#anyway two of these are teeny requests from a while back when i Asked for some

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc scribbles <3

[7ndipity]

Dating Namjoon headcanons

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

A/N: I realized that I hadn't written anything for Joon in a hot minute, so let's change that, shall we?

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Namjoon feels like one of those early 2000s romance movies.

Utterly frustrating but soo worth it.

He talks a lot of hype in his songs, but I think when he first meets someone he's really into, he's a fucking mess.

Like it's Joon, but it's Joon, you know what I mean?

Red ears, stumbling over his words(and feet), getting flustered every other sentence.

Probably walked into a wall while distracted talking to you.

Don't get me wrong tho, once he gets the butterflies to chill and gets comfortable, the rizz is BACK and in full force.

Big on eye contact

Stares at you with absolute heart eyes(if you've seen that clip of him watching Hobi from Bon Voyage, you know what I'm talking about)

But can flip the switch in the blink of an eye, and be looking at you like he's gonna eat you alive(we love a duality king)

Simp Romantic. Will randomly bring you flowers just cause he was thinking about you(but he's always thinking about you, so why was today any different?)

Writes soo many songs/lyrics about you, but rarely tells you about them directly. He just asks if you wanna hear something he's been working on, and then sits back and watches your faves as you catch the hidden meanings and references. At the end, he's just sitting there, grinning, asking "You like it?"

(Like, yes, I like it you fucking dork!)

Always remember important dates like birthdays and anniversaries( first date, first kiss, everything)

Museum and bookstore dates are a given.

Buying/sharing books with you is probably one his favorite forms of intellectual intimacy, because, for him, each one is a glimpse into your mind.

If you mention one of your favorite titles and he hasn't read it, he's gonna find it asap.

Would try to get you to workout with him and be gym buddies.(I don't know if I like or hate that idea tho?)

Random texts at 1am asking if you're up and wanna hang out?(may or may not be outside your place already, cause he's over-eager and forgot to text earlier)

Endless, late night talks about everything from music to the meaning of life to what jelly bean flavor is superior(it's watermelon)

Also random trips together. Could be to the beach, could be to Sweden, who knows? You bring out his spontaneity and are one of the only people who can get him to take a vacation anyway.

He is a workaholic though, so you have to look out for him sometimes, make sure he eats, sleeps, touches grass, etc.

You probably bicker and butt heads a lot, but y'all make sure it never gets out of hand and try to find a solution.

(Lowkey possessive, but won't admit it)

Not a fan of pda, but he *clings*.

He tries to be subtle about it, but fails because it's like there's a gravitational pull between the two of you from the way he's constantly within arm's reach wherever you are.

Same goes for when you're alone. He's not technically cuddling you, but he always somehow ends up pressed to your side or back, or has a hand on you in some way.

Another member of the 'Protective Squad'. Like, if anyone so much as looks in your direction the wrong way, he's got the death glare locked on them.

Pretty classic when it comes to nicknames for you. Things like 'honey', 'baby', 'jagi'. Adds 'my' in front of any of them when he's in the mood to fluster you.

Which reminds me, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE ISTG.

He knows exactly what riles you up, and then just gives you these soft, sweet little kisses like you're not about to combust. Has the nerve to then smirk and call you needy(I wanna fight him)

Finds the most random things you do attractive. The way you read. The way you make your coffee. The weird little face you make when your flipping through Netflix.

Although he seems a bit cautious, I actually think a relationship with him might move pretty fast. Like, he's fighting back from asking you to move in with him after five or six months type of fast.

Lives for domesticity with you.

Quiet, sleepy mornings together. Messy hair and glasses over tired eyes, resting against your shoulder as he brings you coffee while you cook breakfast.

I know he said he's not sure abt kids anymore, but I do see him possibly getting a pet with you to 'round out the household'. Something quiet and low maintenance though, like a couple hermit crabs.(would probably name one after a favorite artist/author and then name the other smth random like 'blue')

Again, I don't know how to end these. Just love him, please.

[illusionsdelusions101]

could you write a enemies to lovers story but about gavi. Pleaseee

Barrier~Pablo Gavi

A/N: Sorry for being gone for so long! Writer’s block hit me hard and i have no new ideas :( request all you want! it won’t let me upload the image without it being like 2 pixels so i’ll try and sort the issue out in a later fix :) have a gif instead

You and Gavi… Weren’t on the best of terms. Fermín introduced you guys to each other a couple years back. You’re Irish, going to Trinity College and you decided it would be good to take a gap year before you went. When you arrived, your good friend Fermín picked you up. 

“Hey!” Fer waved to you and you rushed over to him. You hugged him and put his bags in the car. You sit in the front seat, and he drives. “So, how are you?” He smiles. “I’m grand, thanks. How are you?” You smile back. “I’m good. You’re Irish lingo is gonna be hard to keep track off.” He laughs. “I mean you speak Spanish and I don’t, basically gonna be a tough year.” You grin. “Maybe you would pick up some Spanish, or would you try to learn the language?” He asks. You nod. “I might look into trying to learn it.” And you look out the window.

When you arrive at Fer’s place, you hear him hiss in annoyance. “What’s up?” You ask while taking your bags out of the car. “I forgot my friends are coming over for game night. I’m so sorry.” He buries his head in his hands. “It’s alright, I’ll just stay in the guest bedroom.” You smile. “Thanks. They’re some flirts so I don’t want them getting with you and just leaving you.” He takes your bags out of your hands and both of you start walking to the front door, he drops the bags gently on the floor, and opens the door. He takes the bags and puts them in the guest bedroom, right by the kitchen. “I get it, I wouldn’t let you go out with some of my girlies.” You chuckle. He looks at you confused. “Girlies…?” He arches an eyebrow. You shake your head and tell him that it doesn’t matter. He goes and gets the games ready while you go and unpack. 

It’s been some time, and you were getting peckish. You knew Fer bought some snacks for you and Tayto’s. You were craving your homeland’s favourite snack. You heard the shouts of Spanish lads outside your door. You heard them come in a while ago. You figured you could just sneak in the kitchen. I mean, it was right next to the guest bedroom you were staying in anyways. You decided that you will. You slowly opened the door and slipped into the kitchen. The only problem is though, the kitchen connects into the living room, and there is no door so you prayed that they were too busy on.. FIFA.

You opened a cupboard, revealing your love, Tayto’s. You take them but for some reason. The lads went quiet at that second so they heard the crunch of the bag. As if they were meerkats or something, they all looked at you at the same time. Everyone froze. Cheering from the FIFA game was louder then ever it seems. One said something to you in Spanish. Fer was panicking, but just a teeny bit. He says something and all the boys ‘ahh’ in realisation. You thought about just going back in your room, so that’s what you were planning to do.  But before you could take a step, Fer called your name and rushed over to you. “Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Pedri, Ansu, Gavi, Lamine, Félix, Marc, Ferran, Héctor, Balde and Pau.” He points to each one and they say hi. “Right, cheers lads, nice to meet ye.” You say. “What’s that thing your doing with your voice?” Gavi asked. Everyone looked at him. “Dude, she’s Irish.” Pedri hit his arm. “Your accent doesn’t sound good, sounds like nails scratching a chalkboard.” He grimaces at the thought. You scoff. “Okay Spanish lad, fuck off you prick.” Gavi rolls his eyes and so do you. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” He waves his hand to dismiss you. “Fucking dickhead.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear but before he gives out, the click of the door was already heard. You and Gavi hated each other now. 

~Two months later~

Gavi is falling for you. That lasted, right? Your accent got more attractive to him for some reason, your eyes how they sparkles when talking about something you enjoyed, your hair in the Barça sun, etc. But he only got to notice those things from afar, because anytime he would so much take a step near you, you scowled and walked away. And he couldn’t just randomly start acting nice. He was in deep shit. He started picking up on your Irish vocab, but not a lot. He just wanted to get a chance with you, whenever you guys were arguing, something as little as not hanging his coat up properly on the hangers in Fer’s house, your arguments, as they progressed, you guys would start giving out to each other in your own language. At some point, while you guys were spewing insults in your languages (which the guys were super annoyed about), he complimented you. Calling you super pretty and he could argue with you forever if that meant he could talk to you. The lads looked at him with wide eyes. You thought, with those surprised looks on their faces, that he said something horrible, so you left. The guys teased Gavi all night. 

You on the other hand, were slowly beginning to have a crush on Gavi, after being too bored on TikTok, you got recommended a Gavi edit, and you blush too hard at the edit, and then you proceeded to watch 100 more. You were learning Spanish, and you were getting good at it, you knew a lot so you could finally surprise Fer with your knowledge now. And Gavi. Not like that, more like now you could understand what he was saying about you while arguing, and you could stare and drown into his deep brown eyes some more. Shite, you weren’t beginning to have a crush, you already had one. 

Fer had another game night with the lads, making it perfect for randomly getting a drink. You slip out of your room and go to where Fer keeps the glasses. You take a glass and pour yourself some Lucozade, (Fer’s treat after you payed for groceries) and you hear a scoff. “That’s gonna make your teeth gone all rotten, your smile isn’t any good anyways.” Gavi smirks. All the other lads sigh in annoyance for this night’s fight. “Póg mo thóin.” You hiss at him. “Me gustaria besarte por todas partes, hermosa.” He says in a spiteful tone. You stop dead in your tracks. “Qué?” You look at him with wide eyes. The match is paused and Gavi looks like he’s about to piss himself. “Entendiste eso?” He asks. “Sí.” You whisper. Fer and the lads leave the room, giving you some privacy. Gavi looks at you. “Have you understood me for a long time?”He questions. “I’ve only learned Spanish to understand you now.” You walk over to him and sit down beside him. “Do you like me?” You ask. He nods his head. “For a while now.” He adds. “Well…. I like you too.” You smile. His eyes light up. “Really?” his eyes light up in excitement. “Yes.” You chuckle. He hugs you.

“I’m so glad we got over our selfs and that stupid language barrier.” You whisper in his ear, he pulls you out of the hug and gives you a gentle kiss.

[my-hybrid-moments]

us. - spike jonze

a/n: this was supposed to be a little thing bc i was bored but jesus it got long 😭😭

i <3 spike sm gang you have no idea this was so fun

its a teeny bit specified bc i made it as if it were from my own point of view but i did try and make it more general so i could post it

please please please request spike gang i <3 him

summary

you - a famous musician - are being interviewed, and the inevitable question comes up:

"what's the story behind yourself and spike jonze?"

and this is your answer.

warnings/notices to consider

none that i'm aware of, need to properly proofread

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

mine and spike's love story started in walt whitman high, maryland.

it was early november, i was 15, he was 16 - just a few months older than me, him being born in late october and me being born in mid december, so we were still in the same year group. we didn't fully acknowledge each other until we had to. of course, we had a few classes together in the past and even when we met - we both took the film class - but we never really spoke.

until a new club was introduced: film club.

it ran every day at lunch in a big ish room through a back door in the music department (where i usually was anyway). as it turns out, the administration just needed a use for the room in order to keep it there. no one in the school actually cared about film study. except for two little media nerds in 5th year. me, a freak, a loner, an outcast, and adam spiegel - but by 4th year everyone called him spike jonze (that was a nickname the local storeowner gave him - seemingly this stuck for quite a while).

he was always hanging around with these crazy students, i remember one of them was actually jeff tremaine. they were wild, but spike mostly kept to himself and was more just there for the antics rather than partaking (but we know he was - and still is - a fucking menace to society).

back to the big ish room - neither of us were entirely sure what to do, both of us being sort of shy and reserved in our day to day. once we realised that no one else was showing up, we started to talk. we introduced ourselves, discussed our favourite films and hit it off immediately. i don't know about him, but that day i knew we were starting something special. after about a week i'd developed a crush on spike - he was funny, sweet, charming and a gentleman - but did i plan on telling him? did i fuck. but to be fair i didn't have to. it was made glaringly obvious once we started hanging out and being friends outside that big ish room. everyone could see right through me. including spike himself. to this day he still teases me about how sweet my "puppy crush" on him was back in the day. and he still gets reminded that he wasn't any better, blushing and chuckling at what was essentially my every word like the inexperienced 16 year old he was.

he made all the first moves (which i like to remind him of every time he brings up my "heart eyes") - he asked me to the movies (he introduced me to what would become my all time favourite film to this day), he took me for ice cream on the beach (one with stones, not sand - he's always known i hate sand - and linked our pinkies as we walked since he was too nervous to hold my hand properly), gave me his jacket when i got even one shiver (he was freezing the whole time because he refused to take his jacket back), and finally kissed me ever so softly on the lips when we arrived back at my doorstep (he was shaking from nerves and cold, but his lips were still warm and soft, just like they are now - he put his hand on my cheek as the other held my own and my foot popped just like in those old romance movies we both adored back then). i was 16 too by then, it was january when our first date came around. but from the second his lips gently pressed against mine, as soon as i felt him against me, as soon as i felt his breath on my face i knew i couldn't find anyone better to spend my life with. in that moment i knew he was my soulmate. cheesey i know, but i knew then that we would be us.

after that the rest is pretty much history: we graduated together the at 18, moved away for college and in with each other at 19, graduated again at 23 - which was also when i finally released that song i wrote for our second anniversary. and guess what? it got big. that song went popular so fast, and so did spike. not long after we graduated (me with music and production, him with film and english) spike made his first big music video (for me, might i add) and after that he kept them coming, as did i. we got famous in the blink of an eye almost, it was amazing.

until it wasn't for a while.

by the time we were 24 (i know, not that long huh?) we'd both got too wrapped up in our work and got too overwhelmed to the point of snapping. we were exhausted, not meaning a thing we said but still throwing our words out like daggers. we broke up, and the following year was the worst of my life. we had broken up for 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. i kept track of every day i had been without him, kept track of every day i was left in that house alone, every morning i woke up and spike's side of the bed was colder than it had ever been before. it was the worst torture i could imagine, and every song i wrote in that time was about him - whether it was about missing him or wanting him back, they were all for spike. all i wanted was him, but i thought he was done for good and so i left him alone.

that 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days led up to the mtv awards ceremony, the year spike was nominated for outstanding new picture. i had accepted the request for my performance before i knew that spike had been nominated, and by the time i knew it was much too late to back out to make sure he would be peaceful there.

so i went, having gotten dressed up how he loved out of pure habit. i wore a gorgeous black dress with my hair up. i opened with one of my more popular songs before heading to my seat to watch the awards, but i had to fight to keep my eyes away from spike. he looked amazing - smart suit (i think it was a tuxedo), dressy shoes, and his classic adorable messy yet organised hair. the hair that made him look like a puppy. the hair i used to play with as i fell asleep.

when the time came, he did end up winning the award he was nominated for. i was so proud and all i wanted was to turn to him and kiss him with an embrace like i had for past awards we won, but i couldn't even look up to the stage. i wouldn't. i knew if i did i'd break down seeing him so happy without me. his speech was as expected: thanking mtv, talking about the movie, thanking his coworkers... but then he thanked me. i shot up when i heard that, and that was the first time our eyes met in over a year. and you know what? i didn't completely break down (i definitely cried though i'll admit that). i think that was more because of shock.

i'll never forget that speech - i still go back and watch it from time to time when i'm feeling down. he talked about how that perfect, beautiful main character was based on me and how her loser boyfriend was symbolic of himself, he talked about how without me he wouldn't be stood there, how our perfect relationship had impacted him and his work, and how i never left his mind or his heart that whole time we were apart. he told me that our love story could never be written, and to him it would never be over - that it was the most perfect and pure love he'd ever known or felt - and out of all of his speech, what he said at the end hit me harder than anything:

"i just want you to know that i'll always have a piece of you in me. always."

it hit me then - he felt the same way that i did. all that time we felt the same. he missed me. after his speech the ceremony went on, i closed it out with a slight shake in my voice, singing a song i wrote about missing him (which he swears didn't make him cry, but his eyes were red and wet later that night) and i left for the afterparty. this was the first time in my life i'd gone to a party with no intention of drinking. my goal was to make a beeline for spike, and i needed a clear head for that. which is exactly what i did.

i found him in a corner with his head down, i said his name to get his attention. he looked up with those sweet, soulful eyes of his, only they were red raw and the light and enthusiasm in them was as low as i'd ever seen. usually full of this gorgeous light that was barely there anymore.

for a moment we just stood there, looking at each other, noticing every difference and change since we last were together - then all we did was hold each other. we stood there for so long, my face in his shoulder, his chin resting on my head, holding each other tight and knowing in that moment we'd never let go again.

we spent that night dancing to any song that came on, laughing like we were never apart. i'll never forget that night when he came home, and i'll never forget waking up in his arms the morning after. every moment since then was just like we were before, barely anything changed at all. that was a number of years ago now, he finally proposed a year after we reconnected and we got married the following year. our twin boys are soon to turn 3 and our girl has just turned 5. spike is working on jackass 2 right now, but he always makes sure we're his first priority. he always comes home early and happy. the kids adore him, and so do i. none of us have ever been happier than we are now, the media's favourite family.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[lu-twilight-is-best-boy]

Hello Twilie! I wanted to make a suggestion but as I was scrolling through your ,will write and will not write, sections I realized that there was no mention of wether your okay with people asking for poly relation ships or not.

