#all like 'I've never seen you like that before' 'you don't wear lipstick' like ????

[mrsshabana]

This request can go on the back burner, but an idea struck me with the force of a ton of bricks when I say your post about incel Gyutaro.

What about a little story where Gyutaro is trying to join a fraternity, to impress girls, and it's hazing time~ They make the pledges strip down to their boxers and wear blindfolds. The frat guys got a bunch of pretty girls together to write on their bodies with washable markers. Compliments or insults. The one with the most compliments from different girls joins tonight, and the one with the least has to walk home in his underwear. The others just get their clothes back and can stay at the party.

Reader is heartbroken by the amount of insults on Gyutaro's body with no compliments. So she puts on red lipstick and kisses all of his birthmarks! And writes in the lipstick. He's still losing, but he definitely won't mind as much anymore. Also, I feel like this is a mouthful if you don't wanna post my ask, itself, that's fine.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro thinks joining a fraternity will help him impress girls, but it results in him getting hazed and utterly humiliated. Though you end up making it all worth it. Maybe it did help him impress girls after all. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, smut, MDNI, incel Gyutaro, college au, angst, humiliation, hazing, vaginal sex, creampie, premature ejaculation ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.6k words. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. I KID YOU NOT - AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY MOMENT SINCE. This ended up being some of my best writing, thank you so much for this request ♡

You've seen some crazy shit since you've joined a sorority but nothing quite like this. It's nothing new that the fraternity guys on Greek row like holding strange events and wild parties. But you never thought they'd invite you and some of your fellow sorority members over to haze some rookies.

A line of almost naked men stand before you, blindfolded and in nothing but their boxers. You and the other girls are tasked with writing comments about their appearance on their bodies with a marker. Compliments or insults, both are encouraged.

Most of them just look like your everyday frat boy, with lots of them having abs and large muscles. The only one that stands out is the guy at the end. You can already tell he doesn't belong in this crowd by how pale he is. Not spending the summer drinking beers at the lake and getting a nice tan? Who the hell is this guy? He looks like the type that stays inside all day playing video games and watching hentai.

And that's not all - his body stands out in many other ways as well. He's really skinny and his hip bones protrude in an unnatural way. Not to mention the large ink-like birthmarks that are scattered across his body.

However, even though he looks different, you don't have a negative impression of him. All you thought when you first saw him was, "Huh, that guy doesn't look like the kind of guy to join a frat."

As you go down the line you write nice comments on each man's body, not having the heart to write anything negative and possibly hurt someone's feelings. You always felt bad for the guys that get hazed so you could never bring yourself to make it worse for them. However, when you get to the skinny guy, you are utterly shocked by what you see.

Littered all over his body are mean and cruel insults. You felt sick to your stomach as you read them.

"Disgusting"

"Freak"

"Incel"

"Virgin"

One girl even wrote, "Ew, why are you even here?" while another wrote, "I rather die than sleep with you lol."

You understand that he has an unconventional appearance but it certainly does not warrant all of these hateful comments. It breaks your heart to see that not even a single girl has said something nice about him.

You can't even imagine the amount of courage it must have taken him to stand up here like this. Only to get shot down and made fun of? You won't stand for it.

He flinches as he feels your delicate, manicured hands touch his chest. Then he feels something creamy and soft glide along his body, it feels different from the markers he's felt so far.

You decide to write some nice comments in your favorite red lipstick.

"So hot!"

"Cutie ;)"

But you feel like it isn't enough so you put a layer of the vibrant shade on your lips, then begin to kiss the birthmarks on his body.

His breath hitches and his face turns red when he feels you kiss him. Starting with his cheek and going all the way down to the mark on his hip. Everyone stares at you with confused faces as they watch you adore the "ugliest" guy in the lineup. But honestly, you don't care, you think he's hot as hell.

However, you feel like it's not enough so you write, "CALL ME!" in large letters on his chest followed by your phone number.

As all of the girls finish up leaving their comments for the guys, they are finally allowed to take off their blindfolds and read the messages on their bodies.

When he removes his blindfold you can't help but smile seeing how cute he is, and not to mention those beautiful blue eyes.

The self-proclaimed leader of the hazing committee, Tengen Uzui, reads the comments out loud.

Of course, the insults on Gyutaro's body sting. Especially since they are so harsh and he received a lot more than everyone else. But the bright red compliments are what's keeping him afloat. Almost making him not give a fuck about what any of the other girls had to say. Of course, there is a part of him that thinks this could be a cruel trick to get his hopes up. But honestly, after going so many years without a girl even looking in his direction, he can't help but get excited. After all, this is the first time he's ever gotten a girl's phone number.

He looks around the room, trying to see who the culprit could be. There are a few girls wearing red lipstick so he's not entirely sure who it could be.

"Looks like you'll be walking home, Gyutaro!" Tengen announced loudly, "And I'll be keeping these!" He laughs as he snatches Gyutaro's clothes - forcing him to walk home shamefully in nothing but his boxers.

He feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him as everyone stares and laughs. Just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, he nods and walks towards the door.

"Wait!" You shout as you run towards him, taking off your shirt and jeans. Once you're down to your bra and panties you say, "Let's go together."

His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his face as red as a tomato. The party goes completely silent, the girls stare at you with confusion and a hint of disgust. While the guys stare at Gyutaro with envy, wishing that they were in his place.

"Well, come on," you say, breaking the silence.

Gyutaro gives you a shaky nod and opens the door for you, following you out.

Once outside the frat house, he really doesn't know what to say, at a complete loss for words. A half-naked girl is walking home with him right now, and not just any girl, you're a solid ten.

His perverted self may be too focused on your appearance right now, but a part of him does recognize how nice it was of you to do that for him so he didn't feel so embarrassed. You literally took off your clothes so you could endure his hazing punishment with him. No one's ever been so kind to him before - especially not a woman.

He keeps looking at your tits, trying not to be obvious about it but he can't help himself. He loves boobs!! He always has and he's never been so close to them before. Honestly, it's a miracle he isn't sporting a massive hard-on right now. The cold breeze hitting his exposed skin is the only thing keeping it at bay.

"Um... thanks," he rasps quietly, barely mustering the courage to speak to you at all, "What's your name?"

"Oh, my name's Y/N. And don't mention it," you smile, "No one deserves to be treated that way."

"... so you did it out of pity?" he frowns.

"Not at all! I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"Well... I think you're really cute. Nerdy shy guys like you have always been my type," you express your feelings with a hint of embarrassment, "And just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean that warrants bullying."

Gyutaro blushes deeply, too shy and flattered to respond. So you continue.

"Don't join the frat, Gyutaro. You won't be happy there, they'll just make you an outcast because you're different. I really hope you change your mind about it." You hope your words won't offend him, but it's the honest truth. A guy like him doesn't belong in a frat and deep down he knows that.

Gyutaro hates everyone in that frat, he finds them annoying and idiotic. He only wanted to join in the first place because he's so desperate to get laid and he knows those types of guys pull chicks left and right.

"Alright, I won't join. But only if you have sex with me," he states with a confidence he hasn't had all night.

"Wh-what?!" You gasp, almost certain you must not have heard him correctly.

"I only wanted to join that stupid fraternity to get laid. You're the first girl that's ever been interested in me. So if you sleep with me then I'll know I can get laid without needing the frat."

At a loss for words, you stare at him with wide eyes as the two of you stand outside of his dorm building.

You're no saint, so sex isn't something you aren't used to. But you also wouldn't consider yourself the type to sleep with a guy you barely know either. This is still weird for you. But is it too weird for you?

Obviously not because you feel butterflies form in your stomach and a moistness develop in your panties as you think about it. He is really cute, and he does have a point. If you sleep with him maybe it will boost his confidence. And who knows, maybe after tonight you could get closer to him. Being a virgin and all, he doesn't seem like the type to just dip and skip.

"Ok, you have a deal," you smile shyly and take his hand, "This is your dorm building right?"

His jaw drops, not expecting you to have agreed. "Y-Yeah," he stutters.

"Let's hurry before anyone catches us!" Dragging him inside, the two of you sneak up to his room without being noticed.

Once inside you get clear confirmation that Gyutaro is the exact kind of guy you thought he was. Clothes and empty energy drink cans were strewn about his room. The air smells like a mix of body odor and G Fuel. On his desk is a nice looking PC gaming setup. Equip with neon lights and an RTX 3090. And you aren't surprised to see a bottle of lotion on his desk. And beside it is an nsfw figurine of some anime character that looks vaguely similar to you. Maybe you are his type after all.

Gyutaro doesn't bother cleaning up or even apologizing for the mess, it's like he doesn't even care. He just turns on some colored lights and sits on the bed. Now that he's out of the cold and inside the comfort of his own dorm, you can see his erection quickly growing under his boxers.

"Well? Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now," he scowls.

"No! I'm not chickening out! I'm actually really excited..." you sit beside him and caress his thigh.

Immediately you can see his member twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He had this nonchalant act going on, but now it's crumbling down and he's a complete mess.

"C-Can I touch them?" he mutters as he stares down at your chest.

"Sure, let me help you," you say as you unhook your bra and throw it to the side. His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from drooling.

Like instinct, his hands go to your breasts and he starts feeling and playing with them. It's obvious he's never done this before because his hands are shaky and he's handling them roughly. But he's just so excited!

"Woah," he says in awe, "These are awesome..."

Even though he's a bit rough and inexperienced, it still feels good. The way his bony fingers squeeze and prod, along with how he runs his fingers over your nipples with curiosity.

"Gyutaro..." you whisper as you caress his cheek and pull him closer, "Come here." Pulling him into a heated kiss, it's obvious he doesn't know what to do. But you try your best to guide him.

He whimpers into the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth. He tries to reciprocate but he's quite sloppy.

Despite that, it still sends him to cloud nine. Not only is this his first kiss but he also gets to touch tits at the same time. It's so overwhelming for him that he feels like he's already going to cum.

Hastily shoving his hand down his boxers, he grabs the base of his cock and squeezes tightly - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "T-Take off your panties, I-I wanna fuck you already."

With a devious smirk, you spread your legs as you remove your panties, showing him how wet you are. Gyutaro gulps, staring at you like a starving animal.

"I'm ready for you, Gyu," you coo as you lay on your back, completely submitting to him.

"Wait um... can we try doggy style?"

You're kind of surprised by his request but you don't mind so you flip over and get on your hands and knees.

Gyutaro would actually love to watch your face contort as he fucks you, but he chose doggy style because he doesn't want you to see him while he does it. Even after everything you've said to him his insecurities are still there. And a part of him fears that if you see his dick then you'll change your mind about this. He's not the biggest, but he definitely isn't small either. The size is actually really nice, but he's so insecure that he can't see that. But the worst part is the birthmarks, he feels like his dick looks like he has some type of venereal disease even though he doesn't. So he figures it'd be best if you just didn't see it at all.

Once you're in the doggy position he feels comfortable enough to pull down his boxers. You feel the sticky, leaking tip nudge against you as he positions himself.

His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to find the right spot, his inexperience showing.

"Here, let me help you," you say in a sweet tone as to not upset him or sound judgmental. Though he's still a bit embarrassed anyway.

Reaching between your legs, you grasp his shaft and gently guide him inside of you. Once he's an inch or two inside, he gets too excited and fully thrusts forward. Jolting his needy cock into your gummy walls. You yelp in response while Gyutaro moans loudly.

"F-Fuck... ngh Y/N, you feel so goddamn good," he groans in pleasure as he tightens his grasp on your hips.

After a moment of stillness, he starts thrusting when he feels like he won't cum immediately. But it's not long before that sensation comes back.

Only after a few thrusts, do you feel a warmth spread inside of you as you feel Gyutaro's thighs begin to shake.

"Did you- did you cum?" Surprised, you look back at him to see the blissful expression on his face.

But your words quickly snap him out of it, "Shit... m'sorry," he pants, obviously feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast."

He quickly shoves his dick back in his boxers, trying to hide his shame as he hangs his head and refuses to look you in the eye. The only chance he got to have sex, he ruined it by cumming too fast like the incel that everyone says he is. He looks down at the writing on his body, starting to feel like all of those insults from earlier are justified.

Seeing the shift in his mood, you quickly put your panties back on and hug him. "Hey it's ok, it was your first time. That just means we'll have to do it more so you can get used to it."

"R-Really? You don't think I'm pathetic...?" he whimpers in disbelief.

"Of course not, I still had a lot of fun," you smile and kiss his cheek, "Maybe I can stay the night and we can try again in the morning."

"I'd fucking love that."

[ihave-atummyache]

versace on the floor

hwang hyunjin one shot/imagine

NSFW!! 18+++ MINORS DNI

summary: the most stunning couple at the award show… in matching versace, of course.

3.2k words (OFFICER I CAN EXPLAIN)

(this is the best foreplay i have ever written oh m y g o s h)

i couldn't decide who your best friend is dating in the group so just make it up yourself>_<

also u all already know that i think hyunjin is just the nastiest mfer ever so i, once again, completely indulged that

"I'm insanely lucky," you mumble out, staring straight ahead as your boyfriend walks with his band down the red carpet. Your best friend chuckles beside you before snapping in front of your face.

"Earth to y/nnnn, snap out of it. We get it, you're obsessed with your boyfriend," she playfully rolls her eyes but still pulls out her phone to record her own boyfriend, right up there with Hyunjin in his own designer brand.

"Now who is obsessed with their boyfriend?" you tease and she chuckles but you both turn your attention back to the boys when they start getting bombarded by questions.

You glance at your boyfriend and you can’t help but let your eyes trail down his body. He has on the prettiest Versace suit that you have ever seen. It's just an all black suit with some tiny gold detailing on it but you swear he has never looked more mouth watering. His long black hair is slicked back away from his face and the icing on the cake is the black polish adorning his nails and, of course, his rings.

When you let your eyes trail back up his body, they meet Hyunjin’s and he has the most smug grin on his face that you have ever seen. Of course he caught you checking him out but, in your defense, everyone is checking him out right now.

But he would describe you the exact same way. You're dressed in a black sculpted column Versace gown. The gown itself is pretty simple, but the jewelry adorning your skin is what really makes the outfit. Just like your boyfriend, you're head to toe in Versace, as per his request. Down to the hairpin in your hair.

You bite down on your red lip and Hyunjin's gaze drifts to your lips for a moment before he quickly turns his attention back to the interviewer.

You and your best friend aren't able to meet back up with the boys again until the afterparty. You're at the drink table, grabbing a glass of champagne before you feel a familiar set of arms wrap around your waist and your boyfriend's scent fills your nose.

"I think we're the best dressed couple here tonight," you chuckle against the rim of the glass and you feel him chuckle in response before placing a gently kiss to the side of your neck.

"Mm. I agree. But did you have to wear that lipstick color?" He asks and you frown before turning around in his arms and locking eyes with him. His grip tightens around your lower back when your eyes meet.

"You don't like it?" You can hear the pout in your own voice but Hyunjin immediately shakes his head.

"No, baby. I love it. Maybe a little too much," he leans into your ear, making sure nobody around you can hear you, "I've been hard since I saw you while walking the red carpet. I can't stop imagining those lips around my cock," he whispers into your ear and you choke on a sip of champagne, coughing slightly.

He chuckles and tucks a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind your ear. You clear your throat before taking another sip of champagne. Your boyfriend grabs the fluke from you and downs the rest of it, having no patience for you to babysit your drink.

"Oh no! Your drink is empty. Looks like we should leave," he smiles innocently at you before wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you towards the back door. (lol)

"Wait! Shouldn't we tell someone we're leaving?" you object, glancing over your shoulder but nobody is looking your direction.

"They'll figure it out," he replies before opening the backdoor and peaking out. There's nobody but a security guard there and Hyunjin asks if he can call a car for you two which he immediately does. The car arrives in less than five minutes and you're back at your hotel in less than fifteen.

You step into the elevator and press the button to your floor. Hyunjin's hand wraps around the back of your neck and before the doors can even close, his lips are on your's.

It feels like he's devouring you, like he's going to swallow you whole. But honestly, you love it. The kiss is wet and sloppy and you can't help letting your hands thread into the back of his hair, tugging at the strands.

The groan that leaves his mouth and enters yours is deliciously erotic and you pull him impossibly closer. The two of you are basically one entity but it still doesn't feel like you're close enough.

The elevator door dings and Hyunjin pulls away from you. Your lipstick is every where. It's all over his chin and lips, the tip of his nose, literally every where. You try not to imagine what you look like right now. As if he can read your thoughts, he reaches out and runs his thumb under your bottom lip, presumably fixing some misplaced makeup.

"You're so fucking beautiful," the words leave his lips and he drags you behind him as he makes a beeline for your hotel room, pulling out the keycard and pushing into the room.

He immediately turns you around and pushes you against the door. He reaches one hand up and locks the hotel deadbolt. As his hand trails back down the door he brushes the same hair from earlier out of your face again before reattaching your lips.

You let out a moan when his thigh finds its way between your legs. However, you can barely get any friction due to the dress being custom made and practically skin tight.

Much to your surprise, Hyunjin's hands make their way to the slit up the side of your thigh and before you can stop him, a loud rip echoes through the room.

"Hyunjin!" You exclaim and he leans in again to kiss you, his thigh pressing fully into your core this time.

"Jinnie, this is so expensive!" you object, pushing his shoulders away from you to glance down at the damage but he resists, pulling a moan from you when his grip tightens on your hips and his thigh pushes harder against your core.

"I can afford it," his voice is deep in your ear and he uses his grip on your hips to grind you against his thigh. A whimper leaves your mouth and you let your head fall back against the door.

Maybe it's from the half glass of champagne or maybe its from how good your boyfriend looked tonight but you feel more riled up than you ever have in your life.

"You're so fucking hot," you breathe out, your eyelids low and he tears his eyes away from where you're sat on his thigh to lock eyes with you.

One of his hands leaves your hips but you continue to grind against his thigh, wedged between your legs. He grabs your jaw gently before leaning forward and licking your parted lips. It's simultaneously the nastiest and hottest thing that he has ever done.

"You were made for me," he grunts out before pulling you off the door and turning you around, guiding you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards. He wastes no time in climbing over your body and biting at the exposed skin of your chest.

The strapless dress made it easy for him to pull the top down slightly, letting your breasts spill out and also be the next to fall victim to Hyunjin's mouth.

He wraps his lips around one hardened nipple, sucking and nipping, making your hips rut up into his pelvis. You make slight friction and he lets a deep noise escape his throat before he lets his hips relax and you are able to fully grind against him.

The more you grind, the harder and faster he bites and sucks at your chest, sure to leave marks that won't go away for days.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants," he chuckles into your ear before sitting back on his haunches and staring down at you. He is even more covered in your red lipstick than he was in the elevator, it's all over his neck and jaw and face and you can't help but thinking how fuckable he looks right now.

"We already ruined the dress. Might as well ruin the pants too," you tease and he glances down at where he had ripped your gown. He places his hands on your thighs, and you jump slightly at the feeling of the cold rings on your flush skin. He slowly lets his perfectly manicured hands slip under what's left of the fabric until he reaches your hip bones.

"No panties?" he raises an eyebrow at you and you gulp, shaking your head as he begins to rub circles on your hips with his thumbs.

"Been wanting me to hike this pretty dress up and fuck you all day, haven't you?" he teases, letting his hand trail towards where you need him most. His finger tips finally make contact with your wet cunt and you can't help the sound that you let out, a mix between a whine and a whimper.

"I love how wet you get for me," his voice is gruff and you dont have time to reply before he plunges two fingers into you and immediately curls them to hit the spot that has you seeing stars and squirting on him every single time.

"J-Jinnie, you know I w-won't last long if you d-do that," you whine out but he doesn't listen, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of you.

"I want you to cum until you can't think . You deserve it for looking so damn good tonight. There aren't enough words in any language to describe how gorgeous you are," His words have your head falling back against the mattress and your hands gripping the sheets.

