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[astroeatsurass]

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[inkedinshadows]

Double-edged Desires

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader x Eris

Summary: Azriel and Eris find themselves having to share a mate, and being away during the mating frenzy is never easy. For any one of you.

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, language

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: based on this request! Okay so, this turned into so much more than planned... I've never written Azriel and Eris together before tho, so for every Azris shipper out there, pls have mercy on me, but I actually like how it turned out. Especially cus I wasn't planning on anything beyond bickering and arguing for them and I fear I might have focused too much on them and not enough on y/n... and I didn't reread that many times, so excuse possible typose. Anyway okay bye enjoy <3

Azriel hated sharing a mate with Eris Vanserra.

It had been a shock to everyone when you discovered you had two mating bonds—with two very different males who couldn’t stand each other. They had argued at first over who should get to be with you, but you had been very adamant: you wouldn’t choose between them, and you would accept both bonds instead. The only thing left for them to do was accept your decision and try to make it work, doing their best to get along for your sake.

They had come to one important agreement: you always came first. In every situation. Your well-being, your happiness, your pleasure—all of it was their priority.

Which was why they had decided one of them should always be with you, especially now, during the first few weeks since your double mating ceremony, when the frenzy still hadn’t entirely passed.

But war and threats and death gods couldn’t be postponed, not even for you, and neither of them could refuse when they had to leave you for a few days to try to track down Koschei. They hadn’t talked much unless it was to discuss theories or mention you, but Azriel knew that, just like him, Eris was struggling.

Being away from you was a weight he could barely carry, and the frenzy only made it worse. Searching for clues and information helped, but when he lay down at night with nothing to do but think of you, Azriel would just stare at the ceiling for hours. It was the same for Eris—his shadows confirmed it in a whisper.

They could have helped each other, he supposed. After all, in the throes of passion, despite their focus on you, they had shared touches, kisses, sometimes more. And Azriel had long since stopped trying to convince himself he hadn’t enjoyed it. But he’d be damned before admitting it out loud. He was willing to bet it was the same for Eris, if his reactions to Azriel’s touch were any indication.

So they had spent days craving the touch of their mate—both of them knowing they could find some relief in each other and yet too stubborn to ask for it.

All that pent-up need and tension came crashing to the surface the moment they finally returned home and silently opened the door to your shared bedroom.

You were lying in bed, arms wrapped around your pillow, the sheets crumpled around your feet. A gentle breeze drifting in through the open window rustled the curtains, and the moonlight gave you an ethereal look as it bathed your sleeping form.

Your naked, sleeping form.

The sight was enough to stir a familiar hunger deep in Azriel’s core. His hand flexed at his side as if itching to reach out and touch you, and his Illyrian leathers were suddenly far too tight around his groin.

“Someone’s needy,” Eris whispered beside him, a tantalizing smirk curving his lips as always.

Azriel glanced at him—at the obvious bulge in his pants. “You’re one to talk.”

Eris’s annoying smirk only widened as he turned to face him. “Should we wake her?”

“No.” Azriel shot him a glare. “She’s sleeping.”

“Oh, come on, Shadowsinger.” Eris rolled his eyes. “She’s naked. We both know she doesn’t like sleeping that way. You really think it doesn’t mean anything?”

He knew Eris was right. It wasn’t hot enough yet to justify the open window, the discarded sheets, the lack of clothes. You were probably dealing with the same problem that had plagued him on the continent—surges of heat caused by the frenzy, which you usually handled by spending a good couple of hours locked inside with your mates. But they’d been away too long.

Eris took a step toward the bed, but Azriel shot out a hand and grabbed his arm to stop him. The redhead twirled around, an almost feral look in his amber eyes visible even in the darkness of the room.

“She needs me,” he seethed, yanking his arm free. At Azriel’s pointed look, he seemed to calm down. With a sigh, he added grudgingly, “Fine. Us. She needs us.”

Despite his own raging desire, despite the truth in Eris’s words and the need to touch you, taste you, bury himself inside you and never let go, Azriel still hesitated. You looked so peaceful as you slept—lips slightly parted, hair fanned out across the pillow, moonlight caressing your back and the curve of your ass.

“Just get changed and climb into bed, Vanserra,” he finally said. “Don’t you dare wake her up. You can wait until morning.”

No matter that he didn’t know how he would wait until morning while sleeping next to you, naked, after days of missing you.

The shuffling of sheets caught his attention, and both he and Eris turned just in time to see you stir slightly and roll onto your back. Azriel went rigid as your new position granted him a clear view of your body—from your soft breasts to the flare of your hips and the dip between your legs. Eris gasped softly at his side.

“Guys?” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. “Is that you?”

Both males immediately approached the bed, but Eris got there a second earlier. He flashed Azriel a gloating smile before reaching for you, running his slender fingers down your cheek.

“Hello, my darling,” he purred.

Azriel wanted to punch him in those perfect teeth.

Instead, he moved to your other side, wings tucked tight to his back so he could lean in close. “I'm sorry we woke you, angel,” he murmured. Unable to hold back any longer, he curled his hand around your waist, as if to pull you closer. Eris shot him a warning look, daring him to try.

“Don’t be,” you replied with a sleepy smile. “I’m not.”

You stretched with a soft hum, and Azriel's fingers squeezed you a bit tighter. Did you do it on purpose? Or were you just naively unaware of the effect you had on him? On both of them?

Lowering your arms again, your hands found their way to both their cheeks—one in each palm, your touch gentle as you welcomed them home.

“So,” you began, all traces of sleep gone from your voice, replaced by a teasing tilt, “who's getting the first kiss?”

They both moved, but Azriel was faster this time. His mouth found yours, lips finally meeting again, tongues moving in a familiar rhythm. But the tenderness of the kiss was short-lived as the frenzy overtook you both.

Your hand slipped from Eris's cheek to tangle in Azriel's hair, pulling him closer and drawing a low groan from his chest. His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and he was only dimly aware of Eris kissing your neck as he got lost in the hungry need to claim your mouth and every other inch of you.

But you pulled back before he could go further.

A satisfied smile graced your lips, but you didn't give him time to act. Instead, you tugged on Eris’s hair.

The Heir of Autumn lifted his head, and Azriel could only watch as the two of you shared a kiss as passionate as the one you'd shared with him.

He didn't know how you did it, but you always managed to split your time and your affection equally between your two mates. He loved that about you. It meant he didn't have to worry about you favoring and focusing only on Eris—which he was grateful for—but it also meant that you wouldn't favor and focus only on him.

Azriel shifted to lie more comfortably on the bed, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to your soft breasts. He captured one nipple between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while kneading your other breast with his hand.

The scent of your arousal soon filled the room and Azriel's senses. After days away from you, it made him need you the way he needed air to breathe. More, even.

His hand caressed down your stomach to where he knew he'd find you already wet. But instead, he found Eris’s hand already there, his fingers buried inside you, pumping slowly. A low growl rumbled in his throat, but as if sensing it, Eris moved his thumb aside, granting Azriel access to your clit.

It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing.

You broke off your kiss with Eris when a moan spilled from your lips. Squirming between them, you spread your legs wider in a silent request for more.

“I’ve missed you,” Azriel murmured, releasing your nipple to look up at you, the pad of his thumb pressed firmly against your clit.

Of course, Eris had to chime in and steal your attention. “I’ve missed you more,” he added, pushing his fingers deeper inside you and drawing another moan.

“Guys,” you chuckled, though your voice was a little breathless, “I’ve missed you too. Both of you.” Your hands reached out to palm the bulges in their pants. “And I need you…”

They both sucked in a breath, but while Azriel pressed himself eagerly into your touch, ready to peel off his fighting leathers and bury himself inside you, Eris still didn’t withdraw his fingers from your cunt.

Azriel shot him a glare, but the redhead only smirked before positioning himself between your legs. “You should learn the art of patience, Shadowsinger,” he drawled, then he lowered his head and closed his lips around your clit.

A wave of annoyance surged through Azriel at the teasing reprimand, as if he hadn’t spent hours worshipping you and making sure you were fully satisfied before ever allowing himself to come. As sharing you with Eris wasn’t proof enough of just how patient he could be.

“Az…”

Your voice snapped him back to you. You were biting your lower lip, soft whimpers escaping you as Eris pleasured you, but your hands were now working to unbuckle Azriel's pants. When you finally got them undone, he stood to take them off, along with the rest of his clothes, discarding everything on the floor.

The moment he joined you again on the bed, your hands were on him. You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, giving him a gentle squeeze that made him buck in your grasp. He barely had time to steady himself before you propped up on one forearm and guided him into your mouth.

Azriel gasped, his eyes nearly rolling back as you swirled your tongue around his leaking tip. “Fuck…” he breathed. His fingers curled into your hair, and then he was thrusting shallowly into your warm, welcoming mouth.

Your muffled moans mixed with Azriel’s and with Eris’s pleased hums against your flesh every time your hips bucked—his lips and fingers relentless in their assault on your senses.

As you took Azriel deeper and relaxed your throat around him, he groaned, chest heaving and head falling back. His hips jerked forward instinctively, and you gagged around him, but you didn’t pull back or signal for him to stop. You simply looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, now wide with lust and fluttering beneath Eris’s expert touch.

Azriel knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not if you kept looking at him like that while sucking him off so eagerly. He managed to hold back for a few more moments, but as pressure built and release surged closer, he pulled out of your mouth with a grunt.

You gasped for air, lips still parted, as if expecting him to push back in.

Azriel’s hand moved from the back of your head to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip. “Not yet, my love,” he murmured, his voice slightly breathless. “I don’t want to come just yet.”

Before you could reply, Eris lifted his head from between your thighs. “Should we let her come, though?” he mused as his fingers curled inside you, drawing a whimper from your lips. “She’s so close. I can tell.”

Azriel glanced at him, a silent understanding passing between them. You came first. Always. Even if it wasn't by his hand. Not yet, at least.

“What do you think, angel?” he asked, turning his gaze back to you. “Should we let you come already?”

You nodded, eyes darting between the two of them. “Yes… I need to come.”

Azriel looked back at Eris with a smirk. “Make her come, Vanserra.”

Eris didn’t waste a second. He lowered his mouth to your cunt again, and as much as Azriel wanted to be the one tasting you and making you squirm and moan, he couldn't deny how incredibly arousing it was to watch Eris Vanserra feast on you.

Your hand slipped into Azriel's, holding onto him as your breaths turned into pants. He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss while his other hand cupped your breast, skilled fingers teasing your nipple with practiced ease.

It was only a matter of moments before your body arched off the bed, your muscles tensing and trembling as you came on Eris’s tongue and fingers. Azriel swallowed your soft cries, unwilling to break the kiss just yet.

Only when you relaxed again did he pull back, at the same time Eris lifted his head. You were panting, one final whimper escaping your lips as Eris slowly pulled his fingers out of you. But just as he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, you reached out to stop him.

“Wait,” you urged. “Let Azriel do it.”

Both males froze. Azriel's eyes widened in surprise, Eris merely arched a brow.

“You want him to suck my fingers?”

“Yes.” You pushed yourself up slightly, a sly smile curving your lips. “Give him a chance to taste me.”

It was just an excuse, Azriel knew that. Why taste you from Eris's fingers when he could do it directly from the source? But he also knew that you loved watching them touch not just you, but each other as well.

It was how it had all started, after all. You had asked them if they could please kiss each other, at least once, to know what it felt like. It had taken a little convincing, but neither of them could ever say no to you. You'd asked again after that. Sometimes not only for a kiss. And sometimes, you didn't even have to ask.

“Fine,” Azriel grumbled.

You and Eris both stared at him, likely surprised he'd agreed so quickly. But after fucking Eris while he went down on you, licking his fingers didn't seem like such a big deal.

The Heir of Autumn turned toward him, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “Eager, Shadowsinger?”

“Shut up, Vanserra,” he growled back. “Just give me your damn hand.”

Eris opened his mouth to reply, but you spoke first.

“Boys, boys, please,” you said with a soft laugh. “No need to get heated over this, don't you think?”

“Sorry, my love,” they answered in unison.

They exchanged an awkward glance, but then Eris lifted his hand, his lips curling in amusement.

Azriel didn't let himself second-guess it as he grabbed the male's wrist and tugged him closer. He glanced at you—still smiling at them—one last time before sealing his lips around the two fingers Eris had buried inside you.

Your slick release still coated them, the familiar taste flooding his mouth, laced now with something distinctly Eris. His skin.

Azriel swirled his tongue around the long digits, torn between savoring it or getting it over with quickly. He could already hear the comments Eris was certainly holding back, especially when that small smile curved into a full grin. Azriel shot him a glare, sharp enough to silence any smug remarks, but Eris just arched an amused brow in response.

Even after Azriel pulled away, the two males exchanged a long, heated glance—only for your voice to pull them both back to earth.

“Beautiful,” you murmured, your hungry gaze sweeping over them. Azriel felt desire stir in his gut again, but you turned to Eris, nodding toward his still clothed form. “Don’t you think it’s time you took those off?”

Eris nodded instantly. “Of course, my darling.”

As he stood to undress, Azriel moved to take the spot Eris had just vacated—right between your legs, where he wanted to be. But you shifted first, flashing him a playful wink as you got on your hands and knees.

Azriel grinned, his hands sliding over your hips. “Is this how you want me?”

Eris, now fully naked, settled in front of you. “Us, Shadowsinger,” he corrected smoothly. “It’s how she wants us.” He caressed your cheek. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“C’mon, guys,” you mumbled, though there was a hint of amusement in your voice, “you know you don’t need to fight over me. Why don’t you kiss each other while fucking me to make up for it?”

Azriel didn’t particularly care about the first part of that suggestion. All he heard was your permission to fuck you, and he was more than ready bury his cock inside you.

Eris replied with something Azriel didn’t listen to, one hand already tightening around your waist while he lined himself up with your dripping folds. Just brushing his cock against your cunt made his breath hitch. But instead of pushing inside, he glanced up and met Eris’s eyes over your back.

Despite their differences and apparent dislike for each other, they’d developed a silent language since your mating ceremony—one that didn't need words. After Eris positioned himself in front of you, his cock brushing your parted lips, he gave a small nod. That was all he took.

They thrust forward in perfect unison.

Three moans echoed in the room—yours the loudest of all—as they filled you from both ends.

It was heaven.