If you are okay with it, can I request a guide-like fem!Reader with Legend and Ravio? It’s romantic and reader is a huge book nerd (she owns a book or potions shop???? IDK)

If you aren’t ok with it than you can ignore this ask.

Thank you for taking the time to read through this ask, Remember to drink water and rest well today.

Hi 👋 😃 also I am perfectly okay with writing poly relationships (I am poly myself actually) so I was super excited when I seen this request 😄, also I have updated my Info Post (you can find it here) to include more stuff(like poly relationships for example) so it will hopefully be more helpful to people anyways thanks for the ask, i tried to the best of my ability to follow your request as much as possible, also I've never written anything with Ravio before so he maybe a teeny tiny bit out of character, but I hope you enjoy it

Warnings: does fluff count?, cuteness, writer attempting at something cute and romantic, poly relationship, fem reader, reader is a good witch/sorceress who owns a store, reader calls Legend link, not proofread(I've been trying to get in contact with my friend who proofreads things for me but I wasn't able to)

Summary: you run a shop in the town close to the house you share with Legend and Ravio, selling everything from books to herbs to potions you name it you probably have it, and on this particular day your two favorite customers stop by to do some shopping

You looked out the window of your shop while leaning on the counter as you watched people walk by if you were being honest with yourself today was kind of a slow day you haven't had very many customers today outside of maybe the occasional old lady or gentleman needing something for their aches and pains as well as the occasional mother coming in because her child or baby had a stomach ache or needed something to help them sleep better at night honestly if it wasn't for those you probably wouldn't have had any business at all today.

You we're about to leave the counter to tidy up and organize the shelves of your little shop when as you turned your head away from the window out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of something purple with something blue next to it and smiled, you turned around and went back to your spot leaning against the counter.As the door to your shop opened with a jingle because of the bell hanging above the top of the door and your two favorite customers (*cough* boyfriends *cough*) in all of Hyrule walked in Ravio was his usual happy chatty self chattering away at Legend who had his arms crossed and was looking at Ravio as if he could will the purple clad male to stop talking just by staring at him Ravio as usual ignored the look Legend was giving him and continued talking, while Legend's usual sullen mood had changed to one of slight amusement.

"Alright Ravio calm down" Legend said as he entered the shop completely, "aye aye Mr. Hero" Ravio replied with a mock salute

You giggle at Ravio's antics before you smile and wave as you greet the two "hello Legend, Ravio, how are you both doing today?"

"Fine, a little tired from all the training I've been doing lately but I suppose it's only normal after all the excitement and all" Legend replies with a slight smile Ravio nods his bunny hood bobbing with the action "yep Mr. Hero has been working really hard" He says with a wink and a tilt of his head towards you

Before he runs off to gather the herbs he needs to make his oil, leaving Legend at the counter with you

Legend rolls his eyes as Ravio runs around the shop gathering herb after herb, he shakes his head and then turns back to you

"He's been like this all day" you laugh and smile "that's Ravio for ya, so Link i can see what Ravio came for but what about you what do need"

"I need some healing potions and maybe a new book since I've finished reading the last one already"

"I see, well let me go get the potions for you and i'll be right back, okay?"

Legend nods in response as you head towards the back to get the healing potions that Legend needs as he goes to look for a new book. You quickly grab the healing potions and start heading back to the counter when you hear Ravio's voice calling to you.

"____!"

"Yeah Ravio?."

"Me and Mr. Hero have something to ask you when you get done!"

You feel your ears perk up "Me? What do you want to ask me?"

"Ah ah ah ____, you have to wait tell you get done, we're customers right now and Mr. Hero is waiting at the counter" Ravio says with a giggle

You sigh and roll your eyes, sometimes you swear that he does things like this on purpose "fine, just tell me after you have everything you need"

"You got it ____!" Ravio calls out as he goes back to running around and grabbing herbs, you get back to the counter where Legend is waiting. You place the healing potions on the counter and lean against it with a sigh as Legend sets a book down next to the potions "that all you getting this time Link?" Legend nods "yeah, I'm going to wait for Ravio to get done before i buy everything" you smile at Legend "that's fine!, probably be easier that way anyways you both get done with your shopping at the same time, and I get to find out what you both wanted to talk to me about" you say the last part of your sentence while leaning closer towards Legend "hmm" he replies as Ravio comes running to the counter and places all of the herbs that he grabbed down onto the counter

"Alright so Link's things are first, so eight healing potions at 28 Rupees a pace plus the book is 48 Rupees, let's 100 Rupees yeah?" You say as you hold out your hand for payment but Legend frowns "That's not right it should be 266 Rupees not 100"

"normally it would be but you get the special boyfriend discount" you reply and giggle as Legend's face turns a little pink with a blush as he hands you the Rupees you requested, "what about me? Do i get the special boyfriend discount?" Ravio asks while pushing the herbs forward, you giggle again "yes Ravio you get the discount to, which means your normal 100 Rupees purchase is now 30 Rupees"

"Thank you so much ____!" Ravio says as he hands you the Rupees, you take them and put them away with the rest before walking around the counter so it was no longer separating you from your boyfriends

"So what is it you to wanted to tell me, i mean Ravio did say i would find out when i was done and i am done now" you ask Legend "so are you going to tell me?"

"I suppose so" Legend says "we were wondering if you could close up the shop early and come home, maybe we could sit under the tree behind the house and read or just relax"

"Sure!, I can close up shop and go home early, it's no problem!" You say smiling as you run of to tidy up just a little extra bit before closing up the shop

"That's Great!" Ravio says as he begins to gather all of the herbs that he bought off of the counter and walks outside with Legend as you lock the door to your shop "so let's get going then, you ready to go home ____?" You run over to Legend and Ravio who are waiting just a little ways away from the door to your shop as you step between them and grab Legends hand in your left and Ravio's in your right "yes I'm ready the shops all locked up!" You say as you begin to walk away from the shop, leading the two of them along the road. You and your boyfriends follow the road from the store all the way out of town and to the house where you live, you all chatted and laughed during the walk as you enjoyed each others company and it was nice to have the time to do so, especially with Legend prone to running off and going on adventures where you and Ravio might not see or hear from him for months at a time, so the time that the three of you did spend together was a nice break from what has become routine.

When you arrive at the house you live in, you all go around to the back where you find the tree that Legend wanted to relax under. Only for you to gasp in surprise at the picnic that Ravio and Legend had set up under the tree before going and getting you. "What do you think of it?" Legend asks as he watches you, he's now sitting down on the picnic blanket and props his feet up on a small rock that juts out from the tree

"Do you like our surprise ____?" Ravio asks as he guides you over to sit down between him and Legend

"Of course I like it, it's lovely!" you reply as you lean back against Ravio and Legend moves to lie down with his head in your lap, "You two made this for me?"

"We wanted to surprise you with something nice" Legend says while stroking his thumb across the back of your hand and looking up at you. "Yeah!, we love you ____!" Ravio says as he leans forward slightly and places a kiss on your cheek

"I love you both too!" you say smiling as you lean forward and give Legend a quick peck on the lips then you turn and do the same to Ravio before leaning back against Ravio again and resting your hand on Legend's chest "This is nice, being able to relax here with the two of you, it makes me feel really happy" you say while looking up at the clouds as Legend reads his new book out loud for you and Ravio "we love being able to relax with you to ____!, right Mr. Hero?" Ravio says while running his hand through your hair

"Yeah, it makes a nice change from running around looking for monsters" Legend says while continuing to read his book.

You stay under the tree for a good hour just enjoying the moment and listening to Legend as he reads to you and Ravio, Legend will occasionally stop reading to elaborate or explain a part that might be confusing. This isn't something he has to do very often but it's still nice that he takes time to do so and you both appreciate it.

As you listen to Legend read and Ravio ask him the occasional question you feel your eyes start to closeyou lean back and just enjoy the company of your boyfriends, as you drift off to sleep. Eventually Legend finishes his book and closes it so he can put it down. he looks up and smiles at the sight of you and Ravio leaning on each other as you sleepHe sits his book off to the side as he sets up to lean on your other shoulder and join you and Ravio's napping in the backyard with the tree to watch over the three of you

THE END

[usagiverse]

Vesper-sama! Hell-o!

I was thinking, the turtles have the turtle pile, and we saw how the twins sleep together... but all usagis have a usagi pile? maybe in winter?

I have questions for the comic too, the ninja who marked Yuichi said "I smell" not see, why?.. and just in the next panel "jolt" ...but maybe is spoiler, so not problem if you can't explain

Btw the draw on fire is better...more dramatical? yes sir is better... and thanks, Yui-san looks cute with the strawberry sticker

Bunnon, I don't have energy or soul in this moment, but missed you and usagis... take care of yourself Vesper-sama

Usagi Pile! That’s right. Please take note of how “beds” are actually more like bean bags ;) It’s flexible, it’s circular, and there’s more surface area the more you put weight on it, so it fits more than it seems. Some have fluffy tops, some are just normal, and others might be fluffy all over— depends on how they like it, I suppose.

The twins grew up mostly alone with just the two of them and have each other’s backs at all times, so there isn’t a night they aren’t sleeping on each other. Yuichi snores the loudest and lays in the weirdest positions, while Shuji manages to sleep through a thunderstorm, so they’re kind of perfect for each other… Yui also knows exactly how to wake Shuji up if he needs a quick response from his brother, so he technically just lets Shuji sleep in. When they start living with Mizuki it causes a small, teeny tiny problem…

When Miyamoto is born, his parents are more than willing to pile. Yuichi joins in and Mizu can’t even protest, he’s related so he deserves it, and still living with them so he might as well. It starts to be more normal to sleep in 4 since Miyamoto is too young to be left alone. Once he’s old enough to have his own bed, they don’t pile as much except for winter or when he has a nightmare. Yuichi, at this point, learned to sleep by himself, so he doesn’t bother Mizu or his brother anymore. He might bother Miya sometimes, in Yuichi fashion. “Ohhh, My Nephew, I can't sleep~!” He would see if Miyamoto was awake. No response? Yuichi just ever so slightly worms himself over to the bed and lays on one end of it. There was a response? Yuichi would bellyflop onto Miya’s bed, which obviously gives Mizuki a heart attack if she heard about it, but it’s funny for the other two. Then they goof off, Yuichi would have done his job for the day, and they either sleep like that or he goes back to his room if Miya requests privacy.

Sorry, that was already so long and there’s still another part to your ask lol..

Dear Bunnon... errmmmm can you see their eyes ? ? I can't ... maybe it's just me but a giant metal plate over the entire half of the head might hinder vision just a little bit ! maybe you see something I don't, though.... or smell... (I drew this on my phone forgive me, my hand wants to rest but I wanted to draw anyway) In all seriousness though, yeah, they might be a little bit blind ! Also note the wording in this panel hmhm

"HAS AN HEIR." It's singular. The Ninja is actually.. unaware of Shuji's presence. Oh, and they're a lynx! Might make them a tag, they're really interesting to draw. I won't tag them by name since that would be a spoiler, but maybe #Lynx or #NNC Lynx or something would work? ionno Andddd, well, I suppose it would be a spoiler, yes... Perhaps there is meaning to this "JOLT" ? Can anyone tell for sure? Anyone know why they seemingly were .. shocked, into leaving the Usagis alone? Hmm.

I miss you too Bunnon, stay safe and take care ! UV and the Usagis will always wait for you and you're always welcome back here.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

~~𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈~~

Words : 1847

Warning : No warning (teeny tiny unnoticed spoiler from Yves route)

Characters : Yves Kloss & My OC

A/N : Wow Romarin, This is a whole chapter you're writing haha, anyway, have fun and give me your opinion on it💕💕💕

Previous short stories :

Reading Between The Lines (Leon & OC)

Vernard felt a lump form in his throat as his eyes clung to the small slice of apple pie placed before him. His jade green eyes were focused solely on the delicate pastry, while his sharp, pointed ear attempted to tune in on the sound of Yves' voice. Vernard had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he had nearly missed the offer of tea from his brother. But despite his reluctance to accept, Vernard knew that he couldn't refuse Yves.

After all, Vernard was aware that Yves held a certain influence over him that no other of his brothers possessed. While Vernard could think carefully before deciding on a request from Clavis, Jin, Nokto, or even Leon, Yves had a way of making his decisions for him. Perhaps it was the intense connection they shared, or perhaps it was simply the bond of trust they had cultivated over the years. The warmth of the tea inside the cup that Vernard held in his hands sent a comforting aroma wafting up towards his nose. Yet even with the lure of the fragrant tea, Vernard was seemingly unaffected. He remained seated, not daring to take a single sip. He sat there, with his jade eyes locked on what was presented in front of him, not budging an inch, not even when Licht sat next to him, devouring Yves' pastries with complete disregard for Vernard's silence. The entire scene felt almost surreal, as if the tea in Vernard's cup was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Still, Vernard tried to snap out of his trance, wanting to take a sip of the tea that had been placed before him.

"Vernard!" A sharp note rang out in Vernard's ear, and he immediately snapped to attention. "Yes, Yves!" he barked back immediately, giving no indication of his prior attempt to take a sip. He remained seated, rigid and still, like a soldier responding to his commanding officer. Licht finished off the last of Yves' treats, and Vernard didn't even flinch, his eyes still locked on his blonde brother. Yves' gaze sharpened as he assessed Vernard. "Weren't you listening?" Yves asked, his tone dripping with frustration. "Not quite," Vernard admitted in a quiet voice, his face expressionless. A loud exhalation exploded from Yves, and he shook his head. "Jin and Leon made a huge mess in the kitchen. Did you know that?" Yves demanded, his voice raised slightly as he continued speaking. "They started licking the cake dough off the bowl! I can't believe it," he exhaled, running a hand through his blonde, honey-like hair. "They're like a bunch of kids, and all because I forgot to cover the dough. I swear, I'm going to go gray with these idiots," Yves spat out, shoving a piece of pie into his mouth, clearly frustrated.

The atmosphere at the table grew tense as Vernard spoke, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you," he started, his expression faltering. "I would have scolded these two as Mr. Sariel would have done." But Licht was quick to refute him, his tone cold but definitive. "You were outside the palace at the time, and there was nothing you could do anyway." Yves nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Vernard as the latter finally decided to take a sip but noticing his tea has now turned cold. "Ugh..." Vernard let out a tired sigh, too weary to even hide his disappointment. Unfortunately for him, his sigh was audible to both Yves and Licht, who looked at him in surprise.

As Vernard continued to gaze into his now-cold tea, Licht suddenly spoke up, his cold voice ringing out. "You didn't touch your pie." Yves and Vernard both looked up at him, surprised by the interruption. Yves raised an eyebrow at Vernard, clearly noticing that he hadn't touched the pie. "Wait, you didn't like it?" He asked, his tone was a bit full of confusion. Vernard scrambled for an excuse, suddenly feeling put on the spot. "It's not that I didn't like it," Vernard began, his voice slightly defensive. "You clearly worked hard to make it, and it's clear that Licht seems to enjoy it," he continued, gesturing to Licht who was finishing off the last cookie in the tray. Licht seemed unfazed by the conversation, and simply nodded in agreement without speaking. Yves raised his eyebrows in suspicion, still not entirely convinced. "As Licht admits, he always enjoys what I bake to the point of making me think that if I made the worst dessert in Rhodolite, he would eat it anyway," Yves said, his voice dripping with doubt. Suddenly, the tension seemed to build as Vernand and Yves engaged in a silent but heated conversation through their glances and body language. Licht seemed entirely unaffected, continuing to enjoy his cookies.

Vernard's sigh was long and deep, filling the place with a sense of tiredness. He placed the now-cold cup of tea down on the table in front of him, the liquid inside not even steaming anymore. With a slight, gentle smile he passed the plate of apple pie to Licht, as if to say, 'Here, you have some'. As soon as the pie left his hand, Vernard pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, his legs unsteady beneath him. "My apologies," he said, looking at neither Yves nor Licht. "I'll excuse myself." With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Yves and Licht staring at each other in silence.

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Night blanketed the palace, with the inhabitants sleeping soundly. But the serene silence was shattered by a faint, rattling sound that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within the halls. The sound grew louder as its source drew closer, and the owner of the footsteps quickened their pace, trying their best to keep the noise to a minimum. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Vernard was searching eagerly through the shelves and pantries, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to find whatever it was that he was looking for. After what seemed like ages, Vernard let out a tired sigh and was about to leave the kitchen, defeated. "There seems to be nothing left," he muttered, his tone slightly dejected.

Vernard's heart raced as he suddenly heard a voice behind him. "What...are you doing here?" The person spoke in a barely audible whisper, making it clear that they didn't want anyone else to hear. Without turning around, Vernard could tell that it was Yves, who stood at the entrance to the kitchen with his eyebrows raised in surprise. Without missing a beat, Vernard tried to evade Yves' question by asking one of his own. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here this late at night, Yves?" His voice was slightly shaky, and his eyes darted back and forth frantically as he tried to avoid meeting his brother's clear blue eyes. Yves' furrowed his eyebrows, realizing that Vernard was trying to avoid answering with questioning.