He moves his other hand to the already ripped fabric and rips it further, exposing you to him fully before he leans down and places a kiss to your clit. You back arches off the bed at the contact.

His tongue begins to lap at the bundle of nerves as his fingers continue to brush against that soft spot inside of you.

"J-Jinnie, baby, I'm-I'm-"

"Shh, I know, angel. Cum for me. I want you to squirt on my face. Can you do that?" He interrupts you and you nod vigorously before he lets his mouth reattach to your clit and he speeds up his attack, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you can't hold it anymore.

"Right thereeee, I'm cumming. Fuck I'm cumming," you start to ramble and he hums in response, the vibration adds to the stimulation and before you know it, you're squirting all over his face, the bed, and yourself. He pulls his fingers out but continues to lap relentlessly at your clit, elongating your orgasm.

"Okay okay okay okay," your hands wrap into his slick hair, trying your best to pull him away from your poor pussy. Between his strong grip on your thighs and your weakened state from just having an oragsm, you're useless against him, especially when he gets pussy drunk like this.

"Jinnie, hurts," you whimper out and he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rubbing against your swollen and overstimulated clit.

"Shh, baby. I know, I know. Just want you to cum one more time with me down here, okay? That's all then I'll let you take a breather," his voice is soft and any other time, you would know better than to fall for it but you're already so out of it that you're getting caught right under his spell.

You let out a disgruntled noise, almost an uncomfortable sound when your next orgasm falls over you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and tears begin to fall from your eyes. Hyunjin is happy he switched techniques and is able to see you in all your glory right before his own eyes.

The tears falling down your cheeks and the way your face looks in that moment is more beautiful than any art piece he has ever laid eyes on.

He stops rubbing at your clit when your body starts to jerk under his touch. He pull his hand away and rubs soothingly at your hip, his other hand trailing up your body before it wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls your limp body up to sitting.

"Are you okay?" he leans in, his forehead against your's as his hand that isn't supporting you creeps around your back and unzips the dress. He had some how managed to rip it so severely that he didn't even have to unzip it all the way for the fabric to fall away from your body.

He pulls the ex-dress away from your body and tosses it on the floor. Your wobbly hands reach out and you begin to undo the buttons on the front of his Versace suit jacket. He patiently waits for you to finish before shrugging the jacket off and tossing it onto the floor with what used to be your dress. He makes quick work of his belt next, your eyes focused on his pretty fingers and blushing slightly at the realization that those same fingers were in you, moments ago.

This leaves him in just his tank top and suit pants. The pants squeeze his waist and legs perfectly and with the removal of the jacket, it accentuates his waist in the most delicious way.

You can't stop your hands from reaching out and trailing your fingertips down his toned shoulders and arms. You smile to yourself when the goosebumps rise on his skin, satisfied that your touch has that much of an effect on him.

"You drive me crazy. Take it off for me," he glances down to his own body and your hand dips into the waistband of his pants, pulling his tank top free and slowly pushing it over his head.

Once the fabric is over his head, you let your hands gently trail down his chest and abs, just like you had done with his arms. Once you reach his happy trail, you curl your fingers, letting your nails scrape against the skin, little red marks immediately showing up on his pale skin.

He sucks in a sharp breath before grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands, the other making its way into your hair. He wraps his hand into your hair, the hairpin falling from it's place, and pulls back, exposing your neck to him.

He leans down, his breath hot against your skin and you bite your lip in anticipation. Hyunjin's lips are amazing, no matter where they are on your body.

"You're perfect," he presses a kiss to your throat, making you swallow at his touch, "An angel on earth. You're fucking perfect," he continues, sinking his teeth into the spot right next to your throat before pressing a kiss over the same spot.

"Hyunjin. Just fuck me already," impatience is dripping from your voice and he chuckles, pulling his face away, his grip still in your hair. A small smile sits on his face as he studies your ruined makeup.

"What makes you think you're in charge here? Plus, didn't you say you need a breather? Are you that desperate for my cock? Poor thing," he feigns a pout at you and you feel a blush creep up your neck before he lets go of your hair and slides onto the bed next to you.

"Be patient, my sweet girl. We have all night," he smirks at you as you lock eyes with him again over your shoulder. Despite his words, he rearranges the pillows and lays back, propping his head up. His nimble fingers snap open his slacks button before sliding down the zipper and you already know what he wants without him having to say it. You reach over and grab the waistband of his pants, sliding them down his legs. Even his underwear are Versace and you can't help but chuckle lightly at this before sliding them down as well.

"Ride me, sweetheart," he pats his thighs before you swing one leg over, straddling his hips. Your cunt was only a few centimeters away from touching his cock, red and ready to be inside of you. He can feel the heat radiating from you and it's taking everything in his power to not just pull you down to take his full length.

However, he doesn't have to wait much longer because your patience is also wearing thin. You reach between the two of you, sliding his cock through the slick created from your previous orgasms. You finally line yourself up and slowly begin to sink down onto him. Despite your preparation, the stretch is still slightly painful, making you pause. Hyunjin's hands rub soothing circles on your thighs, trying his best to get you to relax.

"You can do it, love. Just a little more. Doing so good for me. Taking my cock like you're fucking made for me," his words fill your ears and encourage you. You lean forward, pressing your hands to his chest before letting out an exhale and fully sinking down onto him.

“There you go, just like that. Good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” he asks before wrapping his hands under your ass. He pulls your body up before letting you sink back down onto his cock, a groan leaving both your mouths.

“Just for you. I’m such a good girl for you,” you ramble as you begin to bounce up and down on your boyfriend’s cock. Grunts continue to leave your’s and his mouth, mixed in with different nicknames as you speed up your pace.

Hyunjin’s hands make their way up your back, slightly pulling you forward before he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth again. The new angle makes his cock hit you completely different as well as rubs your clit against his pubic bone, creating the friction you need.

“Shit baby. So wet around me. Clenching already? Already gonna cum for me again?” His voice is muffled in your ears but you nod and that’s all the conformation he needs before he wraps his arms around your back again and pulls your chest against his.

He bends his knees and plants his feet on the bed before suddenly speeding up and fucking up into you like a madman. The change in speed has uncontrollable moans leaving your lips and you can’t even warn Hyunjin before you’re cumming again, squirting all over his stomach, hips, and thighs.

“There you go, atta girl. Good. Doing so good,” he’s mindlessly praising you, pressing kisses to your temple as you come down from the strongest orgasm of the night.

It only take about ten seconds before he starts to move inside of you again, making you jump and try to get out of his grip.

“J-Jinnie w-wait,” you whine and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“What did I say, darling? I’m not done making you cum yet. Plus we aren’t done until I’ve painted this sweet cunt with my own cum,” he punctuates his sentence by thrusting up into you one time, making a squeal leave your lips. He chuckles before pressing another kiss to the side of your head.

“God, I love you,” he whispers into your hair and you reply by pressing a kiss to his shoulder, not yet in the right headspace to form real words.

[allfearstofallto]

Day of the Wedding

Yandere! Genshin Men x Fem! Reader

Ft: Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere Themes, Forced(?) Alcohol Consumption

AN: I checked today and I have 900 followers??? That's actually insane!!! This is what I've got to offer I guess!!

Diluc

Who wouldn't cry tears of joy when marrying the most desired bachelor of Mondstadt? That's what people thought when they saw you dressed from head to toe in pure white, the only thing throwing your princess attire off being your smeared makeup. Your eyes, so red and puffy, had mascara running down your cheeks. Black tears staining your face.

Despite the way you looked, you still forced a smile. It was a small wedding, containing only those close to the both of you, but your family couldn't help, but wonder why you chose to stay close under your newly wed husband, almost seeming afraid to talk to them.

When the vows were spoken, you could barely get the words out. Your voice shaking through sobs as your tears fell upon the page of written notes, eventually making the ink leak and becoming ineligible. You still spoke your I Do’s, followed by him lifting your veil and kissing you right upon your lips. His hand snaked around your waist and the other held your head in place. But you, you stood there stiffly, like kissing him had made you turn into stone.

Diluc pulled away with a smile, his mouth stained with a slight tint of your lipstick. He walked you back down the aisle, with the crowd throwing rice and cheering. On the happiest day of your life where you were supposed to be looking forward ahead of you, you just kept looking back, hoping that your family could see the distress in your eyes, though they never did.

Childe

So many of Childe's siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles came to the wedding, but not a single one of your family members joined you.

“She's not close to her family,” he'd say, holding on to your waist with a threatening hand. That was a lie. You loved your family. You saw them often, at least, you did before the day you abruptly decided to move to Snezhnaya without a word to them. You hadn't seen them since and they didn't know where to send letters, you were essentially a ghost of their past. Your memory haunted them daily as they missed you dearly and you missed them too.

The wedding lasted days and days. A surprise to even you, but apparently that's tradition. Games and singing. There was dancing happening for what felt like hours. And drinking. So so so much drinking. With a feast that spanned almost an entire table, there was an abundance of alcohol to match.

You could hardly keep up with the festivities. In an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people being wed to a man you thought you knew. Childe wouldn't let you show your discomfort on your face, meeting your lips with a glass of whatever he was drinking, you'd gulp down even more and fall into that drunken dizziness. When the wedding ended, you don't exactly remember. It all became a blur near the end. But you remember waking up to Childe laying you down in bed, placing a kiss on your forehead and whispering words of praise to you that would've been comforting, had it not been for who he was.

Scaramouche

He always adored the way you looked in kimono. Today was no different. The pure white silk draped over your body was by far the nicest one he'd gifted you. Dolled up in traditional make-up, you felt so stiff with your now decadent appearance.

You'd feel less scared if he wasn't still wearing that same glare. That same look of anger and disappointment. Even though it was just the two of you in the room, you him and the officiant who would wed the two of you, he still glared at the man like one mistake would kill him. And it probably would.

Your hand shook as you picked up what looked to be the tea pot, something he made you practice time and time again to prepare just for today. Getting it wrong today would mean facing his wrath later, yet you still shook while pouring it into the small bowl. You watched with a pounding heart as you managed to spill some, dripping onto the floor and sinking between the wood.

Meeting his gaze and preparing for a scolding, you instead saw him lightly chuckle. Seldom did he smile and even more rare than that, did he actually laugh. The sight was even scarier than his usual glares, somehow his joy made him seem even more menacing.

“I expected this much from you,” he whispered into the silence. His nimble fingers gripped the rim of the bowl and he brought it to your lips, making you take a sip of the warm alcohol. It was bitter and disgusting, just as you'd remembered. When you swallowed your sip, he took one right after you, finishing off what was left in the dish, then sitting it to the side again.

Your names were signed onto a piece of parchment, a wedding document written in traditional Inazuma script. You couldn't read a word of it, but there was no worse contract than the one that said you'd be his lawfully wedded wife.

Scaramouche held your hand as the two of you walked out of the shrine, his fingers cold and his grip tight. It was such a beautiful day out. That was all you could think about as you were walked back to his carriage which would take you to his home. Your last day as a truly free woman, you were glad it was beautiful.

[faeryarchives]

let me kiss you

summary: after waiting for the right moment, you finally get to kiss your lover on the lips for the first time note: my canva and grammarly are both down so i can't do the requests today 😭 but hihi omg omg omg im sorry if it's bad okay i tried tags: gender neutral, fluff and maybe suggestive or ITS VERY SUGGESTIVE HONESTLY 😭 recent works: i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

༉‧₊˚. look at me: now don't go hiding your face from him after pulling off such trick 😭 before you could even run away, his hands wrapped around your waist and already pulling you in for another kiss - lips pressing against each other somewhat aggressive + you could feel your blood rushing through your veins, legs almost giving up causing you to hold on to his neck and after what seems like hours - you both took a step back to take in a deep breath 😮‍💨 you just want to give him a peck why did it escalated so far? not that you are complaining 🧍🏻‍♀️

— trey clover, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, jade leech, vil schoenheit, MALLEUS DRACONIA (im on the floor)

༉‧₊˚. kiss me again: at first they would be stunned but they would hold your cheek gently, letting yourself sink into his embrace before your lips brushed against his so tenderly - feeling his hands caressing your hand in circles and your body start feeling warm over as he slowly inched towards you until your foreheads are touching + whispering "kiss me again?" in the softest voice and you couldn't help but swoop in and give him a fleeting kiss 😚 beware of this greedy man because he will and can sneak and give you a lot of kisses every time you would see each other 😍

— cater diamond, ruggie bucchi, FLOYD LEECH, JAMIL VIPER, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

༉‧₊˚. am i dreaming?: now this man hasn't felt the touch of someone in a romantic way !! he knew that he is brave to do pda stuff with you is when he is dreaming 🛌 so the moment you pecked them - they would start to malfunction very much 🤯 and start mumbling like "this is not another dream right?" and you had never seen him in such mess before so take it easy on them + would be hesitant in asking you but after taking in some courage he will hold your hand and look you in the eyes very determined - i've never done this before. i’m probably not going to be great at it and that is okay because you are trying it together !! his first time initiating it might not be perfect but for sure it won't be the last time 🫡 after all, practice makes perfect 🤩

— riddle rosehearts, ACE TRAPPOLA, kalim al asim, epel felmier, SILVER

༉‧₊˚. speechless: oh great heavens help this guy because one moment he would be talking your ear off and the other second he is just all stunned and speechless, staring at you in shock 😳 + his face and ears are a shader (lighter/darker) due to him blushing and what after seems like an eternity he finally realized that you actually kissed him + would ask you to do it again for one time, then it will become two times until you spend the whole afternoon showering him with kisses and he will wear it as a medal if your lipstick / lipgloss is visible all over his face 🤩

— deuce spade, jack howl, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, SEBEK ZIGVOLT

[viesanterieures]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆

Robert Fischer (Inception) x female Reader

summary: The reader works as an artist who has never had a breakthrough until she decides to paint Robert.

warnings: this is a kinda cute and funny story so… no warnings :)

word count: 2500+

Masterlist

The air was warm as Robert turned into the familiar driveway. It was late October in Sydney, summer was just around the corner and the driveway was full of flowers and other plants. Today was Sunday, one of the few days he had to himself and his friends. During the week, he worked from early morning until late at night, as befits the future CEO of a multi-million dollar empire. Before he had even rung the bell, the door opened and a woman with shoulder-length brown hair pulled him into her arms. "Robert, how nice of you to come. We haven't seen each other in at least two months."

He laughed a little and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "I've had a lot on my mind, I'm sorry, Rebecca." Robert had known her since they were children. They had gone to kindergarten together and Rebecca was two years younger than him. All the friendships of his childhood, youth and university days had not lasted because many people thought he was arrogant, but Rebecca had always been there for him. As a child, as a teenager, as a student, at his wedding... and also at his divorce three years ago.

"How is your father, Robbie?" she wanted to know. Suddenly the smile on his face faded. "It doesn't look so good. He'll probably have to go back into hospital next month for a surgery." Rebecca looked at him compassionately and nodded silently as she took his jacket. "I'm so sorry."

I'm glad I can at least visit you," he quickly changed the subject.

"I'm glad too, Robbie," she said with a bright smile again.

"YN is also here, I hope you don't mind."

"No Becca, that‘s cool," Robert said, following her into the living room.

YN was Rebecca's younger sister and Robert quite liked her. She was one of those people who believed in destiny, the supernatural, spiritual things and tarot cards, which Robert didn't think much of. But she had always been very warm and kind to him and Robert was sure that there wasn't a single bad bone in this woman's body. She was just the way she was. As far as Robert knew, she worked full time in a perfumery and in her free time as an artist, but she remained rather unsuccessful. Her face immediately lit up when she saw him and gave him a friendly wave. She was wearing a pink dress, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, gold earrings and red lipstick. She was really pretty.

"Robert, how nice to see you! I brought some cupcakes, would you like one? They're homemade." She held out a bowl of pink muffins with strawberries and sprinkles to him. Robert gratefully took one and sat down on the couch next to the two women.

"It‘s really good," Robert praised YN's baking skills after taking a bite.

"Thank you, Robert. I baked them at 3 o'clock in the night because I couldn't sleep... It was another full moon. And my moon calender says that I should concentrate more on housework now, especially cooking and baking“.

He tried to hide his surprised expression and took another bite. Rebecca didn't seem confused by the explanation, she knew her sister well enough. Finally, YN slowly bent down towards them. "And do you know what my horoscope said?" Robert and Rebecca shook their heads.

"That I'm going to have my breakthrough this month," she finally said excitedly.

"You mean with your art?" Rebecca wanted to know.

"Yes! I'm going to have a huge success. But I don't know what motif to choose." YN picked at her dress thoughtfully. "A portrait or a landscape... I'm not sure. I need a subject to practise on first. Just to get back into it. I haven't painted for months.

"You've painted me so many times," Rebecca said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "How about you painting Robert?"

YN's face lit up at the words. "That's a wonderful idea! Robert, you have such a beautiful face... Like an angel!"

Robert almost choked on his cupcake. "Please what?"

"Oh come on Robbie, she just wants to practise," Rebecca interjected.

Sighing, he looked into YN's bright eyes and shrugged. "Yes, why not..."

YN cheered immediately and hugged Robert happily. "But I can't sit still for like eight hours," Robert replied quickly.

"You don't have to do that," YN said. "You can come with me to my studio, I'll draw the outlines and a sketch, then I'll take a photo of you to paint the details later. If you like and have the time, we can start right away. It would mean so much to me, Robert, really!" He smiled and nodded again. He just couldn't look away from YN's eyes.

***

"Nice studio," Robert said, breaking the awkward silence. He looked around curiously. YN's studio was a bright room with large windows letting in the daylight. There were easels full of canvases and tubes of paint everywhere and the smell of fresh paint was in the air.

"Robert, I told you not to move," laughed YN, who sat behind a canvas. The two had left for YN's that afternoon. Now the sun was already setting outside and Robert felt as if he had been sitting on the floor in front of her for ages.

"I'll be done with the outlines in a minute."

"Good, because my butt is already hurting," Robert grumbled.

A short moment later, YN put the brush down, clapped her hands and grabbed a camera lying on a chair next to her. "Well, I'm done for today. Let's take the photo quickly."

Robert moved back into position and looked a little tiredly at the camera. A few seconds after YN had taken the picture, he collapsed. "My God, this is more exhausting than I thought."

YN laughed. "I believe you. I've been a model too."

"Can I have a look?" Robert asked curiously, sitting up with a groan.

"Sure, come here." YN turned the canvas a little.

"Oh, this is definitely... Art." If Robert was honest, he couldn't really make out much on the canvas. It looked more like a wild doodle of a man who, with a lot of imagination, could look like him. And for this he had been sitting in an uncomfortable position on the cold floor for almost two hours?

"I'll start working on the details tomorrow. I'll let you know when it's ready."

Robert forced a friendly smile, YN pulled him into a tight hug to say goodbye and he left the house, a little disappointed.

Days and weeks passed without Robert hearing a word from YN. He didn't know how far she'd got with the painting, or if she'd even thrown it away. But then, one Saturday evening, she finally called him to say that she had finished the painting and that he could come and see it tomorrow. Of course Robert couldn't resist the opportunity, as he was actually quite curious to see how the painting would look now, although he had little hope that it would be any better than the last time.

He finally arrived at YN's door at 10am the next morning. She immediately greeted him friendly and offered him a cup of tea, which Robert gratefully accepted.

"Nice of you to come," she said and excitedly pulled him by the sleeve into her studio. "Close your eyes."

Robert did as she asked, although he was a little confused by her instructions. YN carefully led him to the easel in the middle of the room.

"And open your eyes."

Robert looked curiously at the painting in front of him, but then his jaw dropped and he couldn't get a word out.

"I've thrown away the old painting and made a new one. Isn't it gorgeous?"

