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shadowbrightshine · 11 months ago

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Heartbreaking exchange I just thought of between two Hatchetfield ocs.

Opal (who you've seen) and Daniela her first and only friend from Clivesdale when Dan comes to visit. This is the Starry eyed revival au (and the reformed -mostly- Lords stuck in Hatchetfield from @marvelmaniac715 s fic au as well)

For context Opal doesn't "have a birthday" but she's under age 10. Her birth parents are absolutely terrible people and she ran away and ended up homeless in Hatchetfield after hiding on a boat from Clivesdale.

Ok scrolling back up heavy heavy warnings for child abuse I should save this for a proper fic but it's too late now. Holy crap I didn't think the whole thing would fall out of me. I promise most of my ocs aren't this heavily traumatized.

It's a little rough compared to my usual handling and I may take it down if you guys are really upset by it. I usually plan out my depictions of abuse more carefully but I do think this is still acceptable for my standards.

Saying it again.

Warnings for child abuse I didn't realize how heavy this was until reading it back.

The Waylon place was slightly fuller than usual, it was still less than the full member list, but Sapphire and Zelda and Nate were here today along with the usuals.

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"I don't know how to dance!" She protested.

Opal paused and then grinned. "I do! Sapphire gave me lessons! Just follow my lead."

Sapphire herself, who was sitting next to Pokey on an extremely rare visit to the new revival, called out. "I did not! I've been making you stay away from my ritualistic dances."

Opal froze. "I...uh...um..." She drooped. "Yeah...I know."

Sapphire blinked. "Why'd you lie? You don't follow Pokotho." Pokotho himself was eyeing Daniela (and...Opal?) with a strange amount of distain. An...abnormally high amount of distain actually what- her train of thought was paused and resumed from before it started. "Why'd you lie?" Sapphire unknowingly repeated.

The tiny girl kicked her leg. "You and your wife are the best dancers ever so I'd be cooler that way."

She smiled at the earnest complement but pointed out. "But your friend doesn't know me. My name means nothing to her and everyone else already knows I don't let you near my practices."

Opal looked even more embarrassed and wilted under the eye of the God currently sitting in the house with her. "Oh."

Daniela broke out of her semi stupor. "Hey! We promised not to lie to each other!"

Opal became even smaller. "I-I oh no...I forgot." She said in horror. "I forgot about our promise! I'm so sorry!!" Tears formed in her eyes.

Daniela quickly hugged her. "No no it's ok! Really, I thought you were dead anyways so it's like all our promises reset. We just have to make a new one. I forgive you."

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yeah, really." The girls dried Opal's eyes together and nodded. They put an arm on each other's shoulders.

"Promise!!!" They both headbutted each other and fell on the ground with cries of pain. The other members of the group looked at them. Tim set down Webby's butterfly plushie and the patch he was sewing onto it.

"Uh... why did you do that?" Tim asked, a little concerned and glancing around to make sure Reed wasn't there to fawn over his adoptive daughter. Now wasn't the time.

Opal held her head. "When you break a promise you hurt yourself too."

Daniela nodded. "Opal taught me it. It's like an extra important promise."

Tim felt uneasy about those words. The sentiment itself was fine, in fact it was strangely mature for her age. Something else was off. "Opal, who taught you to hurt yourself for promises?" It shouldn't have been so worrying, and his wording might be too assumptive...But Tim's new sense of people that was developing alongside his involvement with Wiggly told him this wasn't good.

Opal scratched at the spot on her arm that raised alarm bells for everyone else. Otto quietly scooted closer, trying not to let his hoof skin hybrid feet make too much noise. "When Mother-" Otto tensed. "Made me promise things she'd hit me. Because if I broke my promise she'd make it hurt ten times worse." She sounded so normal about it.

Daniela nodded, she clearly didn't like her friend being hit. "When we became friends we wanted to change it."

Opal nodded emphatically. "I would Never hit Daniela! Never ever, not once!" She paused. "Except the ones where you go bap." She very lightly tapped her own arm. "Those are ok."

"Or head patting!" Daniela started the gesture on Opal but she flinched and made a pained noise. "What happened? I didn't do it hard!"

"You hit the sore part."

"Sorry!!"

"I forgive you."

"Ok!"

Otto spoke up. "Opal, mom's aren't allowed to hit people for breaking promises."

"They can't hit you for that either?" Opal asked cluelessly. "How many things did she do that are illegal?" This set something off in her friend.

Daniela, who clearly had been holding something back for some time blurted out. "Everything they did was illegal! You ate dog food and lived where your dog pooped and peed and didn't go to school! That's bad! It's really really bad! No one else had that happen!" Most of the kids that hadn't stuck out when the heavy conversation started flinched.

Sapphire made a mental note to buy Reed some wine and groceries. He was doing God's work for that girl. (Also Noelle needed food and it was her turn to help pay anyways). Otto moved away from them, trying to process the statement.

Opal was shocked. "Wait...no one? I thought it was normal for Cli-" she caught herself. "For people back at my old home. I thought Hatchetfield was just special."

"What the fuck..." River whispered, horrified at the idea of a mother doing anything other than spoil her kids. They were working on him but he had a right to be terrified this time.

The slightly older girl continued. "No, it's weird and very bad. That's why I told you to live with me instead. Why didn't you? I waited for so long and you never came back..." Daniela's eyes got watery and she asked quietly. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Opal sat on the floor and dug her nails into the spot on her arm. "..." She swallowed. "Old dad found out I'd left to visit you at school, and told me if I didnt tell him who you were he'd make me." She stared at one of the deep scars on her pointer finger.

"He wanted to make you disappear so I disappeared instead and ran out of the house, and kept running and running and I hid on the boat. I wasn't making myself invisible for most of the run, so I was scared he'd find me and follow me." Opal looked her best friend in the eye, voice quiet. "He was gonna hit you until you died and leave you in the basement with me forever. He told me so."

Daniela was speechless.

"I wanted to say goodbye!" Opal was crying now. "I really really wanted to but I was so scared! I didn't want you down there with me! You live in the sunlight and I live in the basement and that's how it is and if you're in the basement too than everything is wrong."

She sniffed and her eyes glazed over. "If you're dead we can't play games anymore. Old dad said he won't feed us until we eat you instead and I don't want to eat people! Sprinkles is a good dog and she'd never do that, so I'd have to do it so she could get food again and I don't want to do it!" Opal covered her face. "I don't want to!"

There was a heavy silence. Daniela crawled over to the sobbing child. "You don't gotta. See? I'm alive right here. I've never been in the basement before. See? This is the cool clubhouse you told me about."

Opal didn't answer, grabbing her and hugging her as tightly as she could. The room erupted into movement. Some people running over to comfort Opal, some running out to throw up or just get away, and Otto was grabbing River by the arm to fire up his golf cart and go find Reed in town. Tim started praying to God. Both of them, though he didn't realize Wiggly was able to hear all his prayers.

Pokotho didn't look upset at all. Sapphire stopped noticing that and leaned over to touch Trent's arm. "You should go upstairs for a bit, ok?" He nodded mutely and headed for the stairs. Daniela stared down the others with a protective gaze and they stopped coming closer.

Daniela held onto Opal. "It's ok. You were super awesome. You saved me and I'm not ever gonna be mad about it ever again. I forgive you times a million gazillion. We can dance tomorrow ok? I'm gonna be here for two whole weeks so it's all ok now."

"I don't wanna see you die..."

"You won't! I'm gonna live as long as you do! Best friends die at the same time. I read about it in Dad's book, it said if you love someone enough you'll die with them and I love you so much!"

"Really?"

"I think so! So that means we just have to not die and we can be best friends forever, but for real! Friends are forever."

"Friends are forever." Opal repeated quietly, relaxing. "And ever, and ever, and ever."

"Mhm. See? You're parents didn't do anything different after you left. They don't care you're gone so they're not gonna look for you. You're safe now."

That soothed Opal more than anything previously. "You're safe too. Just forget me at home so we don't get in trouble ok?"

Daniela argued indignantly. "I'm not gonna forget my best friend! I'll just not talk about you at school."

"...Ok..." She looked drained and was getting limper in her friends arms by the second. "Promise you're not mad at me anymore? I don't wanna be mad..."

"Promise. I promise with a super hard headbutt that I am always gonna be your best friend and that I'm not mad at you for running away anymore."

Opal smiled. "I promise it back too."

Daniela lightly tapped both of them and her friend fell asleep on the floor as she usually did.

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Ok I originally intended this scene to be briefer and then go into Pokotho explaining he didn't like Opal because he'd already made the mistake of using her in an apotheosis once and never again but uh.

Nope I'm leaving it here. Holy crap.

#shine post #starkid fic #tw child abuse #starkid oc #hatchetfield #Hatchetfield oc #hatchetverse #I've been listening to spies are forever and coded opal and Daniela to Curt and Owen but children and not doomed lovers #like ive written a song for them to sing along with one step ahaead where they reafirm their friendship #with bothvof them singing themes from the other songs like “friends are forever!! friends are forever #and the other singing 'and ever!' in the style of 'and another' as layering over together and singing it myselr i think its good #this scene relates to the pokotho possessed opal slightly #gosh this was darker than i intended #my writing #if you liked this i have better depictions on my ao3 account same as my tumblr name #angst #heavy angst #fanfiction

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lackuraphi · 1 year ago

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Angel wings au)Chapter 13:Doppelganger?

Ingo met a doppelganger.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Hisui is modern in this au

Content Warning:sharp objects, character gets a little mentally unstable

Do you know the scary doppelganger story? If you meet a doppelganger who looks like you, one of them will die.

Aren't you really scared? One of them is going to die! Isn't that why it's called the "scary" Doppelganger story?

If I meet a doppelganger, I won't let myself be the one who will lose my life. —————————————

When Ingo and Rei returned to Jubilife Village, the sky was already full of moons and countless stars, and the village was dark except for the subtle lampposts

"The night in the countryside is a little scary…" "You'll get used to it gradually. Rei. First of all, you go to Galaxy Hall." "…why should I go to Galaxy Hall?"" "Commander Kamado and Cyllene have said they want to apologize to you."