It had only been a few days since Azriel last felt you clench around his cock, but fuck, he had missed it. Would always miss it. Frenzy or not, he loved you.

You took them so beautifully, every movement of your body pulling them deeper, every sound from your lips making Azriel want to come far too soon. Their rhythm was one they'd practiced and refined—measured thrusts, timed perfectly, all for your pleasure.

But even as Azriel focused on the feel of you wrapped around him he felt Eris's gaze lingering on him.

“You heard the lady,” Eris said, his voice strained as your mouth moved over his cock. “So what are we waiting for?”

Azriel lifted a brow, hips never slowing. “Eager to kiss me, Eris?”

The Autumn Heir faltered for just a beat before his thrusts resumed, amber eyes glinting. He leaned forward, sliding deeper into your mouth—not that you minded, judging by the muffled moan you gave—and leaned ever closer to Azriel.

“You suck my fingers and suddenly you use my first name?” he drawled.

Azriel blinked. He hadn’t even realized he'd said it. It had just come out naturally.

He wondered, briefly, how it would feel to hear Eris say his name in return.

“Shut up,” he muttered instead.

Still holding your waist with one hand, he reached up with the other and pulled Eris closer. Their mouths met in a heated, desperate kiss—both of them trying to take control, neither of them willing to give it.

The room filled with sound—skin on skin, soft gasps and muffled moans, the creak of the bed frame, and the wet, urgent heat of their kiss.

And as your body clenched around him and Eris's tongue slid against his, Azriel knew.

He was exactly where he was meant to be.

With his mate, and with whatever Eris Vanserra was starting to become.

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[ablobwhowrites]

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Sorry if this is annoying but idea to add onto yap since I love it so much it activated my 'I want to make ideas based off this...'

The moment the cookies get y/n to the other side...y/n is shocked at first but next thing they know...the cookies are spoiling y/n and taking complete care of them. Massages often to work out stress, having y/n just relax all day instead of work, kid cookies loving to hang out with y/n to color in coloring books with then or playing games with them...and when y/n has that office work instinct...to do paperwork and stuff...cookies work on that so fast...lol!

(this is going to happen in some time as the cookies are trying to find a way to get y/n into their world. And y/n is oblivious to it rn)

Y/n would be reluctant to rest. They would bascially have to have every single strongest cookie in earthbread to make them take one single rest day as everyday they have a need to do something. Cause trust me if y/n told the cookies that y/n is a workaholic, always having a urge to get things done and without fail y/n will secretly try to get more work done because it's due in two weeks and the work is just to send it in but y/n wants to redo the whole thing because they see one mistake on a paragraph and now y/n is forced to under one of the cookies watch because of y/n's tendency to forget to sleep or eat or anything except to work.

But when y/n finally decides to rest instead of working, y/n doesn't know how to really relax as when they do it's weird to them because what if someone needs help or if work needs to get done then what would happen if they don't. They really act like it's going to be that important but it's really not. Also the beast trying to steal y/n back to their domains kinda freaks out y/n so they mostly try to stay away from them. I do imagine y/n not being able to walk around in their new form became of cookies being flat so it's hard for them to go around places for right now so some cookies help out y/n to walk around because y/n will fall flat on their face again like last time. Dr bones of course is a worrywart about y/n's health after being transported to the cookies world so some daily checkups are made by them. Plus y/n is kinda a celebrity now on earthbread and off earthbread because like they are the baker and seeings that they are actually nice and friendly makes them really really popular.

Choco Werehound Brute hangs around y/n a lot more and does growl at other cookies who try to get to close (I love Choco Werehound Brute dude) as they help y/n around more and is kinda like a bodyguard for y/n. Choco Werehound brute also sometimes gets into fights with other cookies who are physically strong but when y/n comes around all of them act as if they weren't going to rip each other apart. Y/n's pets and basically all of y/n's personal belongings where transported to the cookies realm and y/n finds that kinda scary cause what does their parents think in the real world cause y/n basically is missing in that world but the cookies try not to dwell on that but y/n is scared of them for that reason but hey at least they got their pets with them and don't have to pay rent now (and in this au, earthbread is a actual place like other games and the cookies severed on of the many connections to the human world so y/n will have a tougher time getting back home if they tried.) y/n does get a little freaked out about that.

When y/n actually decides to let the cookies help them relax. 100%, Sauna Egg Cookie would help y/n relax at a nice bathhouse he works at and he will try his hardest to give y/n the relaxation they deserve and then after y/n will kinda be forced to do yoga with yoga cookie and y/n if actually freaked out about how bendy and flexible yoga cookie is. She is obviously do only simple yoga stretches and stuff but y/n is struggling because they worked at a office cubicle and have such a shitty posture sometimes and now it's coming to haunt them. Butter Pretzel Cookie will get y/n into doing some painting and even if y/n can't paint at all or is actually good at painting, she is putting that painting in the fanciest frame known to man and treasuring it for the rest of time but then she'll ask y/n to be her model and yeah that'll be y/n's whole evening. Starfruit Cookie would probably have y/n star gaze with her as she tells stories about constellations and things like that as y/n falls asleep. Y/n does like living here but at the same time wants to go home but they'll never let y/n leave, not now, not ever.

(that's it for my yapping session for today. If you guys like it and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[bbina]

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . reality

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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꩜ notes .ᐟ the godforsaken performance is here!! enjoy this wc of: 2.1k mostly wonbin's pov tew cus we need his pov

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today is the practical music department's practical exam. the day wonbin has been waiting for to come

for the past two weeks, wonbin has been composing, producing a song cover with his partner chaewon, who he had grown close with in such a short amount of time

then again, spending time together in a close quarters can do wonders to a relationship

wonbin's eyes scan through the not so empty auditorium. their practical exam also counts as a school event to show support for the students who are enrolled in the performance department so students are welcome to come and watch

"bin? you okay?" wonbin hears chaewon ask from behind. he scrunches his nose when he sees no familiar faces among the crowds. he then turns to chaewon and smiles at her

"yep. totally fine" wonbin smiles lazily

"are you expecting someone out there today?" chaewon quips, moving closer to the curtain to see the crowd herself

wonbin pauses for a second. was he expecting someone?

yes.

"no" wonbin shrugs. he ignores the weird feeling brewing in his stomach when he realizes that you won't come watch his performance

wait a minute, did he even tell you to come?

on the other side of the stage, sion and seunghan were making ruckus. mostly seunghan who was getting slight stage fright

"i think i'm gonna die out there" seunghan dramatically falls limp on sion who was busy setting up his bass guitar and fixing his music notes

"dude! just do it how we practiced yesterday" sion groans, pushing seunghan off of him.

"i'm nervous.. what if we get booed on" seunghan cries out. sion rolls his eyes in response, leaving seunghan alone to take a peek at the audience.

sion's eyes dart towards the seat he had reserved specifically for you. he had texted you earlier a picture of your seat and you simply replied that you can't wait much longer to watch them perform

"who are you looking for at this important time!" seunghan complains, resting his chin on top of sion's head as he also checks the audience

"y/n" sion simply replies

"WHAT?! YOU INVITED Y/N?!"

all students backstage (including wonbin) suddenly looked towards sion and seunghan's direction after his dumbass decided to scream at the top of his lungs.

wonbin's ears perk up at the mention of your name. he snaps his head towards seunghan's direction almost immediately

you were coming all along?

wonbin doesn't understand what he was feeling. was he suddenly excited? was he nervous? did he somehow get stage fright the second seunghan mentioned that you were going to attend the performance?

"wonbin!" chaewon claps her hands in front of his face. seems like he was in a trance

he looks at chaewon with his eyebrows raised, mouthing 'what?'

"the show is about to begin!" she exclaims, grabbing his hand and dragging him to their waiting room to patiently wait for their turn

. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

wonbin couldn't sit still knowing the fact that you were coming. after recent events, he's not sure if he wants to even look at you in the eye right now

he recalls your last text message to him that he had left on read. yeah, dick move on his part but he couldn't stand to see that you were right

friends don't kiss. friends don't make out. friends do not act like they're in a relationship

and yet, that’s the way you two have been for the past few months

unconsciously, wonbin looks through your old text messages. back when things weren't that complicated. for some reason, that puts him to ease. reading your sweet words that was for him and him alone

chaewon couldn't help but notice the change of demeanour. just a few moments ago, wonbin was all calm and collected but all of a sudden, he wasn't

like he was expecting someone

but she doesn't pry much. opting to leave him alone. which in retrospect, is what he needed at the moment

"next performance is kim chaewon and park wonbin. kim chaewon and park wonbin" a student producer walks in their waiting room to notify them about their cue

wonbin and chaewon both stand up from the couch. they exchange looks before wonbin reaches over for her hand, gripping them tightly as his own way of saying good luck

without another word, they walk out of their waiting room hand in hand as they head towards the stage.

seunghan, who was watching all their classmates on the side couldn't help but notice the two walk in hand in hand. he covers his mouth to prevent himself from gasping out loud seeing the sight before him.

wonbin and chaewon holding hands

he was already irritated with wonbin after finding out what happened between the two of you and now he sees this? maybe wonbin needs to hear what he has in his mind because this was definitely not it

and of course, like it was fate, you just had to walk in

"boo!" you scare seunghan, grabbing his shoulders. you are yet to see wonbin and chaewon who were literally meters away from the two of you

and then you do.

wonbin was holding hands with chaewon

the sight before you just broke your heart into pieces. your eyes widened as you make eye contact with wonbin. in an instant, he shrugs off chaewon, wiping his hands on the fabric of his pants but it was no use. you already saw it

you divert your attention back to seunghan, who was watching you the entire time

"good luck on the show, hanie!" you smile, patting his head before you motion that you'd be sitting with the audience

wonbin wanted to run after you. he wants to explain that it isn't what you think it is but he doesn't. he stands still, waiting for their names to be called up to the stage

instead, he stares at seunghan who was shaking his head before walking away

wonbin swallows hard, maybe he really did fuck up

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . .

you harshly wipe your tears on the way to your seat that sion had reserved for you. you told yourself you wouldn't care but seeing it up close and personal hits different

it was a brutal slap in the face by reality

when you finally get to your seat, it was wonbin's turn to perform

"next performers are kim chaewon and park wonbin" the host says onto the mic

wonbin and chaewon emerge to the stage. wonbin was carrying his signature sticker-filled guitar while chaewon was bringing the microphones

they take their seats on their own little set before they start singing

"the song we are going to sing is our own rendition of 'until i found you' by stephen sanchez" chaewon says into the mic

the crowd coos at her. you took it upon yourself to not roll your eyes because that was rude. she had nothing to do with your current situation so you couldn't put all the blame on her

they exchange looks before wonbin starts strumming on his guitar, promptly starting their performance

you start to think that coming here was a mistake but you remind yourself that you didn't come here for wonbin but for sion

throughout the song, you busied yourself with your phone. in your ears, it sounded like they were singing it to each other with the way they take turns on singing some parts

your mind drifts off to the night you and wonbin shared your first kiss. it was almost exactly like this very moment except you weren't singing with him but he was singing at you. your heart aches at the memory. what once was a beautiful memory is now ruined

i said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" i was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

you unconsciously looked up at the lyric and ultimately meeting wonbin's eyes. it was like he was singing that line to you directly but you knew better. the way chaewon was looking at him right now tells a different story

you shake your head lightly, not really expecting him to notice but unfortunately he does

wonbin almost forgets the chords he practiced for two whole weeks seeing your reaction to be like that but lucky for him, the song was already ending

and before he knows it, the crowd was already giving them their round of applause

"thank you guys for watching!" chaewon exclaims, waving to the crowd. the crowd screams at the action causing chaewon to blush. she turns to wonbin and smiles widely at him to which he promptly returns the smile

they link arms once more before they bow together in front of the audience and with that, they scurry off to the backstage

turns out it was seunghan and sion's turn after them so wonbin and chaewon bumped into the two

"good luck up there!" chaewon smiles at sion and seunghan who both politely smile back at their classmate

wonbin pats sion's back as his own way of saying good luck while he just stares at seunghan. seunghan purses his lips shut as he ushers sion up to the stage by pushing him

"calm your dick, seunghan! you're making me more nervous than i should!" sion grumbles, walking up to the stage the moment he hears their names being called by the host

"up next is oh sion and hong seunghan!"

wonbin decides to stay backstage, just next to the stage where he has a good view at your seat. he watches the way you have visibly lit up when sion and seunghan came up to the stage in contrast with him on stage earlier. you did not spare a single glance during his performance with chaewon

he gets it really after what's been going on between the two of you but for some unknown reason, it stings

wonbin feels someone grab onto his shoulder, it was chaewon

"i'll be with my girls after this. you'll be okay on your own?" she asks politely, checking her phone for the time

wonbin nods, ushering her away playfully

"yeah. i'll call you later" he says, bidding goodbye to the bob haired girl who giggles before walking away, "bye chae"

wonbin turns his attention back to you who's now filming the performance on stage. he couldn't help but frown. why was this bothering a lot more than it should

he made it loud and clear that you two were simply friends but what the fuck?

the performance of sion and seunghan end with again, a round of applause from the audience but wonbin can hear your voice loud and clear

"go kungkungsi! go hanie!"

kungkungsi... is that your nickname to sion now? you two are on nickname basis from just one date?, wonbin thought to himself bitterly. he pushes himself off the wall to walk away when sion and seunghan finally came back down from the stage

"congrats guys" wonbin smiles weakly at the two boys, careful not to draw any attention from sion in case he was clueless about the situation

seunghan simply nods while sion shows him a thumbs up, clearly tired too from his performance as he did play bass

wonbin turns around to walk away to head back to his waiting room to grab his things when he suddenly sees you. you were smiling so widely and waving like crazy

wonbin suddenly thinks a miracle had just occurred. were you not mad at him anymore that you were smiling and waving at him? so much that he slowly opened his arms only for you to walk past him directly and hugged sion and seunghan instead

okay. ouch

wonbin slowly turns his head but regrets it almost immediately when the sight before him was you hugging sion. you pull away from him to hand him something. wonbin can't really tell what it was but it kinda looked like ice cream

he watches the way sion bursts out laughing at your gift, like its some inside joke between the two of you cause what was so funny with mint chocolate ice cream of all things?

his thoughts however are disrupted when he hears chaewon calling his name again

"wonbin-ah!" chaewon calls from the other side of the backstage. he winces when he was caught up in this situation again where you are present. "the girls want you to join us. come on!" she yells out, waving her hand over

he looks at you instinctively, checking your reaction but to his surprise (and hurt), you had no reaction as you were too busy fooling around with sion and seunghan to even notice

with that, wonbin heaves a heavy sigh before he walks over to chaewon

before they leave backstage, he takes one more look at you

for the first time, you aren't looking back at him

and that hurt him. a lot more than it should.