He couldn't believe his eyes. The painting was insanely beautiful. It must have taken an eternity to work out all the details. He'd never seen so much care in YN's work, who usually painted in a rather chaotic way. Every single strand of Robert's dark hair was painted perfectly and precisely, and you could almost count every single eyelash. But most striking of all were the eyes, which stood out almost ghostly from the rest of the rather dark picture.

"It's so beautiful," he marvelled, running his finger carefully over the dry canvas. "But why am I wearing a sheer white shirt? I wore a normal black shirt that day. And my eyes look almost inhuman."

"Artistic freedom," YN quickly replied. "I wanted you to look a bit ethereal in the painting."

Robert nodded slowly with a raised eyebrow, then smiled again. "It‘s still so beautiful."

"You can have it if you want," YN offered.

He shook his head immediately. "No, no, keep it. It must have been so time-consuming that I don't want to take it away from you. I'm sure it's better off in your studio than in my house. But... promise me you won't sell it, okay?"

She nodded quickly and looked Robert straight in the eye. "No, I won't. I've made another artwork that I'm going to submit to the art competition."

Robert looked at her, confused. "To what?"

"Oh, I haven't told you yet. The art museum is running a competition this month. If I win, my painting will be on display there, isn't that great? Mrs Buchanan from the museum is coming to see the painting tomorrow. She's a good friend of my aunt's."

"That's great. Then I'll be rooting for you to win!"

Eventhough Robert had recently doubted YN's talent, he'd wished her all the best, especially now that he'd seen the beautiful portrait.

"And here it is," she joyfully pulled a cloth from a easel beside her.

"Oh, um... what is it exactly?" Robert asked, a little embarrassed as he couldn't make out more than a few patches of dark green on a grey background.

"The painting is called 'The Fog Forest'. The theme of the competition is 'Between reality and fiction: a journey into imagination'," explained YN. "The green stands for the trees of the forest and the grey is the fog and shadows, where you can easily get lost and dream.

"Oh, um, very nice." Robert forced a smile. "I'm sure Mrs Buchanan will recognise it immediately, also the deeper meaning, unlike me. You know I don't know much about art."

"I know that, Robert. But it's so kind of you to support me," she said softly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now, I have another appointment. Busy schedule as a future CEO... you know," he replied quickly, then looked at her pretty face and felt his heart beating in his chest.

***

"Becc, when I tell you! I've never seen such a beautiful painting." It was just after half past seven the next evening and Robert was glad to be off work. He stood in his kitchen, his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear as he chopped vegetables into small cubes.

"Are you sure, Robert? I've known YN long enough and she's never painted anything else than a few dots and lines," Rebecca's voice came over the loudspeaker. Robert thoughtfully placed the pieces of vegetable in a pot.

"I've seen it with my own eyes. Maybe she was possessed by the ghost of Leonardo Davinci that night or something." At this moment Robert's doorbell rang. "I have to hang up, Becc, I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow again." Confused, Robert wiped his hands on a towel and hurried to the front door. Who the hell was that? As he opened the front door, he saw a familiar face but also an unfamiliar one. In front of him stood YN, as always in one of her summer dresses and her big earrings, and next to her a tall, slim older lady with a tight bun and a blazer, looking at him curiously.

"Hey YN... what are you doing here? And who are you?" Robert wanted to know, frowning in confusion.

"Oh, it's him! I recognise him," the unknown lady said excitedly as she looked at him more closely.

YN tapped nervously with one foot and took a deep breath. "Robert, this is Mrs Buchanan from the art museum, she wants to have you."

"Wait, what? She wants to have me?" Robert laughed confused.

"Not you. The painting of you." The lady quickly clarified. "It's really gorgeous. What a work of art. It perfectly reflects our theme for this month. Between reality and fiction... Almost like a modern version of the Dorian Gray's portrait," she enthused.

Robert's jaw dropped and he looked at YN, stunned. "But... but you submitted a completely different painting to the competition. The one with the forest."

"Oh, please, sir, you couldn't even see any trees, forest or anything in the picture," she replied sharply, and Robert didn't miss YN's sad face. "I saw this masterpiece in the corner of her studio and asked her if she wanted to submit this instead of that… Fog-Forest... thing."

"This is not possible, I‘m sorry," Robert replied firmly.

"Why not?" Mrs Buchanan asked.

"I am a serious businessman, madam, about to take over a company worth millions. What would my employees and clients think of me if they saw the painting of me as an…an…ethereal creature? I have to maintain a certain respectability." Robert bit his lower lip as soon as he said these words. He realised that this was YN's last chance and that she might have to give up her dream of becoming a painter.

"It's okay, Robert“, YN said quietly. "I understand." Forcing a smile, she turned around together with Mrs Buchanan.

For Robert, the world seemed to stand still at that moment. He didn't want YN's dream to be shattered like his own. He had always aspired to become a professional musician and study music, but his father had always stopped him because he wanted him to take over the company one day. Even though Robert didn't even think he was the right person for this huge job.

"Wait, YN." The echo of his voice sounded down the driveway, the two women, who were about to get back into the car, immediately turned around.

"Let‘s do this, YN."

****

"A glass of champagne, sir?" asked an elegantly dressed lady next to him, balancing a small tray in front of her.

"No, thank you, madam. I don't drink alcohol at the moment," Robert declined her offer in a friendly voice.

"And for our winner? On the house, of course," she asked YN, who was standing next to him. She gratefully accepted a glass. The exhibition was in full swing. Many different artists were exhibiting that day, but no artwork attracted as many glances as YN's. Rebecca joined them and patted her sister on the shoulder. "I looked at it again, it really is amazing. How did you do it?"

"I don't even know it myself. It's as if my hands painted it themselves," YN replied, taking a sip from her glass.

"That supports Robert's Davinci theory," Rebecca chuckled.

YN looked at her, confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Rebecca replied quickly, pointing to the glass in her sister's hand. "Hey, where did you get the champagne?" she wanted to know.

"From that lady over there," YN replied with a grin and immediately Rebecca was gone in the crowd.

"I'm so sorry," Robert said quietly. "For what?" she wanted to know in surprise.

"For underestimating you... You and your art... You‘re such a wonderful, strong and unique woman."

YN bit her lip and Robert felt that she was about to cry. "Thank you, Robert." They remained silent as they watched the visitors pass by the artworks.

"So my horoscope was right after all," YN told Robert. "I really had my breakthrough. Do you believe in them now?" she wanted to know.

"Maybe," Robert replied thoughtfully.

"Do you know what else he said besides success?", she asked him.

Robert shook his head and smiled curiously.

"That I will also find love this month," she said quietly, putting her glass down on a small table beside her. "Maybe it was the love I felt for you when I painted that picture that made it so beautiful. Maybe that was the reason for all the success.“

Robert looked into her eyes and gently stroked her soft hair. Finally, he slowly pulled her into his arms and their lips touched immediately.

- 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

[kingsnake101]

For the WIP game, Goth Four has me intrigued :))

SO this one begins with Time, Sky, Legend, and Wind getting captured by dark link. This is another one that I think can mostly speak for itself, so I'm gonna put what I have under the cut. Also I've never played any of Legend's games so I kinda just made up a magic item :/ sorry diehard legend fans

“Maybe if you pace long enough, it'll wear a hole through the floor and we can escape,” Wind commented, receiving a sharp glare from Legend.

Wind was leaning against Sky, who fiddled with his tunic anxiously. Time sat cross-legged on the other side of the cell, face creased in thought. Legend, meanwhile, resumed his pacing.

The walls were dark and cold, the smell of old stone bricks and dark magic permeated the space. It was humiliating, really, that they were captured so easily. It looked like any other shadow portal, why would he have assumed it would teleport them to some creepy dungeon?

Wind looked like he was about to say something, but was interrupted by a cool wind breezing through the cell.

“The hell…” Legend thought to himself, stopping to stare at the small magical tornado that had begun to form on the other side of the bars. It reeked of dark magic.

That seemed to snap Time out of his trance, the older hero rising to his feet and glaring at the disturbance. Legend shivered. He had seen a lot of things in his time, but damn if that wasn't a terrifying look.

The wind picked up, yanking his hair as it swirled around the small room. If Legend squinted, he thought he could see a small figure within the whirlwind.

Shiny black boots emerged from the storm, steps tapping gracefully on the stone floor. A silhouette appeared, form whipping around with the wind. Finally, the figure stepped forwards, backlit by the only light in the room, a single candle behind them. They looked… oddly familiar.

And then, with a snap of their fingers, the wind halted and torches flared to life. There, finally illuminated, stood a goth copy of their smith. His skin was an ashy gray, red eyes framed by dark purple hair. His tunic was similar to Four’s, if Four had an emo phase and dyed everything black. Dark, glittery eyeshadow shone on his face, pairing nicely with lipstick so black it seemed to absorb light. He stood in a dramatic pose with his back straight, not a single hair or thread out of place. A sly grin pulled at his face.

“Greetings, heroes,” dark-Four sneered, leaning forward into a mocking bow. “It’s a pleasure,” he purred, a black forked tongue flicking past sharp teeth as he spoke.

“What do you want with us?” Legend spat, sneering as he stepped up to the bars.

“Well, it wouldn't be any fun if I just told you, now would it?” Dark-Four grinned, a black claw tapping at his chin thoughtfully. A silver ring was wrapped around his finger, a delicate chain connecting it to a matching wristband. Legend swore that it wasn't there earlier. “No, I think I'll leave you guessing. I'm just here to have some fun before Dark Link rips you to shreds,” the grin widened, all the more sinister. Legend swore he could feel Time’s protective, angry aura increase. He didn't miss how the dark refused to look at their oldest member.

Legend heard shuffling behind him, and looked over to see Sky walking up to the bars. A tremor ran down Legend's spine. The skylian’s gentle features contorted into something sharp, something dangerous.

“I suppose they call him ‘godkiller’ for a reason,” Legend assumed, almost feeling guilty for the dark on the other end of that glare. Almost.

A flicker of fear and uncertainty flashed across Dark-Four’s face, before he steeled it back into a lopsided grin. Before Sky could open his mouth to speak, the dark cut him off.

“Don't worry, the prick upstairs specifically told me not to lay a finger on you,” The dark clarified, rolling his eyes. “What he didn't mention, however, were your things.”

Legend's scowl deepened. If that asshole even thought about touching his stuff he would-

Legend's worst fears were confirmed when his own pack rose up through a puddle of dark magic on the floor. The shadow saw his reaction and grinned.

“Ooh, sorry, does this bother you, Pinky?” He mocked, carefully flipping open Legend's bag and peered inside.

“I swear to Hylia, if you even think-” Legend's rant was cut off by some sort of dark magic gag slapping onto his face. He growled in frustration, which only seemed to make the dark smile more.

“If any more of you have any words to say on the subject, I have plenty more,” he warned, dark magic swirling around his fingertips. 

Wind, unfortunately, seemed to take this as a challenge rather than a threat. “You bet I do, you slimy bottom feeder son of a-” Wind half grinned, half sneered, before a similar gag slapped onto his face.

“Anyhow, let's see what the so-called ‘Hero of Legend’ has in here~” the dark drawled, rooting through Legend's bag. Legend cursed at him through the gag. He ignored him.

The dark pulled out a familiar wooden box, shaking it slightly to hear metal bouncing against itself. The box was opened, and his eyes widened in glee. Legend cursed his luck. Out of all the things he could have grabbed, why did it have to be the box full of magic rings?

The dark began carefully picking through the rings, lifting a few up for inspection. He lifted up a particularly gaudy one, before looking Legend in the eye and grinning. Legend recognized that ring. It was one he rarely used, due to its headache-causing abilities and moral implications.

“I must say that I am impressed, Hero of Legend,” the dark smirked at him, holding the ring of mind reading in one hand and the box of rings in the other. “I really thought the most experienced savior of Hyrule would have better fashion taste.”

And if that didn't catch legend off guard.

“These are hideous! Why would you ever carry these around! Half of these clash, and the other half are eyesores,” he scoffed, holding the ring of mind reading like it personally offended him.

“Wait, can he not sense the magic? How?” Legend gawked internally, although he kept his face a mask of anger.

“Here, you can have this one. My eyes can only take so much,” he complained, dramatically shielding his eyes before flicking the ring into the cell. Legend practically dove to catch it. How a reflection of Four could be so stupid, he had no idea. Legend slipped it on.

A swarm of thoughts rushed over him, and Legend internally grimaced. Wind was still spewing some awfully creative insults, Sky was angry and worried, and somehow, the old man was just as unreadable as before.

Legend took a deep breath, focusing on the individual in front of him. He leaned away from the angry thoughts of his comrades and towards the smug cadence of Four’s doppelganger.

“Poor fools. They'll never find the exit, I can barely find it even though I know that it's behind a false wall at the end of the hallway. And even then, they'll never get past the guards watching their stuff. Sure, they tend to fall asleep after dinner at around 8 o’ clock, but the heroes don't know that. They also have no idea that Dark Link and I are constantly doing patrols, except for tonight because Dark is going to look for the other heroes and I'm leaving so I can have a spa day. I bet they don't even know that my Link likes to secretly sew lockpicks into his friend’s clothes. Fools. They'll never escape. Muahahahahahahahaha-”

Legend discreetly slid the ring off his finger. He was already getting a headache, and the maniacal laughter was like a stake being driven into his skull. Besides, he has already gotten plenty of information.

“Well, it seems our time must come to an end. It was an honor to meet you, truly. Hopefully I get to see you again before Dark rips you apart,” he sneered, bowing again. “I bid you adieu,” with one last dramatic twirl, he sunk into the shadows once more.

As soon as the shadow was gone, Legend turned his attention to Wind. “What? What's that look for?” Wind questioned, scooching away from Legend. It seems the gag had disappeared when the shadow did.

“Give me your tunic,” Legend demanded, holding out his hand.

Wind curled back, clutching his hand protectively to his chest. “No way! Ayrll gave this to me!” Wind huffed, scooting back.

Sky leaned forward, trying to seperate the two heroes somewhat. “Do you want mine?” he offered.

Legend nodded, scooting over to Sky. He ran his fingers along the hem, looking for anything that seemed out of place. Sky eyed him with confusion, but didn't comment. He found what he was looking for in the seam, right before the hem of the shirt. It seemed like a small piece of fabric had been added, with a wide stitch that could easily tear away with the help of the lockpicks inside. Legend made quick work of it.

“Wait, what? How did you know that was there?” Wind questioned, leaning forward. Sky picked at his tunic with confusion.

Legend stood up, wincing when his joints protested. He brushed himself off before making his way to the cell door. “I remembered that the smithy likes to hide lockpicks in our clothes,” Legend explained as he fiddled with the lock. He decided not to mention the whole mind-reading thing. Maybe another day. The door swung open with a soft click.

[bluewhitehues]

Hug | Kim Mingyu

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Part 6

It's finally the day. You're going to meet mingyu for the meal you planned.

You had asked chan earlier about places where you can take mingyu to, because obviously he's an idol and they don't have much privacy, and ofcourse he can't be seen outside with a girl . With chan also you guys have specific places to go to where you know it's safe and no one would trouble you. So you've found a place and you guys had decided on the timings and all.

The thing is you keep telling yourself this is not a date, so you have been very confused about what kind of outfit you should wear. If you wear a pretty dress it'll look like a date but you also want to look pretty. You're in a huge dilemma.

Atlast you ended up wearing a balloon sleeved knee length white dress with dangling silver/diamond earrings,silver pendant,bracelet, a red shade of lipstick and your usual light make up routine and also a very very pretty hairstyle. And you hope this is not too much for your so called non-date meal.

Mingyu has been waiting for this day for a whole week and he just can't wait to see you.

He's wearing a black tshirt, a black blazer over it and black trousers, also a thick silver neck chain.

This time he's the one who's early. And the moment you enter the restaurant and spot him, your eyes lock..he stands up from where he's sitting, he feels a little lost now, eyes blown wide,mouth agape,he looks mesmerized, his ability to speak may not work for a few minutes he thinks...

You're no different coz fuck he looks so good.. so handsome. You were frozen for a few seconds before you walk towards him.

You are suddenly so shy, "um.. hii Mingyu-"

He comes back to the present, shaking his head a little

"Y/n...hey..you look ..you look gorgeous. " He says giving you a smile.

You blush looking anywhere but at him. "Thank you." He comes around to pull out your chair for you to sit.

Then you look back at him returning his smile, saying,"you look amazing as well."

He places his hand at his chest and bows a little saying "thank you."  You laugh at his dramatics.

When you both are seated, you ask him ," how have you been?"

And he says, "good just been working with the boys it's good, how about you?"

"I've been good too..tired but good." You smile at him.

You guys order food and eat while talking, laughing in between. And then when you say you're full. He looks at you like 'you're kidding me right' cause lol you eat so little, your appetite is like that so it's normal for you to get a reaction like that from everyone. Then you tell him that you can eat only that much and he looks real concerned. He asks is it because you're on a diet or something, you assure him saying you've never done that, you didn't need to do that.

"Oh god that's why you're so small, you should eat more y/n ..like you gotta eat." He puts meat on your plate,eyes concerned, eyebrows little furrowed. "Atleast whenever I'm with you, you gotta eat"

You eat a little more because he scolds you when you refuse ...then you tell him you really can't so he stops.

You talk a lot. It has been so good so far, and he doesn't want to go home, he doesn't want to let you go, he doesn't want this day to end.

He gets lost a little whenever you smile, his heart skips beats whenever you giggle or laugh at his silly jokes, you crack jokes and tease him as well, it's like you two are in your own bubble detached from the world. How would he let you go when it's this perfect?! He prays again at that moment, he wants to be with you as long as possible, he wants to be with you so bad.

For you, it's not this common to go out and have dinner with someone and be this free and comfortable. It's new, it's very very new for you.

You realise it's him, it's because of him. He has such a nice personality, such pure vibes that you can't help it, your true self just comes out, he makes you that comfortable for you to be yourself.

"Give me your phone!." He says while talking

"Uh..My phone? Why? " You ask confused.

"Just giveeee...don't worry I'll just use the camera".He says extending his hand towards you.

You're confused but you place your phone in his hand saying a 'ok'.

Then suddenly he's holding it towards you as if clicking your photos.

" What are you doing are you clicking my pictures?" You ask him eyes little wide

"Yes can I please? I'll tell you later why" he says.

"Oh my god why is there anything on my face?" You ask horrified checking if you have food on your face.

"Nothing other than beauty and cuteness." Ofcourse he takes the chance right away flirting with you.

You blush at that ..looking at your side

"Ah now I can see blush as well" he says sheepishly

"Just shut up" you say still not knowing what to do, he instructs you some poses and clicks your pictures.Then handing your phone back to you with a satisfied smile.

You look at the photos.." wowww these are real good..omg " you're in awe looking at your own photos with big toothy grin.

He smiles at you saying, " I know right it'd have been such a shame if we didn't capture you in photos today.. you look so good."

You don't think you're gonna stop blushing anytime soon.

"Give your phone I want to click yours as well" you say to him with a big smile.

He smiles back at you (that damn beautiful smile ) giving you his phone instantly.

You click his photos, instructing him the poses.

That brat adds his own as well, looking straight at the camera as if he's looking at your eyes giving you that damn flirty smile..you try to ignore it as much as you can. You give his phone back when you're done.

"Woah you click pictures so well I'm going to post these" he says looking at his phone smiling

"Reallyyy,wow.. thank you...I'll like your post then"

"Wait you follow me?"

"Ofcourse I do, I follow every one of you I know we didn't talk much before but hey I've known you guys since two years"

"Well that's good, I should've asked for your id then"

"What's the use my account is private and also you can't follow me"

"Do you think we don't have another private accounts"

"Omg you do?"

"Hell yeah" he chuckles.

He asks for your id and sends you a request anddd you follow him back. Then you teasingly say,with a mischievous smile,"omg I'm on Kim Mingyu's private account"

He chuckles ," come onnn "

you giggle at that.