Rei frowned slightly on his face. Of course, even though Rei is a warm-hearted guardian angel, he still hates Kamado and Cyllene, who (formally) deprived him of his status as a guardian angel and expelled him from Jubilife Village just because he was a black angel.

"Excuse me. Do I have to go now?" "Oh……"

Ingo, who saw Rei's response, added that it was okay not to go there right now.

"Then I'll see you again tomorrow at the Training Grounds. Rei, rest well for tomorrow's training." "Yes sir!"

Ingo, who saw Rei off, moved to the training grounds of the Galaxy where he is currently staying.

"…..Melli!?"

And unexpectedly, Melli stood in front of the entrance to the Training Grounds with a relaxed expression, wearing a new hoodie from the Diamonds, not the clothes torn apart by Ingo's holly weapon.

"I've been waiting for you. Ingo."

Ingo, who faced Melli, suddenly stiffened with guilt and could not hide his embarrassed look. And he also stammered a little, unlike usual.

"M..Melli I.. I was.. Umm.." "Do you have anything you want to say to The Great Melli?" "Hmm..!"

Still, Ingo thought that he should apologize to Melli, who was hurt by him, so he cleared his voice and bowed to Melli and apologized politely.

"Melli, I apologize for what happened at the training ground today. I hurt you so much mentally and physically because I couldn't resist the sudden rush of anger.. I'm so sorry.. Melli.."

Melli, who received his apology, smiled and answered

"Ingo…Did you still have lingering feelings about it…? I'm already never mind it!" "…Huh?!" "Partners can fight sometimes, And we can attack each other with holly weapon!" "Is that so..?" "Even when you just became a partner with me, you were attacked a lot by my beautiful attacks, right? When I think about your embarrassed expression when you were attacked.. LOL!" "Melli………" "But now it's no fun. because you've avoided all my attacks.. Whoa?!"

Ingo suddenly held Melli in his arms. Melli, suddenly in Ingo's arms, was embarrassed.

"Ingo?! What are you doing!" "I was a fool! You have a warm and clean heart as a guardian angel, too!" "Huh? What are you talking about!" "Oh Melli! You're so generous!" "I'm generous?! That's ridiculous. Ingo! It's just that you're so inflexible!" "……" 'Ugh..! Never mind! I'm tired!'

The next day, Ingo woke up to the sound of rain. Ingo looked out the window and it was raining hard like a giant whale spraying water.

'Oh Dear! That amount of rain will surely cause a landslide in Coronet Highlands, which I and Melli are in charge of!'

Ingo hurriedly put on his black coat and hat and flew to Coronet Highlands, forgetting to take his umbrella. But he went out in such a hurry that he also forgot to bring his cell phone. (However, Hisui didn't need a cell phone very much because there was almost no radio waves.)

((RING RING!))

And shortly afterwards a message arrived on his cell phone, and Ingo, who had just returned from patrols in the Coronet Highlands, checked the message as he wiped his wet body with a towel.

"Is this Elesa's message?"

It was a message from Ingo's childhood friend, Elesa.

Ingo! it's been a long time. It's me, Elesa! I know you're busy with guardian angel work, but I want you to visit Skyla. Skyla was in an accident while she was on a delivery job and was hospitalized.. She still hasn't woken up… (Do you remember Skyla? We went to the same school when we were young, Right?) I don't know if this message will reach you.. If you get this message, I want you to come to the hospital right away. As you know, Hisui, where you are currently staying as a guardian angel, has few radio waves. Ps.The hospital where Skyla is hospitalized is in Castelia City.

After reading the message, Ingo dropped his cell phone.

'Skyla had an..accident..?! While she was delivering?! But Skyla is very good at flying!'

Skyla, whom Ingo remembers, had never missed the top spot in her class for flying skills at school as a child, and with that talent, Skyla was an best deliverer in her hometown of Mistralton City. The news that Skyla was involved in an accident on the way to delivery was a big shock to Ingo, who knew her flying skills.

Ingo wanted to leave immediately. But it was raining hard where Ingo was now, and above all, it was almost impossible to get out of Hisui without permission from Pearls leader Irida. (If he had been able to escape Hisui at will, Ingo would have done the work of the guardian angel and Subway Boss at the same time, but the fact that he forgot the 'most precious memory' would remain unchanged.)

"…I must leave for Castelia City right now."

But Ingo didn't have time to think about it in detail. His schoolmate had an accident and she still hasn't been able to wake up, Not going to visit her because of his guardian angel's mission was just an excuse.

Ingo wrote something on paper for a while and then flew to Unova.

I had something to do personally for a while, so I left Hisui for a while. My schoolmate had an accident in my hometown of Unova and she still hasn't woken up, so I was forced to derail for a while to visit her schoolmate. But if it's over, I'll be back in Hisui right away! I really apologize for leaving Hisui without Leader Irida's permission. It's obviously my fault to leave Hisui without her permission. If I am punished, I will be punished silently. Pearls guardian angel Ingo

It was a letter for visitors who would come in his absence.

Castelia City in Unova was also raining. The difference from Hisui was not the heavy rain, but the cold, gloomy rain in the city.

Arriving in Castelia City in the rain, Ingo looked around him first. Ingo was the only angel without an umbrella.

'It's raining in Castelia City, too.. If I knew this would happen, I should have brought an umbrella even if I was busy…"

Ingo walked quietly and slowly to the hospital in the rain. Ingo's black coat became heavy because of the rain, but he kept walking slowly, not caring at all.

"……."

Ingo, who kept walking slowly to the hospital, was passing by in front of a eerie alley when someone whispered quietly behind him.

"You're finally awake, did you sleep well?"

Ingo looked back immediately in surprise, but there was no one behind him except the angels walking down the street. Feeling strange and chilling, Ingo looked around and found someone in a gray coat and flat cap looking at Ingo with a creepy smile, and he was also under the rain without an umbrella like Ingo.

"Long time no see. The worst hypocrite."

And he's like Ingo..No, he had the same face.

Ingo walked as if possessed into the eerie alley where the man was standing.

After confirming that there was no one around but Ingo and himself, he introduced himself with a strange smile.

"Hi, do you remember me? I am Emmet. I am a Team Plasma." "Team Plasma..? No way!" "Yup. I am the black angel who blacked you out a few days ago."

Ingo immediately called out his clawed Holly weapon, ready to battle in front of the smiling Emmet. Emmet spoke in a relaxed voice as he spread out his hands.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm not here to fight you today. Look at my hands. I don't even have a weapon. So could you put those creepy Claws back in?" "……."

Ingo put his Holly Weapon back in.

"Did you say your name is Emmet?" "Yup. That's my name." "Then let me ask you one. Emmet." "Hmm?" "Are you my doppelganger who looks like me?" "…What?" "I say it again. Are you my doppelganger?" "I see. You know me as a doppelganger.. you are the worst hypocrite ever…haha.. Haha..AhHaHaHa..HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Emmet began to laugh loudly in front of Ingo, holding his forehead with one hand.

"HAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Why are you laughing?!" "It's rather good! This will get rid of my lingering faster!" "lingering? What does that mean!" "HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" "Emmet?! Emmet! Calm down! Emmet!" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

Emmett, laughing like crazy for a long time, took a breath for a moment and then told Ingo.

"I am Emmet. I am here to warn you one last time." "……" "Don't ever come here again to Unova. Don't ever show me that disgusting face again. And never again disturb our Team Plasma." "…what happens if I violate your warning?" "Do you know the Doppelganger story? If meet a doppelganger, one of them will die." "Emmet…What do you want to say." "Like that doppelganger story, I'm gonna kill you. For to you, the worst hypocrite, I am just a doppelganger." "…..!" "Be prepared. I'll put you to sleep forever next time." "..I won't be easily beaten either!"

And Emmet told Ingo the shocking truth.

"Oh, by the way. And I knocked down your friend. Was she the best deliverer in Mistralton City?" "Was you the one who caused the accident to Skyla?!" "Ah yes her name was Skyla. But, To me, they are all hypocrites."

Ingo, once again taking out his Holly Weapon, was wary of Emmet, posing for battle.

"I will never forgive you! EMMET!"

Emmet, seeing his reaction, said one last word to him.

"Now you and I are enemies forever. Ingo."

And Emmet flew to somewhere, flying black feathers. Ingo just stared silently at the rainy sky.

#submas #sbms #subway boss #subway master #ingo #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #pokemon ingo #pokemon rei #warden melli #pokemon melli #subway boss emmet #pokemon emmet #team plasma #Angel wings au

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gust-jar-simulator · 1 year ago

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Okay. So. It is time. I've had cookies and alcohol and therefore the real crack AU idea has been unlocked.

I've been obsessed with the idea of a Witchblade AU for LOZ, and particularly in the context of Linked Universe for maximum embarrassment for all involved parties. So! In order to get across the idea, I need to define what I mean by Witchblade for the audience.

The Witchblade is a sentient weapon in the eponymous comics that takes the term "bikini chainmail" to a ridiculous extreme. I don't care what the worldbuilding says, the Witchblade exists to rip its wielder's clothes off under the pretense of stabbing things. It takes the form of living armor that actually covers very little, though it can expand to cover more under extreme circumstances. It can also grow stabby bits like claws or even actual swords and spears. When it's not being used, it takes the form of a bracelet.

So I present to you: What if the Master Sword functioned like the Witchblade?

In the context of the LU boys, we have:

Sky- Full Witchblade treatment. I'm sorry. It explains way too much about Ghirahim and absolutely nothing about Fi. His version comes with metal wings that function like shields until he figures out what fighting for his life actually entails. He also learns a bit of ballet dancing from asking the sword to puppet him a few times, which helps.

Four- Mercifully, he never dealt with her. He's got a perfectly good enchanted sword and he is both judging the Master Sword and intensely intrigued by the concept of living metal. Not enough to try picking her up though.

Time- The sword is rated at minimum T for Teen for good reason. She gives a respectful nod to his Kokiri origins by changing the avian elements of her previous armor design to curling vines and leaves. He's less embarrassed about this than he should be, but everyone around him is mortified enough to make up for it. The Kokiri might wear clothes but they don't exactly have the Hylian concept of nudity either. Once he properly grows up and is socialized Hylian he definitely thinks the Master Sword is fucked up though.