Yves watched Vernard carefully for a moment, trying to understand why he was in the kitchen at such a late hour. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and serious. "I was planning to drink some water before going to sleep, but I was surprised to hear voices in the kitchen. I didn't expect you to be here." Vernard shrugged, seemingly pretending to be unaffected by Yves' presence. "Same reason," he replied, his tone lacking emotion. Yves eyed Vernard for a moment longer, wondering what he was really up to in the middle of the night. Without another word, Yves turned and approached one of the kitchen cabinets. He opened the door, reached inside, and pulled out a tray of muffins. He placed them on the table with a soft thud, his eyes still fixed on Vernard. "You were looking for these?" Vernard's eyes widened a bit before becoming softer as he sighs again, his shoulders slumping slightly. He nodded slowly, finally admitting.

Yves looked at Vernard, a hint of confusion and concern in his eyes. "Why didn't you eat your pie earlier today?" he asked, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Licht didn't hesitate to eat your piece when you offered it to him, and you do realize this is not the first time." Vernard's expression darkened slightly, and he let out a sigh. "Sorry..." he began, but Yves immediately cut him off. "Why are you apologizing?" Yves asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "You must have had the idea that I don't like what you're making...all this time." Vernard bowed his head slightly, clearly feeling guilt over his actions. "I understand your situation from time to time," Yves said, his voice filled with understanding. "You have moments that make you forget important things like eating, but only eating at one time doesn't seem healthy at all. Especially for you." He paused, his blue eyes piercing Vernard's. "So, you better take care of yourself, an ill-fed prince would be of no use anyway." Yves finished, his words are reprimanding but his voice was gentle yet firm.

Yves pointed out that he's going through the same thing as Vernard, he works hard to prove himself as a worthy prince day and night to the point that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself, something Yves has been familiar with in the past, but to see something similar happening in front of him, he did not stop himself from offering advice. Vernard smiles at the realization that Yves is concerned about his health. Vernand sighed in shame as he realized that Yves was right about his eating habits. He began to explain his reasoning, but before he could finish, Yves interrupted him with a soft cough. "Stop talking," Yves said firmly, and Vernand immediately fell silent. "These muffins won't eat themselves," Yves continued, gesturing to the tray on the table. "I'll go ahead and eat them, how about you?" Vernand smiled, grateful for the opportunity to join his brother for a late-night snack. "Allow me to join you," he said, walking towards Yves. Yves smiled back at Vernand, and the two began to eat, enjoying the sweet, fluffy muffins in blessed silence.

Yves watched Vernand closely, observing his every movement. Vernand seemed more voracious than usual while eating the muffins, and Yves couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it. Was it simply his nature, or was he especially hungry today? Yves was reminded of the many things he still wanted to know about his brother. He had gotten to know Vernand well over the years since both of them somehow went through the same circumstances in their childhood, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was still more to uncover. With each bite of muffin, Yves felt an urge to break the silence and ask more about Vernand's life, his hopes, and his fears. But he didn't want to rush anything, and so he waited patiently, relishing in the simple joy of sharing a quiet moment with his brother.

~~ END

[headfullofpresley]

Take Me To The Fair

Pairing: Mike Edwards (Elvis Presley) x reader

Word count: 9,6K

Warning(s): angst (if you squint), strong language, 1963!Elvis, teeny tiny spoilers (it’s a movie from the 60s, don’t come for my ass), does not follow the exact plot of the movie, SMUUUUT!!!

Requested: nope, this was all me bein’ a whore for Mike.

Summary: Sue-Lin Ling will do anything to get her babysitter and her new best friend she meets at Seattle’s World Fair together. Even if it means sleeping without her beloved red friend for one night.

Author’s note: some elements in this are taken from the movie, but most things in there i made up. enjoy darlin’s! i will be rewatching the movie for the 100th time now. :)

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‘‘Take me to the fair, don't know anywhere I would rather be. Let's go to the fair, we'll walk hand in hand, through Tomorrow Land; only you and me. I wanna see everything, do everything. While we're doin' it all, I'll buy the peanuts and popcorn; we'll have us a ball. You can spend my pay, crush me in the crowds, I'll be in the clouds; honey, I don't care, but take me to the fair.’’

‘‘Voila, all done!’’ you smiled brightly at the six year old girl in front of you, turning her around so she could face the mirror in the bathroom of your small apartment, showing her the two braided pigtails she had been asking for you to do since the moment she opened her eyes this morning. Her eyes twinkled at the red ribbons you put at the beginning and end of your creation, the contrast of the bright color looking beautiful with her black hair. ‘‘Not too tight?’’ You asked her as you tapped the top of her head softly and she shook her head with a bright smile, the long braids swinging with her movements.

You moved to Seattle a year ago to attend the university you’ve always dreamed of, but life in the big metropolitan wasn’t exactly cheap so you applied for several jobs as soon as you were settled in your apartment. When you came across Walter Ling’s ad for a baby sitter for his niece, you immediately called the phone number listed at the bottom─you’ve always loved children and mr. Ling sounded desperate on the other end of the line. He was an apple farmer that often had to travel back and forth to make deliveries and whatnot and when he shamefully admitted that he’d let his six year old niece stay at home alone sometimes, you came over to his house that same day. Sue-Lin loved you the second she laid eyes on you and her uncle hired you on the spot. Whenever you’d babysit her, you’d usually be over at the Ling household or take her outside to do whatever she wanted to do whenever she didn’t have school to attend. When spring break came around and mr. Ling asked if Sue-Lin could stay at your place for the week because he’d be gone for work, you couldn’t say no. You had a few projects that you’d need to finish before break ended, but it wasn’t like you wouldn’t procrastinate them if you weren’t babysitting, anyways.

Along with spring break, came the Century 21 Exposition─or better known as Seattle’s World Fair. People from both Seattle and outside of it came to the city to flock the fair, learning about its space and science theme, hoping for job opportunities and whatnot. While you loved looking at the all the interesting science projects and so on, both you and Sue-Lin were more looking forward to the rides and food.

‘‘Look at the monorail!’’ Sue-Lin yelled from the passengers’ side of your car as you parked the vehicle, her small finger pointed to the entrance of the steps that led up to the fair’s monorail. You laughed as you killed the engine, taking off your seatbelt. ‘‘You can’t even see it yet, silly,’’ you grinned at her, getting out of the car. She crawled over the seat and got out at your side, smiling brightly at you. ‘‘But I already know it’s beautiful,’’ she stuck her tongue out playfully and you laughed, closing the door before slipping your hand into her smaller one. ‘‘You are more beautiful,’’ you mimicked her actions by sticking out your tongue and she laughed. Both of you went back and forth on who was more beautiful as you walked to the stairs of the futuristic train that would take you to the fair. You and Sue-Lin were talking and laughing, swinging your intertwined fingers back and forth in between you and you didn’t notice two men at the bottom of the stairs, until you bumped into one of them.

‘‘Oh, excuse me,’’ you apologized, looking at the brown haired man with a small smile on your face. He barely looked at you, mumbling something under his breath as he just dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn out brown leather jacket, turning away from you. You raised your eyebrows, reminding yourself that Sue-Lin was next to you, but oh how you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. The other man cleared his throat and you looked at him, your facial features softening a little bit─dear Lord. This man was absolutely gorgeous.

‘‘Sorry about my friend, miss. He’s in a bad mood today,’’ he told you, ignoring his friend who shot him an angry glare. You chuckled softly and nodded, the man’s blue eyes boring into yours shamelessly as a smile was tugging at his lips. ‘‘It’s no problem. Have a good day,’’ you told them, mostly the dark haired and blue eyed man rather than the other, but you were still trying to be polite. You and Sue-Lin turned back around and started walking up the steps to catch the next train, both of you ready to take on the fair by storm─and all its delicious snacks.

‘‘Excuse me!’’ You heard a voice yell out behind you and you came to a halt at the top of the stairs, reaching the monorail’s platform. You turned around and looked at the blue eyed man that had followed you up the stairs, smiling confidently at you. ‘‘Are you girls going to the fair?’’

‘‘Yes!’’ Sue-Lin exclaimed excitedly, tugging at your hand as she looked up at him with wide eyes and a bright smile. ‘‘Mind for one more to tag along?’’ He grinned, obviously meaning himself. Was this stranger really inviting himself for a day at the fair with you and the six year old girl you were babysitting? Even though he was absolutely gorgeous and his lips looked extremely kissable, he was still a man and you knew better than to trust one so soon. Sue-Lin looked at you with hopeful eyes─apparently you weren’t the only one who thought he was handsome─but you ignored her silent pleading and looked back at the man in front of you, putting on your most friendly smile. ‘‘I’m sorry, but we were kind of planning on having a… girls day,’’ you lied, giving him a nod before you turned around and walked toward the monorail, before you’d give in to your urges for some male company and let him stay. Sue-Lin giggled behind her hand as she hopped on the monorail with you, tugging you to the back. The train was full of people and you gave Sue-Lin one of the empty spots on the back bench, standing in front of her by the large windows. You didn’t notice the handsome stranger making his way into the monorail as well, sneaking into the spot next to Sue-Lin that a girl happily gave up for him. It was probably those damned baby blues.

‘‘Hello,’’ Sue-Lin whispered with a giggle as the monorail started moving forward, making you grab onto one of the poles so you wouldn’t fall flat on your face, or ass. When Sue-Lin looked over at you and saw you were enjoying the view and had no idea that she was talking to the man, she leaned in closer to him to continue whispering. ‘‘I have never seen her with a boyfriend,’’ she told him, hiding her mouth behind her hand to be absolutely sure you wouldn’t overhear her gossiping about you. ‘‘You should buy her popcorn, oh, or cotton candy! She likes that,’’ she nodded at him with big eyes, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly, pursing his lips to muffle the sound. ‘‘Does she like that, or you?’’ he asked playfully, poking her cheek and she let out a loud giggle. You turned around and the smile you wore was smacked right off of your face when you noticed the man from before giggling with Sue-Lin. You reached your hand out to her, gently pulling you in front of her as you looked at him. ‘‘Sir, I already told you, we’re fine just the two of us. Enjoy your day,’’ you said sharply, placing your arms over Sue-Lin’s small shoulders, turning back to the view of the fair coming closer in sight. Sue-Lin giggled and turned her head back to the man, putting her thumbs up. ‘‘Look at the view,’’ you told her, gently grabbing her chin to make her face forward again.

You could feel his eyes burning on you the entire time you were on the monorail and you couldn’t be more grateful when the train came to a stop, a voice through the intercom informing the passenger’s they had arrived at the fair. Sue-Lin slipped her hand in yours as she gave the man another wave before tugging you along─you looked over your shoulder once more, silently cursing the gorgeous stranger when he gave you a little finger wave and a smirk. Something told you this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

You decided to push any lingering thoughts about him out of your mind as much as possible and enjoy the day with Sue-Lin. Since you had the biggest soft spot for the girl ever, you went on every ride she was allowed in with her and probably played every money grabbing game there was, both of you not being very good at them. You decided to check out the expositions for a little bit, but the both of you got bored with it rather fast and went back outside to the fair to indulge in more games and more food.

‘‘Okay, you sit here and guard this spot with your life!’’ You told the smiley girl in front of you as you sat her down at a picnic table near a few food stands. She gave you a determined nod and two thumbs up, smiling happily as you kissed her forehead and walked to one of the food stands to get the both of you some food. You were too busy ordering and making small talk with the girl that was ringing up your order, not noticing Sue-Lin had wandered away from the picnic table and to one of the game stands, admiring a very big red stuffed dog that was the main prize of the game. The man of the booth smiled at her, asking her if she wanted to play.

‘‘I don’t have money,’’ the dark haired girl pouted as she sighed defeatedly, staring up at the stuffed animal with lost hope. Before the vendor could turn away, the handsome stranger from before stepped next to Sue-Lin, handing the man in the booth a dollar. ‘‘Mr. stranger!’’ Sue-Lin yelled excitedly, making some people look at the two with questioning looks on their faces. The blue eyed stranger took the balls the booth owner handed to him and got through his knees, smiling at Sue-Lin. ‘‘You can call me Mike, ‘kay? What’s your name?’’ he asked sweetly, handing her two balls. She squeezed them in her hands and smiled brightly. ‘‘Okay, mr. Mike. My name is Sue-Lin,’’ she told him and he chuckled, nodding as he picked her up and put her on the edge of the game booth, letting her throw the two balls he gave her. She barely even managed to reach the milk bottles that needed to be knocked down and as he saw her longing eyes at the red dog, he chuckled and threw the rest of the balls. Sue-Lin cheered in excitement as he knocked the bottles down, watching the vendor take down the dog with bright eyes. She wrapped her tiny arms around the stuffed animal as Mike put her back down on the ground─she practically disappeared behind the size of her prize.

‘‘It’s bigger than you are, tiny!’’ he laughed and she giggled, looking up at him. ‘‘Let’s go find your mommy,’’

‘‘She’s not my mommy,’’ she informed him, but followed nonetheless as he placed a gentle hand on the back of her shoulder, guiding her back to the food stands where he saw her running from. ‘‘She’s my babysitter. Her name is Y/N,’’ she smiled brightly, wanting you to meet Mike and be friendly to him. She didn’t know why you hadn’t invited him to come along with the both of you─after all, he won her the prize she wanted, so he was pretty much the perfect human being in her eyes.

‘‘Y/N, huh? Pretty name,’’ he mumbled to himself as he looked around the crowd, trying to find you in it. As they reached the picnic table and Sue-Lin realised you weren’t there, she tugged on his hand. ‘‘I think she went to see some expositions,’’

‘‘Without you?’’ he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he got through his knees, looking at her. ‘‘I don’t think so, tiny. She’s probably looking for you,’’

Sue-Lin squeezed the red dog against her a little, shaking her head confidently. ‘‘She told me she went inside and would be right back, but maybe you and I should go get her,’’ she said, a small smile tugging at her lips mischievously. As Mike sighed softly and nodded, standing up straight, she slipped her hand into his and tugged on it softly. As he looked down at her, she gave him the biggest and cutest puppy eyes she could muster. ‘‘Can we eat something first? I’m hungry,’’ she pouted and Mike let out another sigh, laughing as he gave her a playful eye roll, nodding his head as he took the stuffed animal from her, carrying it before he took her to the nearest food stand. And then another one, and another one, and another one…

You, on the other hand, weren’t so relaxed─oh no, you were in absolute panic. Every horror situation that you could think of kept playing in your mind the second you saw Sue-Lin was not at the picnic table where she should be. You were afraid something might’ve happened to her, or someone took her. Mr. Ling was absolutely going to kill you, firing your dead body on the spot. An hour went by and you must’ve circled the huge fair for about five times already, describing Sue-Lin to people and asking if they had seen her. You went to probably every information and help desk the fair had, informing them about a missing girl, but even though they gave out information through the fair’s speakers, Sue-Lin still didn’t seem to realise just in how much panic she put you through.

‘‘Sue-Lin, we really have to go and find your babysitter now. Five more minutes and we’ll have all of Seattle looking for you,’’ he told her as was holding the waffle she insisted of having in front of her face, her little mouth munching on it casually. People were looking at them know, recognizing Sue-Lin from the description that was put out through the speakers and he knew exactly how this looked like. You already thought he was some kind of weirdo, so he needed to find you before you’d think he had kidnapped Sue-Lin. She sighed as she swallowed her bite, nodding as she jumped off the bench they were on, pushing away the waffle from her. Mike handed it to a random person, quickly tugging Sue-Lin along to the information desk they said you were waiting at.

You were in tears now, ignoring the girl behind the desk that was trying to calm you down. The fair was huge and you had absolutely no idea if you were ever going to find your cute little, pigtailed companion of the day. The girl behind the desk snapped you out of your emotions as she pointed at Sue-Lin coming into a view, tugging that blue eyed stranger from the monorail along with her. You gasped as you ran over to her, picking her up as you squeezed her tightly.

‘‘Oh my God, you’re alive,’’ you breathed out softly, leaning back to look at her face. You blinked away some tears and gave her a stern look. ‘‘You can’t just walk off like that, Sue-Lin Ling! Do you have any idea how scared I was? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,’’ you told her, trying to sound strict, but you sounded more relieved that she was back and in one piece. A blush crept up her cheeks as she pouted a little, swinging her arms around your neck as she apologized in your ear. You sighed deeply as you rubbed her back, thanking the girl behind the desk as she announced through the speakers that the missing child was found.

‘‘I’m really sorry, miss. She was with me,’’ Mike spoke up and you turned to look at him, your fierce eyes squinting at him. You put Sue-Lin down, holding onto her hand, pointing an accusing finger at the man in front of you. ‘‘And you didn’t think to look for me? I’ve been running around in circles like a fool for an hour and what have you been doing exactly? There’s a million information desks here, you couldn’t have gotten it through your thick skull to have them call out for me?!’’ You yelled at him, people looking at you as if you had lost your mind but you didn’t even care at this point.

Mike stayed calm, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as Sue-Lin folded her hands together, pleading him not to say anything. ‘‘We ate some food. Sue-Lin was hungry, she can be very persuasive, ya know,’’ he said, getting an angry glare from the little girl next to you.