He wants to say something he hesitates a little, "um can we- can we take a picture together ...I want to remember this moment plus we both look so good so it's only fair." He says biting on his lip, eyebrows raised in question. And how can you say no to him, you're blushing but you nod at him muttering a little "ok "

And then you both stand up he motions you to stand beside him and he's trying to click a selfie when you burst out laughing he's confused but looking at you laughing like that he can't help but laugh a little ,"whyyyy what happened why are you laughing?"

"Oh my god I look so small infront of you it's ridiculous..it's so funny " you whine.

"Well it's adorable " he says looking at you like you hung stars in his sky, with a dreamy smile on his face.He takes this moment to click a few selfies it's more natural this way anyway, you're both laughing.

You can't stop laughing so he nudges you with his shoulder,"heyyy stop come on look here" then you stop trying not to laugh..you smile at the camera, your cheeks flushed from all the laughing and the blush..because you're standing so close to him and it's just - it's just you don't know what exactly you're feeling but you like it ...you're happy.

And Mingyu..he feels like he's never been happier, your laugh,giggles, smiles just tugs at his heart strings bringing him these fluttering feelings. He really wants you in his life.

Then when it's time for paying the bill he's not letting you do it, you keep telling him that it's your treat. Then he says, "ok if you pay now,next time you've to come with me somewhere then we need to make a plan" you don't know what to say to that, are you going to keep going back and forth like this? You decide to agree to him and tell him "we aren't going to plan it now tho,we will see later about that."

"Well if you refuse later, I'll keep bugging you so you better not do it"

"Ok now let's go?" You ask looking at him and pointing at the exist.

"Uh- yeah.. let's go I'll drop you home and don't even attempt to refuse" he says pointing a finger at you.

"I wasn't going to anyway" you shrug with a teasing grin and playful eyes.

He scoffs and then laughs," yeah good you learnt it finally"

"Well what can I say, you're a better company than going alone"

"Geez look at you, already obsessed with me,you want to spend more time with me " he says tsk-ing, playfully raising his eyebrows at you,giving you a playful look.

"I could say the same" you shoot back with raised brows.

"Yeah and I'll agree to it" he says shrugging..

"You're shameless... " You laugh at him.

"Nah miss that's called being really honest."

Your flirting, bickering whatever it is keeps going while you walk and he opens the car door for you,then he stops the car at an icecream shop and brings out ice-creams for both of you.

"Here..we didn't eat the dessert." He says handing you the icecream.

"Wow and you brought my favourite flavour thank youuu" you say looking at him with a big grin.

"Oh so it is your favourite.. I just guessed because you ate it that day ..but I'm glad..eat well" he says smiling at you.

He drops you off after that. And says bye looking at you till you go inside,you also turn back and wave at him he waves back.

You're feeling so giddy, it doesn't go away even when you're going to bed. You keep going back to all the moments with him today. And as if to make it worse, you get a notification on your phone.

'gyu_kim mentioned you in their story '

Your eyes blow wide and you try not to be so eager and wait before opening the story, but it lasts two minutes and you're opening it to see, he posted your selfie on his close friends story with a caption, 'I had so much fun🖤'

And you're smashing your face in your pillow cause your face can't stop that huge toothy grin from cheek to cheek,wtf is that human doing to you.

You reply him with 'aww me toooo🥺🥰'

You know you've started to like Kim Mingyu, he has caught you in the web of  his charms, that smile,that sincerity behind his every action,just everything. But you can't tell him any of that not until you're completely sure, you don't want to play with his feelings because you've already made your intentions clear at the blind date only.

Mingyu's prayers are working may be ..cause it seems the day he wants will come sooner than expected.

Part 7

A/n: Heyy sorry for the late update but hope you guys enjoy this one.💗

[avatar-anna]

hiii, im from brazilll

you can write something like swiftie!yn going to the first show of the eras tour with harry and he is all in love looking at her all emotional and have fun

"If I don't have red lipstick all over me by the end of the night, I'll be very surprised," Harry mused, trailing behind you as you pulled him along.

You turned back to look at him, sparkly red cowboy hat catching the light. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what I expect," he clarified. "You get rather affectionate when you're in a particularly good mood."

"I've never heard you complain about that," you said, letting Harry drape an arm around your shoulders so you could walk together.

"And I never will. Why do you think I work so hard to make you happy?"

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.

"I love you too," you said, then turned around, letting Harry's arm pull you close to his chest and keep you nice and snug there for the next couple songs.

[vee-crytraps]

Kiss Me More | Ch 1 | {Groan}

SUMMARY: It’s been twelve long years since you were the sad little girl tugging on the tails of your adoptive father’s coat.

Your brothers take notice. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

And yeah, i wanna spend the night with you Yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? Because i've never really known But i pinky promise you i'm grown And i wanna know what it feels like

You’re deep in your head as you lean forward in your vanity’s mirror, lightly dabbing away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth with your middle finger. You don’t notice the creak of your door as it opens, and the protest of the frame as one of your many adopted siblings leans against it.

You don’t see the range of emotions he cycles through- some visible on his face, and others happening only in his head, behind those stormy green eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t think so.” Jason scoffs to himself after a minute, startling you. The tension drains from your shoulders as you turn around to see him standing there, all geared up in his Red Hood uniform sans the armor and that goofy fucking helmet of his. Your surprise has less to do with the atrophied instincts you’ve barely managed to keep from your two weeks as Robin back in the day, and more to do with the strangeness of Jason serving you his best impression of Dick’s Blue Steel, A.K.A, his ’Concerned Big Brother’ face. Something your oldest brother pulled so often, he could have it patented. It looks totally ridiculous on Jason, a dude you legitimately haven’t seen out of his uniform since he was welcomed back into the family. You think to yourself that he must be doing his rounds, doing his best to repair the dynamics that were lost when he died, and soured when the pit left him more than a little trigger happy.

Still, you remind yourself of Dick’s advice, to reward vulnerability and welcome these moments. Jason was supposedly quite fragile beyond his hulking form.

You sighed. “What can I do for you?”

There was some lingering awkwardness around the fact that he’d briefly dedicated his life to ending your dads, but if Bruce could trust him enough to welcome him anywhere near the Batcave, you supposed you could, too. He was trying his best, after all. You just wish he’d take it elsewhere, for once.

Still, you’ll play along.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dressed like that, was the implication that hung in the air. You’re smart enough to fill in the blank. He’s smart enough to let you.

“Out.” You turn around, unable to help but be a little bit guarded about this particular line of questioning.

God, on all the nights…

Turning your back to him, you casually resume your preening. He doesn’t at all remember you being this stubborn, but he’d died and come back to find you a whole lot older than he remembered.

“Out,” Jason repeated, exhaling heavily as he pushed off the doorframe. Jason was your age, once. He knew all about ‘out’. When he was in your shoes, going to Gotham Academy, making those fancy friends with more money than sense, ‘out’ meant joyriding around, bar hopping with fake ID’s and hooking up with fast, socialite girls wearing skirts not unlike the one you sported as you shifted in your plush vanity seat.

“What’s his name?”

“Are you still here?”

It slips out of you before you can remind yourself of Dick’s instruction to give Jason the room and encouragement he needed to be a part of your life again. As if he were a scared cat, and not a six-foot-something giant with the wrong kind of bodycount.

You try again, but it doesn’t come out any more cordial. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting that. He also wasn’t expecting you to look so…grown up. His gaze flickered over you, over the short skirt and lace trimmed cardigan you were wearing. Over the way you applied that mascara and eyeliner with practiced skill and patience.

You were beautiful. God damn it, Bruce.

Catching his gaze in the mirror, you falter. His unreadable stare pulls the plug on your brat-ittude. A sigh escapes you.

“I’ll be careful, Jay. I promise.” You mumble, capping your eyeliner with finality as you give into this game of house he insisted on playing with you. When your eyes finally flicker up to meet his again, something in them seems…changed. The expression he wears is no longer unreadable. You recognize it, but can’t seem to place it. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you, but it’s been just as long since you were able to get a good look at him, too.

And then it’s there, again. The guilt and shame that coils within you as you notice the way his arms bulge under the brown leather of his jacket, the set of his strong jaw and the pout of his full bottom lip. You want to bash your head against your vanity. Tonight was supposed to be your night to get away from this feeling. To distract yourself with normal boys that weren't off limits. To cure yourself of the way you instantly became distracted whenever your brothers were near.

Adoptive brothers, you remind yourself inwardly. But you know that fact doesn’t make you feel any less fucking gross.

For as much as you appreciated some of the upsides of puberty hitting you like a train, there were some notable downsides, too. Inappropriate attraction to the other gorgeous men that live in this house aside, you’d found yourself concerned with things you had always prided yourself on being above. The way you gravitated towards more flattering clothes and cuter underwear, your proclivity for flavored lipgloss and this…overwhelming desire to feel attractive had you feeling so unlike yourself that it was hard to embrace the change, let alone enjoy it. Sometimes, the process of becoming a woman often felt like you were being beat with a pretty pink nightstick.

It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been quiet for a strange amount of time. And the knowledge that he has too makes you tense in places you didn’t know you could.

“Besides,” You continue, though too much time has passed to really consider it a continuation of your promise. “I’ve got backup.”

Swiveling around in your vanity’s chair, you don a self satisfied smirk as you slip the hem of your skirt up your thigh just a smidge, exposing the knife holstered to your thigh.

Jason’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. He wasn’t expecting that of all things. Not the sight of you, gorgeous and young and supposedly retired from this whole vigilante thing having a butterfly knife strapped to your leg. He wasn’t expecting the thrill he was getting just by looking at it, and how much he wanted to see it in use.

What is wrong with me?

He clears his throat to regain his composure.

“Where the hell did you get that?” He asks, his voice rougher than before.

“Where do you think?” You can’t help but laugh, tugging the hem of your skirt back down. Your sharp tongue gets him hot under his collar in a way he is beyond not proud of.

Still, he joins you, letting out a noise that is somewhere between a laugh and a snort. The moment brings about a sense of familiarity, the conversation finding a groove it hasn’t been able to since before he had died.

Clearing his throat again, he has to fight against the heat threatening to rise in his face- unable to do much about the blood rushing south. “Look. I know it’s not my place, just…I’m concerned. About you going outside wearing…” The way he vaguely gestures to your outfit with his hands makes you forget he’s supposed to be some kind of sharpshooter.

“I’m…going on a date.” You finally answer, offering an olive branch. Maybe the truth really will set you free. From this cage of Wayne Manor, from the clear gloss, sensible shoes and frumpy skirts that were good for your optics, whatever the fuck that meant. Jason was in your shoes, once. Under the microscope of society, young and repping the name of an entire family on your back. You hope he can relate, and give you some grace. So you lay it on. Thick.

“Do you like it? It’s pretty much brand new. I never get to wear it, because there is no way dad would ever let me out dressed like this.”

Jason nods slowly.

He likes more than your outfit.

“You’re going on a date.” He turns it over in his mind. It seems his suspicions were correct. “And…Bruce doesn’t even know?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. As if you told him where you were sneaking off to when you were my age. And don’t you dare say it was different or whatever bullshit you’re about to-“

Jason crosses the room to your still seated form before you can finish, stepping into your personal space and placing a hand under your chin. He lifts it gently, and tries not to absolutely lose it at the way you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Where is he taking you?” Jason asks, his voice low and rough.

You do your best to beat back that feeling again. The warmth in your core is persistent, but you’ve had a few years of practice surpassing it. Digging your nails into your palm, you try not to observe how handsome he looks, even now, with that spark of disapproval in his gaze. Focusing hard, you manage not to bite your lip at his tone.

“Drive-in.” The truth slips from you quickly, and quieter than it would have several minutes ago, when you couldn’t smell his cologne. You lean into his touch imperceptibly. “And then there’s a party we might stop by.”

“Drive-in?” Jason repeats, his eyebrows arching. “Like, a literal movie drive-in? Do those places still actually exist?” His fingers tighten, his thumb rubbing against your chin- dangerously close to the fullness of your bottom lip. There’s no way you could miss the way his eyes devour your face. And drop to your lips.

“Uh-huh.” You confirm, dropping your chin ever so little, kissing his thumb. “They’re popular spots. Sitting in your car with your date. Alone, in the dark.”

“God, you’re killing me right now.” His heart pounds as your lips touch his thumb, but makes no move to pull it away. His fingers grip your chin a little tighter. His other hand comes to your neck, the pads of his fingers brushing over it gently. “You’re just begging to be kissed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” the word escapes you breathlessly. It’s so fucking embarrassing. You can’t help it. That you care so much about your hair, that your showers are extra long and that you’re so horny all the fucking time now because living in his house is like being in the Olympic village- constantly surrounded by beautifully sculpted people. It was beyond difficult, even if you were now counted among them.

Jason doesn’t care that your door is cracked open or if anyone could walk in and see you. He drops one hand off of your chin, and the one tracing your pulse trails back and up into your hair, forgetting himself as he fists the strands and tugs it back.

“God, look at you.”

It’s all he can manage before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. The discovery of your flavored lipgloss sets off a wave of possessiveness in him when he thinks that some other punk was planning to savor the taste. He wants it to be just for him.

You kiss him back before you can think about it. You’re touch starved and aching, barely thinking straight as he lifts you into his arms with his impossible strength and picks you up as if you weigh less than nothing. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. Breaking the kiss, your hands find his face, thumbs brushing over the scars on his cheek. “Forgot how strong you are, Jay.”

He lays you across the bed with one swift motion and kneels between your legs as his large hands roam your thighs. You know for a fact that your skin is soft and smooth. Your Everything Shower routine was of the gods.

“You’ve grown up, baby bat.”

His dark eyes bore into you, the old nickname rolling off of his tongue with ease. It no longer brings an irritated flush to your face the way it did when you were still playing with dolls. For a moment, he’s reminded of the fact that he was here to try and step into that role again. To be the brother that keeps you from making the sort of dumb mistakes he had been known for at your age, and not to touch you- but you’re so soft and so sweet. There’s no pity in your eyes, or fear of the monster he used to be. He can't decide if he wants to cherish you or ruin you, but he's greedy enough to try and get away with both.

Manicured fingers twitch to the front tie of your lace cardigan. The edge of the ribbon rests between your forefinger and thumb before you slowly pull, releasing the bow. You reveal your bare, ample chest to him as you agree breathlessly. “Yeah,”

Jason bites his lip at the sight of your chest. A deep sense of satisfaction fills him as you reveal yourself to him, and the hand on your thigh rises slowly, stopping at your hip. He lets out a soft groan as he promptly resumes to think with the wrong head.

Catching his gaze, you drag your nails down his chest, fingers stopping at his belt. Tilting your head, you don’t bother to look as you work on undoing the buckle and pull it free from the loops of his pants. “Jay,” You whisper.

“Don’t call me that.” His voice is low, his gaze still boring into yours. “It makes me…feel a certain type of way.” Tilting his head back a little, he lets out another soft grunt when he feels you working open the front of his pants. His eyes fall shut. He seems to be on the verge of something, no doubt attempting to convince himself to stop before the two of you do something you can’t take back.

“What if I want you to feel that way?” You ask, dipping your hand beneath the open waistband of his pants, your soft fingers brushing against his swelling cock.

“Jesus Christ.” Releasing a deep breath, he looks down at you. His hand travels up to your throat, fingers digging into your skin.

“Please.” You finally just beg him, your bare chest heaving as you attempt not to squirm with the anticipation. “Please, Jay. Please.” How long has it been, since you were touched? Yeah, you were gorgeous, and fairly popular at school, but being involved with the precious daughter of the ‘prince of Gotham’ was often too risky for a lot of the guys at school. With you, they couldn't get away with half of the things they could with some of the other girls you know. And then there’s Jason. Someone she’s known for a good chunk of her life. Someone she trusts, someone she’s mourned, and most importantly- someone who is not afraid of Bruce Wayne.

The dying embers of his resolve are snuffed out the minute you shift your hips, that too short skirt riding up and revealing your absolutely soaked panties. And fuck, has he even touched you yet?

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, sweetheart. I got you.” Jason leans over you, one hand supporting himself by your head as the other drags your underwear to the side. Two of his calloused fingers stroke your slippery folds, covering his hand in your warm slick before he fists his thick cock.

He brings the blunt head of him close to you, stroking your clit before it brushes against your core. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You gotta let me in.” He murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Hold onto me.”

You do. Your fingers dig into his strong shoulders as he finally manages to push into you with a long suffering groan. You’re no virgin, but you’re half his size, and so, he bets, was every other chump you had before him. And from the way your walls quiver and stretch around him? He also bets that list is pretty short.

“ ’S okay, princess,” He breathes, his pupils blown wide. It takes everything in him not to pin you down and absolutely destroy you, but he reminds himself that your desperation does’t equal experience. You can act as fast as you want, you still need time to adjust to him.

“Oooh, fuck.” Jason hisses, his nails digging into the sheets beside you as he somehow manages to bottom out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You can feel his shoulders tense under your palms, and your soft hands slip down his biceps until you’re holding his forearms. You’re so tight it’s criminal, and he can’t even focus as he begins to thrust into you.

His name sounds magical coming from your lips, and you look so gorgeous beneath him, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he fucks you hard and deep and bare. Your cunt is noisy and desperate, sucking him deep into your impossible warmth, covering every inch of him in your slick. His hand finds your throat again, and he can feel the way you squeeze around him in response. He groans complete delight. “You like that? Huh?”

Something akin to a yes escapes you as he begins to fuck you harder, the wood of the antique bed frame creaking in protest as your distant sort-of-stepbrother practically folds you in half, seemingly unable to get deep enough inside of you. Jason is a complete mess above you as you all but melt into your sheets, fingers tangled in the linens as each deep thrust forces a desperate whine from your parted lips.

“Such a perfect little cunt. So warm and fuckin’ wet-“ His free hand greedily palms at your tits as a string of other obscenities that make your clit throb begin to fall from his lips. He finds a spot deep within you that makes your toes curl and your walls tighten, and he grips your hips for leverage as he abuses it relentlessly. The difference between you is such that he barely has to shift his hand from your thigh to have his thumb roll over your clit shortly after you feel him spit on it, the oddity and the sudden stimulation forcing your back to arch.

There’s a part of him that hasn’t yet forgiven Bruce for leaving him to die, and that part greedily soaks up the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your tits bouncing as your back arches off of your bed. You may be barely an adult, but you’re still Bruce Wayne’s little girl, too precious for combat, but not too precious for Jason to spread you open on your pastel linens, under your daddy’s roof. You cream around his cock as your greedy walls threaten to milk him but he refuses to let up, determined to bully another orgasm out of you before he’s through.

“Tell me you want it,” Of course he knows you do. You’re the one who practically scrambled for his belt the minute he got you onto the bed, but it’s not enough to see it. He wants to hear you say it. To beg for him His voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” You manage, barely able to get the words out. “Want you, I want you-“ His nails bite into your thigh and you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

“Jason,” You look up at him through your lashes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners of your pretty eyes. He mumbles your name in return, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“Get off in me.”

“Fuck!” His orgasm hits him like a train almost instantly, and he grinds into you needily with a disbelieving groan, filling you up. Your eyes nearly roll back as you come undone around him, and you’re not even though your orgasm before he lets out a barely coherent whine that sounds like it could be ‘good girl’ or ‘dirty fucking tease’. Your mind is spinning too much to make sense of anything and you decide take your pick, leaning back into your nest of plush blankets and pillows.

“Shit,” You breathe, exhausted.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

Jason allows himself to roll off of you, the bed creaking with impact as he collapses beside you with an uneven exhale. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath, hearing the shifting of his tactical pants beside you as he tucks his cock away. He casts a sidelong glance at you, swallowing before he can think of something to say. “That…you were okay with that, right?”

It takes a good moment to register the words, and you blink your eyes open. Turning to your side, you meet his gaze. You’re both sweating, and you feel decidedly un-sexy with his cooling cum leaking out of you. “What…what are you asking me?” You frown.