Legend- He's got so many fucking questions. Who thought this was a good idea, and fuck them actually. Thankfully, he also acquires magic armor that's good enough to not be instantly shredded by the Master Sword, so she just incorporates it instead with some elegant gold accents courtesy of Legend's own smithing. She grows on him, especially once he realizes how the Master Sword and enchanted gear can play together, but they have a rocky beginning. In his personal opinion his version of the Master Sword is the prettiest.

Hyrule- Never wielded the Master Sword and frankly is not sure he wants to. He's got a Shield spell to cover... everything she doesn't, true. But his world is kill or be killed, and he may not have a concept of shame, but he's very concerned about being stabbed and the Master Sword can generously be described as stabby lingerie. The others reassure him that she's very effective but really he's fine with his Magic Sword and leather.

Twilight- I'm very sorry but Midna definitely isn't. Twi might have the kind of werewolf powers where he can keep his clothes, but it's infinitely funnier to give him the double tap of werewolf powers AND a clothes destroying sword. She also generously accommodates his need to get used to wolf attacks by augmenting his body with claws and a bladed tail in human form every time he calls on her. Midna's thriving. Twilight is a little cold, actually, and wishes he could wear a towel or something. He'd rather perish than admit to being the Hero because the rumors got back home and his family is fully aware the Hero runs around with his buns out in combat. It's giving the kids bad ideas. He's suffering.

Wild- Literally living his best life. In Wild's opinion you need a decent amount of time naked in the woods to be healthy. He likes shiny, he likes aesthetic over practicality, and the Master Sword seems determined to accent his scars like a threat and a warning to whatever gave him those in the first place. She'll also give him cool exoskeleton stilt things for jumping up cliffs and trees, and claws for climbing. What's not to love? ...okay, the burning pain of drawing her and also the fact that she powers down and disintegrates off of him sometimes, but hey. It's not a wardrobe malfunction. It's a wardrobe opportunity.

Wind- He's the one who essentially held HER at gunpoint, not the other way around. Wind genuinely took the Master Sword by surprise and she didn't know how to handle him. Wind's not her master but he needs her and didn't take no for an answer, and she wasn't entirely sure how to handle the needs of a pirate anyway. The compromise: he got a gauntlet. A really cool stabby gauntlet. The only time she so much as ripped his shirt was during the fight with Ganondorf, where she gave him TWO gauntlets and some extra armor, plus foot claws for stability. He thought the legends of the Hero riding out to battle naked were thus extremely exaggerated.

Warriors- I am VERY sorry. Cia definitely isn't. However, the Master Sword responds to genuine emotional distress, and I think Cia's... everything constitutes enough of a threat that the Master Sword actually gave Warriors something approaching full plate. Weirdly organic and beautiful plate armor, but even so. By the end of the War of Ages he was very used to walking around in nothing but a layer of living steel. It was safer than anything else, anyway. If it helps, nobody remembers the early days when he and the Master Sword were figuring things out, since he wished it all away with the Triforce.

I hope you enjoy this look into what could be. Maybe I'll write something for this, I don't know. It's just been stuck in my head and I can't stop laughing.

#my writing #for my own safety I'm not tagging this but still

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chimielie · 3 years ago

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kita + 7 (are you hitting on x for me?) + meet cute + coffeeshop au!!! i get that this might be a handful so i understand if you scrap it :)

i wanted to request sold to inarizaki but you crossed that out 😞 (/j)

surprise! i'm still doing these ahaha i'm so sorry. so so sorry. that's all i've got slkdfjsj tysm <3 sorry no one was sold to inarizaki in the making of this fic

kita shinsuke + “are you hitting on x for me?” + coffeeshop au + meet-cute (fic)

You’ve always loved the rain.

While you know that it’s bad for business— especially during the first few days of the wet season, as everyone stays inside and tries to acclimate to colder temperatures and gray skies, you can’t help but smile to yourself as you lean your elbow on the counter and watch the heavens open outside. The soft music perpetually playing during open hours is only complemented by the sound of tapping on the windows and roof, relaxing you so much you nearly forget that you’re supposed to be working when someone walks in the door.

You straighten up when you realize that your view of the street has been obscured by— oh, my.

He has greyish hair, layered underneath with jet black, a frame that suggests a healthy balance of hard muscle and softness, and a book tucked beneath his arm. You notice that despite the deluge and a noticeable lack of umbrella, he’s somehow not wet, and for one wild second you wonder if he’s a god from the old stories, here to test your human kindness. Then you return to your senses and remember that you share an overhang with the neighboring business.

“Hello,” you say, somewhat belatedly as he’s already nearly reached your countertop. “I hope your day’s going well.”

“It is,” he says, voice as melodious and even as the patter of raindrops outside. “How about yours?”

“Oh, it’s great,” you say, and your eye contact lingers just a little too long. “Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“A black coffee and, ah, one’a these, please,” he says, picking up a newspaper from the stand on his side of the counter and sliding it halfway to you. You tap the screen of the register, then read off his total, inwardly cringing as you revert to your customer service voice automatically. “Oh, and just a little sugar and cream, if that’s okay.”

“No,” you say, a grin teasing the corners of your mouth. “You have to drink it as bitter as possible, didn’t you know? Store policy.”

“By all means, then,” he says, eyes twinkling. Those eyes look like café au lait, you thought, turning your face away from him so he won’t see the way your mind is spinning over simple coffee-colored eyes. You stare at coffee all day, every day; you should be desensitized, even to such a beautiful shade in a beautiful face.

Café au lait, café au lait, café au lait.

Those gentle, knowing eyes remain in your head while you make the drink, and when you’re handing it out to him you realize with no small amount of mortification that you’ve made him a café au lait. You jerk your hand back last minute, hissing as scalding coffee pours over your palm and wrist.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” He half-rises from his seat, looking so concerned you could just die from embarrassment.

“I just realized… I made you the wrong drink — you have the easiest order ever, too, this is so… I’m so sorry, sir, I’ll fix that, and-and let me get you your money back, gosh—”

You’re not even sure if your rambling is sensical as you back away from him, resisting the urge to smack yourself on the head for fear that you’ll look even crazier to him — Kita, he’d said his name was, even though there was no one else in the shop. He even has an attractive name for crying out loud. You want to go home and un-live this experience.

“Alright, here’s your coffee,” you say, holding out a black coffee containing spare amounts of sugar and cream. “I’m so, so sorry about that, and here’s your money, too. I hope you weren’t in any kind of rush; I apologize again.”

“Don’t worry,” says Kita, a kind smile on his face. “And please, keep the money. I like to pay for my drinks. It wasn’t any trouble, so don’t stress yourself about it.” He’s nice, too. You’re sure your face is hot enough to steam right now. Perhaps you should go and take a walk in the rain.

“No, please, it’s on the house,” you insist, still holding out the money. “Besides, it was all my fault — if you won’t consider it for the time taken, consider it for the very great pleasure a pair of fine eyes can give. Uh.”

You clamp your lips shut. Oh, you’ve done it now. You sound deranged, quoting Pride & Prejudice to this stranger. You really need that walk in the rain.

He laughs; not a polite, restrained laugh, though it’s not a shocked burst either. He simply sounds… happy. Happy to hear you spend five minutes being an absolutely nonsensical wreck of a human being, if you can believe it. You nearly can’t.

“If you phrase it like that, I guess I can’t refuse. But I’m sure I’ll be back to repay ya.” He takes a sip of his coffee, savoring it. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You wave faintly as he exits the shop, bell on the door jingling cheerfully and a flash of bright eyes looking at you through the window before he passes out of sight. Perhaps, you muse out loud to yourself, that wasn’t so bad.

Kita keeps his word — you weren’t sure he would, being apparently a man bound by great politeness to soothe a frazzled barista, but he does, and far sooner than you’d thought he would. The next day, he walks in again, still untouched by the tempest outside. He orders the same thing and doesn’t seem to notice when you give him a twenty percent discount, and this time you keep yourself together enough to have a pleasant (if short) conversation with him and make his drink correctly. He comes in the next day, and the next day again, and the next and the next and the next.

He comes in when it’s busy and when it’s empty, when the sun finally makes its return under weak cloud cover, when you’re not working the register and then he simply smiles at you while he takes his daily newspaper from the stack. It was difficult from the get-go, but now you’re starting to have serious concerns that you’re developing real feelings for a customer. You wonder if he’d still come in for black coffee if there were pigs flying in the sliver of sky you can see from the storefront window.

While you’re in certainly more than the average employee, even a small business owner has to take a break sometime. You can’t resist coming in to check in on your beloved coffee shop and are pleased to see it buzzing with activity, enough that you don’t want to trouble your employees by ordering something yourself. Instead, you walk outside to check out the other shops in the area.

Next to you is a bookstore, which you haven’t visited since the week you moved in. The owner had been away, then, visiting his grandmother in the country, so you’d made your introductions to his interim manager, a friendly man named Ojiro. You’d also left a bag of roast beans and a voucher for a huge number of free pastries that you’re not sure had ever been used, topped with a card stating well wishes for the owner and his family.

Stepping inside, you wish instantly that you’d thought to stop by in between. The store has a beautiful ambiance and the sweet smell of books permeates the air. You head straight for the shelves, losing yourself quickly in deciding what you want to buy.

“Can I help you find anythin’?” You look up from a worn copy of Kokoro and feel your face break into a smile without your permission. Across from you, Kita looks equal parts shocked and pleased, his thick eyebrows raised. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” you say, somewhat shyly. “Um— actually, yes, do you have…”

He leads you through the stacks with a natural air of confidence; never over-inflated or egoistic, just like he knows where everything in the store is or goes. As you walk, he picks up stray books and reshelves them without pausing, keeping up a natural flow of conversation as he asks about your current reads or past favorites.

In the end, you buy three books, and he walks all the way to the register with you. He must be really dedicated to making this sale, you think.

“Heya!” The cashier is a blond man with a sparkling smile who looks just a few years younger than Kita. His nametag, which is askew on his shirt, reads Miya. He must be related to one of your employees — the same last name, and the same face. “Oh, you’re the coffee person, right?”

“I suppose I am,” you say, setting down your choices on the counter. You’re neighbors, after all, it wouldn’t be surprising if he recognized you from visiting his brother or getting coffee.