‘‘It’s my fault, miss Y/N! Please don’t yell at mr. Mike. He’s really nice and he won me a prize!’’ she exclaimed, holding out her hands to the dog Mike was still holding. ‘‘Can he come with us to the big scary building?’’ She asked, pointing up at the Space Needle you promised to take her to before she took the stuffed animal he handed to her as he got through his knees to be at the same height as her, looking up at you. ‘‘I’m very nice, miss Y/N,’’ he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. ‘‘And I’ll pay for the food,’’

You almost scoffed right in his face, crossing your arms as you stuck out your hip, looking at the pair in front of you. Sue-Lin pouted heavily at you, folding her hands together once more as she squeezed the stuffed animal in between her little arms. You rolled your eyes and shook your head a little bit. Sue-Lin obviously wanted you to give this man your attention and you knew she wouldn’t let it rest until you’d say yes. ‘‘Fine!’’ you exclaimed, wanting them to stop looking at you like that. As Mike stood up straight again, you looked at him as you took Sue-Lin’s hand in yours again. ‘‘And you’re definitely paying,’’

The Space Needle was probably one of the most popular attractions at the fair─it had an amazing view of the entire fair and city no matter what floor you were on, but since you had to queue so long for it and it was getting later, the three of you agreed on going to the revolting restaurant on the top floor straight away. After chewing all day long, Sue-Lin was still hungry. As you were seated in the restaurant, the sun had gotten down, stars painted against the dark night sky. It was a gorgeous view and even though you wouldn’t admit it, the view across from you at the table wasn’t so bad either. Sue-Lin insisted on sitting next to Mike, drawing on a placemat the waitress put down for her and he was helping her. The sight made your heart clench but as he grinned at you so confidently, you had to remind yourself that he was still a man, and a stranger. And he seemed like the type that knew he was good looking, using it to his advantage more than he should.

‘‘So, what do you do, Mike?’’ you asked him after you finished your meals, taking a sip of the coffee you had ordered. Sue-Lin had trouble keeping her eyes open, leaving her half eaten desert for what it was as her head fell against Mike’s arm, eyes drooping shut. He chuckled softly and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting her lay against his side instead. ‘‘I’m a pilot,’’ he told you as he looked back at you, not shying away from the intense eye contact. You hummed softly, smiling as you were genuinely interested in his profession. ‘‘What airline?’’ you asked, putting your coffee down. He chuckled softly, resting his arm on the back of Sue-Lin’s seat. ‘‘My own, you could say,’’ he said and you gave him an impressed nod, making him laugh softly. ‘‘Crop dusting pilot. Along with my friend, who you met earlier today, but I’ve been thinking about quitting. Him that is, not flying,’’ he said, sighing softly and you leaned your elbows on the table, chin on your knuckles. ‘‘I want bigger and better things and he’s not ready for that yet,’’ he told you and you nodded your head a little bit, smiling as you pointed outside. ‘‘Why reach for the stars if you can reach for space? The fair is the perfect place for it,’’ you chuckled and he let out a soft laugh, nodding as he took a sip of his coffee. He seemed to be in thought for a little bit until his eyes twinkled when they met yours again. ‘‘How about we go to the NASA exposition that opens tomorrow?’’

You widened your eyes a little at him, lowering your hands. ‘‘Oh.. Well, you know, I’m babysitting Sue-Lin all week and I have school projects to work on that are due by next week, so..’’

‘‘I wanna go,’’ Sue-Lin mumbled as she slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a little bit as she smiled at you and Mike. Mike smiled back at her, squeezing her shoulder. ‘‘See! She wants to go,’’  he said, hope in his eyes. Sue-Lin leaned closer to his ear, cupping her hand over her mouth. ‘‘She never does her school work in time,’’ she whispered to him, though loud enough for you to hear and you rolled your eyes, laughing softly. Mike grinned and looked at you as Sue-Lin pouted and fluttered her eyelashes at you, hugging Mike tightly as if she had known him for years. He gently put his head on top of hers, pouting now as well. The sight was cute and you laughed at it, but you were stubborn and softly shook your head, sighing softly.

‘‘I’m sorry, Mike, but.. no,’’ you said seriously, giving Sue-Lin a warning look as she opened her mouth to protest. ‘‘I’m just not ready for.. anything that comes close to a relationship or whatever it is what you’re looking for,’’ you told him, quickly grabbing your purse from the seat next to you as you got up. Sue-Lin silently got up, but you could see in her eyes that she was bummed out at the fact that you just turned down her new best friend.

‘‘How about a friendship?’’

You looked at the blue eyed man, who was oh so gorgeous with those stupidly kissable lips and perfectly slicked back hair. Your heart wanted to say yes, yes, yes! But you decided to be rational this time. You had run into dozens of men like Mike in your life and every time you had listened to your heart, they broke it into a thousand pieces and moved on to the next one. You took Sue-Lin’s hand into yours, giving the man in front of you a soft smile. ‘‘I’m sorry, Mike,’’ you told him, trying to soften the blow by sounding sweet. ‘‘I hope you will get the change you’ve been looking for. And thank you.. for today,’’ you gave him a little nod before you slowly turned around and took Sue-Lin to the elevators. Sue-Lin looked over her shoulder, waving at Mike with tears in her eyes─she was going to do absolutely everything to make sure this wouldn’t be the last time you and her would see Mike Edwards.

The next morning, Sue-Lin was up and ready at the crack of dawn. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and gotten herself dressed in the outfit you put out for her last night. The big red dog Mike won for her yesterday was nowhere to be seen and she would be absolutely devastated if she wouldn’t be aware of its whereabouts. But she was very aware. When you turned down Mike and took her out of the restaurant, her prayers had been answered when you seemed to completely forget about the stuffed animal and she pretended to as well. Mike didn’t notice until you and Sue-Lin were out of the building and he had no luck of finding you and the little girl outside when he had managed to squirm his way through the crowds and to the monorail. You were long gone, but something told him not to get rid of the awfully hideous red dog, so he took it home and decided to give his luck another try tomorrow.

‘‘Y/N, wake up, wake up!’’ Sue-Lin yelled after she was done playing with her toys. She had decided to let you sleep until at least 8 o’clock, because she knew how cranky you could get in the mornings. Eight was still damn early for you, especially on your free day, but the little girl couldn’t wait anymore. When you opened your eyes, Sue-Lin channeled the little actress that was hidden inside of her─she pouted her lips, making tears burn in her eyes as much as she was capable of. You turned on your side as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times and when you saw her teary eyed face, you sat up a little as worry took over your features. ‘‘Hey little girl, come here,’’ you whispered, wrapping your arms around her as she sat down next to you on your bed. ‘‘What’s going on?’’

Sue-Lin grinned softly at herself as she had her face pressed in your chest, squeezing you tightly with her arms wrapped around your waist. ‘‘M-My.. My dog,’’ she stuttered, letting out soft sobs. She sure did a good job of making it all sound very realistic. You frowned, running your hands through her long hair that was hanging down because she wasn’t able to do her usual braided pigtails herself yet.  ‘‘My red dog that mr. M-Mike won for me.. We forgot it last n-night,’’ she sniffed, her shoulders shaking in your embrace as she cried and you widened your eyes a little. You had completely forgotten about the stuffed animal when leaving the fair, your stupid weak brain too occupied with Mike and how much you wanted to slap yourself for turning him down. You cleared your throat a little, placing your hands on her arms to gently push her back in your embrace, looking down at her. Real tears were rolling down her cheeks, so you figured she must’ve really liked this dog. She pouted heavily, wiping some of her tears away with the back of her hands, looking up at you with those soft sad brown eyes.

‘‘Can we go back today to see if he still has it?’’ She questioned pleadingly and you sighed deeply, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds. He told you that he’d be going to the NASA exposition today, but he could’ve changed his mind. Maybe him and his friend had already flown right out of Seattle the moment you got home last night.

‘‘There could be a chance that he won’t be there, Sue-Lin. He could be a busy man,’’

Sue-Lin huffed but as you raised your eyebrow at her, she quickly pouted again. ‘‘But what if he is! Mr. Mike is a sweet man and I don’t think he is a busy man. Busy men don’t go to the fair alone,’’ she stated matter-of-factly, as if she had known this man her entire life already. Part of you wished you were that trusting of people, maybe then you would’ve actually be dating someone already. You looked at her with squinted eyes and a smile spread across her face, wrapping her arms around your neck to hug you tightly as she pleaded over and over again for you to take her. You sighed deeply and tugged her hair softly in a playful manner. ‘‘Okay, fine, fine! We’ll go,’’ you gave in and she immediately jumped off the bed, tugging you along. ‘‘But! Only to get your dog back and no more running off, you hear me?’’ you told her, trying to sound stern, but she just smiled and nodded, pulling you into the bathroom so you could do her hair.

You hated that you actually made a bigger effort today than you did yesterday─perfecting your make-up, matching the colors of your eye shadow to the pink cream shift dress you decided to wear. Sue-Lin gave you a wide grin as you stepped into a pair of white mid heeled pumps, spraying some perfume on your skin after you put your hair up. You raised an eyebrow at her, playfully spraying some perfume in her direction. ‘‘Not a word,’’ you told her with a laugh, grabbing your purse and car keys, getting her in the car with you before driving to the fair, once again.

With the weather being sunnier today, it seemed like the fair was even more crowded. There were people every where and even though both you and Sue-Lin were tempted by the tempting smell of food all around, you went straight to the exposition halls. You were determined to get this damned stuffed animal back, and Sue-Lin was determined to have you and Mike see each other again. You bought a ticket for the NASA exposition and sighed deeply as you looked around, Sue-Lin clinging onto your hand. You barely knew anything about space and as a fashion major, you were certainly not interested in NASA, so you felt extremely out of place. Most people that wandered around the place knew what they were here for and actually understood what they read in the information folders, but you and the little girl on your hand were completely clueless. But then again, you were here on a mission and one mission only.

‘‘There he is!’’ Sue-Lin exclaimed loudly, tugging on your hand as she pointed at the man you were looking for, dressed in a formal pair of black slacks and a brown blazer. God, he looked even prettier than yesterday. That damned big red dog was squeezed under his arm, on his other arm… a pretty blonde wearing a bright yellow sundress, her blue eyes twinkling as she looked up at him with a loving smile spread across her red lips. You felt jealousy creep up your spine even though you barely knew the man for 24 hours and you hated it. Sue-Lin did not look amused either, but before you could stop her, she was already pulling you through the crowd and to Mike and the mystery lady.

‘‘Mr. Mike!’’ Sue-Lin yelled as she let go of your hand and ran up to him with open arms. He smiled brightly as he let go of the woman next to him and swiftly picked the little girl up in his arms, putting her on his hip as he laughed when she hugged him tightly. ‘‘You brought him with you!’’ she giggled as she wrapped one arm around the dog’s neck, squeezing it to her smaller frame. ‘‘Ofcourse I did, tiny. I knew you would miss him,’’ he grinned as he pressed a kiss on her forehead, putting her down. He looked at you with a hint of hope in his eyes, smile still lingering on his face. You gave the girl next to him a quick smile, before looking back at him. ‘‘Thank you for keeping it with you and taking it here. Have a good day, Mike,’’ you told him with a nod of your head, taking Sue-Lin’s hand in yours again before you turned around and started walking away. Sue-Lin was protesting, looking back at Mike with pleading eyes, but you just tugged her along, wanting to get out of the exposition hall as fast as possible. You felt like a fool. What did you even expect? For him to welcome you with open arms after you’ve so bluntly turned him down last night? For such a man to even be single in the first place? You didn’t only feel like one, but you were one─a goddamn fool.  

Mike hugged the woman next to him goodbye, pushing his way through the sea of people as he ran after you and Sue-Lin, screaming your name. People were looking at him, curious to see what was going on, but he didn’t care. He didn’t hesitate to follow you outside and as you could still hear him calling for you outside, you stopped abruptly in your tracks and turned around. Poor Sue-Lin was thrown in every direction and she was thankful that you let go of her hand, though she held onto the hem of your dress to let you know she was still next to you.

‘‘What do you want, Mike?’’ You exclaimed frustratedly, a deep sigh escaping you. Maybe it sounded more rude than you intended it to, but the truth was, you were frustrated and annoyed at yourself. You wouldn’t have given in to him so easily, but you were planning on actually giving him a chance. ‘‘What was that in there? Why are you running?’’ He questioned as he took a step closer to you, trying to grab your hand but you prevented him from doing so as you casually crossed your arms in front of your chest. ‘‘I thought you’d at least buy me a drink for keeping Big Red over there safe,’’ he grinned as he nodded to the stuffed animal in Sue-Lin’s arm, the girl watching the both of you curiously. She had no idea what was about to go down, but the thought of you and Mike seperating again made her sad.

‘‘Perhaps I was going to, but it seemed like you were in perfectly fine company already,’’ you said, obviously meaning the blonde on his arm when you came in. You tried to keep the tone in your voice neutral, but you were sure you sounded like a jealous girlfriend. And you weren’t even his girlfriend.

When he shamelessly let out a laugh, you widened your eyes at him as you tightened your arms against your chest. Was he really laughing at you right now? The nerve. You heard Sue-Lin giggle softly at Mike’s laugh and you softly clenched your jaw, reaching down to grab her hand and once more walk away from this man, and this time without a plan to return. Before you could manage to do so, he grabbed your wrist and looked at you, showing off his pearly whites with a bright smile.

‘‘That was my sister,’’ he said with an amused chuckle and when he saw you looking at him with wide shameful eyes, blush creeping onto your cheeks, he couldn’t hold back his laughter. He figured how it must’ve looked like for you and while he usually did not care to string several girls around at once, ever since seeing you yesterday, he had his sights set on you. You were interesting─not giving in to his charms so easily like most usually did, making him work for your attention. It was refreshing, in some way.

‘‘Your s-sister? Well, what about.. What about your friend? Where is he?’’ You questioned, placing a hand on your hip as you tried to act as unbothered as possible but your nervous demeanor wasn’t fooling anyone, let alone him. He shrugged as he grinned at you, his hand that was still around your wrist loosening but instead of letting you go, he slipped his hand right into yours, lacing your fingers together. ‘‘I told you, he’s not ready,’’ he said, shooting Sue-Lin a quick wink as he started walking with you and her. She moved to Mike’s other side, slipping her hand into his. Your muscles released some of their tension, showing defeat as you just walked along, looking at him with curious eyes.

‘‘I just applied for a job at NASA,’’ he grinned widely. ‘‘Since you didn’t want to join me for the exposition, I called up my sister who lives in Seattle. She gave me the final push I needed to reach for space,’’ nudging your shoulder with his own, he laughed as you widened your eyes and smiled at him. A genuine smile. Yesterday he told you he was thinking of going for bigger and better things, and now he had truly done it. Mike Edwards moved fast.

‘‘That’s amazing, Mike! Congratulations,’’ you told him, squeezing his hand a little. You and Mike looked at each other as you walked, big smiles on both of your faces. Maybe you had been worrying for nothing, maybe you should just let go of the reigns for a little bit and put your trust in the universe for once, letting them take over instead of shielding your heart from anyone that came too close. The blue eyed charmer was about to lean in to kiss your cheek until Sue-Lin harshly pulled on his arm and he let out a grunt, frowning at her─his features relaxed as she smiled brightly and pointed at a candy booth, tugging you both along.

Mike remembered what the little girl told him yesterday on the monorail and grinned, letting Sue-Lin pick what she wanted to have before he ordered a bucket of buttered popcorn and turned to you with a smirk. ‘‘I should be the one buying you that,’’ you laughed as you took it out of his hands, letting him pay the vendor. Sue-Lin was happily munching on her sugar coated apple─Mike took her stuffed animal in his arms, giving her enough space to eat as he slipped his hand back into yours. He opened his mouth as you started walking again and you took the hint, throwing some popcorn in his mouth. Half of it landed on the ground and he gave you a look before he laughed, opening his mouth once more. You rolled your eyes playfully, feeding him a bit more gentle this time. He managed to catch your index finger in between his lips, sucking some butter off the digit. You had to bite your tongue to hold back a gasp when you felt his tongue come into contact with your skin, and pulled back your finger. ‘‘You taste sweet, honey,’’ he grinned, the way he was looking at you making you nearly fall to your knees right in the middle of this goddamn fair. Shaking your head a little, you threw some popcorn at his face, laughing as you tried not to show how flustered he was making you feel.

You weren’t exactly planning on spending another full day at the fair and abandoning your school responsibilities, but before you knew it, the sun had set and the fair lit up with twinkling neon lights. Families with small children were traded for the local youth who went to spend their money on thrill rides and the ridiculous amount of games there were to be played, trying to win their lovers a cute prize. After the small dinner you had, Sue-Lin was too tired to walk and was currently sleeping on Mike’s shoulder as he carried her onto the stairs to the monorail platform. Your heart swelled at the sight, squeezing the red dog closer against you as you silently followed. There was no way you could protect your poor heart now─Mike had been nothing but nice the entire day, and he was so incredibly sweet with Sue-Lin. Playing all the games with her, going on all the rides, putting her on his neck or back when her feet got tired. When you got back to your car after the monorail ride, you smiled at him as he put Sue-Lin on the backseat, fastening her seatbelt. You waited when he asked  you to, watching him run back across the street to get some of his stuff out of the public lockers.