Jason tilts his head towards you. “It’s just…you know. What I was like before you uh…grew up.” His thoughts trail off, and his face creases with a frown as he tries to get through the next few words. “I just. I want to make sure…” A deep breath. Another heartbeat. “I can be rough, is all.” His expression softens, and guilt begins to seep in. You may live under this roof, but you aren’t like him. Not really. You were the soft one. The normal one. And that makes him feel equal amounts of pride and shame when he thinks about what you two have just done.

“Hey,” You recognize that shame, and you decide to put a stop to it before he overflows with it. “I may not spend my nights being tossed around by thugs anymore, but Gotham is rough. Our life is rough.”

Reaching out, you rest a hand over his heart, feeling the heat of him through his shirt. “But…being here…like this- with you? Being roughed up doesn’t have to suck.” Sitting up, you offer him a smile. “In fact, it felt so good I came twice. So. You know.”

Your answer is honest, and he can’t help but chuckle as he moves to sit up with you. His hand moves to caress the side of your face. You lean into his hand, and his gaze softens.

“You’re so different than you used to be.” His words come out in a whisper, and his thumb traces your jawline. “I want to keep you safe from this. But…I like this side of you. I like what I can bring out of you.”

“It’s been a long time, Jay.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. "A really long time."

You open them when you feel the way his lips brush against your forehead. They linger there for a heartbeat.

The moment is cut shot when you can hear the pneumatic hiss of the downstairs grandfather clock as it swings open, no doubt your adoptive dad home from patrol. “Shit. Dad’s home,” You whisper, and Jason grumbles as he leans against the headboard to catch his breath, watching you sit up. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”

“Dude, I just let you unload in me. I am the mood. So like, zip it.” You huff, fixing your underwear. Jason, despite his casually annoyed exterior, is lighter on his feet than you’ve ever seen him as he moves to get off of your bed. He’s sneaking out of here like his life depends on it, but he has the feeling it actually might.

“See you at breakfast, Jay!” You call a little too loudly, snickering at the way he tenses up in fear. He makes sure to flip you off right before he disappears past the doorframe, and you walk over and shut it.

Looking over to your desk, you see the screen of your phone is lit up, flooded with half an hours worth of texts and missed calls.

Guess you missed your date.

I ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man And if anybody could, I'm sure you can For a girl this young, naive, and miserable

[zoeythegoodgirl]

First Time

You've just come home from a long day at the mall. Your arms are heavy from all the bags you carried inside. "Babe, it's like you're trying to replace my entire wardrobe," you call out to your girlfriend. She emerges from further inside the apartment, having set down her purse and a few bags in the bedroom. "A new wardrobe for a new girl," she replies, giggling as she kisses you on the cheek.

You only just came out to her the other day, and she took it upon herself to get you new shoes, dresses, and other feminine attire. "You're wearing this on our next date," she said when you tried on a particularly nice, flowing purple dress. You wonder when that could possibly be; this trip cost a fortune.

She helps you carry the rest of the bags into the bedroom. You can't help but think to yourself, "Where the hell are putting all of this?" But sure enough, space is found for everything until the last item needs to be put away. You notice that it's the purple dress from earlier. "Come on, babe," she says, holding it out to you. "Let's go on that date I promised you." In spite of your protests, she insists that the date happen. "Let me take care of the money. You deserve to have a wonderful time as a girl. I'm going to give it to you."

She helps you get the dress on, with matching shoes and accessories. She does your makeup and hair, something simple but elegant. You look in the mirror and almost cry. How could she do this so quickly, but so well? You almost don't recognize the reflection after decades of staring at a man's face in it. "Come. We're gonna have a great time."

You pause at the door of the apartment, nervous. "Babe," you say meekly, "I don't know if I'm ready for this yet." She steps back into the apartment and shuts the door behind her. Holding your face in her hands, she forces you to look her in the eye. "Hey," she says, "that's okay. We don't have to. We'll have a home date tonight, and we can try this another time. Here, let me order something and we can watch a movie."

You don't even notice what movie it is you're watching. You're overcome with warmth and love for your partner. What have you done to have someone love you unconditionally like this? You lean into her and cuddle up closer. By the time the movie is over, you're so relaxed that you almost fall asleep. Chuckling, your partner leads you back to the bedroom. "Babe, I've never seen you like this before. You looked so beautiful and calm, like a little angel."

You hope the makeup can hide your blushing, but it's obvious even in the low lighting. She giggles and kisses you on the cheek. You lay down, expecting her to lay next to you. You blush even harder when you feel her weight on top of you. She's straddling you, looking down on you with an odd look on her eye. It takes you a few seconds to figure out that it's lust, and you shiver in nervous excitement.

Her lips meet your neck, and your back arches involuntarily. A moan escapes your lips, and your fingers grasp at her hair. She's biting, sucking, and kissing at your neck, leaving little bruises on your skin. Suddenly, she sits up and holds herself up by her hands on your chest. Her lipstick is smudged and messy. "Wait," she says, "this is your first time as a girl, isn't it?" You nod your head, unable to speak.

Her lips come down to meet yours, pushing them open so her tongue can tangle itself with yours. You moan into her mouth, and you feel her hips bucking over yours. The straps of your dress slip down, and her mouth travels down to kiss your exposed chest. Hungrily, she bites at your chest. Your back arches even higher.

Somehow, you didn't notice that her dress is on the floor. She removes yours and tosses it to join hers. She presses her body into yours. The feel of her breasts on your chest makes you long for when you can have your own. Her hips are still rolling, and you feel a growing wet spot on your panties. Suddenly, she stops, making you whine from the lost friction.

"How should we do this?" Even when overcome with lust, she asks how it can be comfortable for you. You fall a little more in love with her and tell her you still want to be inside her. She pushes you down onto the bed and takes your panties off. She takes your balls into her mouth and strokes your hard cock, her desire for you taking over. Before too much longer, she's back on top of you, taking your cock inside her. It's never been so easy to slip inside.

She throws her arms around you, and her lips rush forward to meet yours again. Her hands in your hair undo the styling she worked so hard on earlier, but you don't even notice. All you can feel is her body on yours, and all you can hear is her moaning your name. Your chosen name.

Faster than you ever have before, you reach the edge of orgasm, and your cock throbs as you fall over. Your cum pours out of you and into her, more than you thought possible. You feel her clench around you, pulling your cum deeper inside. You fall limply against the mattress, and she presses her hands into your shoulders, squeezing them in a soft massage.

"You were such a good girl for me," she coos. She whispers your name, alternating that with parts of you she loves. She helps you into the bath, climbing in first so you can lay against her. When it's time for bed, you help her change the sheets and fall asleep snuggled up warmly against her, thinking of nothing but how quickly she accepted you and how loved she makes you feel.

The next night, you walk confidently out the door for your date.

[tillthelandslide]

Same For You (14) : Can't Get Enough

Series Masterlist

(13) Take Me Higher

A/n: a huge thank you to my love @achangeofheartx ilysm, thank you for reading this for me, i miss you. Heads up everyone, its a long one and im not entirely sure when the next part will be out so enjoy this for a while hehe. Love you all - Lou

The Uber drops her off at Matty's house 15 minutes later. She had texted him a few times and tried to call him but didn't get a reply. She thinks maybe he's fallen asleep but her worry had truly started to set in so she had to at least try to see if he was okay.  It was unlike Matty to leave through a session, sure they were nearly done but he was usually the last to leave and if he did he never left without saying goodbye and a hug or two. She politely knocks on the door twice, waiting for some kind of sound from inside. She can hear a low mumbling sound so she knocks again, hoping he’d be close enough to hear her now. The house falls silent for a few moments before she hears shuffling again. Her hand finds the door  and she knocks once more, deciding if he didn't answer this time she'd give in and head home. 

She hears someone swear inside and a few moments later someone is fumbling with the door handle. Inch by inch she sees him and her throat dries. Her eyes rake slowly down his form but to him it’s quicker than a blink of an eye, he still notices though, and if he was in his usual ‘Matty state of mind’: the Matty that fancies her like mad and whose heart would pick up with so much as a single look from her; he’d smirk.  He stands before her, his hair a mess on top of his head, trousers undone and hardly on, a clear sign he had just put them on. He is shirtless and he looks a mess. But not an 'im sick and you've just woke me up" kind of a look, but a "you've just caught me after I've been fucking" kind of look.

One tell-tell sign is the red lipstick stains covering his neck. She immediately takes a step back, distancing herself from him. Her chest constricts, her throat dries, she swallows but that doesn’t help, she looks him up and down again, attempting to see this from a new angle, one in which doesn’t make her feel this way. She hates this, she hates that she stands there with a mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water, she hates that it's him standing there, topless and looking like that. More than anything she hates how she finds herself feeling jealous, all whilst she can still feel the ghost of another man’s lips on her skin - on her lips. Her eyes fall to his lips and they move, he speaks. His voice is sudden and it has her stepping back more.

Walls back up but they’re weak but at least they’re there, whether they protect her at all is yet to be seen. She tries to push down the sicky feeling that makes its way into her stomach and the sudden nausea she feels is off putting. 

"Y/n…" his voice trails off and he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. She hears a noise coming from further in the house and her eyes flick towards it, hearing a woman speak before she sees her.  A high pitch and entirely fake "babe, come back to bed" before she sees a blond girl wearing his shirt and a pair of panties standing at the middle of his stairs. She steps back again, another step back, more distance, it doesn’t stop the pain in her chest and it definitely does not stop her feeling sick.

"Y/n wait!!!" He says, she turns and starts walking down the street. She doesn't look back but he follows. He watches her chest as she walks, rising and falling rapidly, he hates it. 

"Wait, I can explain!"  Matty shouts, despite jogging alongside her now. 

"Matty it's fine you don't have to explain… it's pretty obvious what's going on" she says her voice is slightly snappy and she scolds herself for sounding like that. He stops her with a hand to her shoulder.

"You can't seriously be annoyed?" He asks and she sighs. She closes her eyes for a second or two before they’re opening. Glazed and glistening orbs finding his. 

"I'm not annoyed Matty" she doesn’t sound like her and Matty really doesn’t like that. It feels odd, like he’s talking to a version of her that he doesn’t know, it feels formal and way too unfamiliar. 

"Tell that to your face" his eyes flick around her features, despising the way his heart picks up as he looks at her. 

“Go home Matty, you’ll freeze out here” she says, stepping back again until his hand falls from her shoulder.

“Y/n talk to me please”

"Sorry, George told us you weren't feeling well so I thought I'd come check on you but it's fine… I see you're preoccupied" her eyes flick back down the street to where his door can just about be seen. 

"You're so annoyed" he says with a smirk, taking a step back, running a hand through his hair cockily. He can’t deny that he enjoys the fact he’s gotten under her skin and how she's trying to hide it but failing miserably. 

"I was worried about you Matty! I thought you were sick! So I come to check on you only to find out you're not sick at all" she laughs "actually you're so ‘unsick’ that you're fucking some girl' she says, she looks away from him but he turns her face back to look at him. She cringes at how jealous she sounds. 

"Y/n you were with Ross…." He says and she freezes. Shit… he heard. She's silent.

"You were with Ross… you are with Ross" he raises his hands in the air before they fall to his sides. His chest matches hers now, rising and falling harshly but in tandem with one another. 

"Me and Ross… we're not… with each other" Matty rolls his eyes. He takes a step towards her and she takes one back, needing the distance. 

"But you want to be and so does he"

"Matty we can't… we work together" she lies again and she hates that she does. She hates that she can't seem to tell him the truth. 

"I wish you wouldn't lie to me… and stop! Stop saying that! Just be an adult and admit you want to be with him… it would save a lot of trouble"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, raising her voice slightly.

"It means… maybe if you'd grow up a little and admit you like him that it would save us all a lot of time" he says, venom laced in his words. Their age gap was something that both of them agreed was something trivial, a fact that didn't really matter. But now he's bringing it up and using it to spite her. And it's horrible.

"Fuck you Matty' she spits back, turning and walking away from him again. He catches her quickly, pushing against her until her back is against the wall of a building. One hand rests against the brick next to her hand whilst the other anchors her to him with a firm grip on her hip. She’s breathless.

"Tell me you don't want Ross… tell me and I'll go tell that girl to fuck off…" he says, his hand moves to her waist and it feels electric - it feels like fire and ice combined. It burns against her skin and she has to close her eyes to push the feeling away. She can’t keep them closed for too long though, not wanting to miss a single moment. 

"Matty…" she opens her eyes, she can feel him against her, really feel him. His chest against hers, soft but toned, so close that she can feel his erratic heartbeat against her chest. She can feel their breath combining, beginning to move in tandem, riding and falling together, against each other. 

"I know you feel something here" one gentle hand presses against her chest between them, right over her heart.

"Matty stop" she clamps her eyes shut again, making him disappear. But the feelings she's been trying so hard to push away don't disappear either. And she hates that. 

"Say it" he leans in closer, so much closer. She can feel his lips graze hers. She wants to move away from him, but that would make her seem bothered by his movements. 

“Tell me you don't want me too” she feels his words against her lips. It's a featherlight touch, a graze, a barely-there connection but she feels it in her soul. 

She breathes a heavy breath before her eyes flutter open, they cover his face, landing on his lips and one of her hands comes to rest against his cheek, soothing over the stubble covered skin. He watches as her eyes gloss over slightly, before she's whispering the two words that he has to pretend don't completely derail his world.

"I can't"

“Doesn’t mean you don’t want to” he says, begging her one last time, to change her mind, to tell him what he wants to hear, what he so desperately wants her to say.

“I can't” she repeats. 

"Exactly" he pulls away and starts walking back to his house again.

"Matty! Wait" she says, halting him, he turns again. She wants to say that she does want Ross but she wants him too. But she can't.

"Whether you admit it or not.. Ross likes you and you were with him. I heard you… so as long as you keep denying how you feel… I'm going to go back up to my house" he says, pointing behind him "and I'm going to be with someone who can actually admit they want me" he walks two steps before he turns again.

"And preferably someone who doesn't also like my best friend" he leaves her standing there breathless and speechless.

She walks home in an attempt to clear her head, but Matty's words keep ringing around her mind. It makes her heartbeat quicken and she finds herself walking twice as quickly. 

She showers - a long, hot shower and another attempt to rid the thoughts from her mind. It fails. She tries to sleep but she can't. She tosses and turns, getting more tired by the minute but still failing to sleep. She hates that he was right. She hates that once again he saw straight through her. She hates herself even more for the whole ordeal… for falling for someone so quickly and even more so for the feelings she bore towards Matty.

She almost wishes she never met them, it would make things easier, she wouldn't have come in and fucked up both their lives.

But selfishly (or not so, knowing they'd feel the same) she knows this, complicated and kind of fucked up situation is a thousand times better than not having them in her life.

She hates that she can’t stop thinking about his words, about that girl standing at the top of his stairs. She was nothing like that girl… is that why he picked her? To distract himself with something different, someone different. Someone who wasn't her. She feels her eyes flutter and she thinks she might, finally, fall asleep. But then her phone is blaring on her nightstand and she reaches far too quickly to retrieve it.

“Hi” she says sadly, knowing who was calling. 

“Hi…” he says, his voice is quiet and unsure.

“I was trying to sleep… trying so goddamn hard to not call you… but I made a promise” he explains and she sighs.

“Maybe you should've broken it” her voice sounds bitter and she hates it. She hates that she's mad at him, because she doesn't really have the right. She brought this all in herself.

“Y/n/n…” his voice trails off, she hears the flick of his lighter and the soft exhale. She imagines the smoke piling out between his lips and once again she has to close her eyes to get the image out of her mind.

She feels her breath quicken, her eyes water and her lip shakes.

“Matty” his name slips out, the word wavering. He immediately knows she's crying and his heart twists in chest, as if someone's thrust a hand through the skin, grabbed hold and squeezed with all their strength.

“Do you not understand how hard this is for me?” She asks, each word is so quiet he nearly misses them. 

Matty doesn't reply for a few moments, listening to the way she was breathing on the other side of the line. Bated and harsh, occasionally she'd inhale and it would be shaky. He made her cry. He swore he wouldn't do that again.

“It's hard for me too y/n/n…” she nods although she knows he can't see her. 

“Do you wish you never met me? It would be easier that way”

“No y/n. No. Never” he says.

“Why do you not hate me Matty?” her voice shakes and he hears the sob that tears through her at the end of her words.

“I could never hate you” 

“But why? I deserve it…” she wants to continue, to say, "I'm stringing you along, I'm falling for your best friend faster than I should be, I'm allowing myself to be with him but denying you and you should hate me for it” But she doesn't say that. 

“No matter what you did… no matter what you will do… I don't think I could ever hate you” 

“I don't think that's how it should be Matty” she rolls onto her back, looking up at the pictures hanging across her room. She both loves and hates how many there are of both men now. They’re there, always there, demanding that her heart belongs to them and she doesn’t have the power to say no, to either of them and that’s the problem. 

“Who says?” She shrugs. They're silent for a second before she lets her intrusive side ask the question that's been on her lips from the moment he called.

“How was she?” He chuckles and it makes her smile. Why was she smiling?

“She wasn't you” 

The date is perfect, exactly like a dream, every detail is etched in her brain and she's sure it will stay there forever, marked as the best date she had ever been on. 

He arrived with a huge bouquet of lilies and tulips, so big that she couldn't see his face when she opened the door. He lowered them slowly, making her giggle and reach for his collar, tugging him inside her flat. She felt freer this morning, hellbent on just focusing on the man in front of her. The man who, with one more tug from her, is lowering the flowers to the little table she has by the door and taking her waist into his large hands.

He lowers his mouth to hers gently, they both sigh in tandem. Bliss. This was bliss.

“I missed you” he murmurs against her mouth. She doesn't say it's been less than a day, she doesn't say that despite barely having a minute to think about anything but Matty and his words, and the phone call, she missed him too. She didn't even have to think about Ross to miss him, she didn't have to think at all. Her body and the way it longed for his touch, longed to see those dimples appear at his cheeks and the way his eyes glistened as he looked down at her. Her body and her mind missed him without even having to try.

“I missed you too” she says, slowly pulling away, she reaches for the flowers behind him, smiling widely down at them.

“Thank you, they're beautiful” 

“Just like you” his words make her giggle and blush. 

“Let me go put these in some water and then we can go” he nods, and follows her into her kitchen. She retrieves a vase from one of her cupboards, filling it with tap water before unwrapping the flowers and putting them in.

She turns to him and smiles, watching the way his fingers traced over a new photo attached to her fridge - One she took of Ross and June at the studio. His smile is so big and it makes her heart swell every time she looks at it, only worsened by the way her nephew is looking up at the bassist. 

“What’s the plan Macdonald”? She asks, loving the way he blushes slightly and the way he smirks down at her and especially the way he nibbles his bottom lip slightly.

“Well…” he says, turning to her and opening his arms, she steps into them freely, loving the way his large arms wrapped around her frame. She instantly felt safe. She felt at home.

“There's this record shop I wanted to show you” she smiles and nods excitedly “and then I booked a table at this restaurant” he says and her eyebrows raise.

“Aren't I a bit underdressed for that?” She asks, eyes flicking down to her clothes.

“Love you could turn up in a bin bag and still look better than everyone in there” it makes her giggle again which makes him smile widely, pecking her lips briefly.

“Besides…” his hand that's around her waist slips slightly, resting against her hip and squeezing.

“You could be…” his hand slips further, rounding the side of her hip, taking a handful of her arse and squeezing until she's gasping.

“More, underdressed” his words make her cheeks coat a deep red but she doesn't hide from him. Darker eyes boring into hers as he smirks an evil smirk.

“I like these jeans” he says, squeezing her arse again. She wore them on purpose, loving the way they accentuated her bottom. She was glad he liked them too.

“You're going to make it really difficult to leave this house, you know that?” She asks, her hands drifting up to his jumper cladded chest, eyes wandering south from his eyes until they land on his lips. 