“I gotta say, you’ve got great taste in books,” says Miya. “Not that I’d know, I can’t read — that’s a joke, don’t worry — but I’m sure Kita-san approves. He does like someone who’s as into words as he is.”

“I hope he does,” you smile at Kita, who has stepped behind the counter to organize a stack of books. “He helped me pick them out.”

“You already knew what you wanted, I just made a few suggestions. One, really.”

“Ooh,” Miya waggles his eyebrows. “The ol’ customer service trick. Ya sly fox, you.”

“Be professional,” chastises Kita, but there doesn’t seem to be much heart in it, and the tips of his ears are an enchanting shade of pink. You have to tear your eyes away and focus on your own hands so that you don’t say anything stupid or accidentally tip two hundred percent.

Atsumu seems to notice it as well.

“Hey, you must be a library book,” he says loudly, and you wrinkle your eyebrows, confused.

“Atsumu, this is a book shop,” says Kita helplessly. He is ignored.

“Because he can’t stop checkin’ you out!” That startles a laugh out of you.

“Thank you? I think?” Atsumu nods at you wisely, sidestepping his coworker’s fumbling attempt at nudging him into ceasing. Kita seems to be blushing more now, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips even as he seems unable to make eye contact with you.

“Your total will be thirty-three-hundred yen,” the younger man tells you. “Also, Kita-san, d’you wear glasses?”

“Clearly not?”

“Maybe you should, ‘cause—” Kita claps a hand over Atsumu’s mouth. You think you hear something like phone rent faintly escape the gag, but it makes no sense, so you can’t be sure.

“Are you hitting on me… for him?” You ask, amused. His reply is enthusiastic but incomprehensible.

“Atsumu, thank you, I can take it from here. You should take your break now. Goodbye.” Atsumu is shoved in the direction of the back room, and disappears with a cheeky salute and one last eyebrow wiggle.

“I’m so sorry, his twin took all the brains in the womb. It’s a very serious medical condition.”

“I’m sure,” you say, mock-seriously. “But I appreciated the effort. It was cute—”

“Ya thought he was cute?” Kita looks up at you with sharp eyes.

“—Even if it was by proxy. I wouldn’t mind it directly from you, next time, if there were a next time. Uh. Yes.”

“Yes,” Kita says, like the word’s a revelation. “Yes. Um. Your receipt.”

“Oh, I don’t need it,” you say, but he’s holding it out, so you take it, tucking it under the front cover of one of your books and scooping them into your arms. “Thank you, Kita.”

“Thank you,” he bows shortly. “Come by anytime.”

It’s only when you open the book and the receipt comes fluttering out that two things come to light. Firstly, forty percent had been taken off your total. Employee discount was noted next to the calculations. You suppose he had noticed all the times you’d charged less for his coffees. Secondly, there’s handwriting on the thin sheet of printed paper.

Kita Shinsuke. (xxx) xxx-xxxx. I hope this isn’t presumptuous.

Next to it, the writing much smaller, as though he didn't want you to actually read it:

It would be a Crime and Punishment not to take you out.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years ago

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Magenta Lilacs

Han Jisung x reader; non idol AU; 1.5k words; super fluffy, mild crack

A/N: I've written a couple of rather angsty scenarios recently, and I figured I need a more fluff something now. And who better for a fluff than our quokka?

"How do I look?," you ask your best friend Seungmin as he helps you get dressed for your date with your crush, Han Jisung, later that evening.

You and Jisung have crushing on each other for almost a year now, and while it was painfully obvious to every single one of your friends, you two remained blissfully oblivious to the other's feelings. That is until Felix, your classmate and Jisung's best friend, locked you two in a broom closet, refusing to let you out until you kissed. The kiss was... memorable to say the least, being equal parts awkward and sweet. When Felix finally did let you out, Jisung shyly asked you out on a date. Nothing too fancy, just some coffee at the campus cafe. You guys have been hanging out frequently since that day, and today would be your fourth date. You're going to the yearly carnival, and you can't help but feel fireworks going off in your stomach at the thought of finally confessing your true feelings to Jisung, something that Seungmin has dared you to do tonight.

"If you're gonna go on your date looking like that, I'm afraid you won't be able to confess tonight, babe." You whip around at that, confused. "Because Hanji is gonna pass out as soon as he sees you," he smiles, before setting your hair properly. You shove him playfully, before saying, "I'm nervous, Minnie. What if he's not ready yet? What if the dates are just casual outings for him? What if I mess everything up?" "Hey hey hey," he says, grabbing your shoulder. "Take a deep breath. You're gonna be okay, and trust me. He's just as serious about these dates as you are. He'll be your boyfriend before midnight strikes tonight. And on that note, don't you dare stay out after midnight, young lady," your best friend says suddenly, with mock strictness, making you shake your head at his antics.

As if on cue, your doorbell rings, telling you that Jisung has arrived to pick you up. You hug Seungmin goodbye, and open the door, revealing Jisung standing there, looking gorgeous in a denim jacket with a plain white T-shirt. You catch yourself staring at him, and, once you step out of your trance, you notice that he's doing the same. You smile and snap your finger in front of him, making him scratch his neck in embarrassment. "You look really nice today, Ji," you smile. He replies, "You look very cute too, Y/N," making you blush. "Ready to go?," he asks. "Lead the way!," you say. You walk to the festival in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about random stuff. After a while, you notice that he slips his hand into yours, making you stop short. He stops too, and starts removing his hand from yours. You grip his hand tighter, while softly saying, "They fit together really well." He smiles at this, and you continue walking. Once there, you both drag each other towards different stalls that pique your interest. You bring him along to a shooting game, winning him a teddy bear. Jisung then brings you along to a flower shop, telling you about their meanings. "These magenta lilacs are my personal favourite," he tells you. "What do they mean?," you ask. "Love and passion," he says shyly. You bite your lip, just as the shop owner says, "Go on, buy them. These flowers are all the rage among young lovers these days, and you two sure make a cute pair." You both start blushing, before Jisung silently thanks the shop owner and buys a bouquet of the flowers. "Thank you, I really love them," you say. The two of you visit many other stalls. Laughing at the house of mirrors, sharing a single candyfloss, having a competition to see who can eat a plate of dumplings the fastest, you guy lose track of time, and soon enough, it's a quarter to twelve. "Let's go to the ferris wheel," you suggest, thinking back on the plan Seungmin had been feeding into your brain for the past two days. "That's funny, because I was just going to suggest the same thing," smiles Jisung. Unbeknownst to you, Felix had set him up to the exact same task that Seungmin had assigned you, with the both of them hoping that even if one of you chickens out, the other will end up confessing. With that, you get in line, and by the time it's five minutes to midnight, it's your turn to board the ride. You feel your hands shaking, but thankfully from nervousness for what's to come, but thankfully, Jisung takes your hand into his at exactly that moment, helping you relax. "What's the worse that could happen, right?," you mentally ask yourself. Your brain replies, "Oh nothing much, he could just reject you, giving you the most awkward five minutes of your life. Or, the ride could suddenly break down, killing you all." You scrunch your nose at the pessimistic thoughts, but don't have much time to ponder over them, as your ride starts. Two minutes to twelve, and you two are just sitting there in silence. This is the first time during the date that the silence has felt awkward, and it doesn't do much to ease your nerves. Once your watch strikes twelve, you turn to look at Jisung, only to find him already looking at you. "Ji, I have something-" "Y/N, I wanted to tell you-," you both start at the same time, causing the both of you to giggle. "You first," he says. "Okay, so here goes," you start, closing your eyes. "We've been on quite a few dates now, and I've really enjoyed the past month and a half of spending time with you. You're so smart, cool, funny, witty, sweet, soft, and every other good adjective, with just the right amount of loudness. I love hanging out with you, and spending time with you. Being with you makes me feel giddy inside, and I think I know what this feeling is," you open your eyes right before your big confession, but instead of your next line, you end up saying, "What?," with a confused expression. "What?," Jisung asks, tilting his head. "You're looking at me funny," you say, causing him to laugh nervously. "Oh, uhm, yeah, because I kind of, know

what you're gonna say next," he says, rubbing his neck. "You do? How?," you ask, with an even more confused expression. "Because I've been practicing the exact same lines for the past two days, minus the adjectives, of course. Because I had a different set of those ready," he says, shy all of a sudden. "Look, let me come clean," he continues, "I like you, a hell lot. And I've been trying to confess to you, so Felix created a plan for me to tell you how I feel, today at midnight. I was going to say the exact same things you said just now, and finish with a super smooth, 'A new day is just starting, so how about we make this the start of a new relationship for us, as well?,' but I guess you beat me to it." By the time he's done, you are staring at him with your mouth agape. "I was going to say the exact same thing too!! And it was Seungmin who suggested this to me," you exclaim. Just then, you both realize that your turn at the ferris wheel is over, and you get off the ride. After walking a few feet, Jisung stops you. "So, if you were going to say the same things, then does that mean you like me too?," he asks nervously. "Of course Hanji, is that even a question?," you giggle. "So what does that mean for us?," he asks with a smile. You give him a small hug, before whispering in his ear, "I guess I'm gonna start calling you my 'boyfriend' now." "I'd like that," he says, hugging you back, before taking your hand again. "In all honesty though, Seungmin and Felix are dead meat," you laugh, with him joining in.

Once the two of you stop laughing, you realize how close your faces are. You stare at him, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back. This doesn't escape his notice, and he softly asks you, "Is it okay if I kiss you?," you simply nod, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that is equal parts soft and sweet. It is just like you had imagined. Your lips molded perfectly together, and he tasted like the candyfloss you had eaten earlier. You smile into the kiss, which makes his shoulders, that he didn't know were tense, relax. When you finally break away, he pulls you in for another hug, kissing your forehead softly.

"Should they be dead meet though? I feel like we should be thanking them for daring us to confess, or else I don't know how many more dates it would have taken. Although I admit, the dialog they came up with was way too cheesy," Jisung says. To this, you reply by snuggling into his chest even more. "Might as well be the reason why they don't have partners yet. But we'll think about them tomorrow. For now, you're all that's on my mind."