‘‘Do you need a ride?’’ You asked as you opened the door on the drivers’ side, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Please say yes, please say yes. He laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck as he bit his lip. ‘‘I got nowhere for you to drop me off at,’’ he mumbled and you frowned, leaning your arm on the door. ‘‘I was living with Danny, but he kind of.. kicked me out,’’ he spoke softly, almost seeming a little ashamed to admit such a thing. Your mouth formed in a small O shape─what an asshole of a friend. ‘‘What about your sister?’’ you questioned softly, not wanting to sound rude, or as if you were rejecting him. Again. He told you she worked nightshifts at her job most of the time and he did not have a key to her place since they didn’t see each other a lot. You sighed softly, shoving your car keys in his hand. Maybe you were going to regret this, but those were going to be worries for tomorrow. ‘‘You drive, I’ll tell you where to go,’’

Sue-Lin was still sound asleep in Mike’s arms as you entered your small apartment and you silently pointed to your bedroom door. You followed him inside, putting his bag of what you guessed were clothes and his guitar case by the dining table. You smiled softly as Sue-Lin groggily opened her eyes when she was put down on the bed, watching Mike with confused eyes as he took her shoes off. ‘‘It’s alright, tiny. You’re home,’’ he chuckled softly as she looked at you and nodded, laying her head down on the pillow. He stood up straight and looked at you as you walked closer to him, grinning playfully. ‘‘And you will be sleeping on the couch,’’ you told him as you poked his chest softly, laughing as he rolled his eyes and nodded, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before he grabbed his bag and left the bedroom. You undressed Sue-Lin and put her pajama’s on, which honestly was more difficult than you expected to do on someone who wasn’t cooperating at all. You let her hair be for what it was so you wouldn’t wake her up and quickly changed out of your dress and into a nightie, putting the matching robe on as well so it didn’t seem like you were completely throwing yourself at the man. You still wanted his head to turn, though. You let your make-up for what it was, spraying some perfume in the air before walking through it, meeting Mike again who was sitting on your couch. He had taken his blazer off, sleeves of his cream button up rolled up to his elbows, guitar in his lap. You both stared at each other and you hadn’t even realised your night wear had him checking you out like you wanted him to, too busy focusing on his chest that peaked out from underneath his shirt.

‘‘I didn’t know you played,’’ you smiled, clearing your throat a little as you walked over to him. He grinned as he looked at you, his thigh pressed against yours on your small couch as you sat down next to him. You ignored how close he was to the best of your abilities and looked down at his guitar, tapping your nail against the neck of the instrument softly. ‘‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me,’’ he grinned mischievously and you looked at him, raising a playful eyebrow.

‘‘Like… how you’re secretly a serial killer and will bash my head in with that guitar any second now?’’

He widened his eyes in horror and you laughed, throwing your head back. ‘‘Good God, what is going on in that pretty but sick little head of yours?’’ He laughed, putting his guitar down as he held up his hands when you looked at him. As if to show you he was harmless. You giggled and pushed his hands down, smiling at him. ‘‘That’s a secret I’ll never tell,’’ you joked as you shot him a bold wink and he chuckled, smoothly sliding his hands in yours. ‘‘I’m willing to try and make you, though,’’ he mumbled as he started leaning in closer. Your giggling stopped as you gasped in some air, squeezing his hands softly as you felt his hot breath on your skin. You caught him looking down at your lips as he licked his own and it sent a tingle down your spine, your eyes fluttering shut when he softly pressed his lips against yours. Surprising the both of you, you were the first one to part your lips, deepening the kiss when your tongue came in contact with his. He slowly released your hands and cupped your face, your hands planted on his thighs. As he softly sucked on your tongue before pulling back, you pressed your digits in his legs and he grinned, moving one hand up to your hair─he pulled the elastic you put in there this morning out of it, making your hair frame your face. When he put his hands on your hips and leaned back, you gladly followed him and straddled his waist, gasping softly as his hands slid up your thighs and disappeared under the silk of your night wear. You never expected yourself to be in this position, especially not with him, but it seemed like you were weaker than you thought. How in the world could you resist a man like Mike Edwards? The longer you looked at him from up close, the more convinced you were that he was created by the hands of God himself.

You leaned back in to kiss him once more, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you explored each others’ mouths. You could still taste the faint taste of sweets on his tongue he had throughout the day and it had you softly moaning in his mouth, his fingertips caressing your warm skin. You pushed the fabric of his shirt off of his shoulders when you finally managed to flick open the last button and pulled back from the kiss, running your fingers down his chest and stomach, shamelessly checking him out. It greatly fed into his ego and he smirked as he looked down to watch your quick hands unbuckle his belt, pulling down his zipper impatiently. He let you do your thing as he sat back, only raising his hips off of the couch for a second so you could pull both his slacks and boxershorts down a little, groaning softly as his hard cock sprung free, a drizzle of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. He didn’t expect you to take so much initiative and be so bold, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. His hands slid down your thighs again as you moved back a little further on his legs, wrapping your hand around his cock─you smiled sweetly at him as you held eye contact, your hand moving up to let your thumb spread some of his pre-cum around, making him gasp softly. You wrapped your other hand around his cock, bringing your thumb to your lips─shamelessly sucking off his arousal. ‘‘You taste sweet, honey,’’ you mimicked his words back at him he used with you when he sucked the butter of your finger, and you had to bite your tongue to hold back a laugh as you saw the look in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to jump your bones and devour you whole, the small moan rolling off his tongue making you clench around nothingness.

His fingers were digging into your thighs as you were jerking him off, building up to a steady and enjoyable pace. Small moans and grunts were leaving his mouth, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake up Sue-Lin. He pulled the string of your robe loose, the weightless fabric falling right down your shoulders, exposing the skimpy nightie you wore underneath. He licked his lips hungrily as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them softly to make you moan at his actions. He grinned softly and moved one hand down, pulling your nightie up a little as he spread his legs a bit further, which caused you to spread yours. As he had more space, he slipped his hand right into your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds, humming teasingly at the feeling. You watched as he pulled his hand back, dipping his digits into his mouth─when he opened his mouth, you just knew what he was about to say.

‘‘Don’t you even dare say it,’’ you laughed softly as you grabbed his wrist, bringing it back to where you wanted him. He laughed as well and gave you what you wanted, slipping his hand back into your panties, pushing a finger into you right away. Your soft laughter turned into a shaky gasp, your free hand grasping onto his forearm. He gave you a devilish grin as he pushed his digit all the way in, pressing his palm against your clit, rubbing against it teasingly. You moaned softly, nails digging into his skin but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. You whined pleadingly as you squeezed his cock in your hand a little bit, picking up your pace. He groaned softly as he added another finger, giving up on the teasing and giving you what you wanted─mostly because he could barely focus with your hand trying to match up to the rhythm of his. The both of you were trying hard to keep your sounds to a minimum, keeping eye contact so intense you didn’t even think you were capable of having with someone. You weren’t an extremely shy person, not even with someone’s dick in your hand, but one should be at least a little timid in this position. This man was awakening something inside of you and you couldn’t wait to explore that part of yourself more.

You were both close─you could feel it in the way he twitched in your hand, and he could feel it in the way your hips were following his fingers, walls clenching around him. Your hand slowly came to halt and when he slipped his fingers out of you and out of your panties, you got up, legs a little wobbly. He took off his shirt completely as you dropped your robe to the floor, grabbing his face to kiss him hungrily while he pulled his pants down, kicking his shoes off and the fabric that pooled around his ankles. He pulled back from the kiss to take off your nightie, throwing it across the room as he snaked his arms around your waist. You looked up at him as he put you on your small two seater, hovering above you with hungry eyes, hands moving your panties down. You ran your hands through his hair, messing up the gel in it as his fingertips tickled your calves when he pulled your underwear all the way off, dropping it to the floor. The both of you completely forgot about the fact that you were not the only person in your apartment tonight, hopelessly dragged into the pleasure of exploring each other.

He leaned down to kiss your lips a few times, aligning himself at your entrance as you spread your legs for him. Your hands were holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pushed himself inside and you groaned softly at the delicious intrusion. He gently leaned his forehead against yours as he bottomed out, gasping as his hands were squeezing the arm rest of the couch.

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he stuttered softly, eyes fluttering closed, allowing you to admire the way pleasure was written over his features. ‘‘Baby, you’re so tight,’’ he breathed out and you kissed him, grinning softly against his lips as you cupped his face. ‘‘Doubt you m-mind that,’’ you whispered, trying to sound smug, but he didn’t miss the slight stutter in your words. He laughed softly, biting his lip as he opened his eyes to look down at you, raising a teasing eyebrow. ‘‘Certainly not, beautiful,’’ he grinned, capturing your lips in a slow kiss as he gently thrusted into you─you gasped in the kiss, arms wrapping around him, nails dragging down his back as he didn’t waste any time and picked up his pace. It only caused your nails to dig in deeper and he moaned deeply at the delicious hint of pain mixed with pleasure, fucking you into the couch.

The both of you were a mess, moaning in each others’ mouths to keep the noise down─you whined softly as he pulled back from the kiss and leaned one knee on the couch, his left foot planted on the floor as he grabbed your ankles and put your thighs flat against his chest, feet over his shoulders. He continued thrusting, placing kisses on the side of your foot. While his hair was a little messed up and his lips swollen because of stolen kisses, he still looked as gorgeous as ever, a smirk tugging at his lips. You cursed as you pressed your hands over your mouth, your forearms squeezing your breasts together which Mike certainly wasn’t complaining about. You had to try real hard not to moan too loud, but Goddamnit, he was making it so hard. As he leaned forward a little, taking your legs with him and nearly folding you in half, you widened your eyes at him as you cried out in your hands. With the new position, he was hitting your g spot with every thrust, making you squeeze your eyes shut. You wanted to look at him and watch his pretty face, but your body wouldn’t allow it. You were too far gone in the pleasure that was slowly but surely consuming every inch of your body and mind, crying and moaning in the palm of your hands and when he saw an actual tear rolling down your cheek, his ego nearly exploded, smirking like an asshole.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and you made the mistake to grab onto his arms, a moan escaping your throat. He immediately leaned down even further, swallowing your cries as he kissed you sloppily, his hips stuttering a little as he came inside of you. You didn’t even protest it, your own orgasm making you feel as if you were floating right off of the pink two seater. He slowly pulled away from the kiss a few seconds after your shared climax, pulling out of you─the loss of having him inside of you made you whine softly, looking at him as you breathed heavily, your ears ringing. He pushed back some of his hair and let himself sit back on the couch, throwing his head back.

‘‘Thank God for the World’s Fair,’’ he sighed with a grin on his face, rolling his head into your direction. You looked at him, laughing as you poked your toe in his ribs, making him squeal softly before he grabbed your ankle. As he noticed his cum threatening to spill out of you, he let go of your ankle and pushed two digits inside of you, pushing it back inside of you. You leaned your elbows on the arm rest of the couch, gasping as you widened your eyes a little at him. With a soft laugh at your reaction, he leaned forward and pecked your lips. ‘‘You almost stained your pretty little couch,’’ he said playfully and you rolled your eyes, slapping his chest as he pulled his fingers out of you.

The both of you were tiptoeing to your bedroom like thieves in the night, having put your underwear back on. As you slowly creaked open the door and stuck your head inside, you saw Sue-Lin was sleeping in the middle of the bed, arms spread out, snoring softly. You grabbed Mike’s hand and softly pulled him along to your ensuite bathroom, closing the door at a snail’s pace behind you before you turned on the light.

‘‘I should buy her a present tomorrow,’’ Mike grinned as you were standing in your small shower space together. You pushed back some of his wet hair before wrapping your arms around his neck, laughing softly. ‘‘She likes chocolate and roses. Any color,’’ you told him, tilting your head with a grin on your face. He raised an eyebrow, slipping his arms around your waist to push you against his chest. ‘‘She does, or.. you do?’’ he hummed with a grin on his face─remembering the moment he had with Sue-Lin on the monorail yesterday morning. You and her weren’t even related, but definitely alike. He leaned down to press a tiny kiss on your nose and you giggled, standing on your toes to peck his lips. ‘‘Both. We come in a packaged deal, ya know?’’

‘‘I figured that much,’’ he laughed, stepping backwards so you’d have more of the warmth of the streaming water. ‘‘But I think you deserve a little more than just chocolates and roses,’’ he smiled and you looked up at him curiously, moving some hair out of your face. When his smile turned into a teasing grin and he wiggled his eyebrows a few times, you huffed and rolled your eyes─he probably wasn’t going to tell you what he had in store for you.

‘‘Surprise me, mr. Edwards,’’ you sighed theatrical, leaning your head back and he laughed, leaning down to kiss your neck playfully. ‘‘That I will, beautiful,’’ he hummed in your ear, placing a tiny kiss on your earlobe. Maybe falling for the charms of Mike Edwards wasn’t so bad after all.

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[strawberrystrangers]

Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

     “Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

     An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

     You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

     “A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

     Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

     Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground. 

     That’s when Sebastian sees you.

     He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough. 

     “Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

     “I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

     “Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

     Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

     “Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

     Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

     “It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

     “A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

     “Common phrase.”

     “A common phrase?”

     “We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

     “I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

     “Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

     Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

     “Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

     He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

     “Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

     Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

     “You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

     “Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

     In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

     “This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”. 

     “I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

     After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

     “I have to go to the bathroom.”

     You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

     “I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.” 

     And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

     “Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

     “I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

     “I was asking if you were having a good time.”

     “I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

     “I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

     “Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

     “Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

     “Yeah…”

     “Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

     You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

     “They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs. 

     You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

     “Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

     “Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

     He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

     He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

     Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

     He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

     Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

     “I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

     You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

     “We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

     “You okay?” He asks.

     You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

     “I’d like that,” he says.

     You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

     “Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

     “Did I say that out loud?”

     He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

     The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

     Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

     “Which number?” He asks.

     “Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

     He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

     “You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

     “I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

     “Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

     “Coffee, please, Y/N.”

     You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

     “Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

     “Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

     “I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

     “That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

     He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

     “I would,” you whisper.

     He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

     “You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

     You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

     “Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

     “Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

     “Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

[luna-writes-stuff]

Hey! If you’re headcanon requests are still open, could I get one for Captain Rex with she/her reader pronouns? Domesticated bliss and lovey angst 💗💗

I decided to pair this one with another anon who asked for Rex x Reader anniversary headcanons. I hope that’s okay!

Anniversary Bliss, Captain Rex

Headcanons, gn! reader

Tw: Not proofread. Teeny tiny bit of angst, just a smidge. I was pretty tired when I wrote this, so I hope it turned out alright….

- I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; a relationship with Rex consists out of 90% of your affection being private. As a clone, he cannot get himself to openly show that he is seeing someone. Not only would he risk getting court-martialed, but it could ultimately be used against him.

- So a lot of smooching and hugs and everything, happens when the two of you are alone. And unfortunately, anniversaries are no different. This time, it was a surprise though; he wouldn’t be home during your celebration. He would be off on another mission, he made that much clear.

- Yet, that morning, he stood on your doorstep, a huge smile plastered on his face, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. And he never got you flowers. Flowers were too obvious, and Rex could not take care of plants to save his life, so telling people it would be for him wouldn’t help him out.

- But he risked the flowers. His armor was removed at the top, his helmet missing as well. You were sure he left it in the barracks. And judging by his ragged breathing, he came here in a rush.

- So without hesitation, you ushered him in, only hugging him once the door had closed. His warm arms wrapped around you as he hummed contently, placing a kiss to the top of your head. You just leaned into his touch, relishing under his hold.

- As a clone, he doesn’t actually earn any money, only a roof over his head, so gifts are something the two of you always leave out. The entire day is simply spent on the couch, relaxing in each other’s embrace while talking about anything interesting.

- And that is exactly how you found yourselves; Rex on his back, your head on his chest as your legs entangled with his. You were staring at the new flowers decorating your salon table, and Rex had already begun to doze off.

- He wasn’t the type to fall asleep quickly, but it was obvious his mission had been tiring, and you would not make a big deal out of it. You knew all too well he deserved some rest.

- Food was simply delivered by Cody, who was perhaps Rex’ only brother to know of the two of you (so far), and he did a good job to keep it a secret. You had given him the keys to your apartment complex earlier, so it was no problem for him to waltz in with the food he had picked up from the restaurant a couple streets removed from your room.

- Usually, Rex would be the one to have an arm around you, or a hand on you constantly. He would kiss the top of your head with every chance he got, and leave you those little goodbye kisses every day. But he was exhausted and you couldn’t blame him.

- So you remained on the couch, eating your dinner as you granted Rex the rest hè so desperately needed. Gifts were perhaps not a big thing with the two of you, but giving him some well deserved sleep seemed like an appropriate way to celebrate your anniversary.

- He becomes surprisingly clingy when truly sleeping. He’s always holding a pillow when you’re gone, but since you found yourself on top of him, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him while he let out a big sigh. All while keeping his eyes closed.

- You did not dare to move, frightened you would wake him, if he was still sleeping. And it was late anyway. So you left your food on the table, telling yourself it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for a little hour.

- That little hour, turned into a few, until Rex eventually woke up because of the light shining through your windows. You were still dead asleep, and the man merely awed at the sight of you. It was something he’d never grow tired off. So he’d simply lay there. Until you would wake up as well.

[poisonouswritings]

HI

I have a request 🤤

LL M3 with an MC who's super good with kids? Like they don't really do anything just every single child they come across is obsessed with them and always wants to play with them and see them😭.