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"she's a real gem huh?"

pairings - (possessive) Fontaine x blk reader

warnings - (18+ smut, minors dni!!) not proof read, car sex (dont know if I would consider this as public sex since it's in an empty parking lot but you have been warned!!), aave, use of the n word, make-up sex

authors note - heyy I've been so caught up with other shit that i almost forgot about Tumblr but i finally whipped something up after weeks of writers block but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

word count - 946

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!! )

possessive Fontaine 

You always knew Fontaine was the possessive type. Not the loud “yells at anyone who stares at you” kind of possessive. But the “I know I'm lucky” possessive. The type to plant hickeys all over your neck for other niggas to see when they're talking to you. he gets a kick outta the ones who stare at them for too long

You were at the bar with yoyo and slick. Fontaine decided not to go since in his words “he got other shit to do.” your main plan was to stick together incase some weird shit happens but after a few drinks that plan was dropped. Yoyo was dancing while slick was god knows where and now you’re chopping it up with some nigga that claimed to “know you from way back.”

“Yeah, you haven't changed a bit! Same eyes as your mama” the older man said. You laughed nervously as you looked around the atmosphere. The guy began to compliment you again and again. Comments like “you look just like ya mama” and “you've gotten so grown” made your skin crawl.

You look at your phone checking the time, but you ended up seeing missed calls from Fontaine. not just one, but Multiple. You looked around looking for Yoyo and slick knowing that if Fontaine called multiple times, it was something serious. 

The older man's words suddenly turned into mumbles as you looked around seeing Slick and Yoyo nowhere in sight. You look down at your phone worried as you start to call Fontaine but something stops you. The older male said something as you weren't paying attention and a tall broad man stood behind you. 

“Yeah, she's a real gem huh?” he agreed.

The dark male's voice sent chills down your spine causing you to turn your shoulders, face to face with your boyfriend. Fontaine didn't say anything to you. His low-lidded eyes said more than enough. As you walked outside you remembered Slick and Yoyo were still in the club. Or so you thought.

“What about yoyo and-”

“They left.” 

Fontaine didn't look at you. His hands in his pockets, eye facing straight ahead, it all worried you. But what worried you most was Yoyo and Slick leaving you at the club knowing what could have happened. Especially with the weirdo you were talking to. 

You both get into his car. As you look down on your lap you feel a heavy shake from Fontaines side of the car. You smack your thick lips. “Damn nigga you ain't needa slam the door that hard.” but he didn't say anything, let alone look at you. He was giving you the cold shoulder. 

 “..taine” cold shoulder again. You sigh deeply. The car ride home was quiet

Fontaine set the car to park and took his key out the car. Before he could open the door you grab his shoulder. “Fuck you touching me for?’ he mumbles. “Fontaine it wasn't what it looked like” Your hand laid on his shoulder. “So you at the bar flirting to some older nigga wasn't what it looked like?” he turns to you, his grills shining as his nose turns up in irritation. “No, it wasn't! And you know I wouldn't do that shit to you” your voice cracked. You didn't want Fontaine to be worried about you. You were a big girl and you didn't need some hood nigga taking care of you, but you also didn't want him to think you were someone to share around. “Then what was it?”

 You ended up telling him everything that happened. From the plan, to the creepy comments. You made sure to lay everything onto the table. 

“Why didn't you say shit at the club?” he sighs looking straight at the driver's wheel as he sucked his teeth. “ ‘cus I know you taine and ion need that type of attention on me.” your eyes stuck at your dress. “That dress giving you every type of attention” Your boyfriend examines your short dress with a deep breath and hand rubbing his beard. He thought you looked jaw dropping but knowing Fontaine, he wasn't gonna let you see him fold so quickly, especially after what just happened. What’d you expect? He's stubborn. You smile, “Whatchu meannnn..” you laugh as you cross your hands, looking at him from the side. 

And like that, flirting quickly turned to fucking. 

Fontaine's rough hands groping your titties, ass, and hips time and time again. His name leaves your thick lips over and over again. the car windows steaming with warm breaths of ecstasy.

“Ion won't no other nigga looking at you” Fontaine groins. “ion care if yo ass was green, don't no nigga need to be laying they eye on what's mine.” you nod, too breathless, too caught up with with the feeling of Fontaine's hands rubbing that spot on your clit. ‘I'm all yours taine” you finally sigh. Your legs shaking as you finally came. But the rhythm of Fontaine's hips continued. His hands gripping your ass as his head lays back. 

“Fontaine, i cant..” you hold his arm. ‘I know baby i know, just relax mama m’kay?” you nod lightly laying yourself on his chest. Your warm breath on his neck. “Where you want it baby?” Fontaine's raspy voice asked. You were so fucked out of it, you couldn't let out coherent words. “In…side..” you moaned as Fontaine came inside you.

“You got it all on my dress!” you yelled out quietly as Fontaine grabbed the house keys. “That’ll show dem weird niggas ya already fucking with someone.” you notice his grin from the side which made you smile.

He really made you feel like a gem tonight. 

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HeartBeat Sync Part 17

Part 16 Here

The Show Must Go On

Making her way behind her men to the backstage, she watched with pride as they took their positions on the stage. As she saw Yunho scratch his face before the curtain pulled up she realized...they didn't cover their marks up. She began to panic. All of her men turned to look at her with concern and she began pointing to the marks on her body. They looked amoungst each other and shrugged, making an obvious sign they didn't care what people thought.

She started pantomiming "Are you crazy?!"

They smirked and marched down the stage as the music cued up. Wooyoung shot her a wink before he walked down. Oh they were in big trouble.....

Y/N made sure to check social media feeds throughout the show and ATINY caught on really fast. Showing clips of Seonghwa's chair dance with his mark visible under his ponytail. Showing Yunho's hand gripping the microphone. Showing San in his leather vest with the zigzags extremely visible. Fuck.....

Halfway through the show they took a couple of minutes to check in with their soulmate as they had felt her panic the entire time. They all piped in.

"Honey it will be alright. The management is working on a PR plan remember?" "We've got this." "Now they know right?"

"I will give them a call right now." Hongjoong stepped away and put his phone to his ear. After a stream of Korean rapidly increasing in volume and speed coming from his mouth, he seemed to be leaving no room for management to say anything. Once the call concluded, he came over to the group.

"They are definitely not happy but they also admitted that they know the situation cannot be helped and how much it can hurt emotionally for new bonds to cover their soulmarks. They had a rough plan worked out. Now it has just been....accelerated. Firstly, we have to announce it at the concert tonight. Then a photoshoot to reveal our soulmate. Sorry baby."

Y/N nodded and squeezed his hand. "It's okay firebird. I knew it would come to this eventually. Maybe we can use it to our advantage to promote the album too?"

Hongjoong smirked and nodded. "That was their exact idea. You are a smart girl and I love you for it." He kissed her forehead. "Now that the time in the show for our talks with ATINY is up...it is now or never. Let's go guys."

Y/N began to tear up. "I am sorry to have caused all of this. I just hope they understand...."

The men all huddled around her in a group hug and shouted "NINE MAKES ONE TEAM!" She giggled, feeling a little better as she watched her beautiful men make their way back to the stage. With only the spotlights on them, San decided to be the one to speak up this time, since Hongjoong had been the one to announce his previously.

"Hello ATINY. We are so glad to have you here tonight." The crowd erupted in screams. "As I am sure you have noticed, we each have acquired a soul mark of our own. As you have shown us love over all of these years, I hope you will show her love as well." He looked at her backstage, smiling warmly. The crowd cooed at his sweet words.

Yeosang surprisingly stepped up next. "Yes, we all share a soulmate. I know there are many things that tie to us being together as destiny. This is just more proof of that." The crowd screamed.

Seonghwa cleared his throat and spoke. "We hope that you respect our privacy at this time and let us enjoy this bond which is brand new to all of us."

Wooyoung smiled and spoke, "We need all the chances we can get to learn about our girl."

Mingi spoke then, "We ask that you treat her with kindness because hurting her would hurt us." the crowd said awwwwwwww

Yunho nodded when his turn came up. "We will share what we can when we can, also based on what she is comfortable with. We won't share her with you tonight. For now we will keep her our little secret." he put a finger over his lips and the crowd screamed.

Jongho seemed to tear up and before he could speak, a sniffle came out and he shook his head. He seemed too overcome to speak, waving his hand for Hongjoong to take his turn. The crowd gave sounds of sympathy for him.

"Well, ATINY, we love you so much and thank you for letting us share another piece of ourselves with you. Now let's rock!" Hongjoong began jumping around stage as the intro to their new song Panic came through the speakers.

Y/N hoped that ATINY wouldn't give her guys too rough of a time with their relationship. She decided to bask in the glow of the announcement and check social media when her potential distress wouldn't distract the guys.

The rest of the show went flawlessly and the excitement could be felt from all of them through the bond. She poured all of her love and support through the bond and they seemed to ramp up the energy in response.

The show went great and everyone seemed to have a great time. Afterwards all her guys came up to her covered in sweat and gave her another group huddle hug.

"I love you guys but you are gross!" she giggled and squirmed out of the middle of the pile.

Y/N ran to the dressing room to escape them and went to sit on one of the sofas. Suddenly Wooyoung burst through the door.

"AH!" she exclaimed.

"So you can't handle a bit of my sweat, hmm? Come here baby.." he laid on top of her on the sofa and she squealed. "Woo stop!"

After the other guys slowly came back into the room and saw the chaos ensuing, they chuckled to themselves. Before they could intervene, Y/N had Wooyoung pinned to the sofa. "Didn't we talk about being a good boy? Do you want to mess up your reward?"

Wooyoung instantly got wide-eyed and gently crawled out from under her. "No ma'am. Sorry."

The guys snickered at his submission but he mumbled for them to shut up before going to the washroom to take a shower and change his clothes. They each took turns following him to get out of their makeup and costumes. Y/N appreciated the tan skin and natural look so much. She wished they could do it more.

"We need to get back to the suite and rest because we need to wake up earlier for the flight to New York." Hongjoong flexed his leadership muscles once again. Once everyone was done cleaning up, they all filed out and headed towards the meet and greet location. Y/N had forgotten this part.

"Now that the secret is out baby we gotta hide you." Mingi said. "Go ahead to the hotel and we will meet you there. I love you." He kissed her tenderly on the lips and the rest of the boys followed suit.

"It will all be better soon when we don't have to hide honey." San said. "I will miss you."

With that the boys went to the left for the meet and greet and Hat Guy escorted her to the parking garage. Hopefully this would all be alright soon.

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[love--and--venom]

Dead Man Walking: Chapter Eight

Summary: After letting you calm down for a bit, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Felix talk you through your frustrations. Ultimately, they decide that a group meeting is needed to clear the air. It gets tense, but a confession from one of the members leads to new beginnings.

Garrett confronts Shane about his recent behavior, scolding the younger man for allowing a new girlfriend to distract him.

Warnings: everyone's emotionally constipated, slight jealousy, vague threats of violence

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Yunho and Seonghwa let you mope in the unoccupied office for a couple hours before they decided it was time for a talk. They, along with Felix, approached the still-closed door and knocked quietly. Inside, you were in the same position that you took hours ago: curled up in the corner with your knees to your chest, hiding your face in your arms.

“What?” Your irritated voice was muffled through the door. Yunho shared a concerned look with the other two before cracking open the door just enough to poke his head inside.

“Hey, it’s me, Seonghwa, and Felix. Can we come in?” He scanned the small office and furrowed his brows when he couldn’t find you.

“Sure,” you flatly agreed. He entered first, followed by Felix, then Seonghwa, who softly shut the door behind him. Yunho peered over the desk, sighing heavily once he saw you huddled in the corner. He sat on your right, Seonghwa to your left, and Felix directly in front of you, close enough that you could feel their body heat. Some people got more anxious when in a confined space, but oddly enough, it helped calm your nerves.

“Are you okay, tiny?” Yunho asked softly. Your shoulders began to shake and you curled tighter on yourself, digging your nails into your jeans. Being asked 'are you okay' never failed to make things worse.

“Not really,” you admitted with a slight crack to your voice. 

“Is it alright if I touch you?” Seonghwa asked, knowing that it could set you off more if he did so without permission. Rather than answering verbally, you crawled into his lap, sitting between his legs and burying your face in his neck. You clung to him while the other two ran soothing circles on your knee and on the back of your neck. 

“Seonghwa and Yunho tore into the others after you left,” Felix told you after he felt the tension release from your body.

“You did?” You sat up, looking at Seonghwa, then behind you at Yunho, with wide eyes.

“It’s not fair for them to expect you to stay inside the office forever,” Yunho shrugged.

“I kinda figured you’d feel guilty if we all risked our lives out there while you got to hide,” Seonghwa chimed in with his scarily accurate opinion.

“Y-Yeah, I would. I just don’t understand why they’re insisting on it,” you sighed as your shoulders deflated. “It’s not because I’m a girl, is it?”

“What? No, of course not,” Felix immediately denied. You groaned loudly, pushing the heels of your hands to your eyes.

“Then why?”

“Y/N, I think it would be best if you asked them that question.” Seonghwa paused, biting his bottom lip and drumming his fingers on your knee. “Maybe it’s time for us to clear some things up as a group.”

“You’re right,” Yunho agreed while standing. “I’ll get everyone to the main room, then come back for you guys.” He left your office before you could protest.

“They better not try to pull that ‘we can’t risk your safety’ bullshit again,” you muttered angrily, but relaxed into Seonghwa’s chest. 

“We’ll make sure they actually explain themselves,” he assured you while resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I know you’re frustrated, but you can’t shut us out again,” Felix urged with a squeeze of your hand.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry–”

“You don’t need to apologize,” the blonde gently interrupted. “You know, they’ve done this before with Jeongin.”

“Why? Cus he’s the youngest?”

“Yup, Chan especially was very protective over him and didn’t want him going on runs,” Seonghwa explained. “Jeongin ended up ignoring him for a week before they were able to talk it out.”

“I see,” you hummed, gaze flicking between the two with furrowed brows. “You guys and Yunho will back me up?”