He leans forward until his lips are barely touching hers as he mumbles a “mhmm”. He's tortuously slow as he presses his lips to hers. Giving her a firm kiss, his tongue only slightly peaking out, grazing her lip before he's suddenly pulling back.

“We should go” he delivers a quick smack to her bum which makes her gasp and then he's gone. Walking to the door and turning to her at the last moment, smirking at her playfully.

“You're mean Macdonald” 

“Now you know how I've felt every single day since meeting you” 

They walk hand in hand as they walk the streets, searching for the store Ross mentioned. They talk and laugh as they walk and sometimes Ross can't resist the urge to pull her close with an arm around her shoulders and press a kiss to the side of her head, even leaning down and capturing her lips with his occasionally. 

They eventually stumble into the record store, Ross shushing Y/n with his lips as she giggles at something he says. It's quaint and quiet, an oldish man rounding the corner with a huge smile on his face when he sees them.

“Ross” the man says, making the bassist step forward to greet the man with his hand still on her waist. Ross extends his hand and they shake hands before the man's eyes are on her.

“You must be Y/n” he says and she smiles and nods.

“I am” she says, looking up at Ross who smiles at her before looking at the man again.

“Ross here talks a lot about you” he says before he slips round the back of the counter. He disappears for a moment.

“Is that so?” she asks the bassist who smirks down at her, rolling his eyes and pinching her hip lightly making her yelp.

“Don’t get cocky” he warns and she almost has to stop herself from falling to her knees.

The man appears again with several records in his hands all of which she recognises immediately. She slips from Ross’ grasp and meets the man at the counter as he places the records in front of her.

“Now these are really special and not for sale unfortunately but Ross here told me you were a big fan so I pulled them out especially for you” he says making her smile. Her eyes flick back to Ross who is already watching her intently, watching the way her face lights up. She turns away from him but her hand reaches out behind her - reaching for him. He comes to stand next to her, his right arm resting around her waist, holding her hip against him.

The man shows her his Fleetwood Mac collection, many of them limited edition vinyl's and even a few test pressings. She's overwhelmed with gratitude, not just for the records, but for the effort Ross put into making this day so special for her. As they browse through the collection, his fingers gently trace patterns on her hip, and she can't help but steal glances at him, realising how lucky she is to have him by her side.

They finish exploring the record store, revelling in their shared joy of music, they leave hand in hand, her bag a few records heavier, their laughter echoing through the quiet streets and Ross can’t help but want to hear nothing but the beautiful symphony he draws from her, forever more. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow of orange and pink over the city. As they approach the restaurant y/n looks up at Ross excitedly.  Inside Ross takes over her coat, his fingers grazing her bare shoulders, setting her skin ablaze.

“Trying to undress me already, Macdonald?” she asks, her voice low, purposefully trying to get him hot under the collar. He coughs lightly, pushing away the lump in his throat and the way his stomach flips. He hands his coats to a waiter who instantly recognises him, leading them to a secluded corner table with flickering candles.

“Do you know everyone?” she asks as he holds out the chair for her, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek as he tucks her in.

“I’ve got my links” he says into her ear, making her giggle. She takes in the bouquet of pink roses at the centre of the table, the scent of the flowers mingling with the cuisine, creating an intoxicating atmosphere, although they both knew even without them it would be intoxicating. The low thrum of conversation and gentle melodies from the live pianist create a tender atmosphere. 

They each pursue the menu, Ross suggesting they share a variety of dishes, talking with the waiter and taking suggestions for the best dishes. She watches as he interacts with the man, confident and sure. She looks at him with her chin placed in the palm of her hand, eyes flicking around all of his features, practically drinking him in.  They begin to share stories about their childhood and their love for music and their friends and everything they can think of, wanting to know every single detail about each other. 

The waiter arrives with a bottle of red wine and they clink their glasses together, Ross watching intently as she brings the glass to her lips, obsessed with the way her lipstick leaves a mark on the rim. They savour their meal in contented silence but Ross can't help but gaze at Y/n, truly captivated by her beauty. Between bites, their fingers brush against each other, sparks striking and electricity flowing freely between them. Each graze feels charged with so much more, with longing and desire and love : a magnetic pull which makes it impossible to break away from each other. 

The soft glow of candlelight accentuates Ross’ soft browns and she feels the way he gazes at her, in every part of her body, feeling like she’s the only person in the room, the only person on earth. 

The night deepens, the sky outside turning dark and stars beginning to show - a rare feat for London. They share a dessert, the sweetness coating their tongues. Ross leans in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispers words that make her heart (and core) flutter. 

“Nothing is as sweet as you love” his words are laced with lust and desire, a deep crimson coating her cheeks as she smirks. She brings her spoon up to his mouth, coating his lips with chocolate, closing her mouth around his before he can lick it off. 

Everything fades into the background when his tongue grazes hers, they become engrossed in each other, no one and nothing else mattered in that moment. He begins to pull away but her finger hooks underneath his chain, halting his movements as she places one more firm kiss to his lips. 

They pull back, Y/n giddily smiling at him, he can't help but tuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone to capture a snap of her. She plucks a rose from the vase in the centre of the table, carefully threading in-between her teeth, smiling. It makes Ross swoon, his stomach dipping and then soaring, she looked completely ethereal. He gently pulls the rose from her teeth, smearing his lips against hers with a hand cradling her jaw, controlling their movements until she's sighing blissfully into his mouth again.

As they leave the restaurant, the night sky twinkles, mimicking the sparkle in their eyes. Ross pulls her close, wrapping her up in his warmth and they stroll through the streets. They make their way back to her apartment, the bassist halting at her bottom step, making her turn to face him with a frown.

“I’m not going to come up tonight love” he says, making her frown deeper, her hands finding the lapels of his jacket, smoothing over the fabric of his chest.

“Okay…” she says, doubt setting in her mind, did he not want her? He silences the doubt in her mind with his next words.

“Trust me I want to…” his hand finds her waist, tugging her until she’s in his arms, lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue moving against hers and she loves the way he kisses now, sure and determined, moving against hers the way he’s worked out she likes. The way that has her breath accelerating and her hands gripping him tightly.

“You’re making it hard for me” she says against his lips. She smiles when he groans, throwing his head back, forcing their lips apart. 

“I want do this properly, take you on another date, be a gentleman” he says, squeezing her waist as he groans again, eyes falling to her lips that are just too tempting “but you make it so hard” his lips are on hers again, hands practically clamping around her waist, lifting her up the steps until he’s pressing her against the door.

“Impressive” she chuckles against his lips, hands threading through his hair. He indulges the both of them for a few minutes before he’s pulling away again, placing his head against her chest as he breathes in and out heavily.

“Okay you should go before I beg you to stay” she says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He pulls back to look at her, his right hand resting against her cheek, swiping across the soft flesh gently.

“Now that’s something I’m willing to wait for” there’s a softness to his words, it makes her smile and lean forward for one more, gentle kiss. It’s a brief one, a thank you for a perfect date, a thank you for being so amazing. 

“Today was perfect Ross, truly” she says, playing with the chain resting around his neck.

“Good enough to warrant another date?” he asks and she nods as she smiles.

“Definitely”. 

He pulls her into a brief hug before he’s pulling away to walk down the steps. She hates the way she instantly feels his absence. He tries so hard not to glance back and he immediately regrets it when he does. 

She watches as his eyes darken, the way his eyes fall back to her lips. She doesn’t realise she does it, but when her teeth close around her bottom lip he’s there again, he lunges up the step and he’s pressing his lips back to hers, hands greedily grabbing her waist. 

She leans into him, sighing into his mouth as he greedily takes what he wants from her. He pulls away but instantly finds the skin at her neck, tongue gliding across the flesh, teeth biting and grazing and god does it feel good. His lips graze her ear and his movements stop.

“You are the subject of all my deepest desires. I want you, your mind, your soul and body so badly Y/n” his words are hushed and she can’t quite believe they’re coming from him. It was too surreal. She can feel her heartbeat grow erratic just like her breath. 

“I’d take you up to that room of yours and make you forget every other man you’ve ever been with… every man you’ve ever wanted… I’d put them to shame I swear Y/n'' she's speechless, back arching into him as pleasure courses through her body. He’s not even doing anything now but his words have her flying. She knows they’re true, if the time he was buried in between her thighs was any indication, he’d be everything. 

“I’d make you scream my name so loud until it's the only word you can comprehend” his lips graze her neck again, moving round until they’re back against her lips. 

“Ross” she sighs, he pauses his attack against her lips, tongue grazing her lips one last time before he pulls away fully. His hands let go of her waist, grip loosening until they fully disappear.

“I’m not going to do anything to you until I’ve spoken to Matty” the mention of the other man has her mouth flying open, even more speechless before. 

He gently closes her mouth with two fingers and he places one more peck to her mouth.

“I want this Y/n, believe me I want this, don’t think I don’t, I know what you’re like, you get in that pretty head of yours and I can’t have you thinking i don't want you in every way possible okay?” he asks and she nods slowly. 

“You’re everything I have ever wanted and more” he says smiling down at her, hands smoothing out her hair softly “but I can’t do anything until I speak to Matty, I’ll never forgive myself” it's the first time he’s spoken about Matty as if he wanted her. Of course he did, but Ross usually tiptoed around the subject of his best friend.

“I’m going to go now okay? Don’t get into that pretty head of yours okay?” she doesn't speak but nods, leaning up to kiss him once more before he leaves. She opens her door silently, her back finding the other side before she slides down the wood.

“Jesus christ” she says, running a hand through her hair. That was so hot she couldn't help but think. But also what the fuck? She asks herself. 

She draws out her phone from her jacket, opening Matty’s number and typing out a message. 

“Fuck you” she types. She can't help but think if Matty wasn’t an issue, she would’ve had Ross in the way she wanted. She quickly deletes the message. Pulling up Ross’ contact instead.

“Thank you for today, it was perfect. Perfect” 

The bar is empty, the lights that are usually low are bright and her eyes flick around the room as they practise, noticing things she usually wouldn’t have. The space looks huge without all the people, the stools resting upside down against the tables, the absence of glasses, the smell of smoke and the noise of the people makes it calm. The bar manager was kind enough to let them use the space for free, they usually would’ve met at the studio but Jamie wanted to see them in a live setting (that and she was trying to ignore a certain lead singer). 

Jamie is set at the back of the bar, glasses perched at the bridge of his nose as he drinks a dark liquid - likely whisky. He sits with papers covering the table and his phone is flat against the wood, he occasionally picks it up to answer an email or text but his focus is usually on them.

They’ve practised a few songs now and he smiles and nods at her before requesting another one. He had given them free reign of choosing their setlist, the show they had planned an important one. He only makes a few suggestions here and there, mostly here to hear their full repertoire. 

“Hey Jamie” she says, she watches as his eyes flick up to her and the way he smiles as he nods. Lots of people didn’t like Jamie, she knew this from being in the fandom for years. But she didn’t receive that side of him, he was always kind to her and treated her with respect - valuing her opinion above all else.

“Can we try something new?” she asks, and he nods again.

“Of course… original or cover?” he asks, his pen resting against his lips.

“Cover” she asks, wondering if that would be a problem, she knew he eventually wanted them to just do originals but for now she thinks he might be fine with it.

“Okay… go for it” he says. Her eyes flick around to the band and they all nod. 

They begin playing a familiar tune and it's not long before her voice rings out across the room. He hears the door open slightly and his eyes flick to the noise. 

The rain is pouring down outside, hitting the pavement harshly. Matty stands there, wet curls clinging to his forehead and small droplets fall, landing on his cheek and slowly trailing down his face. He looks out at the stage, watching as her eyes flutter shut the minute she begins to sing. 

He feels his heart tighten in his chest. He feels a pit at his stomach, recognising the song and wondering who she was singing it for. 

“If you, if you could return, Don't let it burn, Don't let it fade, I'm sure I'm not being rude, But it's just your attitude, It's tearing me apart, It's ruining every day” she sings. Jamie beckons him over with a finger to his lips, not wanting to disturb her or the band.

She sounded beautiful, she always did. Jamie was impressed again, wondering if there would ever be a time where he wasn’t. Matty feels his breath getting rapid, she sung this song with such pain, it was hauntingly beautiful. But where was it coming from? Who was it about?

“I swore, I swore I would be true, And honey so did you, So why were you holding her hand?, Is that the way we stand?, Were you lying all the time?, Was it just a game to you?” her eyes open and find him and he half expects her to stop singing and storm off the stage, he expects her to look anywhere but at him. And he hates that she doesn’t.

They hadn’t spoke since he called her that night, but he knew, he knew looking at her now, those eyes that he could stare into for eternity, the way they bore into his soul, they way they look broken but hopeful… he knows he needs her and he knows she needs him just as much. 

“But I'm in so deep, You know I'm such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?” her voice is beautiful, she’s beautiful. Her eyes soften looking at him and he sees the twitch of her lips, she almost smiles, almost. 

Matty can't do this, he can't sit here and pretend anymore. But he can't move now, entranced, enthralled, captivated. Always captivated by her. 

“Oh, I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong, I was wrong, If you, if you could get by, Trying not to lie, Things wouldn't be so confused, And I wouldn't feel so used, But you always really knew I just want to be with you”  her eyes flutter shut again. Who was she thinking of? Was it him? Was it Ross?

“And I'm in so deep, You know I'm such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?” she sings the words again. She pictures him in her mind, she feels horrible, convinced she’s the worst person to ever walk this earth. 

The date with Ross was perfect and she knew… she knew she was falling for him, hard and fast the exact way she was terrified off. But he made it so easy. So why was she having these feelings towards his best friend? Why did she want them both so much? And why was she so terrified of losing both of them? 

The singer. Why did she know that if she opened her eyes again, he’d be there, so close to slipping from her life?

“And I'm in so deep, You know I'm such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?” her eyes open again and find his own immediately. 

She looks across his features and she knows. He’s here, but he won't be for long. She knows the furrow of his eyebrows, she knows the lines in between his brows, she knows the way his lip quivers slightly… he couldn't do this anymore. She was losing him.

“You know I'm such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

He watches as the tear falls down her cheek, she quickly wipes it before her fingers are back at her guitar, finishing the song.

He stands abruptly, walking out the venue. The rain soaks him but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care about anything but her. It's not long before she’s standing with him, drenched, tears falling just as quickly as the rain. He’s facing away from her when she finds him but he quickly turns to face her when he hears his name.

He steps towards her quickly and she throws her arms over his shoulders as his wrap around her waist pulls her towards him.

“I'm sorry” he murmurs against the top of her head. He shakes as he speaks and she wonders if he’s crying. She knows what his words mean. They mean, I'm sorry I'm leaving, they mean I'm sorry you’ve broken me, they’re sorry I love you, they’re sorry you love him more. 

She shakes her head against his chest, placing her head there, silently saying “no, don’t leave, don’t give in”. Neither of them speak. The silence is suddenly broken but she doesn't like it when the words that break it are his.

"You said we couldn't because we're working together... You said it wasn't because of Ross, but then I heard you and-" he lets go of her, stepping back and turning around briefly. His hand covers his face, and he sighs heavily against his hand before he’s facing her again. She sees the heartbreak and it hurts her more than anything else ever had. His eyes are red and she sees tears she wishes she never would see. 

"Matty I'm so-"

"Don't say you're sorry" he interrupts her and her tears fall faster.

"I thought you'd never lie to me" his words are sad.

"I didn't mean to Matty... I swear... I wanted to tell you…. But" he stops her again, a sharp turn towards her, she takes one look at the angry look on his face and her voice fails her.

"But you what? What's the poor excuse you're going to come up with!" He's shouting now.

"I didn't want to hurt you Matty!" She shouts back, not because she wanted to but because she was afraid he wouldn't listen if she didn't.

"Don't do that! Don't pity me..." Neither of them say it. Neither of them mention that the fact she didn't tell him about Ross was because it was obvious he liked her too.

"You knew I liked you... You knew it.. and you still got with my best mate" it's the first time he's admitting it out loud, and it shakes her to the core.

"Matty please... As soon as I had the slight inclination that you liked me, I tried to put an end to it .. I really did. But Ross..." Her tears fall faster now and she tries to grip onto him, to pull him so he's looking at her, listening to her.

"Ross what? Ross made you?"

"No... I really like him, Matty... I tried to stop it I did but I-"

"you just couldn't" he's facing her now, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer to him. It's a weird move but she allows him. His fingertips graze her cheek, catching the tears.

"And here I was thinking... Hoping... That you'd like me just a little bit... That you'd choose me over him... But who am I? Who am I compared to Ross? He's my best friend... He deserves you" his words are sad and she frowns up at him, shaking her head.

"Don't say that... You're everything Matty" she truly believes it's why the situation has been so god damn difficult for her.

"Don't say that just to be nice to me..."

"I'm not Matty... You have to know, this hasn't been easy for me. In fact it's been really fucking difficult" she chuckles at herself before her hand clasps his face gently.

"How?" He can't see how it would've been difficult for her.

"Because... I like you too" the confession knocks the breath from him, and her too. It was the first time she had admitted it out loud.

"But you like him more right?" She shakes her head.

"It's not like that...It's- it's both. You're both so different..." She tries her best to explain. She doesn't mention that Ross was real, whilst Matty represented a fantasy, someone who reflected parts of her soul. Whilst Ross was her soul. Ross had her heart, she knew that, and secretly so did he.

“Ross told me you went on a date…” he doesn’t look into her eyes and she doesn’t look into his actively avoiding each other, not wanting to see her reaction, hoping she’d speak and hide her true emotions. His thumb runs along the side of her face, hooking under her chin and raising it until she’s looking into his eyes. She nods.

“How was it?” he asks, eyes silently begging her not to lie. She breathes deeply, she wouldn’t lie, not this time, she couldn’t.

“It was almost perfect” the ‘almost’ accidentally slips and she’s quick to squeeze her eyes shut, wanting to avoid the question she knew he’d ask now.

“Almost?” he says. She nods but doesn’t open her eyes. 

“Open your eyes Y/n” he pleads, “please” he knew she wouldn’t tell him what the singular word meant, but they both knew, one look into his eyes and he’d be able to read her like a book. She opens them slowly, finding his glistening brown orbs.

They tell him everything he needs to know. Her eyes don’t hide the secret like she’s trying to. His mind flicks back to the conversation with Ross, he knew what Ross said, that he wouldn’t do anything without Matty’s permission, that he didn’t want to hurt his best friend but that he wanted her more than anything in the world: he wanted her soul and her body and wanted her to be his. Matty didn’t quite believe him when he said it, wondering how well his friend actually managed to resist her. But looking into her eyes now, he knows it's true. 

And what hurts more than anything, what completely destroys him, is the fact he can tell she wants Ross just as badly. 

"I can't do this," he steps away from her.

"Matty please..."

"no I can't do this y/n... I can't watch you fall in love with my best friend... Who I know is falling just as hard... And he deserves you he truly does... But I can't do that, it will break me"

"Matty please" she begs "I can't lose you..."

"It's not enough... I can't do this" he gestures between them "I just can't, it's too hard"

Right then and there, looking into his sad eyes which are coated with tears, she knows, if she didn't do something, she'd lose him.

"Matty" her voice is the clearest it's been all night and it makes him turn to her again. "I want you to kiss me" she says and his mouth falls open, despite what his brain tells him, that he can't, that it was obvious she was Ross', he steps towards her.

"we can't..." His hand holds her waist as hers fall to his shoulders.

"Please Matty... Kiss me" his eyes search hers, seeing no lie or uncertainty. She wanted this, and so did he. So he slowly lowers his mouth to hers, the initial graze sets her soul ablaze. This one graze redefined everything she ever thought. It was fireworks. It touched part of her soul which she thought was dead. But only part.