And MC just loves all the attention and favoritism they receive💀.

Thanks!

MC just has that 'mild chaos' energy that children are drawn to

GN!reader, children sure are like that

Felix Escellun

Felix brings you to the bookshop one day. He needs more tomes y'know? And when he goes out on these errands he likes to bring you along to get you a little something. But anyways, bookshop. You tag along today.

While Felix is in discussion with the shopkeep, you start wandering through the shelves to find something interesting.

*tug tug tug*

You look over to see a smol child tugging on the hem of your shirt. What's with that face, little buddy?

oh

Oh you're getting dragged towards the back of the store. This is fine.

The child leads you into a gaggle of other children who are all in the back of the story. A glance around the shelves shows a lot of brightly-colored titles in big font. Who'd have thought a magical bookstore would have a children's section?

All the kids are clamoring and asking you to read to them. You laugh and agree, letting them find a story. You sit down at a chair. One of the hands you the book while another crawls into your lap. Two are clinging to the back of your chair. Another sits by your feet.

By the time Felix finally comes over you're just covered in children. There's a stack of books beside you. He tries to pull you away but You Can't You Have To Read To The Children. And you clearly take pride in it too, if your too-innocent smile means anything.

And Felix is just resigned because this happens Every Single Time that you guys go out.

I think Felix is awkward around children so when you're being mobbed he's just over there like

🧍

I think kids ask to see your magic tricks!!

Anisa Anka

She brings you along on her patrol routes sometimes. It's a good way to show you stuff around town, not to mention getting the nearby people familiar with you. That way if Anisa is ever not around, you'll have some friendly faces to help you out should you need it.

Well now that you're out and about - recognizable, I mean - you've got a little fanclub. Children flock around you, holding out your pets to say hello or tugging on your clothes to ask questions about nothing or Demanding That You Have To Hear About This Funny Bird Right Now Or Else The World Will Literally Implode

Considering Anisa has the reputation of being Astraea's Hero - the one who killed the Lord of Shadows - I think she gets a lot of attention from the kids too. But there's no doubt that they're all picking you.

You regale the kids with adventures you had in the first Last Legacy made up. Anisa loves getting to hear them too, though with some of the sillier ones she's trying not to giggle.

She thinks it's adorable how much you light up around the kids and eagerly go along with their games. But she wouldn't be lying if she wasn't a teeny tiny bit jealous when you get dragged away to play in the town square and she has to do the rest of her patrol route alone. But when you get back and you're all happy and buzzing and glowing, she's genuinely happy you had so much fun. And if you invite her to come next time??

Yes she's incredibly excited.

The kids probably share their snacks with you. You set aside some to bring home to Anisa.

I think she's a little awkward around kids but usually she just plays the part of Hero so the kids don't really notice it.

Sage Lesath

I think Sage is also pretty popular with kids because he's funny and has cat ears and is more than willing to break the rules for some fun and, let's be honest here, he probably sneaks the older teenagers alcohol if they ask for it

But anyways!

He's used to kids coming over and trying to touch his ears/tails or climb on him since he's so tol or asking to see his sword because it looks cool.

So when a bunch of kids come over and they waddle up to you?? He's really taken off guard.

He does think it's cute though. Especially with how happy you look about it. You ask the kids to tell you stories and they fucking deliver!! They're excited to have a chance to talk, and you're excited to listen.

Sage like,, like you guys are out when the kids come over so when you sit down on a bench or something Sage immediately puts his head in your lap because He Demands Affection so you're just over here petting him while hanging out with all these hyper children.

He'd play with the kids too a bit but when it's clear they're mostly here for you, I think he just takes a nap.

If you guys are like,, going somewhere and kids come up to you he might just pick you up and be like 'sorry squirt we gotta go' and then just leave. But then the kids just follow you around like a bunch of baby ducks as you continue vibing with them.

Imagine how fucking funny it would be to see this 6'2 badass mercenary carrying his enthusiastic partner over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while twenty-something kids are just trotting along behind you guys.

[mypoisonedvine]

The Wrong Idea (part 2) | Lee Bodecker x Reader

(read part 1 here)

summary: your relationship with your stepfather only becomes more tense, and both of you know you can’t avoid him forever.

word count: nearly 5.8k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon/noncon, and a few consensual encounters), stepcest, pain kink, daddy kink, groping, semi-public sex, a bit of pregnancy/breeding kink (just through dialogue), stockholm syndrome/sympathy for the abuser, grooming (hence the thing before this one), a bit of violence including use of a gun, a bit of housewife kink?

Jimmy O’Doyle was sweet, and handsome; tall, and strong, and with this gorgeous blonde hair that he either styled relentlessly or just somehow dried perfect on its own.  Sure, his nose was a little big, but you found it endearing, especially when his smile was even bigger. 

Most of the girls in Knockemstiff had a crush on Jimmy— maybe it was his looks, maybe it was the fact that he drove one of the nicer cars in town— but he was either oblivious or uninterested.  He seemed to keep to himself most of the time, though he'd always be polite and carry conversation if you approached him.

Well, not you.  You never approached him.  It made you a little too nervous.

Therefore, you had no plan when he approached you after church one Sunday.  You didn't even realize he knew your name, until he used it to get your attention with a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, hey Jimmy," you mumbled back, looking up at him and chewing your lip.

"I like your dress," he informed you with a tilted smile.  You looked down at it— yellow, with a white gingham on the skirt— and felt your face getting a little warm.

"Oh, this?  Thanks, um, it was a gift from— from my stepdad."

"Oh, was it your birthday?"

You shook your head.  "Not for a few more months, he just bought me something to be nice."

Jimmy nodded, and there was an uncomfortable silence before you suddenly blurted out: "I like your tie!"

"Thanks!” he beamed.  “I got it when I went to—”

"Time to go, sweetie," your mother interrupted to inform you, motioning to the parking lot where Sheriff Bodecker was opening the driver's side door of his patrol car.  (Yes, he drove the three of you to church in the fucking patrol car.)

"Just a minute, mama," you smiled back.  “What were you gonna say?” you asked Jimmy.

“Uh, I was just gonna ask you somethin’...”

“Well, what is it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a moment.  “Just if maybe you wanted to, uh, go for a drive sometime or somethin’...”

“A drive?  Yeah, sure,” you smiled, feeling a giddy nervousness bloom in your stomach.  “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nodded.  “I’ll pick you up tonight?  At 7?”

You pictured Jimmy appearing at the door with your mother and Lee sitting in the living room.  “Um, no, I’ll meet you somewhere.  At the corner of Bailey and Hillside?”

“All right,” he smiled.

“I’ll be the one in a yellow dress,” you winked.

“I’ll be the one in the blue Cadillac,” he grinned.

Your mother called to you again and you waved goodbye to Jimmy, feeling your cheeks warm as he waved back.  

“What was that all about?” she asked as you got into the back seat.

“Oh, he was just asking if I’d wanna join the choir,” you lied quickly.  

“Well I hope you said no!  I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself,” she smiled.

“Of course, mama,” you nodded, shooting Lee a glance that said ‘do you see how she is?’

He looked back just for a second before starting the car, and you knew he understood better than most.

//

You had a plan to tell your mother and stepfather that you were going to meet some friends for dinner, but they never even asked where you were going.  Certainly made it easier to slip out and begin your walk to the corner where you planned to meet your date.  

You had your yellow dress on like you said you would, but you didn't wear the white cardigan that you had on over it at church that morning.  It was a warm night anyhow, but you hoped it would be a little more mature without it.  Not revealing or anything, but a little more daring.

Hopping into Jimmy’s passenger seat made you feel like the most special girl in the world, though you knew it wasn’t actually that big of a deal.  You let yourself get excited anyway.  

The conversation was pleasant, if nerve-wracking.  At first, you kind of hoped some other girls in town would see you in his car and get jealous, but as you two got to talking and you appreciated the scenic drive, it wasn’t so important to you anymore.  Jimmy asked where you wanted to go.  You just told him to go anywhere.  You weren’t exactly offended when he decided to take you to the closest thing Knockemstiff had to a ‘makeout point’: it was just a nice park that had a lot of open space and a cute little creek down the middle.  Knowing what this implied, you felt your face warm up slightly.

“Is it okay if we just sit in here and talk for a bit?” Jimmy asked gently.  “I rather like getting to know you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you nodded, “I like talking to you, too.”

It went on like that for a while, talking about all sorts of things that were mostly unimportant.  Jimmy went on a bit of a ramble about baseball, which you normally found terminally boring; it was interesting when he talked about it with so much passion, though.  And he returned the favor by listening to you talk about politics which was probably just as boring to him.  

“I’ve never known a girl who knew so much about the world,” he said, seeming impressed.

“I don’t think I know that much,” you shook your head, “I just listen to the radio.”

“I listen to the radio, too, but it must not be the same station as you,” he laughed.

An awkward, but not necessarily uncomfortable, silence fell over the car.  You wanted to make a move, but you didn’t know how.

“Maybe we could turn on the radio now,” you suggested.

“All right,” he jumped up, leaning forward and turning his car radio on.

And dear, I wonder if you find love an optical illusion, too? 

“Oh, I love this song,” you admitted.  “I don’t have a record player, but I think if I did I’d only have Billie Holiday records.”

“You should come over sometime, I have a lot of records,” Jimmy offered.

“Does that mean we’ll have a second date?” you asked hopefully.

“Does that mean we’re having a first date, right now?” he returned.

“I was sort of hoping so,” you smiled nervously.

“So was I,” he agreed.

Are the stars out tonight?  I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright…

Your mind wandered as you feared that somehow, Jimmy would see right through you— see who you really were.  And if he did that, he’d never want you.  You knew that.  You figured Sheriff Bodecker would go out of his way to make sure you knew that, if he ever found out this was going on.  But he wasn’t going to find out, you decided, because he had no way of knowing and you were grown anyhow.  

‘cause I only have eyes for you���

When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized Jimmy was leaning in towards you; and though you felt oddly guilty for no good reason at all, you closed the gap and kissed him.

It was gentle and sweet, nothing like the kisses you were used to.  Some materialistic, status-conscious part of you (probably the part that was related to your mother) was over the moon to be kissing the most popular young man in the whole town.  Most of you, though, was just happy to be kissing a boy that you liked, and that liked you back.

And secretly, a very teeny tiny part of you was thinking of someone else.

“You are so beautiful,” Jimmy whispered into the kiss.

“Really?  You think so?” you whispered back, smiling.

“Everybody does,” he answered as if it were obvious.  

You kissed him deeper, the smallest moan slipping out as his hands moved over your waist.  You gasped a bit when his hands moved to grab your breasts.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and kissed him again, whimpering softly as his hands massaged you through your dress.

Arousal was starting to awaken between your legs, and you felt your hips pushing down against the seat a little harder, seeking stimulation.  Gingerly, your hand started to slide up his leg, and you both gasped when you felt his erection underneath the corduroy.

He quickly took his hands off you to open up his trousers, pulling his cock out and sighing a bit when your hand wrapped around it.

You could tell it wasn’t as big as the Sheriff’s— not as long or as thick— but it still felt good in your hand, and Jimmy still looked beautiful with that look of pleasure and shock on his face.

“Damn, you’re…” Jimmy moaned, almost in disbelief, as you started to stroke him.  “You’re incredible.”

“Touch me again,” you pleaded gently, biting your lip when he reached up to pull the top of your dress down a bit— just enough to expose your tits and grab them again.

You got lost in the moment, with how good his hands felt on you, and how nice it was to kiss him, and how much you wanted him to come all over your hand.  So lost, in fact, that neither of you noticed a car had pulled up behind his until there was a tap at your window.

It was the Sheriff, shining a flashlight into the car.

“Shit!” Jimmy gasped, shoving you away and tucking himself back into his trousers while you pulled up your dress to cover yourself and turned off the radio.  Your stomach sank and you thought you could probably vomit right then and there.  

“Roll down the window, please,” Lee requested, and you awkwardly cranked the handle until it was halfway down.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, it was—” Jimmy began to explain.

“What do you want?” you interrupted, glaring at Lee.

“Just wanna make sure you’re both alright,” he answered sternly.  “It’s gettin’ pretty late.”

“It’s not even ten,” you announced with crossed arms, “and you aren’t supposed to be workin’ tonight.”

Jimmy stared at you with wide eyes, somewhere between impressed and terrified that you were standing up to the Sheriff.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” Lee snarled.  You sighed and rolled up the window again; Lee stepped out of the way so you could open your door as you got out.  “You, stay in the car,” he instructed Jimmy, who nodded fearfully.

The second you shut the door, Lee was pressing you back into the side of the car and staring you down.  You were terrified of him, actually, but you refused to show it.

You whispered to him harshly, hoping Jimmy wouldn’t hear your exchange.  “Go.  Away.” 

Lee chuckled, in an angry sort of way.  “Givin’ some schoolboy a tug in his car, huh?  In the dress I bought you?  Thought you were better than that.”

“It’s none of your business,” you asserted.

“Everything that happens in this town is my business,” he replied, “and everything that happens to you is my problem.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a jealous creep who followed me around,” you hissed.

Jimmy stepped out of the car, and both of you turned to look back at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if he was asking you or Lee.

“Can’t say that it is,” the Sheriff shook his head.  “Way I see it, this is public indecency for the both of you.”

“Sir, we didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll let you off with a warning,” Lee told Jimmy with a disappointed frown.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled.

“Not you,” he turned back to you with a sigh.  “I'm afraid I'll have to detain you.  Can't give you special treatment just cause you're family.”

“What?!” you squawked.

“You heard me, girl.  Hands behind your back."

“You can’t be serious,” Jimmy protested. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in your vehicle?” Lee remembered angrily, and Jimmy hesitated but obeyed.

As he cuffed your wrists, his hand drifted downward, cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Lee, don't…" you pleaded softly, "not here."

"Not here?” he whispered against your ear, making you shiver.  “Then where, princess?  You're never at home anymore.  When am I s'posed to make my girl feel good, huh?  When are you gonna take care of me?"

"You can take care of yourself," you grimaced.

"Oh, I do.  After your ma falls asleep," he chuckled.  "I get my cock off all by myself, thinking about you and your tight fuckin' hole."

You whimpered as he started to gather your skirt, rubbing his hands on your legs underneath.

"And what's this with you calling me Lee?  You know it's Sheriff in public, and Daddy at home."

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, I was just—”

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” Lee grumbled as he roughly guided you to his patrol car, all but tossing you into the back.  

“Where are you gonna take her?” Jimmy asked as he leaned out of his window, not seeming to have noticed the way Lee was touching you but still obviously uncomfortable.

“Home,” was all Lee replied as he got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

Of course, as he started to drive, you realized that was a lie.  He drove down winding roads in tense silence, until he pulled into a clearing in the woods and turned off the engine.

“You fucked up real big tonight,” he informed you as he turned back to look at you through the caged partition.

You just looked at your skirt, that damned yellow and white gingham that had gotten you into this mess.  

“Get out, get in front of the car, and bend over the hood.”

He leaned back to open the door for you from the inside, and you shivered from the sudden blast of cool night air.  Lee watched you through the windshield with a dark glare as you walked around the car and laid yourself down over the hood.  The metal was cold; cold enough to seep through your clothes and make you shiver.  The whole world looked sideways when you saw it from this angle, but truthfully, your whole world felt completely upside down. You just waited like that for a moment— and it was the best he’d ever done to make you feel worthless, having you wait patiently for him to do what he was about to do to you.

Eventually, he stepped out with a gruff instruction not to move.  When his form was no longer visible in your peripheral vision, you felt him pressed up against the back of your legs as your skirt started to slide up.

“I try to be nice to ya,” he grunted, “treat you right, buy you things.  And what does it get me, huh?”

You didn’t say anything, because you were sure anything you would say would just make it worse.  With your skirt flipped up completely now, you could feel the cold autumn breeze on your legs as he pulled your panties to the side.

“I’m startin’ to think that kindness doesn’t go very far with you.  You like it best when I’m mean, dontcha?”

His belt made that terrible clinking sound as he opened it, and you felt his cock rubbing through your folds.

“Normally I would get you wetter first, but I think this’ll just have to do tonight.”

He pushed forward and it fucking burned.  You cried out, breathing through your teeth as you tried to bear the pain.  Behind your back, your nails dug into your palm.

He didn’t slow down at all, though, and fucked you faster and harder in spite of the sting.  Determined to get a reaction, he slapped your ass, too.

“Daddy!” you sobbed.  “It hurts!”

“You could’ve avoided it,” he yelled angrily.  “It didn’t have to be like this, but you wanted to act like a fuckin’ whore, and now you’re gettin’ treated like one.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried, wet tears warming the cold metal of the car beneath you. “I’m so sorry, daddy!”

Lee grabbed your hips tighter, surely enough to bruise.  Disturbingly, you felt yourself getting more aroused— it made it less painful physically, but so much more painful mentally.

“Told ya you like it rough,” he laughed.  “You’re already clenchin’ on me, I can tell you’re gonna come.”

You tried to shake your head, but he was right.  He reached up and pulled your hair roughly, making you yelp.  Even that made a pleasant tingle run down your spine, despite the fact that it hurt so much.