“Of course–”

“Hey, we’re ready,” Yunho announced, poking his head in your office and cutting off Seonghwa. The latter patted your knee, signalling it was time to move. You reluctantly got up and the four of you headed to the main room, where the rest of the group was already sitting in a haphazard circle. Felix moved to sit with Hyunjin while Yunho and Seonghwa sat on either side of you.

“Okay,” San started awkwardly, clearing his throat before continuing. “Y/N, I owe an apology to you and to Changbin. I shouldn’t have gotten so aggressive, and I’m sorry.” 

“We’re good, man,” Changbin replied, scooting from his spot next to Wooyoung over to San. He squeezed the older boy’s shoulder, and San reached up to pat his hand reassuringly.

“Well I’m not good,” you stated, hugging your knees to your chest again. “I seriously don’t understand why it’s such a big deal for me to go on runs.”

“It’s a big deal cus it’s putting your safe–”

“Don’t, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa interrupted the leader with a tired glare. 

“I don’t want to hear that excuse again,” you demanded. “I want to know the real reason why it’s okay for you all to go out there but not me.”

“Come on, that’s not fair,” Jisung protested.

“Seriously, Jisung? You, too?” You grumbled while dropping your forehead to your knees. 

“It is fair, though. She deserves to know why you’re treating her differently than the rest of us,” Seonghwa defended while Yunho rubbed between your shoulder blades.

“You gotta stop hiding, tiny,” Yunho whispered. You huffed, but lifted your head back up so you could see everyone.

“When did you three get so close?” Jeongin questioned, narrowing his eyes at the lack of space between you and the two older boys.

“That’s not what we’re here to discuss,” Seonghwa asserted, drawing the attention back to you. “Tell her the truth.” Hongjoong stiffened at the underlying meaning behind those words, sharing a wide-eyed look with San. 

“That!” You pointed between the two of them. “What the hell was that? What are you hiding from me?” San gaped at you, nervously opening and closing a pocket knife.

“We’re not–”

“Enough,” Hongjoong sighed, ignoring the various panicked glares being sent his way. “You want to know why we’re being so protective?”

“Yes! Please, just tell me.”

“We like you. All of us.” You stared incredulously at the younger leader, utterly confused.

“Yeah? I mean, I like you guys, too, but I don’t–”

“Y/N,” Chris spoke up. “Not like that.” You turned desperately between Yunho and Seonghwa.

“Oh, tiny, you are so oblivious,” Yunho laughed, hiding it with a cough when you glared at him.

“What are you talking about?!” You flopped onto your back, throwing your arms over your face. “None of you are making sense! And what’s with all the sudden affection and pet names?!”

“Since no one else wants to say it,” Seonghwa began while poking your side, making you reflexively jerk away from him so your shoulder hit Yunho’s thigh.

“I literally just said it.”

“Since no one else wants to,” Seonghwa emphasized dramatically, making Hongjoong roll his eyes. “I’ll take the honor of telling you that all of us are interested in you, romantically.” You bolted upright, gawking at his satisfied expression.

“What?!”

“And sexually.” Your eyes darted over to Wooyoung, who wiggled his eyebrows at you with a smug grin.

“What?!” Your voice pitched up several octaves. Most of the younger members had to stifle their giggles at your reaction.

“Have you ever wanted sixteen boyfriends?” Hyunjin asked since he was the first to compose himself. You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“The thought hasn’t crossed my mind, no,” you retorted. “Is that why you don’t want me going on runs?”

“Pretty much,” San confirmed. Goddamn him and his dimples, it made it very difficult to stay mad at him.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “None of you want me going on runs because, somehow, all of you like-like me.”

“Like-like? What, are we in middle school?” Hyunjin teased, raising his hands in surrender at your glare.

“I’m being serious.”

“So are we,” Chan stepped in. “It’s a completely selfish reason, but that’s the truth.” 

“I’m still mad at you, but we’ll come back to that later, cus seriously,” you backtracked. “How the hell would this even work?”

“Not much changes except we get to kiss you,” Yeosang chimed in.

“And cuddle,” Jeongin added. 

“Dude, we do that anyway,” Wooyoung laughed and lightly shoved the youngest member, who retaliated with a kick to his knee. “Ow! You little shit–”

“Okay!” You clapped to break up the squabble. “This is going to take some work, and I don’t want to get special treatment, but what the hell. Let’s try it.” The room erupted with cheers and high-fives. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re definitely getting special treatment,” Seonghwa nudged you with his elbow.

“You know what I mean, Seonghwa,” you shook your head with a smile blooming on your face. Wooyoung snuck up to wrap his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“You have sixteen boyfriends now. And your boyfriends are all boyfriends,” he rambled on while you turned to Chris, who had just sat in front of you.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He smiled affectionately as you were pulled into a conversation with the 00z, which was interrupted by your sudden realization.

“Hold on, since when were you all boyfriends??”

“We’re not,” Minho deadpanned, casting a sideways glance at Wooyoung. The younger grinned mischievously, tapping his fingers together like a cartoon villain.

“Not yet.”

“AYO?!”

Garrett stormed through his camp, heading for one very specific tent. Everyone jumped out of his way with how pissed off he looked, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath. He barged into the tent.

“Hey, man! You ever heard of knockin’?!” Shane yelled as he covered himself and the girl beneath him with a blanket.

“Cut the shit. You ditched your run for her?”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” The younger man glared at his leader while the girl in question propped her chin on his shoulder. 

“It means you’re lettin’ that bitch distract you! I taught you better than that, boy,” Garrett scolded, turning slightly red in the face.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth. That’s my girl you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Your girl, huh? Like she wouldn’t leave you if someone stronger came ‘round,” Garrett scoffed, shaking his head with his thumbs tucked in his belt loops. 

“Shut the hell up! God, you sound just like my dad,” Shane groaned. He ran a hand through his hair, wiping the excess oil onto the blanket. He glared at the ceiling of the tent before turning back to Garrett with a smirk. “You know what I did to my old man, dontcha?”

“You threatenin’ me, punk?” 

“Dunno. Am I?” The two stared each other down while the girl hid her laughter behind Shane’s shoulder.

“Get your head on straight, ya hear me?” Garrett warned, pointing a finger at the younger man before stalking back out of the tent.

“Is he always that dramatic?” The girl asked once his footsteps faded. Shane hummed with a nod. “And you have to listen to that asshole?”

“Yeah, for now.”

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

Objective: Teenage Dreams.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Tags: Pride month, bisexual Wanda, mutual pining, canon divergence, lesbian Natasha.

A/n: My gift before pride ends lol, it a little rushed but uhh... I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. It's kind of a crack fic honestly, just good vibe for ye gays :D (Ps. sorry if there are mistakes I kind rushed this andd it's been a while.)

Summary: It's pride month and Wanda still hasn't made her move. Being the self-proclaimed greatest ally, Y/n and two other decided to give them a push.

On lazy days like these, Wanda usually spends it by reading a book, maybe binge watching some shows. Other times she spends it with her brother, but ever since joining the Avengers, Pietro has made it his ultimate goal to have Steve Roger's physique. He trained almost day and night, honestly Wanda could enter the gym at 9 in the morning finding her brother in the middle of a workout, and by the time she was finished he was still there.

Often time he was also with her best friend, who is now his gym buddy, Y/n Romanoff. Who was just as much of a gym rat as Pietro. Honestly, the amount of time they stare at themselves in the mirror was concerning. She's almost sure she had passed a video on social media featuring them titled; 'How to train like an Avenger'

So nowadays she spends her free time alone, even though she wishes she could spend it with a certain beautiful redhead-

Although it wasn't all that bad. Wanda had found a new fixation to spend her time on. Which was Fanfictions.

Now how does one stumbles upon this... wonderful world you might ask? Well for Wanda it started when she was watching a new TV Show she had recently discovered called, The 100. It was fun until they killed off one of her favorite character, Lexa. Wanda naturally dropped the show in an instant. During one of her rants to one of the new recruits, Kate Bishop then sent her a link leading to a website followed a text that read; "The showrunners might break your heart, but fanfiction authors will be there to pick up the pieces."

And Wanda... Fell down the rabbit hole from there.

At first all she searched was merely about wlw couples on her favorite movies and shows, like that one Supergirl TV show she had been recently watching. Or that one cute show called 'Everything Sucks' that got canceled after one season. Basically any wlw couples she started to like, but couldn't be explored due to the showrunners being a pus-

It didn't matter, she founded the holy-site that held all the stories in the world. Then, when she found nothing else to read there, it lead her journey to... a site that shares the same name as drinking bottle; Tumblr. Minus the 'e'.

The site gave her access to a whole new world and whole lot more stories. It was on this website that she found out there was a whole fandom for the Avengers, and many stories was written about them in different scenarios. Sometimes it was cute, other times it was... questionable-

You can't really blame her, can't you? Her name and the word mommy was basically inseparable on this site.

This was where she learned that people have also been 'shipping' one Avenger and the other. Curiosity got the better of the witch when she started to search herself... and a certain former Russian spy. She was surprised to see how many stories were written about them here. Wanda... may have gotten a little out of hand.

This was her guilty pleasure. Reading stories about her crush and herself in a scenario instead of actually trying to talk to her. Can you blame her though? She was what the internet describes as a 'Loser Lesbian'.

The little voice in her head prefers the word 'Useless Lesbian', which wasn't even accurate as she mostly resonates more with Bisexuality-

"Happy gay month, cus you know you bi and stuff!" Ah there it is, the 'little voice' burst through her door unannounced, causing Wanda to yelp and quickly shut her laptop close to hide her 'shameful' activity.

Wanda glared at the young Romanoff who was carrying 3 different items in his hand and approaching her on the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with-"

"Here, I got you a gay balloon cus it got all the color because it's GAY."

"Y/n-" She reluctantly takes the balloon.

"And I gotchu a vinyl album with that Sweater Weather song cus you Bi." He handed her the vinyl, how thoughtful.

"Ok-"

Lastly, "And I baked you a cake that says, 'BeeEE who yoOOUUu aaRREEE, for YooUURE PRiiiDEEEEeeeEE'" He sang the word off tune.

"Ok- Thank you... Uhm-" She grabs all the items and looks at them with confusion. "This is..." Wanda furrowed her eyes at her friend. "Why- Why did you do this, why are you doing this??"

"You know... Cus you're Bi!"

"I'm well aware of that fact."

"Well my dearest Wanda, in this holy month of June I have a very important mission to accomplish." The young Romanoff suddenly jumps on her bed and dramatically opens his arms as if he was some kind of showman. "I'm gonna get you a woman!"

The youngest Maximoff cringes her face and with a flick of her wrist she knock the soldier off her bed, earning a high pitch scream from him. "First of all, you can't get a woman for yourself how do you expect to get me a girlfriend."

"I have plenty of girls!" He said rather defensively as he sat up on the floor.

"And second, why is this so important to you?"

"What you don't want a girlfriend?"

"I still like guys you know."

He rolled his eyes, "I know that, but you always told me you wanted to try dating girls."

"Not just girls... a girl-" She mumbles.

"What was that?" The man raised a teasing eyebrow.

"Nothing! Now shut up, you haven't answered my question." Wanda said while huffing and crossing her arms.

"Because my dearest friend being Bisexual is one thing, but being bi yourself is just sad-" That statement earned him a rightful pillow thrown at him at full speed. Which he thankfully manages to deflect this time with his reflex.

Wanda then groans and plops on her bed. "You're not going to stop, are you?"

"Nope." Y/n even popped the 'p' to emphasize his point. With a roll of her eyes, Wanda agrees with an exaggerated fine and he joined her on the bed with a grin. "Now, first thing on the list is we need to get you some new clothes."

Wanda hastily sat up looked down at her current outfit and glanced at the mirror in her room. She gave him a stinky eye. "What's wrong with my clothes??" This rude bitch-

"Nothing..." Y/n said rather sassily, "I just... think it might need a little spice is all." Without asking for her permission, Y/n grabs her laptop out of her reach and opens it. "I was thinking we could- WHOAAA..."

"What's- NO!" Her eyes widens in panic has her dirty little secret have been exposed. The witch lunges herself to him only for the young super soldier to hold out a hand to keep her at a distance while staring bewildered at the screen before him. "GIVE IT BACK."

"OH MY GOD???? YOu into this shit?!!" Oh the young Romanoff was having the time of his life. He grinned as he looked at what the story was about, "Natasha Romanoff x Reader? Ohhh ho HO, you really llike her huh-?"

"Y/n I swear to god, GIVE IT BACK." She yelled, Wanda was fucking furious. She already had an annoying brother to deal with, what was she thinking adding Y/n into the mix.

"I want to see your blog." It was like she was seeing red, blood thumping in her brain.

Wanda screeched like a maniac, suddenly overpowering the super soldier. She was practically sitting on top of him wrestling with the now closed laptop, Y/n hugged the laptop close. "Y/N I WILL KILL YOU!"

"I JUST WANT TO SEE!"

"NEVER!" Their screaming was probably heard all over the compound as they wrestle for Wanda's laptop. However, a stern voice stopped their childish fight.

"Enough, both of you!" The two whipped their head to the door to see Natasha crossing her arms and looking at them expectantly. The two scurry off of each other and Wanda made a final yank on her laptop out of his reach. The two stood up like guilty children caught in a fight.

"He took my laptop without permission." Wanda spoke up before Y/n could open his mouth. The look of betrayal on his face brings pleasure to Wanda as Natasha's anger was now directed to him.

"You-"

"Y/n, you know better than to take other people's personal things." Natasha glared at her little brother.

"You're just going to believe her right out of the gate?!" He retorted.

"It's the truth!" Wanda said while hugging her laptop tightly.

"You little snitch-" The super soldier turned to face her challengingly. Before the two were about to enter yet another screaming match, Natasha's stern voice puts them in their place once again.

"You two are acting like children. I have enough of this, Y/n if you don't stop this childish nonsense I'll have you grounded from any missions."

"You can't do that?!" His eyes practically bulge out of it's eye socket.

"I can, and I will." Natasha's death stare easily intimidates him as he quickly mumbles an apology to Wanda. The spy's gaze turned to the witch with soft and caring look, unlike the one she gave to her sibling. "Wanda, if he gives you anymore trouble you let me know ok?"

"Thank you, Natasha." Wanda said shyly, a faint blush visible on her cheek. The redhead smiled at her before giving one last glare to Y/n and left to god-knows-where.

