t said anything yet to anyone, wanting to keep it to themselves until they got home. It’s not that Jolly thinks that they’ll have any problem with the two of them, together. Nick seems to sense his hesitation to speak and plucks his phone from his hand.

“I promise we’ll give you all the gossip when we get home. Yes, we. No, I’m not elaborating on that, Nicholas. Why don’t you go take care of your boyfriend, I’m gonna take care of mine.”

Nick hangs up the phone before anything else can be said, dropping it onto the sofa beside Jolly’s leg, giggling to himself when the phone starts vibrating with notifications.

“You are such a fucking brat,” Jolly says fondly.

Shrugging with faux innocence, Nick drapes his arms over his shoulders, leaning his forehead against his, “Maybe. C’mon, let’s go for a swim. We’ve still got time.”

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i'm curious, do you have any romantic headcanon (or something cute or idk) of Indra? 👀👀

IN FACT, YES, I can talk about this man all day long, I never run out of ideas for him 😭💕I love to picture Indra as a father, it warms my heart.

I usually paint Indra as the worst villain and a terrible person in my works, but I also like to fantasize about a beautiful, human, real side of him🤗❣️

Here's a little bit of that, romanticism and cute stuff, Indra being a nice father and a good husband💫🙏

- Unexpected, but the best father of all Uchiha men. He grew up so lonely and abandoned by his parental figures that no matter how consumed he is by the curse of hatred, he has a special place in his heart for his children (and he has a lot of them, yes). People would think he is absent with his children, but he is in fact the mama bird of the relationship.

- His best way of showing trust is by allowing her to touch his hair. He has an intrinsic affectionate relationship with his mane, it is impossible for him to cut it or reduce its size because it has accompanied him during all his odysseys, it is his sign of power. Allowing (Y/N) to comb it, or make a braid, a ponytail, is because he genuinely trusts her.

- Special affection for animals. Who initiates the family cat tradition, and is personally in charge of feeding all the living beings he allows to inhabit his house. He has only one dog to symbolize the companion he lost as a child, but about eight cats mixed between nature and his home.

- He is the one who teaches his children how to take care of their hair. Having inherited his father's imposing hair, Indra himself is in charge of telling them how to wash it, comb it, and what styles to use for comfort and practicality.

- Every night and when the children are already asleep, he likes to sit on the engawa of his house facing the garden, and ask (Y/N) to sit between his legs resting her back against his chest. Staying in that position, for a good few minutes, brings him peace.

- Never having been able to express in words how he feels about her, he chooses to show her firsthand. He gives her a beautiful graphic explanation of everything he feels for her through his eyes, using his Sharingan to give concept and form to the beautiful things only she can make him experience.

- He is not a person of many words, but every time he comes across her at home during the day, he kisses the crown of her head, resting his cheek against her hair after a few seconds and closing his eyes, breathing in her perfume and recharging his energy.

- He only says I love you when he thinks (Y/N) is asleep. Indra finds it insanely hard to accept he is only human, that he feels, and hates it when people acknowledge him as such. Only when he thinks she cannot hear him is he can put into words what he feels, and (Y/N) always waits to hear him by pretending to sleep.

- His love language is giving gifts. Without affinity for the verbal part of the relationship, he decides to show how he feels with expensive things, clothes, jewelry, make-up, you name it. Sometimes, if he is in a good mood, he leaves a note with a heart drawn next to his gift, but he hopes (Y/N) won't comment on it.

- He is happy seeing her happy. After achieving his main goal and the reason his life functioned, he found that taking care of his wife's fulfillment gave him the same satisfaction as trying to destroy his brother. He focused 100% on her, and no matter how many children were in between, (Y/N) never ceased to be his priority.

- With their first born and in his first months of life he loved to have him sleep between the two of them. Indra would put him to bed between mom and dad, enveloping him in the presence of his parents and wanting him close at all times. He loves his babies sleeping on his chest too, good winter naps laying on daddy.

- He loves flowers, madly appreciates their beauty, and loves to gather a small sprig from the garden to leave on (Y/N)'s bedside table for her to see when she wakes up. Again, he hopes she doesn't thank him or comment on them, but simply sees them and thinks of him. He always makes sure to interchange types and colors so as never to repeat the same pattern of flower arrangement. With the arrival of his children, he has assistants assembling the perfect bouquet for mom.

- The best at singing lullabies. He doesn't remember where he got them from, but he knows so many bedtime songs there is no doubt who is in charge of putting the little ones to rest. His voice becomes extremely soft when it comes to them, and they fall asleep in a matter of minutes with daddy's voice.

- With his first child, he didn't sleep the first three nights of the baby's life, worried that something would happen to him while he was resting or that someone would steal him. He stood guard all night and took care of all the child's cries, Sharingan always active just in case any threat was near. Ultimately, after giving in to a full afternoon nap, he chooses to tuck him into bed with them both.

- He does not like (Y/N) to work or exert herself, always surrounding her with his best servants to ensure she has everything she needs and lacks nothing. If she refuses to receive assistance like royalty, he himself will do the chores so his wife won't lift a finger.

- He loves to cook. He refuses to have a personal chef, almost always taking care of all the day's dishes. On the nights they spend with (Y/N) for their dates, he is usually the one in charge of dinner, and if she wants him to not have to do anything, they go out to eat at some fine food stand.

- He loves all of his children, but his favorite is his little girl. The last of all to arrive is the one who steals his heart completely, his princess. He kills and hurts for anyone in his family, but this little girl has him in a chokehold. He fulfills her every whim without complaint.

- He always seeks intimacy with (Y/N), be it a small moment of the day or a night dedicated to themselves. Loves and needs her emotionally as well as physically, and always prioritizes adult time with no children around. He takes it upon himself to get a babysitter so he can shower his wife with quality time and good sex.

- He doesn't really know how to be romantic, but he tries by preparing special dinners with (Y/N's) favorite dishes and asking her how her day was after a tiring one. His love language consists of gestures and gifts, and he tries to make them present so that his wife never doubts his love.

- (Y/N) caught him several times telling the children about their uncle Ashura, what a good man he was, and the honorable way he fell in battle. He never mentions their fight or his family's conflict, and she assumes it is to preserve a favorable image of their uncle. Perhaps after his death, Indra made peace with his brother.