It didn't light up all of her, it didn't completely overwhelm her, they didn't merge into one being as they kissed. It was beautiful and loving and it was spectacular... But it wasn't Ross. It could never be Ross. Matty felt it too. He pulls away with a silent sob.

"You're never going to love me like you love him" he murmurs into her mouth. Her tears fall again, sad ones, ones in which tell her and him that he's right.

"I want to .. I can't lose you Matty"

"you won't, losing you would destroy me completely" he presses their lips together again. They move against each other but not easily, it’s the hardest kiss either of them have shared with anyone. Even now, it's full of we-can't, it’s full of we-shouldn’t, it's full of hurt and heartbreak. Her hands grasp his shirt harshly, not wanting him to leave just yet. They needed this, if not only for a moment. 

“Matty” she sighs against his mouth. His tongue peaks through his lips and through hers, finding hers and intertwining. He feels a wet tear fall to his cheek but it's not his and he pulls back. 

"I'm truly a shitty friend" he thinks.  He didn't deserve her and he most certainly didn't deserve a friend like Ross.

Fuck... Ross they both think they had well truly messed this whole thing up. She pulls away, gasping as the realisation settles in.

"I just kissed Ross' best friend .... Twice" she’s gone before he can stop her. She runs faster than her feet allow, but she still runs. 

"Shit. shit!" He shouts.

She doesn’t know where she’s running. But she runs and she doesn’t stop. 

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[immamirr0rball]

scott street

say you loved me - chapter one

a spencer reid series

"anyway, don't be, a stranger…"

After weeks of work upon work, Spencer had finally gotten a weekend off. He had chosen to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Walking swiftly up the white stairs, he entered the building, readjusting his tie as he stood in awe of the art around him.

Spencer observed various statues and paintings as he browsed through the Met, resisting the urge to ramble off acts to every person he crossed paths with. Walking down hallways, and into large rooms, Spencer eventually landed in front of the Water-Lily Pond, a beautiful Claude Monet painting he had been wanting to see for years. He stood, observing the beautiful painting, in awe of its brilliance.

That's when he heard it.

A laugh.

Faint, but one he could never forget.

It was sweet, almost saccharine. Real, and passionate, and entirely enchanting.

He could get high from that laugh alone.

Spencer turned around as fast as his body would allow, moving before he could even think. And he saw her. Her now darker blonde hair reaching her shoulders, where it used to hit her lower back. Red ballet flats replacing her worn out Dr. Martens. Light bronzy shadow over her eyelids where dark eyeliner was once drawn on.

But it was her. Josephine. Standing there laughing with a friend, her nose scrunching the way it always had.

Josephine.

Before he could stop himself, Spencer sped walked towards her, landing behind her back. Her friend gestured, and Josephine turned around.

And she saw him.

"Spencer?" Josephine said softly as soon as she registered his face.

"Yeah," He nodded. "I…hi."

Josephine smiled at his familiar awkwardness. "Hi." For a moment they stood still in time. Gawking at each other and reveling in it all. Recalling what had once been. What should've been. Josephine mumbled to her friend to quickly excuse herself as she walked with Spencer a few feet away. "What are you doing here?"

"I got a weekend off at work. There are a few artworks here i've always wanted to see, so I thought I might as well take my chance. I work in the FBI, the Behavior Analysis Unit so I don't usually get many-"

"I know." Josephine cut him off. "I mean, I remember you wanting to join the BAU." Her eyebrows furrowed as she examined his familiar and new features. His glasses gone, but his lanky movements still ever so present. His face was older, with more wrinkles and less baby fat, but still Spencer's. She looked down at his shoes and laughed.

"What?" He softly questioned.

Another small giggle left her as she answered. "You still wear converse." The odd look on his face stayed. "I don't know, I guess it's nice to see that some things never change."

His lips slightly parted, but closed again as he looked at her. Her freckles still scattered over her nose. The blush-like red lipstick she still applied every morning. She was brushing her bangs out of her face like she always did. "Yeah," Spencer nodded.

Josephine stared, at his eyes, his bone structure, before realizing what she was doing. "Look," She spoke quickly to recover. "I should go, me and my friend are planning on having lunch. But um, we could meet up, while you're still in town?" Josephine bit her lip after she spoke, gently reminding Spencer of her old habits.

Spencer nodded, still in awe as he responded. "Yeah, I'll call you." His eyes were still wide. He couldn't help the lopsided grin slowly covering his face.

Josephine began to walk away, before she realized. "Wait," She turned around. "You don't have my number."

Spencer let out a small laugh. "I'm in the FBI, I'll figure it out." His mouth pressed into the line she had seen a thousand times.

Josephine rolled her eyes as she turned around and walked away. Losing the battle of resisting the smile on her face.

Spencer hesitated, before calling out one last thing. "Don't be a stranger, Josephine."

She paused her walking, and continued. The smile on her face slowly turning bittersweet.

"Okay." Whether it was to him, or to her, she wasn't sure.

[wizzard890]

Hello! I'm someone who really enjoys makeup, but has recently in the past few years begun to view makeup and the makeup industry more broadly as something that is really detrimental to women. You seem to be in somewhat of the same position, and I admire your thoughts, so I was curious how you reconcile those positions or if you feel the need to reconcile them at all? Please ignore this ask if it's intrusive or weird lol

You can't reconcile them. You really can't. The beauty industry exists to churn out propaganda, inventing flaws and offering us fixes for a price, before moving on to the new (usually opposite, so you don't already have the tools) trend.

I'm in my thirties, I've seen the beauty industry turn into a nightmarish hydra that I never could have imagined as a teenager. The speed with which people create and zero in on new physical nitpicks, the ubiquity of filters and plastic surgery, that skincare (literally unless you have a specific ailment, a soft cleanser and nothing else will do you just fine) has become a lunatic self-flagellation in the name of some kind of nebulous Purity, just the endless chasing and chasing and chasing of that new thing that new miracle bottle, whatever will finally make you less disgusting for living in a human body. It's rancid. But it’s always been like this. Just slower.

And it's important to be intellectually honest about all this. The reason we think we look better with our lips a certain color, or our skin being a certain texture is because beauty culture has spent hundreds of years and trillions of dollars rotting our brains. None of this is real. You know that you find the people you love the most attractive when they're comfortable and bare faced and being themselves. Contour would change literally nothing about your feelings in that moment.

I enjoy makeup. I like gold eyeliner and deep berry lipsticks and a stain of blush. Why? Because I also have brain rot, and think I look Better with it on. You can't dismantle the entire wretched apparatus on your own, but you can be clear with yourself about why you believe what you believe. As my wife pointed out when I talked to her about this ask, even saying "I just like to decorate my face" doesn't hold water. You don't know what you natively like to do with your face, when it comes to beauty. You've spent your whole life marinating in propaganda. It gets into everything.

Due to my Ancient Years, I am no longer expected to be Young And Hot, which means I don't put on makeup on to run errands, and I don't feel like a full face is necessary to see friends or get dinner on a weeknight. I've started trying to treat makeup like I'd treat a pair of high heels: sometimes it's nice to feel dressed up, and in some environments heels are part of the dress code. Sometimes you wear heels to show your partner that you put in extra effort for them, or to make sure someone knows you took an occasion seriously.

Tellingly, heels also exist to fix a "failure" in your appearance.

It's like finding smoking sexy. Smoking kills you, unambiguously. And yet....it's hard not to feel like you'd be cooler if you had a cigarette in your hand. No one is immune to the manipulations of propaganda. But it is propaganda, plain and simple, and we shouldn't twist ourselves in knots to defend the lies it tells us, or try to make them ~praxis~. Beauty culture is exactly the same.

[kissorkill16]

The Most Wonderful, Beautiful Girl I've Ever Seen: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Enzo meets Trinity for the first time.

(P.S., for @theodoresmustache !)

I was just trying to get all of my books out of my locker. I was late for Trigonometry, and I was sure that Ivan was going to kill me.

Trig was one of his favorite classes, and as two nerds, we're study buddies in that class. He told me that if I was late again, I could forget about that movie I wanted to watch with Nicky this weekend.

I forgot what that movie was about anyway, all I know is that it was something about aliens.

We were planning to watch it at his house on Saturday, I suggested it, because all we ever hear from him nowadays is dumb stories about Mr. Peterson.

I just want to help him relax and take his mind off of him for a while.

I'd finally gotten the books I needed for class, and was just about ready to close my locker when I heard someone talking.

"Do you know where the -..."

A girl's voice.

I cut her off before she could finish. I didn't mean to though, nor did I want to, I was just in such a hurry and the books I was carrying were so heavy.

"Late for Trig!", I said, "Really want to h-"

I walked forward and bumped into her, the impact making me fall to the floor.

I opened my eyes, and my mouth to apologize, but I didn't even get the words out before I gasped in shock.

She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She had sparkling violet eyes, smooth brown skin, shiny black hair, she had the face of an angel. As she blinked a few times, I noticed that she was wearing blue eyeshadow. Then I looked at her lips, and she had on dusty rose lipstick.

Was this girl real? Was I dreaming? I wish I wasn't so paralyzed right now so I could pinch myself.

She began to pick up my books, then she handed them to me.

But like a total idiot, I almost yelled "DON'T EVEN NEED THOSE!", and then I ran off.

I was internally slapping myself in the face for being so freaking stupid! The most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I couldn't even muster up a full sentence?! I mean, I did, but I didn't want to make her think I was a doofus.

And what made me even more sick in the stomach was the fact that if Maritza found out about that moment, I'd never hear the end of it.

I hoped to see that girl again.

Luckily, after school, in Mr. Murtaugh's Science Room, I saw her walk in.

And that is how I met Trinity Bales, the most wonderful, most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Jess!!! (According to Jess)

(A/N: This is a breakdown of my OC with a twist. This is also set well past the Gravity Arc, so beware of spoilers ahead)

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Hey there everyone! I'm Jess! (She/Her) 😁

I was told that I've been getting some love here, so I stole a questionnaire thingy from @thelaundrybitch (go check out her OCs, they're delightful and I wish we lived in the same universe), Frankenstein'd it a little, and did the thing!

Content Warnings for sex, drugs, violence, and more of our favorite things.

Hey, it's me, don't tell her, but she's got a habit of downplaying herself, so I'm gonna proofread this shit for accuracy. 😘

- R

Physical Stats

Full name: Jessica Anne Jones

Nicknames/Alies': Jess, Princess <-mine.

Born: October 9, 1996 (28 yrs old)

Star Sign: Libra, but I don't put a lot of stock in astrology

Place of Birth: A stained mattress in a torched out crack house in Queens, in between bumps of whatever god my birth portal had decided to pray to that evening.

She gets poetic about shit she doesn't want to talk about.

Species: 100% Pure, Unfiltered Human... Until my mutation. Now I'm not entirely sure what I am. Mutant, I guess? I'm still effectively human, but I'm a bit tougher, I suppose.

D says she's somehow both in the middle and way beyond all of us. All I know is they fucked with the Ooze. Then they fucked with my girl and found out.

Height: -5'-

Perfect

Weight: -115lbs-

Perfect

Gender: -Woman (mostly). You know, I've never really gotten the whole "gender," thing. I'm generally pretty fem, but can't honestly say that I've landed on *one*. Pronouns are she/her, and I look like my assigned gender, so that's what people call me by default, but I'll honestly answer to anything.-

Perfect

Skin: Pale as fuck. I used to have to try really hard to avoid going out in the sun because I tan/burn easily. NOT ANYMORE. I blame them *points vaguely behind me*, so thanks? I guess? I've also got freckles.

Okay, so when she says "freckles" I know you're picturing a cute little dusting here and there, but girl looks like the night sky. It's unreal. -They taste pretty good, too 😈-

Scars:

Right ankle where I had to remove a tracking chip.

Bitch carved it out with a broken bottle like a fucking G.

Left eyebrow, left upper arm, right abdomen from when I got beaten up while I was kidnapped once.

Not my best moment.

Very light vein scars up my left arm that spread up across my shoulder and back, disappearing into my hair. From being injected with the Ooze against my will.

You should've seen her trash talking those dicks. If I hadn't been so fucking scared I'd have been proud as hell.

Eyes: blue-gray

They're like the color of the sky right before sunrise starts, but they've got a little gold right in the middle that looks like a sunflower. When she's really mad, they turn kind of green.

Hair: Wavy and down to my mid back, black with brown bangs. Usually up in a messy bun during the day. Usually down and styled when working. Braided buns when I'm *working*.

Full on opium-style addicted to her amber conditioner. -very grabbable 😈-

Clothing: I usually try to be pretty put together, while still rocking the traditional graphic-tee-jeans/skirt-boots nerd combo. When I want to get dressy I like to keep it classy, the "little black dress" is pretty standard. I do still have my Maid of Honor dress from April's wedding because I can't bring myself to get rid of it: a floor length vintage green silk number with a slit that's probably illegal in some counties in Utah. It's gorgeous, but It's still in the back of the closet, because I'm not sure how Red would feel about me wearing it. That night was kind of intense.

I did not know she still had that dress...

Make up: Very light/natural 90% of the time. Classy neutrals while I'm working.

Okay, so she's got this cherry red lipstick she wears on special occasions that don't wear off for HOURS, and I owe the lady who came up with that shit a bottle of whatever the fuck she wants.

Tattoos: the Kanji for "Beauty" (美) in red on my right shoulder. I moved back to LA for ten months, and about two weeks into that particular adventure I got pretty homesick. Red's always been my Beast. 🥰

This was before we figured our shit out, and I swear when I saw it for the first time I almost told her everything.

Piercings: ears: Lobes (3L/3R - usually with something dangley in the first hole), Cartilage (2L/3R, usually rings and occasionally a cuff), left nostril (ring/post), right eyebrow (ring/bar)

She had a navel piercing, but it kept catching on my shell, so that one's on me. She says it's fine, but it was really hot, so kinda bummed about that.

Signature Color: don't have one

Mine.

Occupation: Musician. I play piano and sing at a bar called Songbirds.

Also a professional badass.

Hobbies/Likes: D&D/TTRPGs, music, arts and crafts

She's on that nerd shit and it's hot as hell.

Spirituality: Eclectic Pagan. My spirituality is pretty fluid, but it's hard not to be in awe of the natural world when I'm in love with a force of nature.

Could say the same about her.

Illnesses/Disabilities: I'm Autistic with lower social needs, but higher sensory needs. Red's skin is my favorite stim.

She also likes hugs. 🥰

Drugs/Alcohol: I don't really drink, never developed a taste. Big fan of weed. Helps with my body's sensory bullshit. Try to get Red to take it more to ease the pain he has in his *everywhere*. Made the mistake of treating the boys' weed as if anything about them is normal, and ended up falling asleep in Raph's lap.

She was adorable for the 5 minutes she was awake.

Relationships:

Casey: my big brother. We were both in foster care and ended up in the same group home. We looked out for each other, and the day he turned 18 he was at the courthouse with the guardianship papers. 🥰

When Casey somehow found out that Jess and I were going to have the "us" talk, and pulled me aside. I thought I was gonna have to beat his ass, but I didn't, which was nice.

April: Best gal pal on the planet (on par with Lani). I knew April before the boys, and when Casey told me he was thinking of proposing and then took FOR-E-VER to do so, I threatened to fucking do it myself.

Between these two, fuck, even on their own, Casey and me don't stand a chance.

Leo (He/Him): At first, I thought he didn't really like me, but then Mike explained that's just how he is with new people. Cordial. Now, while we still don't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, when he isn't feeling the need to be a hard ass, he's actually a lot of fun to be around. There is a mutual respect and understanding that we have completely different and entirely valid approaches to the same things. Late night insomnia induced philosophy talks with Leo over tea are honestly incomparable. CAN GET SILLY! It doesn't happen often, but once in a while, when patrols have been easy and their long list of enemies has been quiet, he loosens up. This is my favorite Leo. I'm pretty sure it's his, too. And I'm pretty sure we all wish we got to see him more often.

They get along really well most of the time, but she's not afraid to call him out on his bullshit when he's acting like a dick. A few months ago something happened, I don't know what (relax, nothing like that), but there's been less tension.

Donnie(He/They): My best friend in the whole wide world. I help in the lab occasionally. Specs and I play D&D online, where I introduced him to my friend Cassie and they hit it off really well which oh no who expected that to happennnn..... 😈

Can't say I'm surprised. And Cassie sounds really nice.

Mikey(He/They): The whole ass reason I met the boys in the first place. S-Tier smoking buddy. I'm usually worried about him, and try to pay attention to where is head is at. A few months ago I started worrying less. Turns out it was about the time he met Lani, hmmmmmm....

I swear this bitch will try to set up just about anyone. She's a sucker for love (not that I'm complaining, believe me). Best big sis to my little bro. Really good at noticing when his heads in a rough place.

Master Splinter (He/Him): The calm in the storm. Sense of humor drier than the Sahara, but funny as HELL. My relationship with splinter is just... comfort. Safety. If I had a dad, I'd want it to be him.

She does and he is.

Cassandra (she/her): CASSIE! She was my best friend in high school and now helps runs the Reptile House at the San Diego zoo! She's also a vet/geneticist. We play D&D on Saturdays and she and D have been getting along swimmingly. 😁

Never talked to her, but seems really nice, and I've learned to trust Jess' judge of character.

Lani (They/Them/Any): Fab as FUCK. Best shopping/tik tok/rainbow fun buddy. Taught me how to do a smokey eye that FULLY DOUBLED my tips. I adore them. They're pretty new to the group, a friend of Mike's, and they both insist there's nothing more there but BITCH I SEE YOU.

Lani and Jess are a trip when they get going. Complete chaos. Fun as hell to watch. Zero volume control.

Raph (he/him): Okay, so I left this one for last, because putting any of this into tangible words is really hard. But I'm gonna try. So here it goes. and I promise I'll try and keep it short.

Meeting Raphael was like meeting a literal force of nature, it had the same feeling as if a Mountain just rocked up on you and started talking (see what I did there?). He was beautiful, and I wish there was a better way to describe him, but it's kind of the same feeling as seeing Niagara Falls for the first time. You just realize the world is so much bigger and more wonderful than you could possibly imagine.

It took is a long time to finally reach "us," longer than it should have. But now that we're here if was worth every minute. "Love" doesn't really work, it feels too normal. What we are to each other... I'm not sure there is actually a word for it. Personally, I don't believe in soul mates. I chose him, and he chose me -(not that he actually had many options, and that thought by itself isn't completely terrifying, especially if they ever find a way to go topside and everyone sees how wonderful he is and he finds out I'm not all that great ANYWAY)- whatever we are, we built this ramshackle thing together. We're like two idiots trying to build a bridge on opposite sides of a river, but neither of us actually know how to build a functional bridge. Somehow, we figured it out, and it's made of scraps and bits and pieces, and occasionally something falls apart and we have to improvise, and it's weird and chaotic and perfect and it really really shouldn't work and for some reason that's why it does.

Anyway, sorry, in my defense I really did keep it short.

Mate: Some asshole.

(😁)

Tactical Stats

Gear: Black Tactical Suit, Black Boots, Daggers/Gloves, Cell/Comm, typical tac gear (flashlight, wire cutters, smoke bombs, etc).

Still trying to get her to wear the Black Widow suit.

Weapons:

Main Weapon: Punch Daggers. Okay, so I've got these amazing daggers that retract into my gloves that Donnie made me and they're so cute and super fun and really good at severing arteries. I love them.

She had D Anodize them red and they look cool as HELL.

Secondary weapon: Rope Dart. Spun fire for a while in LA, wasn't that hard to pick it up. Used this up until my mutation, when I could finally convince Red to actually let me fight. When Red watched me play with it for the first time I'm pretty sure he had a minor stroke. Mostly use my daggers now, but still like to play with it on occasion.

Yes we do.

Position: Striker. I tend to go in first to shake shit up (which Red hates), and try to use surprise to take down as many heavy hitters as I can in round one.

God. Fuck. Training Jess in CQC was just, honest to God, the hardest thing I have ever done.