It was so painfully obvious that the two liked each other. Except the only one that fail to realize that is themselves. Operation Scarlet Widow was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated, Y/n might need a little backup.

"I seriously don't get why you can't just ask her out instead of reading a bunch of stories-"

This annoying fuck- "DON'T talk to me about that!" She suddenly uses her powers to float him out of her room. "I don't wanna hear about it-" She practically throws him out, Y/n lies on the floor while looking at his friend bewildered. Wanda gave one last glare and shuts the door on his face.

"But-"

"And stay out!" Her voice yelled from inside the room.

Being the annoying friend that he is, he got onto his feet and proceeds to bug the shit out of the witch. Y/n started with those gentle knocks on the door. "Honeyyy-" He teased her.

"Ohmyfuckinggod. Don't call me that!" Wanda yells again. Y/n snickers at her response.

"Wanda, come on..." He knocks again, hearing no response the soldier knocks on the door harder. "You can't hide forever, come out!"

"Jokes on you, I already am!"

"Not what I meant, but ok!" He snickers again, clearly Wanda would not be opening the door anytime soon. He makes his way to the gym to recruit some people who shall help him in this mission.

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Upon entering the training grounds, Y/n found Yelena and Pietro in the middle of a sparring session. Only these two would spend their Sundays training.

"Dearest Brother, nice of you to join us." Of course Yelena would know it was him, despite having her back facing Y/n.

"Let me know when you want to spar with someone who can actually throw a punch." The soldier said with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Romanoff!" The silver-haired speedster gave him the finger before focusing back on his opponent. "You're the one who's lacking, I thought super soldiers could do this all day?"

Y/n scoffed, "Oh please, I can take you down without breaking a sweat. You rely mostly on your powers."

"Barf, are you going to keep bothering us or join us?" Yelena said with a roll of her eyes, using the distraction Pietro surges forward in an attempt to tackle Yelena. Although she may not have powers, her skills were beyond his years. Using the techniques taught by none other than her own sister, Yelena manages to take down the speedster with ease.

"Hah!" She snorted seeing Pietro with his face on the ground and tapping the floor to announce his defeat. Yelena gets off of him with a smirk on her face.

"Oh come on! If this was a real fight you know you wouldn't stand a chance." The speedster grumbles.

"I'm not denying that, but take that power away and you're just another damsel in distress."

Pietro narrowed his eyes. In the midst of her overconfidence, he uses his powers to knock Yelena on the feet, causing her to fall backwards onto her ass. Normally, her instinct would've kicked in and she would prepare for the fall, but this time Pietro stands in triumph while crossing his arms with a smirk on his face.

"Bitch." Yelena mumbles in Russian before dusting herself off.

"Now if you're both finished, I would like to make an offering." Y/n said while putting his fingers together like some menace business man with bad intention.

"You want to steal Tony's car and do a high speed race on the highway? I call dibs on the Mclaren." Yelena spoke up.

"So long as I get the Ferrari-" Pietro chimes in.

"No, but we'll get back into that because I always wanted to try his Audi. What I have is, how would you feel on playing cupid for our dearest sisters?" Yelena only raises an eyebrow while Pietro squints his eyes.

"I am getting sick of seeing them practically eye-fucking each other at the gym." Yelena started.

"Hey, that's my little sister." Pietro said while puffing his chest out playing the overprotective big brother role.

Yelena rolled her eyes, "She's 27 dipshit, and you're only 12 minutes older."

"Still my little sister..."

"Look we can all agree that these two needs to sort out their feelings, and since the two are completely useless as one is an idiot who thinks staring will magically get her a date. And the other has deep traumatic issues where she struggles to have proper relationship due to her upbringing. I'd say, maybe they need a little third party help?" Y/n opens his arms as if to wait if any of the two objects.

"And how do you plan on pulling this off?" Yelena asked.

"I was hoping you might help me figure that out." Y/n threw back the question. Yelena rolled her eyes.

"So you came to us for help empty handed?"

"Well I would argue dedication and sheer will counts for something." Y/n puffed out his chest, he clearly has nothing.

"We don't even know if Natasha likes Wanda back." Pietro chimes in, which earns him a raised eyebrow from the two Russians.

"It's hard to miss."

"Yeah, I can see the oblivious genes runs in the Maximoff's."

Maybe it was less obvious to someone who was not close to Natasha, she was a trained spy overall. And these two were practically raised to be more observant than others. Or that could just be the oblivious Maximoff genes.

"All I know is, Wanda has had this crush ever since she stole Natasha's jacket."

Y/n furrowed his eyebrows at Pietro. "Wasn't that like... a year ago with Ultron?" Yelena barks out a laugh, "You mean to tell me she's been pinning on Natasha for a year??"

Pietro shrugs his shoulders and smirked, "Wanda has bigger pool, but I'm the one getting all the girls."

"Barf-" Yelena said while fake gagging, earning a jab on the rib by Pietro. "If we want a shot for our dearest love birds we have to be quick, cause I'm noticing a certain android having his eyes on Wanda."

"Who, the toaster?" Pietro said while cringing his face.

"Ok... I can see you don't seem so fond of the guy, and Vision's not so bad y'know-" Y/n said, it's not that he was close with Vision. But he didn't understand why Pietro would look so utterly disgusted.

"No, he's not bad. But if this works out, you and I would be brothers for real, y'know?"

Damn... This was true brotherhood. "Bro..."

"Bro..."

The two hugged like it was something out of a bromance movie. Yelena could only watch with her arms crossed, wondering what the fuck was going on. However, while the two gym rats were having their moment, a plan formed in her mind.

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The trio sprang into action in an instant, ordering a bunch of pizzas, heading to the city to grab some supplies, thankfully alcohols were already taken cared of.

"Ok! Now we just need everybody here." Y/n said with a satisfied grin whilst taking a shot to give himself a head start. Yelena mimicked his movement and so did Pietro.

"FRIDAY, assemble the team to the common room." The AI gave Pietro the acknowledgement, soon enough the team entered the common room with a confused look.

"What's going on?" Steve was first to spoke up as he looked around the decorated room with food and beverages.

Wanda glances to a certain redhead a few meters away from her, Natasha initially had a bored look on her face, arms crossed, and was probably mentally preparing herself to whatever the hell her siblings had in mind. And it was as if the spy felt a pair of eyes on her she looked to the side and locked eyes with Wanda, instantly, the corner of Natasha's mouth pulled into a tiny smile and a small shrug.

Wanda blushed instantly and turned her gaze to the floor, tucking a hair behind her ear. The trio, saw this and glances at one another.

"Well dearest teammates." Y/n started, taking a microphone and speaking to it as if he was an mc. "Tonight will be the night-"

"What's with the mic, Y/n?" Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes.

"I was getting there," He responded while putting his hand up, "Tonight Is the night we let loose!" He whooped, yet the only one cheered with him was Pietro.

"Seriously?" Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n scoffed at his teammates, looking at all the low faces and annoyed faces. "Sam! Come on, you're always game." He asked, needing ATLEAST someone to be in it.

Sam sighed, "Man, I would but honestly I was looking forward to sleep early tonight." Y/n looked at him as if his heart had been stabbed.

"Wanda??" He asked his best friend, and Wanda groaned at him. Oh this was a rough start.

"Honestly, I'm in the mood for some me time and not... whatever this is." She replied indicating to the alcohol bottles on the table.

"Sorry kid, looks like everyone is super tired." Steve added with a pity look, "Maybe next time plan things out."

"But that's boring!" Pietro exclaimed, and speeds to every single one handing out a shot glass filled with vodka.

"It's not just any normal drinking night, there's singing involved." Yelena finally chimed in while dunking another shot.

"Yelena, you can't possibly be part of this." Natasha asked her sister, and Yelena shrugged in respond.

"Any reason to grab Tony's alcohol is as good as any." The blonde replied.

Everyone glanced at one another, shot glass in hand, contemplating their decision. "Think of it like a team bonding." Y/n talked again, he cocked his head at Yelena who turns on a song and a familiar tune started playing, a song that would get anyone from any generation dancing (excluding Steve, perhaps). Dancing Queen by Abba.

Y/n had a goofy grin on his face, dancing into the tune, Pietro followed through while Yelena occasionally bopped her head. Sam was the first to grow a grin on his face. Steve, Natasha and Wanda looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's Abba!" The falcon said as a matter of factly, he then downed in shot.

"That's the spirit!" Y/n said excited as Sam danced to his direction.

Hesitantly, cap started to walk forward earning a disbelief gasp from Natasha. "Rogers, really...?"

"I mean, I really did enjoyed Mama Mia...." The American boy said with a sheepish smile.

As soon as the lyric's intro came in, Y/n puts an arm around Steve with a microphone in hand. "You can dance!"

"You can jive!" Sam pulled the microphone to himself.

"Having the time of your life!" Those who were already in the circle sang simultaneously, Natasha rolled her eyes but if you squint you could see a tiny smile there. Meanwhile Wanda shifted closer to Natasha watching the group in amusement.

"See that girl!" Y/n pointed at the two, and the other followed. "Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen." He sang, "Come on dancing queens get in here!"

Natasha shook her head fondly, holding back a smile.

"Wanda, Wanda, I know you want to join us girrlll..." Y/n said playfully to his best friend, the boys and Yelena were beckoning her to join. Natasha looked to her side and true enough, Wanda was biting her lips, contemplating whether or not she should join. "You like this song don't lie! Natasha, help me out." Wanda did in fact like this song.

The way her body swayed subtly to the rhythm, her eyes glinting with anticipation, the only thing that's holding Wanda back was herself. Fuck it, Natasha thought to herself. She then held Wanda's arms and dragged her into the group who cheered when they joined. "Wha- Nat, no I-"

"Come on, little witch." Natasha said, turning to face Wanda and raised her shot glass. "Loosen up a bit."

God, Wanda couldn't decline, especially when her crushed smirked like that. They clinked their shot glass and downed their drinks.

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As the clock got closer to midnight, the more they drank, and the more they drank, the more chaotic it gets. The song they choose ranges to many different genres, in the beginning Pietro and Y/n mostly sang something boyish, like rap or rock. Then as the two gets progressively drunker they sang something what would be describe as 'Girly Pop'.

Steve sang some old 40s song, which was refreshing especially after hearing Y/n's off tune singing voice. Everybody except Natasha was surprised to hear Yelena singing American Pie wholeheartedly, Natasha even sat next to her and sang it with her briefly.

Although the highlight of the night was probably the time Yelena, Pietro and Y/n sang and dance to the song 'Wannabe' by Spice Girls. Natasha had to hid her face with her hand while Sam was laughing his ass off and leaning to Steve for support. Wanda was like a giggling maniac the whole time as she was secretly recording it for some black mailing material on her twin.

Mid-song, Yelena pulled her brother subtly and pushing a very drunk Pietro forward. "Take it for a spin, Maximoff!"

"So, here's a story from a to z-!" Pietro started rapping his part drunkenly.

"She's not drunk enough." Yelena said to Y/n who was trying to stable himself.

"Yep, the alcohol hasn't hit her yet, and Pietro's not going to be much help-" Y/n covered his mouth suddenly as he felt a vomit, he then answered after seeing Yelena's raised eyebrow. "Sorry- Don't worry I got this, hold a bottle."

"Slam your body down and wind it all around!" Pietro continued singing with Yelena twirling his ass in what this generation would describe as 'slay' manner, Y/n drunkenly sauntered over to Wanda who panicked when he started pulling her to the make shift stage.

"No- No, let me go, Y/n!" Wanda protested.

"Just take a shot and come with!" Y/n practically yanked her and they stumbled over to the middle of the living room. "Cheers!" He said while knocking his glass with hers and Wanda finally relents and knocked back her shot.

"-make it last forever, friendship never ends!" Y/n sang while putting an arm around his best friend, Wanda cringes at the bitter taste of the alcohol, she had a few drinks in already but she was never really fond at the taste of vodka.

"Wanda!" Yelena said, suddenly putting an arm around the her as well. "Oh, honey, you emptied your glass already."

"N-no, Yelena, I just dra-"

"Don't you worry, I got you." Yelena said while pouring her another shot, Wanda's eyes widens. She glances to the side and locked eyes with Natasha who raised a teasing eyebrow at her. "Yes, now we cling!" The blonde haired woman said while raising her glass.

Reluctantly, Wanda clinked their glass awkwardly and took a deep breath before taking another shot. She doesn't know how many shots she have taken from that moment, all she knew was that she felt like dancing.

Natasha watched as Wanda's dance move progressively become more fluid and at ease in contrast to her usual shy self. The spy smiled to herself, dance with her. Natasha shook her head at the impulsive thoughts. At some point during the song 'Teenage Dreams' by Katy Perry, Wanda was handed a mic by Yelena. Thankfully this time Wanda was drunk enough not to refuse, and instead grinned like a goof.

When Wanda sang the second verse, Natasha almost lost her breath because she sounded so... beautiful.

"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets."

Wanda sang with her eyes closed, smile on her face, swaying her body to the rhythm. "I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete." The witch opened her beautiful green eyes just to have a similar looking ones staring right back at her.

Wanda giddily approached Natasha and extend her hand, "Wanda-"

"Come onn, Tasha!" Wanda pleaded. Tasha, well that's new-

Natasha hesitantly looked around, the trio were holding onto each other while slurring to the song, Sam had passed out, and Steve... Well, he gave Natasha a knowing look before helping Sam up to his feet and gave Natasha a look that says 'Don't mess this up, Romanoff.' And walking off with a drunken Sam.

"We can dance, until we die. You and I..." Wanda sang waiting for Natasha to finally grab her hand, finally the spy relents and took the witch's offering hand. "-we'll be young forever!"

Wanda practically yanks Natasha into the middle of the living room.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!"

The younger woman puts a hand on Natasha's shoulder, swaying her hips while singing the lyrics. Natasha was unsure if she should put her hand on Wanda, keep it to the side, on Wanda's waist perhaps?

"My heart stops." The witch suddenly tilt Natasha's chin so their eyes meet. "When you look at me," Natasha's breath hitched in her throat, "just one touch...." And the rest of the lyrics seems to died on Natasha's ears as all she could see was a drunken state Wanda making her confession crystal clear.