“You’re so fuckin’ close, princess,” he groaned, leaning down and watching your face closely, “you’re gonna come for your daddy, right fuckin’ now.”

You heard a twig snap before you knew what it was.  "What the fuck?!" another voice called out.

It was Jimmy, standing off just a few feet away in disbelief.  You closed your eyes, unable and unwilling to look at him in this moment.  Lee just sighed as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back into the pants of his uniform and zipping back up.  "You didn't see anything, kid."

"You… you're…” Jimmy stammered, “that's your stepdaughter!  The hell is wrong with you?"

"I said," Lee growled as he crossed the distance between him and Jimmy, pulling his gun from its holster and holding it under the boy’s neck, "ya didn't see nothin'."

"Don't hurt him, Lee, please!" you sobbed.

"Hey!" Lee yelped, turning back to look at you.  "You, shut up!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Jimmy protested.  Lee responded with a swift backhanded slap, hitting Jimmy with his gun in the process.  

"You'd better learn how to respect authority, son, and real damn soon before somebody hands your ass to ya.  I'm not doin' nothing wrong with her, I'll have you know.  She's of age, and I'm not forcin' her to do it.  She likes it,” Lee bragged, “begs me for it, day and night.  Frankly, I can barely keep up with her.  Now, get on and mind your business, and this won't be any trouble for you."

Jimmy hesitated a little, glancing over at you for a moment.  “You’re a sick bastard, Sheriff,” he sighed as he shook his head.

Lee just grinned, almost like he was proud of the title.  "Tell me somethin', Timmy—"

"It's Jimmy."

"Yeah, whatever— you kissed her, didn’t ya?"

"Yes."

Lee laughed, grabbing the boy on the shoulder as if they were old chums or something.  "Oh, kid, if only you knew where that mouth had been."

Jimmy looked disgusted as he glanced at you and then to the ground, before turning away to storm off into the woods.  Lee seemed so proud of himself as he walked back to you, pushing you down since you’d started to lean up off the car.

"Now, where were we?" he purred.

"I hate you," you sobbed, "I hate you!"

"Oh yeah, that's right— you were about to come all over my fuckin’ cock."

He quickly got himself back out and shoved into you again, hard and brutal thrusts slamming your hips forward painfully.  

"I'd better not catch you with another stupid fuckin’ boy," he growled.  "You don't know how mean I can be, little girl.  You don't know everything I could do to them… you don't know everything I could do to you."

You tried your best to apologise again but the strength of your sobs made you nearly unintelligible.  Worse, you were so close to coming that you were starting to see stars.

"You're mine now, ya hear?" he moaned against your ear.  "Nobody else in this town is gonna touch you, or they'll have to answer to me.  Don't even want 'em lookin' atcha."

Your orgasm made your legs feel like jelly, your whole body going limp as all the energy to fight left you.  He kept fucking you strong and fast, overstimulating the most sensitive places inside you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head, your thoughts became fuzzy and distant, and all you could feel was overwhelming pleasure buzzing under your skin.

"Yours," you moaned weakly, "just yours, daddy…"

"Fuck, gonna come," he warned you, "gonna fill you up, sweetheart."

You nodded, the danger of that prospect feeling distant and abstract, while the best parts of it felt so close and tangible.  He groaned as he pumped his load into you, thick and hot and warming you from the inside out.  When he finally slowed to a stop and pulled out, you could feel a gush of it leak out of your opening and run down your thigh.

Silently, he uncuffed your wrists and helped you up off the car, sliding into the backseat with you with a quiet shut of the door behind him.  Something about the overwhelming sensations of it all, and the way it went from so loud to so quiet in just a moment, and his sudden switch from cruel to gentle, made your eyes water until you couldn't help but bawl.  You threw yourself into his arms and sobbed, clutching at his chest.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," you whimpered, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong…"

"Shh, it's okay, sweet girl," he cooed as he stroked your back soothingly.  "You know I only get upset like that cause I want the best for you."

"I know," you sighed, "I just wanted to be normal, you know?  Have a boyfriend like the other girls do, somebody I could marry someday."

"I get it," he nodded, "I don't blame you.  I wish we could leave this place, and start over where nobody knows where we are.  But you know I couldn't leave Knockemstiff… not when I'm about to win this election."

"If you can win here, maybe you can win somewhere else," you suggested.

He turned to look at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.  "You sayin you wanna run away with me, princess?"

"Umm…" you stalled.

"I know you wanna get away from your ma.  Hell, so do I.  You understand why I needed a wife though— people trust men with wives more," he explained matter-of-factly, "and not wives that are more than 20 years younger than them."

"So it was all a way to get reelected?" 

"I was lonely too.  Marriage didn't fix that though.  You did."

You looked up at him and couldn't believe the way you felt when you did.  Sometimes you hated him even more than you did before he married your mother, but at times like this, you loved him in a way you'd never loved anybody before.  You wondered if maybe hating somebody like that sometimes was just the way love worked.

"Come on, sweet girl, let's go home," he suggested softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You nodded as he got out of the back and returned to the driver’s seat, starting the car.  Laying down, you watched the tops of the trees through the window— though it was quite dark out and there wasn’t a lot to see— and felt your eyelids get heavy.  Drifting to sleep, you dreamt in vivid colors of abstract things that you could never explain with words if you tried; though you couldn’t have known it, Lee watched you sleep in the rearview mirror, and did some dreaming of his own.

//

Midnight snacks; the least of your many bad habits.

You emerged from your room in your summer nightgown— which meant it was as thin as it needed to be for the heat outside— and stepped carefully over the floorboards you knew to creak the loudest as you made your clandestine trek to the mint-colored refrigerator.

As you moved through the living room to get to your destination, you jumped when a figure shifted in the darkness.  Realizing it was Lee, you relaxed (mostly).

"You scared me," you giggled.  "What are you doing on the couch?"

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head and looking a little exhausted.  "Uh, nothing… what are you doing up?”

“Just getting a snack,” you admitted, “hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t stop on my account.  I was thinkin’ of a beer anyways,” he shrugged, following you to the fridge as you opened it.  His shirtlessness was a little distracting as he stood behind you, looking over your shoulder and reaching around to grab the glass bottle.  Settling on a leftover slice of cake wrapped in saran, you set your bounty on the counter while Lee opened and took a sip of his drink.

“Is it good?” he asked you once you’d acquired a fork and scooped a bite of the sweet, sugary dessert into your mouth.

You nodded, smiling but trying to keep your lips together to avoid spitting the food out.  It was a few days old but somehow it tasted better than it had when it was fresh— maybe it was that it was cold on a hot night, or maybe it was that you’d had to navigate a nauseatingly-boring baby shower in order to get some the first time.  Your mother insisted on dragging you along to all kinds of ridiculous community events like that.

Your next bite was more ambitious, because you weren’t exactly worried about eating in a ladylike manner when it was past midnight and you were eating cake in your pyjamas.

“You got some frostin’ on your nose,” Lee informed you— but before you could wipe it off, he took his finger and swiped it right on the tip of your nose.  You felt yourself blush a bit as he licked the blue cream off of his finger.  “It’s sweet,” he announced, “but maybe that’s just you.”

As warmth bloomed in your chest from his kindness (even if it was cheesy), you felt a little bolder to press him about what was actually going on.

“Why were you really on the couch?” you asked softly.

He paused for a second, taking a long, slow sip of beer as he thought, but finally answered.  “I got kicked out of the bed.  Your ma… well, she doesn't handle rejection very well it seems."

"Rejection…?" you encouraged, feeling a bit nervous suddenly.

"I wouldn't sleep with her,” he clarified.  “And now I'm sleepin’… here."

You swallowed, even though you weren’t eating at that exact moment.  "Why… why wouldn't you sleep with her?"

He smirked a little.  "Sweetheart, once you've had a taste of rare meat, you never go back to well done."

The comparison to meat was demeaning, even if you came out on the flattering end of the metaphor.  Still, you took pity on him as you saw how uncomfortable the couch looked.

"You could sleep in my bed, you know,” you offered awkwardly.  “I mean, it's not as big as yours but… it's definitely bigger than the couch…"

He smiled at you in a way that made you wonder if you'd made a mistake.  "You're too sweet, darlin'.  Even for your own good."

The rest of your cake and his beer was forgotten as you walked with each other to your bedroom, now both of you avoiding the creakiest boards.  You couldn’t ignore the way he shut the door behind you as quietly as possible— another reminder that, though neither of you were saying it, that this was the sort of thing you didn’t want to be overheard.  The secrecy of it all made your spine tingle, and you liked it.  Who knew a good girl like you would learn to love breaking the rules so much?

It wasn't as strange as you'd expected to have him in your bed.  A little cramped, maybe, but also oddly nice.  He cuddled up to you, and you felt small but safe in his arms.  When his lips pressed against the back of your neck, you whimpered softly; and when his fingers started to trail down between your legs, you moaned a bit louder.

"Gotta be quiet, pretty girl, don't want anybody else in the house hearin' ya…"

You'd never known how good it could feel to be touched until Lee touched you.  His fingers found every delicate spot and slowly took you apart until it became near impossible to stay quiet.  So quickly after invading your body, he invaded your mind as well, and now he was all you could think about.  Not just in moments like this, disturbingly, but damn-near all the time.  It wasn’t that you forgot everything you hated about him, but more that you forgot how to feel the hate and instead could only logically try to convince yourself to hate him still.  Logic was long gone, though, as he kissed your shoulder and pushed two thick fingers into you.

"You're so wet, honey, you're gonna spoil me," he purred softly against your ear.  "Want me to love ya good, sweet girl?"

You nodded quickly, smiling wide.

He smiled back as rolled you onto your back and slipped between your legs, pushing his pyjama pants down.  You preened when you felt his cock start to slide over your pussy.  When he suddenly pushed in, you gasped and arched your back.

"Shh," he soothed, "it's okay, baby, you can take it.  You're so good, princess, my good girl…"

You whimpered but kept mostly quiet as he thrusted deeper, nearly all the way in.  Was he always going to be this much of a challenge to take?

"Keep those legs open real wide, honey, show me how bad you want it," he purred.

Your head craned up to watch his cock disappearing inside you, only to fall back again as he pulled back and pushed in, over and over, fucking you slow but deep.

"Daddy," you whimpered softly, "feels so good, please don't stop…"

He kissed you, cradling your face in his hands.  "Not gonna stop, princess, 'm right here, not gonna letcha go…"

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling so full that it almost hurt but you loved it, god you loved it more than you could’ve ever believed.  You loved the feeling of him inside you, like you were made for each other.  You loved his little breaths and moans, and knowing it was because of you that he felt good.  You loved it, even, when he went a bit too deep and your arms shot up to push him back, only for him to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head.  

"My girl," he whispered into your ear, "my girl, my girl, my girl."

And shockingly enough, you loved being his girl.

"I love you, daddy," you sighed, so quiet that you were afraid he wouldn't hear you.  But he did.

"Say it again," he requested.

"I love you," you repeated, "I love you so much, daddy."

"I love you too, princess," he answered with a smile, "more than you can imagine."

He kissed you as his thrusts gained some speed, your walls already fluttering each time he pushed all the way in.  You knew he felt it because you could tell that he was still smiling into the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders.  You knew he was close, too, because it was his cock beginning to swell and flex within you that pushed you over the edge.  He helped you stay quiet by wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening until you started to see stars.  It made everything stronger, so much so that it quickly became overwhelming as tears quickly began to pour down the sides of your face.  

He was quick to comfort you though, relaxing his grip and wiping the tears away with reverently-whispered praises.  

“Don’t pull out yet, daddy,” you requested softly, wrapping your legs around his hips when you felt that he was trying to pull back.  “I like feeling you inside me…”

He kissed you again, gripping your thigh tight, and stayed that way until you finally agreed that he could go— and who were you to say how long you made him wait?  It felt too good to let him go so soon, even if he was exhausted.  As soon as you nodded, though, he was slipping out and sighing. 

"Fuck it, I'm not gonna wait any longer," he groaned as he laid back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, "I wanna make you mine for good."

You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him and admiring the little details of his face that you could only see when you were this close.  "I thought you said you'd never leave Knockemstiff."

"I don't think I have to.  What's the point of bein' the Sheriff if I can't marry who I want?"

You bit your lip a little before replying to that.  "You really wanna marry me?"

"Of course I do, princess,” he smiled proudly, looking back at you.  “Might have to wait a while if I'm s'posed to save up for another one of them diamond rings…"

"I don't need one, long as I have you," you decided confidently.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," he smirked, kissing your temple softly.  "Can't wait to spoil you the way you deserve."

“How’s that?” you pressed, drawing abstract shapes onto his chest with your fingertip.

“A bigger bed than this,” he laughed.  “A nice car— if you want your own, that is.  You know I’d love to have you shotgun with me in the patrol car as much as I can.”

“You’d really get me a car?”

“Of course, after a little while.  What kind would you want?”

“A red one.  A real glossy red one.”

“Alright,” he smirked.  “How about I getcha somethin’ else fancy— pearls, maybe?  A girl like you deserves to wear pearls every day.”

“You think I’d look good in them?”

“Mm, especially if you weren’t in much else.”

“Okay, I could wear pearls if you bought them for me.  Maybe I’ll be one of those wives who’s wearing pearls and heels when her husband gets home from work.”

“Fuck, talkin’ like that’ll get me hard again, princess,” he groaned.  “Anythin’ else you want?”

“...I want a baby,” you admitted softly, embarrassed to even say it.

“I’ll put one in ya right now, sweetpea,” he purred.  “Well, maybe not right now, I need a minute or two but… I could’ve already gotten you pregnant, you know.  I’m no good at pullin’ out when it comes to you and that tight little pussy.”

“Is it strange if I sort of hope you did?  Get me pregnant already, I mean.”

“Not at all,” he shook his head, “at least not to me.  But I’m a little stranger than most.”

“Yes, that’s the impression I get,” you giggled.  

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’d look beautiful pregnant, all round and glowin’, with my baby in ya…” he trailed off, clearly imagining it.

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’re the most handsome man in all of Ohio,” you winked, snuggling up closer to him.

“That is most certainly strange,” Lee laughed.

[cursestothemoon]

Hi! I love your writing and wanted to request some headcannons of Fred falling for and eventually dating Rons female best friend, so like two-ish years younger than him?

let me tell you i love this idea.

ok

i think up until like

honestly

your sixth year

fred would think of you as this little dorky girl who was always spending way too much time with his little dorky brother

also for the sake of the story Volde-BITCH isn't around

anyway

so fred's been out of Hogwarts for a year now

ron and the gang 😤 just graduated

and everyone is spending the summer at the burrow

Harry has already arrived and him and Ron are hanging out in the living room waiting for you and hermione to show up

Fred and George have closed shop for the week because it's the first week of summer and since hogwarts is out, foot traffic slows a bit

so it's a big ole' weasley sibling party in the living room

and george can't help but make fun of how fast ron shoots up out of his seat when a knock is heard

"Oi, Granger's here lads..."

"He's in love Georgie"

Fred and George were having a field day to say the least

"How much you wanna bet mum'll find them snagging within the next twelve hours?"

"Fred?"

"Freddie?"

Fred has gone silent

George turns to look at his brother and see why he is suddenly unresponsive, he finds Fred with his eyebrows up and mouth slightly agape

he then follows his gaze to the front door where Ron is and Harry are standing, talking to Hermione and a very grown up you

of course you are standing there looking h o t 🙄

you're wearing the tiniest pair of short denim shorts with a black belt cinched at your waist and a thin, ribbed tank top that looks like you've cut jaggedly to cover your boobs and the top of your abdomen

your hair looks freshly done, soft, and fred is willing to bet it probably smells amazing

George can't help but chuckle at his twins lovestruck expression, all for a girl he once nicknamed grindylow

"We shouldn't' be rude, lets go say hi freddie."

the smirk playing on george's lips has fred sending him a glare before he stands up

only he failed to realize you were making your way over to him to say hi

fred stands up and immediately knocks into something, or someone, and stumbles back onto the couch seat he had been sitting on just seconds prior

only this time the person he bumped into comes down with him

you can imagine Fred's surprise when he realizes his hands are on your hips and you have fallen onto his lap

both of you are kinda flustered honestly but youre playing it a lot cooler

"Y/n! You've grown- I mean you got bigger- oLDER...how've you been?"

"I've been good, Freddie. How's the shop?"