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hourcat · 2 years ago

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7, 13, 18 💗

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

god. honestly? i love the actual act of writing a scene i've been itching to write. there is NOTHING like turning off your brain and letting the idea Possess Your Hands and do the writing for you. like!!!!!!!! i never used to understand how people could say "oh this character just said/did that i don't control the narrative" or w/e but. I Get It Now. i do. when the words fall into place like perfect puzzle pieces...when dialogue just comes naturally and it sounds right instead of forced and shit. man. chefs kiss. truly.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

honestly jfldskgmdlskfmdlksm i think my answer to both is smut. but like. levels of it, you know? my fifty bajillion years of being a fandom writer for a variety of fanbases has made my ability to turn a scene between characters Tender And Sexy pretty instinctive #ToMe, but like. actually committing to the full thing? E rated stuff? its like pulling teeth. i hate it so much. it gives me such an insane amount of anxiety and embarrassment. no matter how much positive kind feedback i get, it is literally never going to change i just cant handle it(tm).

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

from my first big ol ao3 fic, the trade au :~)

“Caffeine’s your drug of choice, huh?” Odell can’t keep the teasing smile out of his voice. “Damn, E, you’ve gotten hardcore since I was last in the city.” “Oh, for sure,” Eli replies with a roll of his eyes. He sips at his mug of tea. “You think that’s crazy, you should’ve seen me earlier in my career. Probably woulda loved me when I was younger.” Maybe he’s still running on fumes from partying too hard with Jimmy the other night. Maybe it’s the comfort of his morning tea. Maybe it’s just his heart finally beating too loud in his chest, giving up on hiding. Whatever it is, it has Odell completely open. He chuckles at Eli’s words and shakes his head, a smile starting to play on his lips. “Nah, I love you just fine now.” And oh—there it is. He doesn’t even realize he’d been thinking it until the last syllable leaves his mouth, and his eyes dart up to meet Eli’s. His face is—unreadable. The only sign of movement that Odell notices is that the mug has gone from his hands to his lips and back again. “I—you know what I mean, E,” Odell sputters, suddenly wide awake despite not having drank a single ounce of his wake-up tea. “You’re—we’re brothers, man, I—”

THIS WAS SUCH A MOMENT FOR MEEEE!!! the whole scene, really, but especially this breathless little moment because it's the first casual admission of odell's feelings TO ELI after a couple thousand words of denial (why do i feel this way about leaving him behind in new york) and then Denial (he could never feel the same way, it's impossible). i was SO glad i finally got to this point because really it's all just downhill from here in the fic; odell thinks he's ruined their relationship saying this, so he decides to go fuck it and mess around with someone else he doesn't love, only to find himself yearning after eli even still. AND LIKE THATS ALL THE GOOD STUFF!!! this was one of those moments that really wrote itself honestly. planning-wise, i wasn't sure how odell was going to get to the point where he says something, but it always had to be a "letting your guard down" moment because they've been apart for a few months at this point and odell is just. spilling over w/his feelings because they've all kind of lodged in his throat the first time he sees eli in the airport etc etc

i know nobody knows these men kdsljksldjg but this was the first scene i thought of looking @ this question tbh

weird questions for (weird) writers?

#ANNA THANK U MY BELOVEDDDDDDD #ask reply #teamnick

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dom--minnie · 4 years ago

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Three’s a Party

Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.

Word count: 9.3k

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations

Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv

a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila

Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing.

You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still.

"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question.

Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more.

"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."

Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks.

"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react."

"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."

Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.

You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his.

Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him.

"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."

Any stress you may have had is gone after that.

Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you.

So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.'

It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already.

Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all.

He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet.

"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know."

Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down.

"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?"

You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat.

"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes.

The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.

"Do you-"

"Chan."

A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips.

"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day."

Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.

Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes.

There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him.

It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have.

Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly.

Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present.

"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says.

You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more.

"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics.

You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.

"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?"

You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods.

A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan.

"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you.

"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."

Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into.

"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"

You and Felix easily speak in unison.

"Praise and hands."

The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.

Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that.

"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"

The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls.

"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."

When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue.

"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially."

You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not.

"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”

"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before.

You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm.

"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."

Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.

It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important.

"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says.

You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement.

"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."

You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual.

You step out and turn around to face Chan again.

"See you later, daddy." You wink.

Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.

The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine.

He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it.

To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction.

Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different.

“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.

“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”

Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling.

“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”

Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means.

“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on.

“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”

Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it.

“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.

“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.”

Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less.

“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”

Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.

“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”

Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.

“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?”

Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow.

“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”

This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.

“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”

Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”

“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”

Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.

The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you.

Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally.

"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."

Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."

You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips.

"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe."

The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again.

"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit."

The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.

The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful.

It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away.

They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar.

It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside.

Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his.

You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it.

"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips.

He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay-

"Yes." He says with false ease.

You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching.

Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them.

"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them.

"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him."

You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name.

"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease.

Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's.

The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time.

Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real.

He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck.

When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear.

"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?"

He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well.

"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?"

Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair.

Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that.

Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees.

When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own.

It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go.

Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.

“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm.

Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore.

Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time.

Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room.

“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?”

You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you.

All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is.

Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly.

With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.

“Felix, stop.”

Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn.

“How should we do this, pretty pets?”

You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.

Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well.

Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.

“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.”

You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath.

Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side.

Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you.

With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder.

The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth.

Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.

“Daddy, please!”

He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now.

“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”

He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp.

“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”

Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf.

“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”

Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again.

“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”

Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order.

“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!”

After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure.

“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight.

You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in.

It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.

“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”

You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully.

At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away.

“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.”

All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him.

“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”

Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy.

Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.

“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”

You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to.

Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own.

The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity.

Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to.

He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily.

“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout.

Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him?

Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.

“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.”

The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.

“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.”

You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving.

You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl.

“Does he feel good, kitty?”

“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before.

“Ride him then, doll.”

The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks.

“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”

You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again.

Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead.

“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.”

His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment.

“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?”

The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute.

When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.

“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”

Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.

“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”

Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness.

“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.”

Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.

You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.

“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?”

You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.

You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.

Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently.

Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you.

"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this."

You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible.

Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead.

"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?"

He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.

There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down.

"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears.

Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation.

Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you.

"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."

He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement.

"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."

In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.

"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you."

Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head.

"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."

A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.

"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."

"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him."

Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix.

You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently.

He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.

"It's ok." You say simply.

Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back.

"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok."

You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you.

"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?"

The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them.

"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok."

Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word.

Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves.

Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled.

"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time."

Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look.

"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.

Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands.

"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.

Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.

"Yes. Please."

You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away.

Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction.

You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look.

“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”

He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.

“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.”

You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical.

"You're... This is ok?"

You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head.

"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.

Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder.

"Thank you." He mumbles.

"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.

Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him.

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taephilia · 4 years ago

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eau de parfum

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pairing: kim namjoon x fem!reader (feat. an annoying jeon jungkook)

genre: fluff, college au

word count: 1,868

warnings: swearing

summary: namjoon always lets you borrow his clothes and you're beginning to wonder if he does it on purpose

a/n: it's been a while since i've last posted for this series but i'm finally bringing it back! and on my new blog as well! the citrus couple still means so much to me so i'm very happy to be writing for them again and i hope you all love them as much as i do.

Goosebumps rise along your skin as soon as you enter the library, the cold air a nice temporary relief from the summer heat but you know that in 5 minutes, you’ll regret not bringing a sweater with you. You usually bring one with you on days that you need to hunker down in the library and concentrate but you woke up late and in your rush to get to class, had left your hoodie on your desk chair. Well, really it’s Namjoon’s hoodie but it’s too comfortable to give back to him yet. You honestly can’t even count the amount of cardigans and sweaters and shirts that he’s let you borrow, only to get them back a week later—and that’s if you’re not feeling particularly attached to that article of clothing.

A part of you feels guilty for basically having a quarter of your closet made up of clothes you’ve taken from him but every other part of you relishes in the fact that Namjoon is letting you wear his clothes. You thought you were dreaming when he had let you stay the night at his place a few weeks ago but whenever you get a whiff of his scent from his clothes (laundry, plants (“Petrichor,” he would correct you), and cologne), you’re reminded of waking up beside him in his bed. You remember how warm it was beside him, how you could just reach out and touch him if you really wanted to; you didn’t because that would’ve been weird but you could have. Namjoon just has that effect on you. You find yourself thinking about love and relationships quite a lot when you’re around him and it takes all of your self-control to pull your gaze away from him, to push the butterflies in your stomach down, and to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

While making your way to your usual spot (the second floor near the art history section, at the table with chairs that are like mini booths), you contemplate texting Sooyoung and asking her to bring the hoodie to the library for you. You know that she’s home, she should be waking up from her mid-day nap right about now, but just as you reach for your phone, you shake the thought away. If you invite Sooyoung here, even for something as simple as dropping off a sweater, you know that she’ll distract you for at least an hour and you desperately need to get work done. So you quickly rub your hands up and down your upper arms and bring your feet up to the chair, hoping that you’ll be able to conserve more body heat by curling up.

Just as you feel like you’re making some progress, someone taps your shoulder to get your attention. But before you can even turn around to look at them, they’re already making their way around to the seat opposite you and dropping their things on to the table. With furrowed brows, you pull out one of your earphones and are about to give this stranger a piece of your mind when you hear a very familiar laugh.

“Got ‘em,” Jungkook laughs as he flops into the cushioned chair, his posture making it look more like he’s lounging at home rather than doing work at the campus library. “Hey (Y/N).”

“I don’t recall you asking me if you could sit there,” you point out while reaching forward to steal some chips from the open bag he set down. You raise an eyebrow challengingly when you see him about to protest.

A sigh leaves his lips and he stands up. “Do you mind if I sit here, (Y/N)?” Jungkook points at the chair that he was just occupying and you have to hold back the laugh that threatens to bubble up. He looks just like a little kid, the little pout on his lips almost making you regret your teasing reply. Almost.

“I do mind actually,” you reply with as straight of a face as you can muster. “Please don’t sit here.”

“Wh- Why not!” His lower lip juts out even further and that’s enough to get you to crack a smile.

Jungkook sits down once he sees the teasing smile on your lips, pushing the bag of chips towards the middle as a silent offer to you. You plug your earphone back in and go back to doing your work but you can’t help but notice your friend glancing up at you every 5 minutes. After about the tenth time of catching him staring, you sigh and give him your attention once more. “Jungkook, I can tell you want to talk to me but I’m trying to focus right now. Give me half an hour and then I’ll take a break. And then you can tell me all about your new volleyball trick or show me the new video you made for class or whatever it is.”