Wanda turned and moved her body sensually against Natasha, without hesitation, the older woman puts a firm hand on Wanda's hips to guide her moves. Wanda shivered when she felt Natasha's hot breath on her ear. "Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans." She grabs Natasha's hand and trail it up her body, a silent plea to the older woman to touch her. "Be your teenage dream tonight..."

Fuck... if Natasha had no self-restraint, she would've taken Wanda here and there. "Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans" Wanda turns around to face Natasha again and this time the younger one guided Natasha's hand to rest on her thighs. "Be your teenage dream tonight...."

The song reached it's mini pause. Wanda, almost in desperation and system full of alcohol wrapped her arms around Natasha and leaned in til their nose was touching. "I want to kiss you so bad..." She whispered.

"I-" The redhead was at lost for words, her eyes looking deep into those beautiful green eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. Blown pupils were looking right back at her, slowly it travels down to Natasha's lips. Fuck this.

As soon as the song started again, Natasha gently cup Wanda's face with one hand and pulled her into a soft kiss. Oh Wanda's heart could explode right about now, for a second her mind became stone-cold sober so it could remember this moment properly. Wanda drops the microphone she was holding and puts her hand on the older woman's cheeks, using her thumb to caress her soft delicate skin.

"You make me, Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream The way you turn me on, I can't sleep Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

The two women were now lost in their own world, they failed to notice the cheers from their own respective (very drunk atm) siblings. Wanda was taller than Natasha, but she went on her tippy toes and wrapped her slender arms around the spy. Natasha craned her neck a little, smiling into the kiss, her arms securely on (her) the little witch's waist.

"My heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back."

Wanda felt like she was on cloud nine, feeling Natasha's soft lips on hers. Oh those sweet plump lips she's been day dreaming about for months, honestly, she felt like the main character in a movie. A teenager if you will in a coming off age movie, is this what Simon felt like from Love, Simon? The song was quite spot on, as Natasha made her feel like a teenager once again, or at least what she assumes a teenager would feel. She never really got to properly enjoyed her teenage years, but here she is. With the woman of her dreams.

"We're siblings for real!" They finally broke the kiss after hearing a drunken Y/n made the statement, arms on both Yelena and Pietro who were just as equally drunk as him. Pietro mimicked his sentence, and Yelena only nodded her head while occasionally raising her glass. Natasha and Wanda shared a look as they held each other, the spy snorted while her counterpart giggled at the scene.

It seems like the trio had put Katy Perry's song on shuffle, because the beat to 'Last Friday Night' started playing.

They started chanting "We did it!" matching their words to the tune of the song, the two couple shared a look.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Natasha asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, please." Wanda replied shyly before being dragged out of the living room by Natasha.

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The witch woke up groggily on her bed, her eyes needed time to adjust to the light that were peaking into her room. She groaned and fell back onto the bed with a thud, shielding herself from the light like a vampire allergic to it. "Ugh... what did Yelena put in my drinks." She grumbles.

All of the sudden everything came rushing back into her memory like a tidal wave. I kissed Natasha...

She hastily sat on her bed and looked around. She remembered they kissed, but... how did they end up here. Wanda remembered Natasha asking her to move out of the living room, oh my god did we slept together? The witch's face started to match her battle suit as she thought of the possibility, wish I could've remembered.

Her throat felt dry so she decided to grab herself some drinks in the kitchen. And to her surprise, Natasha was already there. Humming to herself and cooking breakfast, Wanda let in a sharp breath at the sight. Of course, being the trained spy that she is, Natasha greeted Wanda without having to turn around.

"Good morning, Wanda. Slept well?" Natasha asked kindly.

"I don't know how you do that." Wanda muttered.

The spy chuckles to herself, "What I was trained for, little witch. I already put a glass of water for you by the table. Bacon and eggs alright?"

Wanda glanced at the table and surely enough Natasha already prepped a big jug of water and a glass for her. "Oh thank you, you're a godsent..." The younger woman took a seat and dawned her water, and then also her second glass of water.

Natasha walked by her and set a plate for both herself and Wanda. "What a night was it?" She said with a hint of tease.

The brunette only nodded her head while drinking her water like it was the last one on earth. She dropped her glass with a sigh of relief and glances at Natasha, a faint blush appeared on her cheek almost immediately. Wanda cleared her throat before answering, "It was, thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome." She replied simply, her body still angled a little to the side, one arm propped on the head of the chair whilst staring intently at Wanda.

"Natasha, I..." Wanda started, oh god suddenly her throat feels dry again. The spy gave a small nod, urging her to continue. The younger woman started fidgeting with her finger. "I don't regret it," Wanda finally looks at her. "Kissing you, all of it, I don't regret any of it."

A smile tugged the corner of Natasha's lips, but before she could answer, Wanda started rambling on.

"B-but it's ok if you don't feel the same. Or that it was just a heat in the moment kind of thing."

"Wanda, relax." The older woman put a gentle hand on Wanda, she inhaled sharply at Natasha's action. "Listen... I'm no better at this. However, if your interested, I would like to take you out on a date." Natasha smiled at her, oh god, Wanda's heart was beating a mile minute. Wait, wait, she said date?

"I- Yes, I would love that." Wanda averted her gaze, the intensity of Natasha's green eyes was too much. The sheer intensity of the spy's gaze could turn her into a puddle of mess.

"Good, I've been dying to try this restaurant." Natasha said while turning her body now to face her breakfast, she took one bite of the bacon before continuing. "I hope Southeast Asian cuisine isn't too spicy for you." The spy said teasingly.

"Oh please, you underestimate me." Wanda responded with a slight bump of their shoulders, yet a question still lingers on her mind. "Hey uh... Sorry, I was just wondering. Did we uh... do anything?"

"What do you mean? We kissed." Natasha answered cluelessly.

"Yeah, but I remember you took me to my room. I couldn't remember anything from there, so... I was just wondering if we did anything." Wanda asked, her voice progressively gets more timid the more she explains.

"Hmmmm, like what? Watching a movie?" The spy said while looking up to the ceiling as if deep in thoughts, small smirk on her face.

"Tasha, stop messing around." Wanda said with a playful eyeroll.

"Tasha, huh? That's new." She continued to teased her little witch. Wanda playfully pouted her lips, of course Natasha couldn't help but give in to that. "Don't worry, little witch, nothing happened. I took you to your room, we made out for a little bit and before you finally fell a sleep in my arms. It was a adorable." Natasha added the last bit with a shrug and a smirk.

Wanda's face got increasingly red, "Ugh..." She groaned at hid her face in her hand. "I'm sorry."

"Don't hide that pretty face, as I said, it was adorable." Natasha pried away Wanda's hand, the witch relents and was greeting with a fond smile from Natasha. One she rarely saw, god she's so fucking beautiful.

And unfortunately for them, it had to be ruined by the trio... Again.

"Ughh.... my head-" Y/n groaned.

"I feel like skipping gym today." Pietro chimed in.

"Keep up." Yelena responded with a bored tone. She was sweating, probably went on a run.

Wanda and Natasha mentally cursed at themselves and returned to their own respective breakfast. The trio rummages through the kitchen, finding cereals and bowls, Yelena opted for an apple instead. They sat down across Natasha and Wanda, Y/n was first to point out the obvious of course.

"So...?" He asked them excitedly.

"So what?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.

Only for him to raised his eyebrow right back, "Did you guys shag?" Yelena piped in, Pietro groaned.

"No, don't answer that-" The older Maximoff covered his ears while Wanda shrunk in her seat.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Y/n yelled excitedly.

"First of all, we didn't." Natasha said firmly, "And second, I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Oh, but it is." The redhead narrowed her eyes at him, but it was too early to deal with her brother's antics.

"Look whatever you saw, zip it." Natasha stated, "I personally want to keep this under wrap, if this goes out to the press they're going to have a lot of questions and I don't want to deal with that."

"I'll second that." Wanda muttered, casting Natasha a grateful look to which the older woman smiled in response.

Y/n scoffed, "Whatever, I'm great at keeping secrets. Beside, I'm just glad the whole sexual tension can now be resolved-" He shuts up immediately upon seeing Natasha's glare.

After a few minutes of silence and eating their breakfast, Y/n's phone notification started going off like crazy. "Oh, Piet I think one of our videos got viral."

"Where let me see." Pietro leaned over to take a look, and upon opening the app, their eyes quickly widens. "Why would you upload that?!"

"I didn't! I must've- Fuck..." Y/n panicked, and by that, really panicked.

"What's going on?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing!" The two men said simultaneously, fuck... if Natasha finds out they're screwed. However, before they could delete the evidence, Natasha snatched the phone from her brother's hand. Wanda leaned closer to take a look and gasped. Yelena only snorted and excuse herself as she had an idea where this was going.

It was a footage of them, kissing, wrap up in each other's arms, lip tight in a passionate lock. Fuck, Katy Perry was right, Pictures of last night ended up online and they were screwed. "Y/n..." Natasha said warningly.

Without a second thought Y/n dashed away from the table with Pietro who zooms past him with his superspeed.

"I'll fucking kill you both!" Was Natasha's last word before hunting them down one by one.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Would it be alright of I request some headcannons for Chris x co-host reader? Where the reader enjoys the show/challenges the show puts the contestants through just as much as he does? Thx!! 💕

P.S. I really enjoy your writing!

Hi there! Absolutely! And thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing! 😊 Enjoy!

CHRIS MCLEAN X CO-HOST READER HEADCANONS

Regardless of how high your reputation was, this was still Chris’ show; you were lucky to be on it. 

If he thought you were hogging the spotlight for too long, he wouldn’t hesitate to interrupt you mid sentence.

Alike the man in question, you had your humble introduction, and screen time explaining the concept of Total Drama to the audience alongside him.

You quickly became famous for interjecting Chris towards the end of his explanation of orders to the campers, with filthy suggestions that poured more weight on their behalf.

Wouldn’t help when you covered your lips in pretend apology.

Unlike Chris and Chef, who chose to eat in the separate tent away from the contestants, you went out of your way to eat in the mess hall, same time as them to rub it in their faces the better quality of food you got in comparison to theirs.

Some of the nicer contestants like Owen and Beth begged endearingly for a share, whilst some of the daring contestants such as Duncan and Leshawna spat curses on you.

Needless to mention, you never let them have that slice of heaven.

There was an episode where Chris let you have complete control over the challenge and whether or not it was a reward one.

“In spirit of the summer camp, I’ve decided on a gardening challenge.” You explain to him,“Each contestant will pick a seed to plant, and they will be given no instruction to what their seed will need in order to grow, so if they’re really stumped, they may be allowed to get a look at their respective seed guides or swap out their seed...in exchange of answering ten questions correctly. These questions can be about anything ranging from humanities to math. For that process, we’ll have them locked in a glass chamber with an easily accessible separate compartment above them filled with all attainable enemies of gardening. Fruit flies, mosquitos, lacewings etc.” 

You pause to look at Chris, seeing how he’s catching on where it’s going by his restless face expression,“For every question they answer wrong, the hatch will open automatically, slowly. First team that’s able to have all members grow something will win.”

“Wow! Okay, that’s a really good challenge idea. I’m surprised I didn’t come up with that!” Chris commended you, before he broke out into laughter,“It’ll boost the ratings for sure!” He notices your ready tray of seeds and begins reading out the labels,“Talipot palm... Raspberries... Potatoes... Tomatoes... Hey (Y/N)...” he finds you already beaming at him,“This is a guess...but don’t a lot of these seeds need at least a month to grow?”

“Exactly.”

Also known as the episode of which they do not speak of.

You never understood how in spite of that, you were still the more favourable host to the contestants.

Maybe because you weren’t as self centred as Chris?

Either way, you used every figment of hope to remind them that you aren’t there to make anything easier.

And you remained that way, up to where the show was supposed to be over, had it not been for Owen deciding to gamble his luck and kicking off a new game.

“Owen’s definitely lost his win now.” You comment wearily.

“Tell me about it.” Chris yawns,“I’m so bored. Wanna get back to the lodge?”

“Say no more.”

Long story short, you basically called it- not only did Owen lose his money, but thirteen other contestants got tied with him.

Given the situation, Chris declares a new immediate season, where you would be cued to open an empty briefcase for the producers to have someone edit wads of cash in.

However, you accidentally open up the wrong briefcase, this briefcase storing a pack of water snakes that slithered out onto the planks and into the lake, causing the contestants of the future season(apart from Izzy) to scream and frantically swim their way onto land.

It was a ridiculous scene, but what can be done? You and Chris laugh as the final episode of the season comes to a close.

You’re already looking forward to what happens next! And you have a good sensation the contestants feel the same.

[keen-li]

EVEN IN MY SLEEP

You're currently on a road trip with bangchan and his kids. Chan's in the drivers seat and changbin in the passenger's seat, after arguing with minho about it.

You're sat by the window behind changbin, minho is in the middle of you and hyunjin.

And the other's are in another car tailing behind you.

You laugh when minho turns around to communicate with han in the other car, you actually wonder how han was able to win shotgun over seungmin.

Anyway minho and han continue to share hand waves as the rest of you have tiny conversations and laughs. But eventually everything dies down and silence envelopes the car.

Your brain takes that as the time to shut off since you've been tired during this week of work, since you had to work an extra shift to make up for the week you'll be away on this trip with the boys.

Nobody bothers you when they notice your shut eyes. They know you've been busy at work this week, you've complained to them when you were loading the car.

"Minho, put her head on your shoulder" chan says nodding to your head bouncing against the window cause of the bumpy road. Chan watches through the mirror as minho obeys. He doesn't have a problem with you on his shoulder he just hopes you don't drool. You don't.

You're so relaxed that your mind fades into dream. It feels so relaxing and real that you don't register that you're in a car, and it's filled with men. Until minho is tapping you and calling your name for you to wake up.

You sit up still distorted and mad that they woke you up from yor dream. With blurry eyes you stare at the man who just woke you up.

"What? Are we there?" You turn to look out the window but the car is still in motion. Its gonna be a long trip.

"No-" Minho begins but is cut off by changbin's loud voice.

"Y/n what the fuck were you dreaming of" he laughs and you're even more confused when hyunjin bursts out laughing.

Did you do something?

Did you fart? Oh geez you hope you didn't fart, but telling by their straight faces and the closed windows to protect you from the cold, you didn't fart.

Maybe you snorted. Oh that's embarrassing.

"What? Did I do something" you look at chan hoping he can give you some info but he just smirks.

"What? Guys tell me" you plead and they continued to laugh within themselves.