Specialty: Stealth, Agility, Small Spaces. Red and I have a "Fastball Special" where he throws me at enemies and it's SO much fun.

Bitch is a wildcat.

Favorites:

Food: Wendy's fries and a chocolate frosty

Yeah, she's one of them...

Drink: Dr. Pepper, or a good old fashioned PSL.

-me😈-

Color: ...seriously?

What she said.

Season: Winter. Honestly, you guys, the boys get so sleepy and cute in the winter, you have no idea.

Fuck it. Yeah. I cuddle with my boo when it's cold. Say somethin'.

Dinosaur: Ankylosaurus

Hell yeah, it is.

Holiday: Christmas/Solstice.

Mine too... or maybe I just like unwrapping things.

Films: Beauty and the Beast. Okay, so I swear it started as a joke, but has somehow become a really important part of "us." I'm a huge geek, so Hulk/Natasha, Hellboy/Liz, etc. are referenced constantly. Occasionally, when I call him "Red," he'll call her "Sparky" -(which totally doesn't make me feel all fizzy inside, nope)-. It does have it's downsides. I can't watch the End of Beauty and the Best, and Raph could only watch Endgame once.

I don't like to be reminded of certain things.

Also, and more importantly, TERRIBLE action flicks. It's actually how Red and I bonded in the beginning. And yes, Die Hard is, in fact, a Christmas Movie

Girl understands art.

TV/Streaming: Your typical nerd fare, Dr. Who, Critical Role, Etc. My favorite show right now is Reacher because OF COURSE IT IS 🥵. Got Red hooked on Dimension 20 (still hasn't forgiven me 😈)

This nerd shit is compelling as hell.

Games: Don't get much time for video games, used to really love Action RPGs. These days I stick with tabletop, and play online with Donnie once a week. We're trying to convince Raph to play. I think getting him a PHB signed by Vin Diesel helped. 😁

Okay, I'll admit, it MAYBE looks kinda fun. Joe Manganiello plays, too.

Music: I'll usually listen to anything unless it's overtly whiney, screamy, or has really heavy distortion. Really like a midway point between acoustic and electronic. Depending on how my nervous system is acting that day, volume can also be a problem. 😬😬😬

Whatever she's listening to, I just like when she sings along.

Books: fantasy, mostly. I love really Faerie Tales and that section at Barnes & Noble called "Now, here me out..."

The amount of monster smut this bitch reads...

With that being said Happy Monsterfucker Pride Month, my fellow deviants!

That's the end of the thingy, I hope you... enjoyed? I don't know. Whatever your reason for reading this, I hope you got something out of it. Mike's fired up the hookah so later, kids!

Okay, I've got like seconds to finish this up before she walks back in here. I really don't know how to close this out. Jess is perfect and I can't imagine my life without her. Love you, babe. Hope your not too mad. 😘

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Tag list

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[bellysoupset]

Halloween Saga - Pt 1.

Jonah was pleasantly sleepy by the time he came home. It had been a long day, but it had been a good day. He got to share his shift with Wendy, which was always a perk, and two of his most frail patients had been looking up, one of them with a release scheduled for next week. All in all, it was a great day, and he couldn't wait to cuddle up with Leo and JD.

"Leo?" Jon called out, stripping off his coat and hanging it near the door, kicking off his shoes too, "Leo, you're still up?"

It wasn't late enough that Leo would be asleep, but it was still a possibility. Leo made a noise from the couch and Jonah opened a smile.

"That's how you greet...me?" he raised his eyebrows, circling the couch and being faced with the scene in front of him. Leo was sprawled out, surrounded by candy wrappers, with JD happily sleeping on his chest. There was even a snickers wrapper perched between her little ears, "what the hell?"

"Hey," Leo grumbled, seeming to be in a shitty mood and unwrapping another kit kat bar. Instead of breaking it in the rectangles it was meant to be broken, he bit the on the thing straight on.

Jonah let out a confused chuckle, "uhm... Okay, why are you sulking? And where did all this candy come from? Did they give it out at work?"

Leo let out a scoff, mouth so thick with sugar that it turned into a cough and woke up JD. Their kitten pawed at his chin, before turning around and walking down his body, settling between his legs.

Jonah noticed that Leo was still in his work clothes. He had ditched the blazer jacket, but he was still wearing the social pants, belt and the button up. He had rolled up the sleeves and loosened up the tie, but that was it.

"Leo?"

"Did you know we can't have Halloween here?" Leo said, taking another bite of the chocolate, "I bought all this candy and then Matthew said that we can't celebrate Halloween. Apparently it's against the rich people's rules."

Jonah cringed, sitting on the very end of the couch and smiling when JD promptly moved so she could curl up on his lap, "no, I didn't know. I never thought of celebrating Halloween here... But it makes sense, we don't have any ki-"

"The O'Conners from upstairs have twins!" Leo cried out "and I've seen a bunch of little kids in the sixth floor!"

"Oh well, uhm..."

"They don't even allow the trick or treaters from the streets in! Matt said they're not allowed up and no kid ever comes here anyway. I mean, who would, this looks like a fucking cartoon villain building."

Jonah pressed his lips not to laugh. He could tell Leo was genuinely upset, but it was very hard to take him seriously when he had chocolate dots painting either side of his mouth like brown lipstick, his cheeks all pink. He looked like a little kid who had broken into the secret stash of candy.

"So you've been eating all the candy you bought for the trick or treaters, is that it?" Jonah smiled, looking around. There were so many wrappers. He had basically devoured a whole bag of mini kit-kats all on his own, but Jonah also saw snicker wrappers and twixes.

Leo nodded, letting out a little burp and then finishing up the kit-kat he was currently holding, "I can't..." he burped again, "fucking believe this."

"I can't fucking believe you ate all that candy," Jonah rolled his eyes, studying his boyfriend. Leo's button up was strained around his normally flat stomach, "I didn't think you liked Halloween, it doesn't seem like your thing..."

Leo pouted, planting a hand on his belly and rubbing little circles in it, while he opened another snicker bar with his teeth, "it's not, it's just... I never got to go trick or treating as a kid. Either we were too broke for me to have a costume worth a dime or I was working during Halloween or dad was raging..."

Jonah frowned, moving closer and undoing his boyfriend's pants. He tugged on his belt and then raised his eyebrows when Leo let out another belch, but didn't slow down at all on eating candy, "and when I moved here, I was still too broke to do anything cool."

"Not last year, it was fun," Jonah pouted and Leo rolled his eyes.

"Last year we got drunk with Luke and Vince. I wanted a real Halloween. I mean, for fuck's sake, Jon, we live in Maine. It's Stephen King's home state."

Jonah opened a little smile at his boyfriend's nerdy reasoning and then rubbed his thigh, "I'm sorry, baby... We can go out for candy if you want...?"

"Oh yeah, because people are definitely gonna give candy out to the two grown ass men," Leo rolled his eyes, then grimaced when yet another sticky burp pushed past his lips, "ugh... It's hopeless."

Jonah smiled at him, unable to come out with anything comforting to say. Instead he just reached in, wiping the chocolate clinging to the side of Leo's mouth with his thumb, "I think you've had enough candy."

Leo raised his eyebrows, unimpressed and in a bad mood, turning his face away. He munched on the last bite of his snicker and Jon watched, rolling his eyes, as his boyfriend struggled to swallow it.

"You'll make yourself sick."

"Too late for that," Leo scoffed, hugging his stomach with one arm, still pouting, "that was at least five kit kats ago."

Jon frowned, "goddammit, Leo... Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Don't be mean to me," Leo said quietly, curling up more and hugging his bloated belly with a grimace, "I feel horrible."

"Yeah, because you ate your weight in chocolate."

"No, because we're not gonna have a fucking Halloween!" Much like a kid, Leo hit the couch, only for another wet belch to roll up and him to pale. He gagged softly, "okay, maybe because of the chocolate too."

Jon rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna get you some water."

When he came back to the living room, Leo had unbuttoned his shirt and pants, rolling them down to the start of his boxers. His normally flat, toned stomach was puffing out, all red near the belly button, a trail of honey colored hairs disappearing down his boxers.

"If you're gonna stare at least help me rub it," Leo pouted, pressing the heel of his hand to his distended side and rubbing in circles. Jonah let out a huff, handing him the glass of water and sitting on the couch, pushing away his boyfriend's hands from his unsettled tummy.

"You're impossible", Jonah put a hand on either side of Leo's stomach, noticing how warm he was. Clearly Leo had done a number on himself, there were angry bubbles right under his hands. He pushes his palm in, rubbing it in small circles and moving his hands towards Leo's belly button, only for the blonde to groan, leaning his head back.

"Hurts?" Jonah asked, stopping the belly rub and Leo shook his head, clutching the half empty glass of water.

"No, it doesn't hurt," he ran a hand through his hair, then made a face as he realized he had just spread the sticky sugary coat all over his hair, "I can feel it right here," Leo said, pointing his throat, and Jonah grimaced.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom, you idiot," he sighed, getting up and offering Leo a hand. Instead of his boyfriend accepting it, Jonah received a half hearted kick to his ass.

"I'm not gonna throw up," Leo groaned, swallowing down thickly, "I just need to let it settle."

Jonah didn't buy it for a second, but he figured this was not a fight he wanted to have. He was tired and if Leo wanted to sit there and feel sick, so be it, "Okay," he yawned, "will you at least come to bed?"

Leo seemed to mull it over, before he nodded and struggled to sit up correctly. As soon as he did, he pitched forward with a sickening belch, hand rushing to cover his mouth. Jonah jumped back, expecting to see a puddle of vomit between his boyfriend's feet, but it had just been the most disgusting burp he had ever heard.

He cringed as Leo muffled two other belches against his fist, the type that turned wet at the end, clearly threatening to bring something up.

"Baby?"

"I'm good," Leo's voice was deeper than it was in the mornings, all grave and sticky, "go ahead, I'll be right there."

Jonah didn't move, instead he crossed his arms and stared at his boyfriend, watching his throat bob up and down as he swallowed against the sick sensation. Much like the stubborn prick he was, Leo swallowed down one last time, forcefully, and then opened a nauseated smile.

"See?"

"Amazing," Jonah scoffed, then got to the task of picking up all the wrappers that JD was tearing to shreds.

He was running out of energy, but he knew he had to shower before bed, so Jonah all but dragged himself to the bathroom, while Leo collapsed on the bed and curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach.

By the time he made it back, Leo had successfully managed to strip out of his work clothes, but he was still wide awake, rubbing lazy circles over his naked bloated belly and pretending to watch TV. His face was pale and clammy, causing Jonah to wince.

"You look like you're gonna vomit, Leo."

"No," the blonde shook his head stubbornly, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're damn near green!" Jonah stood next to the bed and fought the urge to drag Leo standing up, "go sit in the bathroom."

"I said I'm fine," Leo glared at him, before punctuating each following word with a sickly burp, "I just need... To let it digest."

"Fine," Jon said bitterly, tired and frustrated as he circled the bed and fell against the pillows, "You better not puke on the bed after I told you multiple ti-"

"Shut up, Jon," Leo interrupted, then curled on his side, making a little pitiful noise, "come rub my tummy."

He couldn't help but smile, even if he was tired and frustrated with Leo's stubbornness. Jonah got under the covers, then rolled on his side, planting a hand on Leo's belly and his cheek to his shoulder.

"You're such a baby," Jonah yawned, pressing his thumb to the soft skin under Leo's navel, smoothing the little happy trail down with soothing circles. He could feel how upset his boyfriend's belly was, gurgling non stop under his hand, "does this hurt?"

"No," Leo turned his head, muffling a wet belch against the pillow, "it hurts here..." he grabbed Jonah's wrist and pulled his hand up, to the top of the belly. His abs were almost gone, distended. His stomach was gurgling fiercely and when Jon pushed his fingers in, Leo gagged and slapped Jon's hand away, "don't press it, you'll make me puke."

"Like that's not gonna happen regardless," Jon yawned again, closing his eyes and moving his hand down, to rest on the center of Leo's tummy, scratching his belly softly instead of rubbing. His coordination was slipping from him, the more sleepy Jonah got.

If Leo hadn't consumed that one last snicker, maybe his chocolate tummy ache would've turned out okay. However, as it was, he had eaten far too much for his system to handle.

Around 2 AM, Leo woke up with a start. The bed felt like it was swaying and he felt like he was drowning, saliva pooling on his mouth, throat closing up, stomach seizing... Without even knowing each way was up, Leo heaved harshly and up came a huge stream of vomit. He was suffocating, he thought, starting to cough and struggling to figure out how to free himself.

He let out a choked up noise and his hands reached out blindly, until he felt something sturdy and shook it with all his force, hoping it was Jonah. Leo's head swam with panic, his stomach churning and even more vomit rushed up, just as a pair of hands forced him to sit up. The puke covered his naked chest and his lap and Leo continued to cough, as he managed to breathe better.

"Leo!" Jonah thumped his back and Leo let out a whimper, gagging again and spitting another mouthful of sickening sweet and sticky puke all over the comforter. Now that he was more awake, he could tell there was vomit on the side of his face, he had puked on the pillow too...

"I'msry," Leo slurred, voice shot, his throat feeling messed up. He felt like he had inhaled some of it, his heart was still racing, "I'm... I'm sorry, the bed..."

"Are you alright!?" Jonah ignored him, finally coming into view. Their room was still dark, but they had left the curtains pulled back and it was a really bright night, so Leo could just make out the fact that Jon's eyes were wide with worry... And that there was a huge brown stain all over his silk pajama shirt.

"Oh fuck," Leo groaned, his stomach churning with renewed force, "your shirt..."

"My shirt...?" Jonah sounded confused, much more focused on Leo, "baby, you scared the shit out of me..."

"I'm sorry," Leo squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to muffle a sick belch, "I'm sorry, my tummy... I just feel horrible..."

"I know," Jon stressed, squeezing his nape, "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, feeling boneless as Jon grabbed his arms and carefully hoisted him up, folding the mess in the comforter. The bed was absolutely ruined.

Another burp snuck past his lips and Leo hunched onto himself. Although he wasn't stuffed anymore, his stomach was far from settled. He let out a groan, hugging his belly, which got even louder as he realized with disgust that he had just gotten his arm covered in puke too by hugging his belly.

"Leo, c'mon," Jonah pulled him with more force and Leo collapsed before the toilet, leaning over it with a deep heave and whimpering when it caused his throat to throb.

He vaguely heard Jon cussing, then the shower turning on and Jonah's silk pajamas meeting the ground as he stripped down, crouching next to Leo, "are you done?"

"I'm sorry about the bed..." Leo said, voice deep as a sick belch morphed into the end of his sentence, "and...UrOurp- And your shirt..."

"Yeah, no shit," Jonah let out a scoff, but although he sounded annoyed, he didn't sound angry. If anything there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "get it over with, baby."

"I'm never eating candy again..." Leo mumbled, pressing his forehead to the soothing cold porcelain and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still a sticky, churning mess and just the thought of food had his mouth flooding with saliva again.

"What? You still have half a bag of Twixes in the kitchen," Jonah teased him and Leo gagged as he could immediately taste them. He scrambled forward, almost missing the bowl as yet another huge stream of vomit rushed up.

Jonah's hand came to support his forehead and Leo coughed, pathetically, head hanging over the bowl, a line of drool from his bottom lip and moaning nonstop as he couldn't manage to catch his breath, his queasy belly refusing to settle down.

He half closed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, shoulders hitching with another gag and Jonah flushed it all away, before crouching back down and rubbing his back.

"You're alright, Leo, it's over now..."

Leo proved him wrong, opening his mouth and coughing a mouthful of chunky vomit, then dry heaving for another five minutes. He still felt so incredibly nauseous.

"Jon... Jon, I don't feel well..."

"Maybe because you have dried vomit on your chest?" Jonah sighed, pulling him up and flushing again, "c'mon, let's shower."

Leo couldn't argue, although he didn't think a shower was the solution as his belly continued to flip and attempt to empty itself. He allowed Jonah to pull him under the hot water stream and let out a relieved sigh when the congealing mess was washed away... Then stumble over the drain, bracing against the wall as even more watery puke hit the tiles.

"Christ," Jonah sighed, squeezing his shoulder, "okay... Get it up..."

Leo forced up a burp, then with it came another little dribble of vomit and he let out a sigh, black dots dancing in front of his eyes, "I'm... I'm fine now... I'm just... dizzy..."

"Diz- LEO!" Jonah caught him just as he swayed on his feet, hugging his torso, "fuck, fuck-" he slid them both down to the ground, the hot water pooling around them, "baby? Leo, open your eyes-" Jonah patted his cheek frantically and Leo let out a groan, leaning further into his hold.

"I'm good, I... I'm good," the blonde said quietly, his voice raspy, pressing his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "it was just too much..."

"If I wasn't so worried right now, I'd strangle you," Jonah scoffed, "stay put, let me just-" he moved around, propping Leo against the wall and getting up to grab the shampoo, "you got it all over your hair."

"Ugh," Leo whined, but then couldn't help but let out a smile as he felt Jon start to wash his hair. He was definitely worried and Leo was feeling shitty enough to milk it, so instead of straightening up, he leaned in, "my tummy hurts, Jonah..."

It wasn't a lie, but it also felt a million times better than five minutes before. Jonah cooed softly, though, fingers scratching his scalp, "I'll get something for it, let's just get you cleaned up first," he said calmly, kissing Leo's brow.

Leo leaned his weight against his boyfriend, feeling drained, not just from all the puking, but because it was past 2 in the morning. He let out a yawn, tilting his head back as Jonah washed the suds away and then lathered his hair with conditioner.

"I never use that," Leo said sleepily, smiling as he heard Jon let out a huff.

"That's because you have pin straight hair, if I skip conditioner I'm fucked," Jon pressed another kiss to his brow, then grabbed Leo's biceps, "up."

He stumbled up, letting out a groan, "fuck, my abs are so sore..."

"Gee, wonder why," Jonah teased him lightly, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his hip, before grabbing a robe and forcing Leo to put it on, ignoring the blonde's complains about it.

Leo sighed, blinking heavily and following Jon out of the bedroom... Only to immediately gag against his fist. He had forgotten the horror movie worthy scenery that was their bedroom.

He had thrown up all over the blankets, but not just that, the pillows too. A large puddle of vomit between his pillow and Jon's.

"Fucking Hell..." Leo groaned, then cringed even more as he noticed Jonah swallowing a gag, the bathroom light spilling out clearly showing how ashen he was, "Jon, hey, look at me."

"I'm...fine," Jonah groaned, pressing the back of his hand to his lips, "I just... Fuck, I can't sleep here-"

"I don't think anyone can, babe," Leo rolled his eyes, tiptoeing around the mess to grab Jon a new set of pjs and himself some boxers, "let's go to the guest room. C'mon, move."

Jonah didn't even attempt to argue. Only once they were out of the bedroom did he seem to be thinking, because he groaned, "I'll call a cleaning crew."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll handle it in the morning," Leo pushed him inside the bedroom and then went straight to the double bed. It wasn't as large as the one in their bedroom and the mattress was sturdier since it hadn't been worn down at all, but it was comfy nonetheless.

Besides, he was feeling too sick to mind. He curled up on the bed, wrapping both arms around his belly and bringing his knees up. Jonah ditched the towel, changing into the pjs and then he crawled on the bed, pushing Leo's damp hair back.

"Leo, if you keep squeezing your stomach like that, you'll make yourself sicker," he said softly, grabbing the blonde's arm and pulling him closer, "come here..."

Leo snuggled closer and letting out a satisfied sigh once he felt Jon's hands rubbing his back in gentle, steady circles, lips pressed to his forehead. He could feel Jonah's breathing against the top of his head.

"I'm sorry again."

"Go to sleep," Jonah said, kissing the top of his head and letting out a huff when the guest bedroom's door opened slightly and then JD joined them on the bed, happily curling up between them.