Jungkook bounces in his seat a little at the promise of having your undivided attention soon, teeth on display as he grins widely at you and says, “I actually wanted to talk about this new anime that I’m watching that I think you would like. But since you brought it up, there is a new volleyball trick I learned that I wanna-”

You put your earphone back in once more and turn up the volume, not even letting Jungkook finish his sentence before pointedly ignoring him. You’re halfway through your assignment for your ‘Sensation and Perception’ psychology class when you see Jungkook wave his hands to try to get your attention. He taps the table and even taps at the back of your laptop screen when you don’t immediately flick your eyes up to him and when you finally rip your earphones out and glare at him, he shrinks back in his seat.

“Jungkook, what did I tell y-”

“Uh hey, (Y/N).”

When you turn to find the source of the voice that did not come from Jungkook, you’re met with the boy who’s been on your mind for weeks now—the boy you just can’t seem to get out of your head no matter how hard you try to.

“O-Oh hey, Joon,” you greet him, a shaky smile on your lips at how embarrassed you feel for snapping at Jungkook. “What are you doing here?”

“My usual spot is taken and you told me you have a lot of work so I kinda just hoped you would be here.” There’s a slight blush on Namjoon’s cheeks as he rubs at the back of his neck, eyes flicking over to Jungkook who has his eyebrows raised as he looks back and forth between the two of you. You realize in that moment that Jungkook hasn’t met Namjoon yet, you haven’t even really told him about him, and he’s definitely going to give you shit for it later. “I wasn’t expecting you to have company though so I can just go if-”

Before you can even open your mouth to protest, Jungkook is already clearing some space for him. “No, of course you can sit with us! Any friend of (Y/N)’s is a friend of mine. The name’s Jungkook, and I’m guessing you’re the Namjoon that I’ve been hearing so much about from Soonyoung?”

Your eyes widen at that. Of course she’s been gossiping about me to Jungkook, I should’ve known better. He always knows how to get her to talk. Jungkook’s eyes meet yours from across the table and when he gives you the shit-eating grin you’ve become all too familiar with, you grit your teeth and force a smile back before turning to Namjoon. “Yeah you can sit with us, Joon, it’s no big deal.”

Namjoon nods and thanks the both of you before sitting down, immediately plugging his headphones in and getting to work. The one thing that you’re grateful for is that because Jungkook doesn’t know Namjoon, he won’t act out as much as he would if it were just the two of you. Your body relaxes at that thought of relief and you go back to your work once more, not even noticing that an hour and a half has passed until you feel a chill run down your spine. You glance up at the air conditioning vent only a few feet from your table as you run your hands up and down your arms. The thought of texting Soonyoung crosses your mind once again but before you can even glance at your phone, there’s a tap on your knee as Namjoon holds up a sweater to you.

“Here, it’s kind of cold in here,” he explains as he places it in your hands. His pen is spinning in his other hand, a sure sign that he’s nervous, and you wonder just exactly what Namjoon could be nervous about right at this amount. Is he embarrassed to give you his cardigan? You’ve borrowed plenty of his clothes before, you don’t see why-

Your gaze meets Jungkook’s once again and you realize why Namjoon is nervous. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he watches you accept the cardigan and shrug it on, blatantly ignoring what he’s trying to silently insinuate to you. You can see the gears turning in his head and you subtly shake your head at him, pleading with your eyes to not embarrass you in front of Namjoon. But of course, one of Jungkook’s sole purposes in life is to embarrass you (at least, that’s what it feels like). So he opens his mouth.

“You know, I was wondering where (Y/N) had suddenly got all of these new clothes from,” Jungkook muses, eyes going back and forth from Namjoon’s blushing face to your downturned eyes. “And it turns out that they’re not even her’s! I swear, half of her closet must be made up of your clothes, Namjoon.”

“Hey, I’m not stealing!” you argue. “I give them back!”

“After like a week,” Namjoon points out.

Your head whips over to glare at him but the annoyance you feel at him taking Jungkook’s side fades when you see the hints of a fond smile underneath his small smirk. You lean back in your seat and huff, putting a headphone in to signal that you’re going to start working again. “Whatever.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs while looking over at your friend. “I don’t mind that she takes them because they always smell good when she gives them back. What’s the detergent that you use, (Y/N)? I like the citrus scent.”

Jungkook practically chokes on his chips at Namjoon’s words, feet kicking yours under the table while you feel your face heat up. You can’t even bring yourself to say anything and your heart feels like it’s about to jump right out of your chest. “That’s not detergent,” Jungkook rasps after gulping down water, tears still in the corners of his eyes. “That’s her perfume.”

“Oh.” The tips of Namjoon’s ears are red. When he turns to look at you, you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to give you more of my clothes.”

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.

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spacejammie-eimmajecaps · 3 years ago

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1, 6?

1) Where does your literary inspiration come from? Do you have a favorite writer/writing style that you learn from?

My inspiration comes from basically everything. As far as inspiration from specific writers/writing styles, I don't think I could name anything/anyone in particular. I think I have probably unintentionally absorbed stuff from everything I've ever read, be it published works or fics. (I feel like this is one of those "someone asks you about what movie you like and you forget the name of every movie you've ever seen" questions for me haha)

Oh, but my favorite book series as a kid was A Series Of Unfortunate Events, and I probably read them twice a year until I was a teenager (and at least twice as an adult), so I'd say that probably did some kind of core memory, personality-as-a-writer type stuff to my brain. It's funny, because a friend of mine actually borrowed those from me last year, and said they were "kind of disturbing and depressing." And I was like... sorry? Lol. Idk, I loved them as a kid, and it never occurred to me that they were particularly disturbing or anything.

6) Favorite piece you've ever written?

Hmmmmmm. This is kind of hard to answer, because I lose confidence in everything I write once I forget the details of the story, which generally happens within 2-4 weeks of posting it. (I become sure that there are a horrible amount of mistakes, and I can't remember any of the scenes I like, and I worry that the plot doesn't actually make sense, or the dialogue is too cheesy, etc).

I think the only fic of mine I can read back through without cringing over mistakes or things I'd want to change is Hanamaki's IwaOi Notebook. I read it back in December, and it was just so fun, I forgot to even look for mistakes haha. So maybe that's my most favorite overall.

But if I'm ignoring those thoughts in my head that are telling me I most certainly messed things up and wrote garbage, I think I'd probably say I have a handful of stories that are my favorites for different reasons.

Into The Ocean is my favorite because when I was writing it, I felt very proud of it, and it was my first fic to go over 100k words. I liked the way I incorporated all the twists and details. It was also the first time I purposely tried to use foreshadowing, and the first time I properly made an outline.

Our Two Hearts In Ashland is my favorite because the story, in many ways, is based on themes from my own life. But it triggers my ptsd when I read it (writing certain parts was really hard), so it's not one I am likely to read again very often, if ever.

If I Fall For You is my favorite because it was my very first fic. The one that started it all. It was written with very little concern about being too cringy or embarrassing, and in that sense, there is a certain amount of.... I can't think of the word.... uh... a certain quality to it that I probably won't ever achieve again. I did go back through it to revise it earlier this year, mostly to adjust the writing style a bit.

I'll Stay By Your Side is my favorite because I love psychic AUs, and the plot twists were not planned, but worked out well anyway. At some point, I would like to go back through it and extend it a bit, because it was a little rushed. (It was one of my earliest stories, and at that point, I didn't really know how to outline or pace myself).

(Somehow, I've talked this much about the question that is "hard" to answer. Funny how that works)

#thanks for the ask!

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years ago

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

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word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, zeke

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Just as you were about to say something else to Mikasa, the doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. She let go of your hair and stood at her full height.

"Are you expecting anyone?" She asked.

"No, we're not." With confusion evident on your face, you got off the stool and lightly kicked it under the counter.

Your eyebrows knitted together as you made your way to the front door.

On the other side of the glass, you saw a blond bearded man struggling to hold around five suitcases. He noticed you reaching for the door handle and grinned widely.

"Surprise!" He shouted and dropped his luggage on the marble floor when the door was fully opened. He raised his arms and tried to hug you. Scowling, you evaded his embrace.

"Zeke, what the hell are you doing here?" Your grip on the door tightened with every word.

Zeke frowned. "Do I need a reason to visit my sister?"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not your sister. And typically, yes, you would."

"Okay, well, you're like my sister." He paused to adjust his glasses. "Have you forgotten? Eren's twenty-second is coming up. There's so much to do!" His excited facade was transparent to you.

"You didn't care about his twenty-first. Or his twentieth, for that matter. What's the sudden interest in your brother's life?" You raised an eyebrow as he visibly grew nervous.

"Well, you see, uh-" He twiddled his thumbs and your eyes narrowed. "Here's the thing-"

"Spit it out, Zeke." Mikasa cut him off when she rounded the corner. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the staircase railing.

"Mikasa! I didn't know you were back!" Zeke made rapid hand gestures toward her, eager to change the subject.

"I didn't know you were back, either. At least I gave a warning," she uttered, earning an incredulous look from the blond.

"Zeke, why are you here?" you continued.

His eyes briefly shifted to a houseplant before training back on you. "What if I told you I'm not allowed in the state of Nebraska?" He gave you a meek smile and your jaw dropped.

Mikasa snorted. "What the hell did you do in Nebraska?"

"Nothing!" he assured. "It's just that I may or may not be several million dollars in debt and on the run from the police." He looked down at his muddy boots in shame.

"You're WHAT?" You gaped at him. You'd known Zeke long enough to have it figured out that he brought trouble wherever he went but he was usually careful enough not to get banned from a state.

"It's not as bad as you think! I just got into a little quarrel with some guys. Everything is fine. Just let me stay here for a while," he said sheepishly.

"I am not letting a fugitive stay in my home!" you exclaimed.

"I'm not a fugitive! There's no need to use terms like that!"

"You're banned from Nebraska! I'll call you whatever I want!"

"What's all the commotion about?" Eren was walking down the stairs when he saw his older brother at the door. His mouth dropped open and he gripped the railing beside him. "Zeke?!"