You're so confused and your starting to get frustrated. Minho notices your frustration and decides to speak up.

"Y/n you were moaning"

"More like whimpering" hyunjin cuts in.

What the- why. Shit that's embarrassing. Were you loud?

Did you say any nam-

"Oh chan. Channie" changbin cuts your thoughts by repeating your whimpers.

Fuck you were moaning chan's name. They could hear. Looking at the grin on his face you're sure he heard you loud and clear.

You wish the door would open right now and you'd fly onto the road. You hide your face behind your hands as you continue to hear changbin repeat your desperate plee for chan.

Fed up you smack his arm and telling him to shut up. The other guys watch your interaction and laugh. You hear minho and hyunjin make fun of the situation too and you turn to give them your attention but before you can lay your hands on them chan's voice speaks.

"Guys stop it...mistakes happen" he holds in the pride he feels "she can't control it"

He's not even helping, he's enjoying this too.

You try and recall the dream you had. Then it hits you..

Shit your were dreaming about chan railing you. You slap yourself mentally. Your brain couldn't stop thinking about the actions you and chan did two days before this. You hope the boys think nothing of this cause you don't want the to know that you had chan are fucking.

Thats why hes got that stupid grin on his face cause he knows even your mind can't forget him.

You hide yourself tightly into the corner hiding your face from the other.

"Ooo.. channie I'm gonna cu-" Minho whispers by your ear and your cringe. You hear chan laugh and you get even more embarrassed. You're not gonna fuck him by the fire place like he said, especially not after this behaviour. He's not even defendng you.

They start mumbling some phrases to make you feel better and less embarrassed but nothing helps, especially if it's coming from chan. You're not upset you're just really embarrassed.

You get a text and even doubt opening it but you do. And you groan when you read it.

[Hannie] bae you were moaning? 😭

How the fuck does he know, who told him and what time?

Then you see the phone in minho's hand and you give a death glare.

Fuck this is so embarrassing.

You wish maybe it would've been better if you just snorted or something.

[affluent-havoc]

Random Togami Headcanon 15

The birthday special! Basically, he hates birthdays. He finds them dumb and useless and can't comprehend why anyone would wanna have a birthday party in general or even with friends. Tch! Friends are beneath him anyway! He "unfortunately" has a bunch of classmates who wanna give him a birthday party though. Or at least some cake of some sorts. Not like the heir had traditional style birthday parties anyway. I personally see the type of birthdays he had as a kid before Hopes Peak in a few ways. 1. After becoming the heir, Byakuya's birthdays were like milestones of his growth as a heir instead of a typical birthday celebration. Basically, it was more contractual such as: "Now since you're 15, you now are tasked to do X now" or "Since you're now 16, it's time you do Y". And like, maybe he got a cupcake or something if his father was feeling generous that year. 2. He just didn't have birthday celebrations at all despite his father and family having the ample finances to give him one. Not that Byakuya had friends back then either. 3. Maybe his butler, Aloysius Pennyworth. stopped by and did something small and special for the heir in his youth. Maybe a gift like a new book or perhaps a baked treat or just his presence being more that day than in others. Like some quiet company of some sorts. Not quite sure what the butler would have had in mind to be honest, but hey! It's something! But, anyway, now since the heir's in Hopes Peak, he's now subjected to witnessing birthdays. Commoner birthdays. The ones he finds dumb. And, for about Junior year, he dodges the whole celebratory stuff since he refused to share his birthday to them all with a mix of the class not being close enough to agree to do something nice for him. After all, some of his classmates would be more begrudgingly agreeing to the terms than others. The heir's not exactly well liked anyway. However, the dodging is short-lived after he makes it to Senior year. Now, a good chunk of the classmates who would be the type decide to do something special now know of his birthday. And also the ones who would feel like helping out since they know he's gonna be annoyed and they just love seeing him just a WEE bit miserable from how he still treats them all despite being a little less mean now. Thus, baking montage! They all then pick who's gonna deliver the cake for him or like, who brings him along to the dining hall where the cake is. More of the later if anything since sending someone like Makoto to deliver a cake is just a guaranteed disaster. Then, boom. They offer him a damn cake and he's just like this.

And, his class basically baked it all as a unit and everything. Teamwork's the dream work! Yet, Byakuya still acts like he hates it though cus of course he still acts that way despite the good effort made by his peers. However, who are we kidding. Byakuya's lowkey a bit flattered by the way and secretly likes the free food he's gotten! He's also a bit surprised that they took the time to make it a coffee cake infused with his favorite, civet coffee. AND, wowie! The cake isn't half bad and he's not even that big of a cake person! Also, in regards to the actual celebration, it was oddly quaint. They all decided not to make any large, garish decorations or to put up balloons either. Byakuya hates balloons anyway. Also, not all of them stayed though they all showed up and wished him a good one. No birthday song as well though some of them might have suggested it to get on his nerves. Byakuya just gives MAJOR "I despise the happy birthday song with every fiber of my being" energy. However, no follow-through on singing the song at all despite the temptation since they're all are gonna be the bigger people here! No silly shenanigans. No tomfoolery. Just some of them for a brief moment in time, the heir, and a coffee cake. None of them had the cake either minus the prototypes that were made beforehand that were totally not excuses to have cake for themselves. And besides, the cake's too small to share anyway! Byakuya's a big boy anyway. He can handle it!

[katiesautisms]

Gay woman makes another fanfic about dead children, 'cus I got nothing going on today :p

TW: Some mentions of gore, but this is a mostly uplifting story, hope you like it :) <3

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It's so cold in here, the chilling breeze of death envelops my body. Atleast, I feel like I've died, but if that's the case then why am I still here? Why am I still aware of the pain that brought me here? Why can I still feel the harsh robotic parts peirce by organs and break my bones?

The silver lining is that I've gotten a good look at his face, the man that did this to me, the man in the costume. I'll find him one day, and I'll make him suffer infinitely more than what I've gone through. I will have my revenge, I will-

"H-hello? Is-is somebody here?"

My train of thought derailed by a frightful voice coming from beneath me. It sounds like a boy, around the same age as me. It's obvious that he had just gathered his composure after what was most likley to be crying.

"Hi." I responded, unintentionally monotone. "Who are you?" I asked.

"My-my name is Evan." The child said, nervously. "I heard my dad a little while ago, and I heard screaming again. I can't see anything, what's going on?"

This so-called "Evan" revealed so much to me in his distraught state. I decide that I should pry for some answers.

"That man was your dad?" I asked.

"Y-yes, I t-think so atleast." Evan responded

"That screaming you mentioned," I continue, "did it sound like me."

"N-now that y-you mention it, y-yes. Are...are you okay?" Evan asks in a worried tone.

"I think your father killed me by shoving me into this fredbear suit." I revealed to him.

"W-WHAT!?!" Evan exclaims, "MY DAD DID THAT!?! Oh-oh my gosh....I'm...I'm so sorry, err-"

"My name is Cassidy, and it's ok, you don't have to apologize." I reassured. "How did you get in here?" I asked.

"I...I don't know...." Evan answered meekly. "L-last thing I remember is my head being shoved into this suit's mouth. I felt alot of pain, and then I ended up here, feeling nothing."

"Maybe we're ghosts." I theorized. "Ghosts who haunt this suit thanks to the circumstances of our death."

"Wh-what?! Ghosts?!?" He replied fearfully. "B-but my Dad said there were no such things as ghosts...I was always afraid of them..."

"I don't think your father would be the type to tell the truth." I admitted, regretfully

After that was silence, soon broken by soft crying from Evan. I feel so bad for him. All I want right now is to try to make him feel atleast a little better.

"Evan, I'm sorry. This must be so tough for you." I affirm, hoping it would bring comfort.

After some sniffing and recomposure, I heard a soft "mhm"

"Hey," I spoke up, "would you like to be friends? I'm sure that we can make eachother feel better, if that's what you would like."

"Y-yeah, I would very much like that....err-"

"Cassidy," I uttered. "And so would I."

After this exchange, we talked about what we liked to do when we were alive. Evan seemed to really enjoy this resteraunt, this revelation feeding my growing sympathy for him. Despite this, the conversations we had were lovely, I have no doubts that if we were still alive, we'd become great friends despite not sharing our tragedy.

While my spirit is still filled with rage and vengence for the man that did this to me, it was clear that our presence was comforting for us both.

[cero-sleep]

Can you tell me about your demon slayer au?

Sure thing!

So, Sun and Moon are brothers and have been traveling for some time with Y/N as a team of demon slayers, becoming closer through their travels

However, during a mission, there are a lot more demons than initially reported and, being outnumbered, Y/N is lethally wounded and killed before backup can come, with them unable to do anything to stop it from happening

This leaves Sun and Moon devastated and 100% determined to avenge them

After a while, now traveling as a duo, they would catch wind of a supposed demon appearing in a local town, and go take care of it

This could change, but what I was imagining is they find it quickly upon arrival. Among the remains of a burning house stands a masked demon, inhabitant dead. They give chase, a fight breaking out between both sides, until they unintentionally break the mask and stop dead in their tracks 'cus... that's- that's Y/N- it can't be, but... they'd recognize them anywhere

This allows Y/N an opening and they escape, but, for an unknown reason to them, they also take an interest to the two demon slayers

Sun and Moon probably give chase again with no luck, and retreat for the time being. This leaves the duo stunned and, after talking abt it, they agree they need to do smth abt whatever they just witnessed... they need to find Y/N

Meanwhile, Y/N decides it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on this little duo.

Sun and Moon would definetly feel guilty abt letting Y/N live on the ocassions they have had the opportunity to kill them, but they simply can't bring themselves to do it

That's how it'd be at first, but with time it'd go from something more serious, to almost a game of cat and mouse when they realize Y/N isn't actually killing any of the humans to eat and is also going after other demons, to them reluctantly letting Y/N stick somewhat close by when they notice they're doing this, to actually interacting (again reluctantly) a little more, and this way they'd end up kinda traveling together again

Demon!Y/N would go from Sun and Moon having caught their attention for some unknown reason, to kinda claiming them as theirs and keeping other demons away/unintentionally helping them during missions, to slowly starting to remember as they start to spend time together, eventually mostly sticking to them, usually in the cover of the shadows, while continuing to hunt at night sometimes

I have a loooot more lore but it's secret in hopes to some day write it (unlikely) or if a mutual wants to share the au (don't be afraid to contact me if so!)

[killmeprettypleasee]

Hi there! And yes I'm the one who asking the poly relationship. Can you do a smut Ghost x male reader x Soap? (the three already dating but kept it a secret from the team)

Where the reader can not sleep and decided he'll stand up all night. When he walks out to get something to drinks, the male meet Soap there. Asking why he hasn't slept yet. The read explain and telling that he decided to still up till moring.

That when Soap telling that to come with him to his room (share Ghost) so that he can make to the reader tired (the reader still don't know what he about to do so he followed) and that where it started:)

Some teasing would be nice. Can you make the smut it longer? Because there aren't many smut about male reader. Sorry if my grammar is bad, english isn't my first language. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Have a nice day!

MAKING YOU TIRED

Hiii thx for requesting! I didn't add the teasing cus i forgot- sorry btw but i hope you still like this. And have a nice day also<33

Waring: SMUT of course, Soft Soap, Ghost is abit harsh, dom Ghost and switch Soap.

You woke up as you rubbed your eyes to make your vision clear up, you noticed the time was 1 in the morning making him sigh and fall back to bed and vlosed your eyes waiting for sleep to get him, but sadly you doesn't feel sleepy anymore.. and this made you let out a long groan.

You even tried changing poses and cleared out the bed abit but of course.. none of them worked, you got up deciding to take a sip of water, you strolled around the base having a hard time finding the counter from how dark it was, you didn't wanna turn the lights on because you didn't want to disturd your team as they slept through the night.

You could've just brought your phone to flash the place or even a flashlight but your half asleep mind made you forget about that.

As you walked around the dark room you hit something making it let out an 'oof' sound, you looked at where the sound came from "wha?-" you said in confusion "Y/n? What're you doing up in this hour, you soon recognizd the voice as it belongs to Soap which made you sigh "nothing.. just cant sleep and wanna get some water" Soap nodded.

"how about me and Ghost help you with that hm?" Even if its dark you can tell he was smiling and without a cboice you agreed and followed to Ghost's room where you both sometimes shared with.

Soon as that you are now both at his room with Ghost sitting on the side of the bed his gaze turns to eye you both and sigh "Y/n? Why aren't you asleep?" He asked with his gruff voice booming through the room you three were in.

Again you explain why and nodded "right.. how bout me and Soap help you with that?" Soap chuckled in the background"i already told him tgat Lt." This made Ghost let out a small 'Oh' and nod his head "alright i guess".

Then at that Soap pulled you to him and began to kiss you which made you let put a gasp and without hesitation he shoved his tongue in yiur mouth, exploring your wet cavern as he does so.

His hand snaked around your waist and cupped your ass and groped it tightly making you shudder and whimper out softly, he smirked in the kiss and pulled away to take a breath.

You noticed ghost's mask was pulled up to his nose and pulled you to a deep kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck in instincts as Soap glided his hands on your waist and nuzzled his face on your neck giving it kisses and gentle bites.

After that they pushed you to the bed with your back laying on the mattress "take his clothes of and stretch him out for me will you?" Ghost said behind Soap before slapping his ass, followed and slowly pulled both your pants and boxers making your dick spring out the covers. He went to the drawer beside and open to get some lube and smeared it over your ass, slowly he shoved 1 finger in and the the 2nd, slowly thrusting it in and out scissoring your insides making you mewl and arch your back at the feeling, soon a 3rd finger was shoved it and let out a long whine of pleasure when he hit a certain spot in you.

He pulled his finger out and gripped your thighs spreading them to line his cock near you rim and slide in, you gripped on the sheets tightly feeling his cock filling you up "fuck you tight.." Soap hissed out feeling your walls gripping his cock nicely and he let out a soft moan near your ear making your back shiver from his warm breath near your ear.

You whined around his cock filling you up as he thrusted in a slow steady pace, soon you became desperate and gripped his shoulders as you wrapped you legs around his waist "Please go faster" you whimpered and Soap didn't hesitated to pull his cock out leaving the tip and slammed so hard into you making your back arch in pleasure and let out a long pleasurable moan but got caught off by soap kissing you "shh.. better not wake the others" he said making you nod "Fuck your doing so so good baby" he breath out and whimpered out.