"Why didn't you tell me your brother was in town?" You glared up at him.

"Because I didn't know!" He started to flail his arms around while simultaneously trying to make sense of the situation.

"Hey, little brother. Can I sleep in your room?"

"No!"

"Zeke's not allowed in Nebraska," Mikasa informed.

"What?!" Eren clutched the railing with one hand and his head with the other whilst continuing his descent down the stairs. "What even is Nebraska?" he mumbled with wide eyes.

"Doesn't matter. I wanna know how he managed to be banned from it." You glowered at the man in front of you.

"Y/n, will you please let me inside? It's cold even in March, you know." Zeke pleaded and pretended to shiver.

You glanced back at Eren for a sign of his approval. The house was yours, but Zeke was his brother. It wasn't like this was the first time he needed to stay over, anyway. Unlike mere seconds before, he now held a serious expression. He nodded at you and beckoned for Zeke to follow him.

He heaved a relieved sigh and nearly tackled you with a hug. "Thank you so much, Y/n! You won't regret this, I promise."

It felt like your bones were being crushed by his weight as your face was pushed up against his jacket. He reeked of an old car. "Okay, get off me, old man!" Your voice was muffled as you tried to push him away. He backed up and brushed your shoulders off before grabbing his luggage and disappeared into the basement with his younger brother.

You sighed heavily and plopped down on the stairs. "He got mud all over my floors. I just cleaned them too." Your head fell into your hands as you stressed over Zeke's sudden arrival. As if there wasn't enough on your plate already.

Mikasa laughed quietly as she draped an arm around your shoulders and sat down beside you. The sudden contact made your ears burn red. "Any particular reason for cleaning?" she hinted teasingly.

You lifted your head as you apprehensively stammered out a poor explanation.

She laughed at you again and you couldn't help but wonder if it's always been that easy to make her laugh. You thought about it for a moment and concluded to yourself that it didn't matter what made her laugh, as long as you got to hear it.

A dreamy smile spread across your face as you watched how her newly short hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed like that.

It seemed she noticed your thoughtful gaze because she tucked the hair behind her ear and peered down at you. "What are you looking at?" she whispered.

"You."

The sound of footsteps resounded from the stairs behind you. "Woah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Jean smirked when he saw how close you and Mikasa were. He parted the two of you by removing Mikasa's arm so he could walk in between.

Your face grew red when you realized what you had said to her and it grew even redder when you noticed Mikasa had a similar amount of color dusting her cheeks.

"Heads up, I'm going to Marco's right now so if anyone asks that's where I'll be." He corrected the slight wrinkles in his new shirt and grabbed his keys from the key-hook.

Mikasa was quick to add to his words. "It's nice to see you and Marco are still going strong. I'm happy for you, Jean, really." She smiled up at him honestly.

Jean's tinted cheeks gave away his embarrassment. "Oh, thanks. Uh, I'm also really happy for, um, whatever you guys have going on." He grinned but quickly covered his mouth when he saw a look of distress flash across your face. "Uh, sorry, I have to go now. See you guys later." He mumbled another apology and turned sharply on his heel to make a mad dash at the front door.

Mikasa chuckled and shook her head. "He can be such a dork sometimes," she said when the door closed behind him.

"That's true," you admitted softly. You were a little displeased that she kept her arm in her lap instead of wrapping it around you again now that Jean had vanished.

"I take it Zeke's kept up with his habits since I've been gone?" she assumed.

An exasperated sigh left your lips. "He shows up at least once or twice a year wanting to stay. He always owes somebody money but, as far as I know, this is the first time he's been permanently banned from a state. I don't love letting criminals in my household but you know how Eren gets."

"I see. I do remember how angry he'd get with us when we wanted Zeke to leave," she recalled dejectedly.

"I just wish he wouldn't get his hopes up every time he asks to stay." You frowned and tapped your fingers against the wooden stair you sat on.

"I hope he can stay long enough for Eren's twenty-second. It'd be nice if he could spend his birthday with him."

"That can be arranged." You ran a shaky hand through your hair. "Will you be okay at a party for him?" you inquired timidly. Considering what happened the last time she was at a party, you felt the need to know if she'd be alright with going since Eren's birthday was rapidly approaching.

Mikasa was surprised by the question. "Of course I will be. Y/n, you know I'm over what happened. You don't have to worry about what I think. It's cute you care, though." She squeezed your shoulder gently and gave you a reassuring smile.

Before you could respond, she stood from her position next to you and started up the stairs. "I'm gonna get changed. I'll see you later."

When she was out of your sight, you gave a final weighted sigh. You had to figure out what you were going to do with Zeke. The feelings that came with Mikasa being home already clouded your mind, not to mention the stress of Hitch on your ass as well.

For Eren's sake, Zeke should stay for a little bit. Mikasa suggested he should leave once Eren's birthday passes and that made sense. However, that would mean he'd be living in your house for two weeks.

You groaned and leaned back. There was only one person who would know how to help. You spun around and scrambled up the creaky stairs.

Facing the office door, you opened it and watched Armin move hastily to turn off their monitor.

"What are you doing?" You raised an eyebrow and leaned on the doorframe.

"Important research." He swiveled the chair to face you and rested his arms in his lap.

"Yeah, right," you snickered. "Did you know Zeke is here?"

Armin nodded. "I overheard everything. It's not like you people are quiet."

"Okay, so what should I do about it?" Moving to sit on the couch, you placed your hands on the cushions under you.

They shrugged. "I don't know. What should you do about it?"

"Come on, Armin. I came in here because I need your help with this." You sent him a worried glance.

"Y/n, at the end of the day, this is your house. You decide who stays and who doesn't. If you want him here, let him stay. If you don't, kick him out."

He couldn't just ignore the obvious issue present. "But what about Eren?"

"What about him? Eren respects you more than he respects anyone else. He wouldn't want to do something if you weren't comfortable with it. The guy trusts you with his life." He spoke like the answer was so clear.

You pursed your lips and thought over what they said. "I don't want to hurt him, though."

He wore a compassionate smile. "None of us do, but the difference between us is that he would listen to you. So, with that said, how long will you let Zeke stay?"

You looked down at your hands and thought back to your conversation with Mikasa and about the conversation you just had with the man across from you. "He can stay until Eren's birthday party. When that's passed, he'll have to leave."

When you looked up, you noticed Armin was still smiling at you. "I knew you'd make a good decision."

"I always do, don't I?" You joked.

He snorted and adjusted his chair to face his computer again. "You wouldn't be able to without me."

You feigned offense and stood up. "You're too cruel."

"Sure I am. Now leave my office, peasant. I'm busy." He waved you away with a dramatic flair of his hand.

You scoffed. "I bet you don't have actual work to do and you're just being a freak on the internet, like usual."

He flipped you off. "If you don't leave I'll have to use brute force."

"Whatever, whatever, Armeen, don't be harsh." You sauntered out of the office before he could scold you about the nickname.

posted: 8/31/21

no edits, reposts, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Hi! I love your writings and I've never requested a story of any kind,i couldn't find any rules in your feed sorry in advance but i wanted to ask if you could write about bakugo,midoriya or kirishima(you can choose) for a prom au based on how the reader gets dumped by her first date and is left "crying in her prom dress" :')

it’s a prom!au bitcheS

warnings: fluff, cursing

a/n: lets goooo i loved this so much more when i was writing this!!! also my first time,,, writing for two of these characters so idk how well i did, but i tried LMAO

Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugou is already entirely annoyed.

First of all, he found dances to be stupid. Gross sweating people everywhere, too loud music, people terribly dancing, and on top of everything else when he sweated excessively he wasn’t “allowed to use his quirk”? So how was this bullshit going to be fun for him?

But he wasn’t one to go back on his word either, he had promised Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes that he was going to go after they wouldn’t shut the hell up about him not attending. To be honest, the major reason he didn’t want to attend was because of y/n. She was going to this dance with someone else, some irrelevant extra from the business class that Bakugou didn’t know existed until y/n showed him a picture of him.

“He looks like some fucking douchebag,” Bakugou grunts as y/n takes her phone back from his hands, a laugh escaping her lips. It wasn’t her typical pretty laugh, it sounded almost hurt and Bakugou sighed rubbing his temples, this stupid girl was going to give him an aneurysm. “But I guess if you think he’s fucking decent, whatever.”

“You won’t be jealous?” Y/n teases as she flops onto his bed, her hair blanketing around her like some halo, and Bakugou just hates the way his heart jumps at the sight.

“You fucking wish I was.” Bakugou scoffs, “And don’t you dare mess up my fucking bed, dumbass.”

The words, however, are too soft, and y/n sees through the demure and pats the bedside next to her, “Don’t worry, baka, I’ll save a dance for you.”

“I never said I fucking wanted to dance with you!”

The laughter that leaves y/n lips makes Bakugou blush the tiniest amount as he sits stiffly on his bed as she continues talking about the extra details of the prom dance and Bakugou soon finds himself regretting not asking her out sooner.

So as Bakugou reaches the auditorium, he sends a quick text message to y/n:

I’m expecting a dance.

Perfect, Bakugou thinks as he repockets his phone it was the perfect amount of flirting and hears the annoying ding of your phone when you get a text message, and he freezes, “Y/n/n?” He barks into the night and is surprised to hear a suppressed sob coming from the opposite wall of stairs he didn’t walk by. But Bakugou knows that phone chime and the voice all too well and immediately storms over there, why the hell was y/n crying?

There y/n sits, on the middle stair, mascara running down her cheeks as her magical ballgown is poofed around her. She wipes away at the tears running down her face, effectively ruining the makeup on her face even more. “Why the hell are you crying?” Bakugou asks genuinely confused, not that his tone effectively presented that.

“Oh, you know…” Y/n sniffles as she attempts to smile, but fails miserably, “I got dumped by my date, not that I really li-liked him. It was just so… so em-embarrassing.” The words seem weak and altogether embarrassed, but it just pisses off Bakugou to no end.

“You’re telling me, that fucking douchebag prick dumped you on prom night? And didn’t fucking care that you are here crying like some fat baby?!” Bakugou hisses, the anger multiplying at an extremely insane amount. “Who the fuck does he think–” Bakugou is already storming in towards the building, but is stopped by y/n rising to her feet and pulling on his arm.

“It’s okay, Baku–”

“I think the fuCK NOT!” Bakugou roars back.

“I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight, please. I don’t need him to make it a memorable night!” She pleads and Bakugou hesitates, his eyes on his crush who despite looking like a wreck makes him want to follow her course of action.

“On one condition,” Bakugou grumbles and y/n nods her head quickly, “You replace your shitty date with me.”

The smile that comes on her face is something that Bakugou is still ashamed to admit made him fully blush.

bonus!

“HEY DOUCHEBAG PRICK FACE!” Bakugou yells over the thumping music as he notices your old date standing in the corner as he swings you around while the two of you dance, something that you weirdly were really good at together. “WATCH WHAT YOU’RE MISSING, ASSHOLE!”

Entirely way too pumped on the adrenaline of dancing in front of his classmates, having you in his arms, and having so far actually enjoyed the night Bakugou slams lips against yours, his hands gripping your cheeks as he lays one on you. And the two of you melt into this kiss, as his lips drag deliciously over your own as you eagerly return the passion despite your burning cheeks.

When Bakugou pulls away, he proceeds to flip off your old date without looking his way at all, and you can hear the distant shrieks of your classmates, “Are you going to kiss me again?” You can’t help yourself from asking as Bakugou sort of just stares at you.

His lips back on yours easily answer that question.

Midoriya Izuku

You were best friends with Midoriya, a title that you hated by the way because you were in love with the hero-in-training. As a student from general studies, your relationship was often a bit on edge given that most of your classmates hated the hero studies class. But you digressed.

By popular demand, U.A. was bringing an end of the school year dance as a new tradition, something similar to what Americans had as prom. You had hinted multiple times for Midoriya to ask you to the dance, but he never did, so instead you had agreed to go with a classmate of yours that you knew liked you.

So on the big night, Midoriya had gone off and told you that he was going to get there early to help set up because he thought he would be able to use his quirk for set up, and that was important training or something of the sort. You, however, stayed in your dorm room, sitting prettily in your prom dress waiting for your date to show up. Your eyes glancing over at the clock on your phone and saw the dance was going to start anytime soon, but still, no date.

It was soon an hour into the dance and you had hot tears rolling down your face as you realized just what was happening. You had been stood up.

You didn’t exactly know how to feel, it wasn’t as if you were expecting to fall in love with this boy at the end of the night, but it sure didn’t feel nice to be abandoned. So, gathering up your depressed emotions, you wiped away your runny makeup and stood up, ready to go to this dance alone.

Okay with your appearance, you opened the door, your eyes focusing on the hand that was centimeters away from knocking on your face.

“Midoriya-kun?” You squeak as the hand is ripped away from your face, the curly-haired boy profusely apologizing as he took several steps back.

“Y/l/n-chan!” He cries from against the hallway, “I just saw that you weren’t there, but that your date was, and well, I went to go ask him where you were because I had requested your favorite song to play. But you weren’t there. Your date told me that you weren’t interested in him so you didn’t go, but you were so excited last night that it just seemed wrong, so of course, I came to check on you because it’s–why are you crying?”

Tears are now flowing down your face and it managed to stop Midoriya’s rambling as he was now by your side, wiping away your tears, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, y/l/n-chan.”

A garbled laugh escapes your lips as Midoriya quickly works to make sure your makeup isn’t ruined, “He stood me-me up,” You cry as Midoriya envelopes you in a hug, and there the two of you stand in formal outfits until your sobs turn into hiccups. “I’m not even mad about it, but I was just so embarrassed because I know he has a crush on me… does that mean I can’t even get the guys who like me to like me?” You ramble into Midoriya’s shoulder as his comforting touches rub your back gently.

“Are American dances this dramatic?” You can’t help but ask as a laugh escapes Midoriya’s lips.

“Considering every high school rom-com of theirs ends with a dramatic prom experience, I’m going to say yes.” Midoriya teases as he breaks the hug and wipes tears off your cheeks again. “But, this can’t be the end of the night for you, I won’t allow it!”

“I never said I wasn’t going!”

“Good, because from here on out, we’ll be each other’s dates, and we’ll have so much fun!”

Your breath hitches when Midoriya goes to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you flush as he grabs you by the hand and the two of you are now racing to get to the dance.

bonus!

You swayed in Midoriya’s arms, the two of you slow dancing to the slow version of Latch by Sam Smith, an English song that you found to be romantic.

You pressed your cheek against Midoriya’s neck, his left hand in yours, and his right one holding you close. A smile was permanently fixed on your face as Midoriya had taken it upon himself to sing every song that was played, even when he didn’t know a single word.

The English that escaped his lips were choppy, heavily accented, and tone-deaf but you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with every passing second. You only hoped that he wouldn’t be able to tell as you were pressed up against him.

“I forgot to tell you something earlier,” Midoriya says as the words are getting too hard for him to improvise.

“That you’re leaving the hero industry to pursue a life as a recording artist?” You tease him as laughs escaping the both of you.

“I would be pretty amazing, but no, sadly that’s not it.” Midoriya pulls away slowly, and you whine a bit from the lack of contact, but come to stare into his eyes. “I j-just wanted to say you look, well um, you look beautiful tonight.”

Maybe it was because he had been holding you close all night, or maybe it was the spark in the air because of it being a dance, or maybe it was because you could no longer keep your feelings to yourself, but you leaned towards Midoriya and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, handsome.” You whisper as you return to your old position, and you flushed hearing the roaring heartbeat of Midoriya in your ear as the two of you continued to dance.

Kirishima Eijirou

You tipped the glass of punch into your mouth, staring at the dance floor with immense irritation. You had been asked to prom and had been enjoying the night with the said date until he had abandoned you for some other girl. It wasn’t that it was a big deal, but you just believed there was no point of being asked just to be abandoned.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” A voice asks from behind you, and you choke on your drink momentarily as you turn around to see your classmate Kirishima standing behind you, two cups of punch in his hand, and a curious expression on his face. “I saw y/dates/n over there? Did he make you get your own drink, that’s pretty unmanly of him.”

“Psh, I wish it was just that.” You say as you roll your eyes as you see your date now grinding with the said girl he left you for.

“Is that allowed?!” Kirishima gasps as he sees the same dance moves happening that you see as well. “That can’t be allowed!”

It shouldn’t bother you, you know that, but seeing that you couldn’t even enjoy your prom because of your date, angry tears well up in your eyes. “Well, y/l/n, I don’t know about you but–are you okay?” Kirishima jumps as he sees the tears now rolling down your face as you wipe them away pathetically.

“My date dumped me.” You bitterly admit as you turn away from Kirishima, not wanting to let him see you cry. “He asked me out by the way.” You add the last part in an attempt to make it seem like you were still the winning person there, although you were the one now crying by the sideline like some reject.

Well, in all fairness you were one.

“Did you want to dance?” Kirishima asks you, and you tense.

Kirishima and you were classmates, and yeah you were friends, but you never thought you were close enough for him to be asking you to dance. You turn around and look at Kirishima who is placing the two cups of punch back onto the table, “I was getting Sero and Kaminari punch because they’re in the middle of the floor having a break dancing competition against Mina and Shouji.”

You blink away the tears in your eyes at that detail, and you look towards where your friends are very involved in a break dancing competition. “That explains the chanting and crowds.” You mutter, but you remember his offer and shake your head, “I don’t want to ruin your night with you catering to my hurt feelings, besides don’t you have a date?”

Kirishima laughs good naturally, a hand on his neck as he shakes his head, “The girl I wanted to ask unfortunately had a date.” And your mouth opens in understanding, but you watch as he offers you his hand. “Come on, dance with me, you look too pretty tonight just to be a wallflower.”

You find yourself blushing, grateful for the dimmed setting, but you didn’t put your hand in his, “I m-mean, if you want to be a wallflower that’s okay, too! I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this!” Kirishima panics and you let out a laugh as you wipe around your eyes hopeful that you didn’t ruin your makeup.

“I’d love to dance, Kirishima.” You say as you take his hand which is now resting by his side, and take him out to the dance floor, a grin on both your faces as you danced in rhythm to the beating music.

Slowly but surely, as the night progresses you find yourself finding Kirishima’s toothy grin, weird dance moves, and terrible jokes sending a fire spreading through your body, especially when he holds you close.

“Thank you for dealing with me tonight,” You whisper as the two of you slow dance, as it was the final dance of the night.

“It was my pleasure,” Kirishima whispers back as his head rests gently on yours. “Can-can I confess something?”

You hum softly, teasing him slightly as you take a while to think it through. “Well, you did put up with me for hours, I guess you can confess something.”

“The girl I wanted to ask out was- it was you,” Kirishima says softly, and you freeze, moving your head from his shoulder and stare at him. “I just couldn’t gather the courage to say something until it was too late, so that was really unmanly of me.”

You rise to your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “You just confessed to that right now, so I think it’s still pretty manly of you.”

The two of you stare at each other smiling as the song eventually ends, but even as the night comes to an end, you feel like something between the two of you has just started.

bonus!

“TAKE THIS!” You cackle maniacally as you and Kirishima are throwing eggs up on your old dates balcony. Bakugou had suggested the two of you go seek revenge, and this was the best thing the two of you could think of.

“Watch this, I’m doing it without looking!” Kirishima shouts as he grabs two eggs and closes his eyes and flings the eggs, and they crack onto the windows.

“Amazing!” You laugh as you reveal the now empty carton, “Should we run now?” You whisper as the lights in the room turn on, you’re already gathering the skirt of your dress, preparing to run.

“YES!” Kirishima yells as he scoops you off the ground and takes off running.

The two of you are laughing, breathless, with smiles that seemed to be permanently plastered on your face. Eventually, you two make it back to the dorms, and he places you on your feet, and with the entire mood of the night, you can’t help but press a kiss onto his unknowing lips.

The two of you still completely as you break apart, your cheeks flushed as you can’t believe what you did. “I-I’m sorry!” You stutter as you begin to ramble about how you didn’t wish to ruin anything, but you stop as his hands touch your cheeks gently.

“Please don’t apologize,” Kirishima mumbles as he presses another kiss to your lips and you melt against him instantly.

a/n: hope you guys liked it, and sorry this is a day late, my posting schedule was a bit pushed back!

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