You both kissed deeply and passionately as he thrusted roughly inside, the bed shook everytime he thrusted in it was so rough yet pleasurable for both of you "Your so tight for me hun.. doing so good, fuck-" he praised against you, you almost cried when he hit your prostate hard "Seems your having fun there Jhonny.." Ghost heavy voice filled both your ear and couldn't help but whimper against Soaps ear "Remember.. im next so dont waste you time" Ghost grabbed Soap's hair and pulled it back and he whined breathlessly and nodded "y-yes sir".

Soap thrusted in faster trying to reach his end, you tried not to moan out loudly waking the others up by biting Soap's neck "F-fuck- ooh~ Jhonny.." you muffled near his neck "dont eorry im close" He let out gasping when he felt you tighten.

Soon he slammed down and came making you came on both your chest staining it with your white sticky cum, you both panted heavily and You noticed at the background Ghost has his pants open and his cock out jacking himself off while watching you both.

"My turn now Soap" Ghost commanded, and Soap nodded and took his cock out and watch his cock leak out and your hole twitch, you gasped softly feeling his cum in you, then Ghost grabbed your waist and turned you around with your chest pressed against the bed pressing down roughly making Soap's cum drip out and whined from it.

Ghost quickly scooped Soap's cum with his cock and slammed in all the way in, you whined and mewl against the sheets feeling tears dribble down your eyes staining the sheets with dark spots.

"Still tight even Soap fucked you with his cock? What a fucking Slut" he said licking his lips and began to thrust in, you gripped tightly on the sheets and arched your back everytime he thrust in. You would cry when he hits your prostate.

His thrust was more rougher than Soap, it almost made you cum tight on that spot and your head dizzy.

"fucking- ahh~ you l-little w-whore.. so tight" a sudden slap hit your ass making it sting and red.

You felt a snap in your stomach and suddenly cum came oozing out of your weeping cock, you cried out against the sheets with a loud moan of pleasure and arched your back making him go even deeper inside you, he moaned out a groan when he felt you tighten up so tight making him shot out cum.

Ghost pulled out as his and Soap's cum ooze out of your twitching hole. You felt your body going limp, you eyes slowly closed falling asleep on the bed.

IM DEEPLY SORRY IT TOOK AWHILE😭

[grapefives]

LET ME BE HONEST | HC

luffy x gn!reader

post time-skip (fishman island) + flight luff + light angst + realization of feelings + oblivious luffy

A/N : light fluff cus idk how to write fluff. lowkey this is probs off character but wtvr

the day his crew disappeared from sight, one after another, was one of the worst days of luffy’s life

tragedy after tragedy, he kept feeling on edge and absolutely useless. and after ace’s death? he didn’t know how to live anymore

his crew was everything he had left now. and while reminiscing that and acknowledging how he has to keep going, how his nakama are dear to him, deep down, the strong urge to see you first ignited

from time to time, he’d visualize your smile, your laugh. he’d remember how you’d joke around with sanji, straying away from an initial memory of how good sanji’s food is. that craving for sanji’s menu straying to a craving of you.

whatever initial thought he had started with on his moments of thinking to himself, they’d stray to you.

as he travels back to sabaody, he wonders. when did these feelings surge?

was it because of how close you to had become during the first few moments in sabaody, and then being ripped away from his grasp to disappear into thin air, screaming for luffy, that made him think of you the most?

the way you were the last to escape his efforts pf saving?

no, it couldn’t be that. he’d always had an eye out for you. he realizes this when he finally sees the others on the new ship, how his eyes dart from one face to another, bright and joyful, but grow more when they land on you.

it’s an afterthought, his feelings, after that. he stands firm with the belief of suppressing them. not wanting something to give him a minor setback like these last few times.

if he loves you, and you two hit it off, he wouldn’t stand losing you. not again, not when, hypothetically, you two were now one.

it’s dumb, probably, but…

“luffy, have you eaten?” you ask gently, but there’s still a firmness to your voice, as you pull him away from the bubble’s wall.

“y/n i’m trying to catch fish for a reason,” he says playfully but to his surprise it comes out cold and harsh.

you give him a bizarre look, and drift your attention to what zoro says instead, and luffy almost complies to poking holes in the bubble, to which usopp and chopper hit them for.

to their dismay, sanji enters a frenzy drop so it diverts everyone’s attention to the food luffy brought and decided to share.

one thing luffy seems to forget to acknowledge is how impulsive he is.

he grabs enough food for himself sure, stuffing his face full as everyone listens to franky, but he eventually notices how you hand him meat once he’s done with the previous one.

when your hands finally touch, he blinks at you, and your small, soft smile makes his heart leap to his throat.

“gimme that,” he says as he yanks the meat from your hand and scarfs it down.

your laugh rings in his ears.

“there’s plenty more, captain.” you say, and he feels himself blush at the attention you give him.

time goes on and as they (him, sanji and zoro) return from their side quest (taming the octopus) you voice out your worries but still praise them for taming such a creature

for some reason, when luffy tries to ignore something, it bugs him even more.

and recently, he’s become hyper aware of your existence.

when the bubble pops in their escape from the fishman pirates, he’s aware of how close you were to him when the current dragged everyone

yet, when he wakes up, his immediate reaction was to question his surroundings and reach out to you

mildly upset at the separation, he ignores it and goes on with the journey. eventually, he finds you again, with brook.

“hatty! how about we go for a meal? i believe you mentioned something that i believe my captain would love,” you say as you walk away from brook being bombarded with mermaids.

“i was getting to that,” pappagu grins, “what do y’all say to some sea-monster meat?”

“YOU HAVE MEAAAT!?” luffy is delighted, to say the least.

and his feelings for you are an afterthought he desperately tries to suppress. this sudden raging desire to have you close, to keep you safe enough is driving him insane.

don’t get him wrong, he knows you’re strong, he knows you can fend for yourself, but this fear of losing you like he had two years ago, without knowing (only hoping and trusting) your situation gives him serious nerves.

but he’s your captain, he has to worry for you. every now and then. sometimes.

but man, seeing you light up at his jokes, and seeing you safe and sound with the others makes him feel so good.

and knowing you’d follow him through and through just makes him feel a certain way.

“LUFFY, YOU SHUT UP!! I’M DECIDING WHERE WE GO FROM NOW ON!!” nami screams.

“HELL NO! I’M THE CAPTAIN!!” luffy barks.

with a laugh, you say “he’s the captain.”

“Y/N WHO’s SIDE ARE YOU ON!” usopp grunts.

and as they go up to the surface once more, exited for a new adventure and getting closer to his dream, he reminisces once more.

he has his nakama, all that’s left for him.

but…

“y/n,” he calls for you unconsciously as you walk by.

you pause, giving him your undivided attention.

“yea?”

“are you ready?”

“for the new world?”

he nods.

you smile, so bright. “nope, but i’ll follow you,” you me eyes are warm and your aura is gentle, “through and through.”

but luffy… as he stares at you, feels his feelings surge with more force.

he can be a little more selfish. he could take advantage of what the world has put in his hands.

“good,” he says with a smile, “cus i need you.”

“i’m at your service-“

“more than a nakama.”

you blink, surprised and taken aback. “m-more?” you furrow your brows, heat threatening to reach your cheeks.

“more.” he says softly. so soft you couldn’t believe this was luffy, your loud and impulsive captain.

but… this was also impulsive, you can tell when his face freezes.

“are you sure?” you ask, your heart hammering.

“when am i not sure of something?”

you stare at him before cracking a smile, “ah.”

“it was driving me crazy.” he pauses, then looks to the side, puckering his lips shyly, “you.. you were driving me insane.”

“didn’t seem like it,” you tease. it was true but you knew deep down there was no chance, or so you believed. after all, he’s your… “captain.”

luffy blushes, “i didn’t know… what.. or … how.”

“i’m glad you’re honest,” you smile, “luffy.”

and his ears ring, eyes wide and amazed. you’ve only called him captain.

“i’ll work hard,” he says.

you burst into laughter, “luffy,” you say as you put a hand on his arm, close enough to see his red ears. “go with the flow. we’ll be fine.”

“yeah,” he smiles a bit, darting between your lips and your eyes.

and luffy is impulsive. but above all, he thinks he’ll add in love to the list as well.

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Baby Fever (Savanaclaw)

Watching his girlfriend interact with children is giving him ideas for the future

NOTE: I only write for female reader, but everyone is welcome to read it!

By the way, I headcanon that Leona has, like, very good hearing, even better than lions usually have, which makes him more sensitive to loud, shrill noises, and that's why he's so uncomfortable with Cheka's "screeching"

Leona's family is referred to as a Pride, because lion. Ruggie's family is referred to as a Clan, because hyena. Jack's family is referred to as a Pack, because wolf.

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— Leona

Leona hates children. Or, at least, that's what he says when someone asks about Cheka. But truth is, Leona doesn't mind children, and he (maybe surprisingly) doesn't mind entertaining them. He just hates how loud they can be; the curse of having very sensitive ears even for lions standards.

So when Farena pulls a Crowley and irresponsibly throws his child through the portal for the weekend, Leona is more than a little bothered.

Thankfully, his girlfriend is more than happy to give Cheka the attention and care he needs. Even more thankfully, she's able to get the little hairball to control his volume. Leona still can't nap, but at least his ears are not constantly ringing, nor does he need to waste energy running after the child.

What he doesn't expect is to enjoy watching his girl take care of the cub so much. Watching as she kisses his forehead in praise, and gently scolds him when he misbehaves, and encourages him to do better. To be better.

(Much how she does to Leona himself)

And in the middle of his fascination, Leona catches a fleeting thought that he almost wishes he hadn't with how breathless it leaves him.

The thought of (Y/N) playing with his cubs, their cubs, a shining band on her finger. The thought is fleeting, but once Leona brings it back to examine it, he can't stop looking. Can't stop wishing.

His own family, his own little pride, that he made himself with the woman he loves. He'd teach them so many things, including some things she'd scold him for, like how to sneak out of rooms or how to cheat in cards. He'd carry them in his arms, one on each arm, hearing them giggle and nuzzle his hair. He'd steal their mom—his wife—away from them, the two cuddling alone somewhere that'll take them some time to find, sharing soft kisses as they listen to the soft pitter patter of their little feet.

They'd grow up happy, never feeling lesser or unappreciated, their parents would make sure of that. They'd hopefully inherent their mother's hardworking and kind nature, and grow to be brilliant people.

Leona sees it all in a few seconds, and motivation like he has never felt before rushes through his body, becoming one with his blood.

That future he saw... Leona decides then and there to do his very best for it to happen.

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— Ruggie

Ruggie expected the distant greetings his girlfriend receives when he takes her home for the break. Clans tend to be very close knit, and the Bucchi Clan is particularly suspicious of outsiders. Not surprising at all, considering how life in the slums of Sunset Savannah is.

He still doesn't like it, however, even when she says it's ok and she understands. Still, it makes his hair stand with how cold they are to her, though maybe he should be glad they're not being downright aggressive. It probably helps that she is a girl and a harmless human without even magic.

As he should be used to by now, Ruggie finds out doesn't need to worry about (Y/N). Her kind nature and almost holy patience works its magic—the irony is not lost on him—, and soon she steals a place for herself in the Clan.

It is specially thanks to the children of the village, the cubs forever so curious and reckless, approaching her with twitching ears and big eyes. She's more than happy to spoil all of them, be it with food or her time or her affections. First a pair comes to her, then a trio, then a small group of four, and so on, so forth, until a gaggle of giggling cubs are following her around, offering to help for the reward of kisses and candy. They remind Ruggie of himself, sometimes. Specially the beginning of the relationship, when he did the same thing.

Soon the adults follow, glad to have someone like her around. It reminds them that the world can be much kinder than their bad experiences.

Ruggie knows (Y/N) got their approval when his Granny teasingly asks when he'll give her great grandchildren. He doesn't think much of it at the time, busy trying not to become Riddle while everyone tease you two, laughing when a cub or two ask, innocently, if he's gonna marry the pretty human girl or if they can marry her if he won't.

But that night, when she snuggles up to him with one of his cousins between them, practically all the village's cubs around them as they sleep under the stars in a warm night, Ruggie can't stop his heart from yearning.

He can see it clearly. His girlfriend—his wife, for he has already started saving for the ring, round with his cubs, rubbing her belly gently with a loving smile. Ruggie is right by her side, as is his place, head on her belly, whispering conspiratorially about all the mischief the two of them will cause once they're out, giggling when he feels a gentle warning tug on his ear. Their house isn't the most luxurious, but they live well. And the village is right outside the door, ready to help them, and the Bucchi Clan is bustling with life as they wait for a new member.

Ruggie sleeps like he has never before, dreaming of his future with her.

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— Jack

Jack may play the lone wolf role, but in reality, deep down, Jack is a family man. Ever since he was a puppy, he's been dreaming about having a pack just as great as the one he was born in. The community of a pack is one of the greatest feelings he has ever felt.

He's just a bit too closed off for his own good. He's working on it, though, because now he has relationships he wants to keep, and relationships take work, they take communication. Specially romantic relationships that are supposed to last until his last days.

Because when he looks at his girlfriend gently shushing a lost child, he knows she's the one. She is his forever.

She's apologetic when she asks if they can pause their date to help the little pup find their parents, as if Jack would ever get in the way of her kind heart. He loves it. He loves her. And he's more than strong enough to carry the pup on his shoulders so they'll see better.

(Y/N) is so good at keeping the little one entertained and happy, but he is the one she compliments, giggling about him being a good dad in the future.

His tail wags just as fast as his heart beats.

Pride whispers in his ears. It tells him of their future house, somewhere warm surrounded by vegetation, with plenty space outside for him to train, both himself and his pack. It tells him of her garden, the one the pups will excitedly keep guard so no animal eats her flowers. It tells him of afternoon strolls, with one or two pups hanging on him while his wife carries the third, the youngest. It tells him of sunny family lunches, where his parents come visit and spoil his hard work out of the pups with gifts and mischief. It tells him of maybe a fourth pup in an even more future future.

Jack is glad that they manage to find the child's parents. The pair thank them profusely, hugging the kid in relief. Despite his and his girlfriend's protests, they pay for their ice cream before parting, the child joyously waving at them.

He almost laughs out loud when (Y/N) turns to him and quietly promises to never lose their future child.

Yes, he shall teach his pups to never worry their mother like that.