"It's gre-"

"you little grindylow, i would like one of those greetings too."

george cuts off his brother and fred swears he could turn him into a slug right then and there but instead he scowls as George quite literally picks you up from his lap and twirls you around

his expression lightens upon hearing your giggles but only slightly

pretty soon you're stolen away by hermione, ron, harry, and ginny much to fred's chagrin

ok to say that fred is having an internal battle would be an understatement

you used to be this little kid who was dorky and a shy

and now you have b o o b s

and this c o n f i d e n c e

that is just pulling him to you

george calls it love

fred calls him a dummy

imagine him walking up one morning and just glancing out his window

nothing out of the ordinary

only instead of seeing a still lake and calm meadow like usual

he sees you in a teeny red bikini, your hair pulled up out of your face, and your neck and chest glistening with a mixture of water and sweat

he quite literally chokes on his spit

"shut. the. fuck. up."

george is not happy to be awoken by fred's coughing

"it's just a bathing suit you wanker"

it is with lightening speed fred gets dressed and ready to join you guys by the lake

both of you will be drooling of each other and the best part is neither of you would realize the other one was doing the same

literally everyone catches on

since then everyone tries to force you two to be near each other

the table needs setting?

looks like you and fred are the ones for the job

there is a seat open next to fred on the couch?

every other spot would be filled before you even entered the room so you'd have to sit next to fred

obviously you guys start talking more

turn out you have a lot in common

and one night while he's laying in his childhood bedroom, thinking, he's like 'oh shit. im in love"

fred's never been the quiet type

and he's a fairly confident guy

so he works out a plan to tell you his feelings

hopefully it ends up with you two dating

fred can only hope right

so he pulls you aside the day before he and george have to go back to their flat and reopen the shop

you don't know what to think of it because he looks beyond serious

which is always worrying

"you wanna sit outside to talk instead?"

you asked after he kept getting interrupted by the loud talking coming from the kitchen

and what he meant to say was "i'd love to"

instead what came out was

"i love you."

"you...what"

it's all a whole blushing mess between the two of you

and to make it even better Harry and George heard the whole thing

george can barely breathe with how hard he's laughing and harry has a pained look on his face

seeing all this fred decides his best option is to flee

so he gets up to walk away

move out of the country

whichever

but you stop him

"I love you too, Fred."

when i tell you everyone stops

george and harry are silent

fred is not moving

and you are so nervous you can barely look up to even see if he's looking at you

but don't worry

fred strides over to you, titles your head up with his hand, and then pULLS YOU IN FOR A KISS

george and harry are dumbfounded

they are standing there just 😮

so you guys are dating now :)

aW how cute

ron is NOT a fan

but only at first

he does not like the idea of his best friend dating his older brother

but he gets over it fast

mostly because of hermione

she ships it aggressively

so does ginny

oK

SO

WAIT LET'S GET INTO THE RELATIONSHIP A LITTLE

FRED IS CONSTANTLY TEASING YOU ABOUT HOW YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN HIM

HE CALLS YOU BABY BECAUSE OF IT

or he'll make jokes about he's so much more mature and how he's such an adult

"you own a joke shop"

"are you even old enough to own a business yet?"

hes so annoying 🙄

but you guys love each other so much 🥺

and im fresh out of ideas and it's late so

enjoy this

:)

tags:

@siriusement

@amourtentiaa

@vsawyer1989​

@lifeofkaze

@theorangedrummer

@erinruby003

@famdomhideout

@an2402lths

@escapingrealitybyreading

@readyg0erge

@maybesandohnos

@therealhouseelvesofhogwarts

@onlyfreds-ficrecs

@fullofsourgrapes

[cinnaminsvga]

Undercover (M)

→ summary: the company banquets that your family loves to host are often drearier than you would like them to be. lucky for you, your bodyguards have the perfect solution: why don’t you play a little game with them? 

the only rule? you must keep quiet at all costs.

→ pairing: vamp!jungkook x reader x siren!seokjin → genre: bodyguard!au, supernatural, smut → warnings: dom!jin, switch!kook, sub!reader, remote vibrator, rough public sex, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, blood-drinking, hypnotization, jin is kinda sadistic, basically pwp ;_; → words: 5.4K → a/n: this is for the holiday fic exchange that was held on @btsghostiewritersnet!! my fic is dedicated to ms @jincherie​ (aka the loml and also the recipient of 1/3 of the fics i’ve written this year??) who requested this prompt. i’m not really good with poly or smut fics, but i tried my best??? it ended up being a lil more jk centric than i anticipated but HHHH IDK I JUST HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EVEN A TEENY BIT ;o; anyway... happy holidays everyone!!

You can feel their eyes on you.

Except that isn’t much of a revelation—they are always watchful of you, after all. Your father pays a hefty enough salary that they would risk their lives to keep you safe, so it isn’t much of a surprise to know that they are lurking at the sides, keeping distant and close all at once.

This time, however, is different. You know for a fact that it is different. There is a subtle shift in the air, something tangible enough that you can almost touch it, taste it. You know that if you glance back at them, you will find two pairs of eyes, watching and waiting for… something.

That fact alone is enough to keep the goosebumps on your arms from subsiding. You feel like a canister just waiting to burst, a small disturbance enough to get you to erupt into flames and burn every last inch of propriety left in your being. Tonight, they are here to ruin you.

“Why are you acting so damn fidgety? Stand still,” your brother huffs after a while, pinching you lightly in the side. It breaks you from your reverie, causing you to jolt away with wide eyes.

“W-what?” you ask breathlessly. You wipe your clammy hands across your expensive dress, leaving wrinkles in their wake. “Sorry. I just… had a lot of coffee before coming here, is all. I needed the wake-me-up.”

He watches you for a moment, raising an eyebrow at your odd behavior. You can tell that he’s suspicious, but he inevitably shrugs it off, too unbothered to care. Like you, it takes a whole deal to get Yoongi excited about anything, and having a jumpy sister is far from reaching his quota. “Whatever. Just don’t cause a scene, alright? These events might be boring as hell, but dad has a bunch of important people here tonight, so you better get your shit together.”

You snort. “Right. Like when does he not invite important people to these parties?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. Just behave, alright? I’m not covering for you if you piss someone off.”

“Wouldn’t have dreamed of asking,” you mutter. Little does he know, you are already planning on behaving tonight, anyway. That is the name of the game, after all.

On a makeshift stage at the head of the ballroom, your father has just finished giving his opening remarks, thanking all his esteemed guests for making it to tonight’s banquet. Polite applause follows soon after, the clamor loud enough to mask the way you inhale sharply in surprise. Your back straightens imperceptibly, your body going rigid as if you had been struck by lightning. To your left, your brother is none the wiser to your panic, his attention glued to his phone.

When the clapping breaks, you nearly speak your prayers aloud when the ambush on your senses suddenly stops as well. You take one, two calming breaths, your core throbbing needily as you await the second wave to hit. Disappointed when nothing comes, you smooth your dress down, fighting the urge to look around to see if anyone was watching.

Legs slightly weaker and breath a little shakier, you walk among the throngs of people as they make their way to their seats, getting ready for dinner to be served. Instead of heading to where your family’s table would be located, you change direction halfway and walk towards the back. Yoongi does not comment, just nodding back at you and going the other way as well. This is normal etiquette for both of you, anyway—your father has always expected the two of you to wander during these parties, greeting guests and socializing with them as proper hosts should.

Except that isn’t on your agenda for tonight. Right now, you have a game to play, and you don’t intend on losing your focus to anything else.

It does not take you long to find who you are looking for. Just like he promised, Jungkook is standing close to the east entrance, standing stock still against the wall in his designer black suit. When he notices you approach, his stern demeanor softens, a small smile gracing his Adonis-like features. It is nothing more than a quirk of his lips, but it is enough for a flash of something sharp to catch your eye. It disappears before you can even blink, but you know that what you had seen is far from a figment of your imagination.

To an outsider, Jungkook looks as intimidating as any regular bodyguard should be: tall and muscular, coupled with a dangerous gaze that could pierce diamond. He certainly works like one too, as your father would have never hired him if he wasn’t 100% sure that Jungkook was up to his lofty standards.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there is something else that sets Jungkook apart if you just looked close enough. Even from a few feet apart, you can see the redness lining his irises, the deathly pallor of his skin, the sallowness of his cheeks. As you get closer, you notice other things too, like how his hands tremble against his sides and how his breathing has gotten shallow.

Everything about him screams vampire—a starving one, at that.

“How long has it been now?” you murmur, gently nudging your shoulder against his. You keep close to him, feeling yourself relax at the mere scent of him. Jungkook always somehow manages to smell good; you suppose that’s a given since you don’t think he’s even capable of sweating.

“Since the party started?” he asks.

“No, silly. How long has it been since you last fed?”

“Three days, seventeen hours, and twenty-one minutes, ma’am. But who’s counting?” he wheezes, offering you a strained smile. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not really, but I know you,” you reply. A little too well, in fact. “Seokjin hasn’t even allowed you a snack? Even once?”

Jungkook coughs out a laugh, amused. “You and I both know that hyung wouldn’t be that merciful. He did say that if I behave today, then maybe…” he trails off. You don’t miss the way he stares longingly at you, thinly veiled desire rolling off him in waves.

You feel the blood rushing up to your face, turning away from him in embarrassment. You have to remind yourself not to rub your neck, lest the make-up covering your fading scar give away your dirty little secret. “I’m sorry, by the way. I kind of did this to both of us, huh?”

Jungkook chuckles, snaking an arm around your waist. You shoot him a warning glare, but you both know he only dares to get comfortable with you when he’s sure no one is watching. Besides, it’s always been hard for you to get mad at the boy, not when he has always been so sweet with you.

“No, it’s fine. We all agreed to this when you proposed it. Besides, neither hyung nor I are going to risk our health when your safety is on the line. It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“If you’re sure,” you say, glancing at him doubtfully. You have never seen Jungkook quite so… unhinged before, as if he’s just a step away from teetering off the edge. It scares you just as much as it arouses you, but you make sure to keep that to yourself. “I honestly didn’t think Seokjin would be this ruthless.”

Jungkook snorts. “I’ve known him for a long time, Y/N. Trust me when I say that he is definitely going easy on us, especially you.”

“If this is easy, I’m afraid to know how he’s like when he goes all out then,” you say, but the thought of Seokjin becoming even more merciless than usual sends an excited shiver down your spine.

“How about you?” Jungkook asks. “Are you doing okay with the, um, you know?” He flushes, still shy to even say it aloud even after all the things the two of you have done together.

You giggle, unable to resist the urge to tease him. “You tell me, Koo. You can smell me, can’t you?” You lean closer, looking at him through your lashes. “You could probably smell from across the ballroom, especially with how hungry you are… My poor baby,” you coo. You have your chest pressed against his, your low neckline leaving nothing to the imagination. And yet, his gaze is fixed elsewhere, red eyes following the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

It’s a rhetorical question; you know he can smell you. The remote vibrator in your underwear has been on the lowest setting ever since the night started. The vibrations are persistent enough to keep you constantly aroused, but it’s never enough to give you what you really want.

And just when you think you’ve gotten used to the sensation, Seokjin will spike it up occasionally, causing your composure to crack ever so slightly. You’re pretty sure he hasn’t turned it on to the highest setting yet, but judging from how the dampness of your underwear has seeped past your thighs, you aren’t sure if you’d be able to keep your cool if he did.

“Do I smell good, Koo? I know you said my blood tastes sweetest when I’m like this, right?” you whisper, trailing a finger down his chest. He does not reply, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to control his breathing. He has a dangerous edge in his expression, a simmering darkness just begging to be released. It’s the kind of lust that sweet and lovely Jungkook hardly ever has the capability of showcasing, except during moments like these, when he is at his hungriest and most desperate.

“I’m not going to lose the game this early on,” he says, voice quiet. There is danger in still waters, you recall your mother telling you when you were younger, and you find that there is truth behind her words after all. Jungkook may sound calm, but the edge in his tone is laced with meaning.

“No fun,” you laugh.

As if on cue, your own dose of karma hits you when Seokjin decides to turn the vibrator up to its maximum setting. “Shit,” you gasp, barely holding back your moans. You nearly double over, mostly from shock, not expecting the intensity of the vibrations. You feel your legs turn to jelly, your body heating up and breaking out into a sweat. You have to lean against Jungkook for support, your grip on his biceps so tight that you’re afraid that you might have torn through the fabric. If he had been human, you might have worried that you were hurting him.

Jungkook stumbles slightly against your weight, surprising the both of you as he’s normally as sturdy as a brick wall. Your worry for Jungkook supersedes the lust addling your brain long enough to wonder if his blood fast is starting to affect him.

“S-sorry, Koo. Are you okay? Are you getting dizzy from hunger?” you ask, your words stilted and breathy as you try to ignore the pleasure coursing through your veins. “We can go somewhere and—fuckfuckfuck—”

You are unable to finish your sentence, having to muffle your moans by biting into his shoulder. You’re shaking and panting, the relentless assault on your clit causing a fresh wave of arousal to drip down your cunt and ruin your panties even further. The coil inside of you is close to snapping, your long-awaited climax just inches away. You have half a mind to reach under your dress and chase after your high, but the sensible part of you reminds you that you are still at a public event—your father’s public event, to be exact. So instead, you wrap your arms around Jungkook to restrain yourself, looking to all the world as if you were just two lovers in an embrace.

Just as you’re about to finish, the vibrator shuts off completely, snatching away any hopes of you coming. You want to scream in frustration, a few tears threatening to fall as you squeeze your eyes tightly. Eventually, you release your death grip on Jungkook, keeping your head bowed to hide the way you’re still short for breath. When you feel less hazy, you take a shaky step away from him while muttering apologies to Jungkook.

“S-sorry about that. So much for Seokjin going easy on me, huh? I really didn’t expect him to pull a fast one on me like that—”

When Jungkook doesn’t respond, you turn back to face him. “O-oh,” you whisper lamely, your blood heating up when your gaze meets his. “Jungkook?” you call out, though you don’t think he’ll be up for much conversation right now.

You have never quite seen him like this before. His eyes have started glowing red, so much so that there’s barely a sliver of white remaining. His fangs have extended far past what should have been humanly possible, its sharp tips puncturing his bottom lip. He doesn’t even appear to be moving, not even showing any signs that he might have been breathing at all.

“Jungkook,” you repeat. You tug on his sleeve hesitantly, but he stands as still as a statue. “Jungkook, get a hold of yourself!” It takes you a few moments of coaxing and shaking before some semblance of lucidity returns to him.

He blinks a few times, but his incisors have yet to retract. “Sorry,” he grunts, bringing a hand up to his face. He rubs at his eyes, and when he reopens them, they’ve stopped glowing. His irises are still a deep shade of red. “Sorry, I didn’t think I’d lose myself there. That’s never happened before.”

“You were kinda scary there for a second,” you laugh nervously. “Almost like you were going to eat me alive.”

“I honestly might have,” Jungkook admits. “If Seokjin hadn’t stopped you from coming right then, I might have just fed from you right in the open.”

You shiver. You kind of hate yourself for liking the sound of that, even if it was hypothetical. Your bodyguards wouldn’t risk your reputation like that. For a moment, it almost could have been real though, your mind unhelpfully supplies.

“You would’ve lost the game then,” you say instead.

Jungkook chuckles weakly, shaking his head. “You, Seokjin, and I already knew from the start that if anyone was going to lose, it was always going to be me.”

“Conceding defeat, then?” you ask. You press your thighs together in anticipation, catching the way he watches your movements like a predator awaiting its prey. “Is anyone watching us?”

With your back facing the party, you would never have known if anyone was close enough to hear your strangled moans back then. Ever the attentive bodyguard despite hunger and lust clouding his mind, Jungkook had still made sure that the two of you were far away enough from prying eyes. Well, with the exception of one.

“He was watching us,” Jungkook mumbles. You don’t turn to look when he points somewhere behind you. “He’s by the northwest entrance. He was watching us the whole time, but now he’s talking to your brother’s bodyguard.”

“How much do you wanna bet he won’t notice us sneaking out?” you ask, giggling when Jungkook gives you an incredulous look. “What? Didn’t you once say you could sneak me out of anywhere without my father knowing?”

“Your father and Kim Seokjin are two different people in two different leagues,” he points out. He glances at Seokjin once more, rubbing his neck nervously. “Oh, he’s definitely going to figure out what we’re doing the moment we get out of here.”

You shrug, already tugging him by the hand towards the restroom outside the ballroom. You wink at him, your giggles full of mischief. “Then it’s settled. We lose this game, and then we start another one.”

“Another one?” Jungkook echoes, following you like a dutiful pet. When you exit the ballroom, you find the reception area empty save for a few other security guards loitering by the elevators, surreptitiously on their phones. You easily make it past them and head to where the restrooms are, setting your sights on the polished wooden doors.

You push Jungkook inside the women’s restroom, locking the door once you both are settled inside. Turning to face him with an eager grin, you almost let out a laugh at the overenthusiastic gleam in his eyes. “New game plan. I call this one the ‘let’s see if we can get off before Seokjin catches us’ game.”

“Sounds thrilling,” Jungkook chuckles, but he’s already opening his arms when you walk over to him. You accept his embrace, pressing him against the marble sinks and slotting your lips together.

The kiss is fiery, all teeth and no finesse. He has one hand grabbing fistfuls of your ass and the other cupping your jaw as he holds you in place. Your own hands almost seem like they don’t know what to do, scrambling up and down his sides before finally locking around his neck as your mind goes blank.

Jungkook’s incisors cut your lips accidentally, causing droplets of blood to trickle down. They don’t even make it past your chin before Jungkook’s voracious tongue is already lapping it up, his groans echoing in the vastly large room.

You barely register the pain before Jungkook is offering another distraction in the form of his lips trailing down to your jaw until he reaches your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps across your skin. “Y/N,” he rasps, his fangs dizzyingly close.

Before he can choose to do anything, you trail a finger to his chin, forcing him to look at you. His eyes appear glazed over, almost as if he isn’t even fully cognizant of his surroundings. But when he catches sight of the way a fresh droplet of blood is already beginning to take form on your lips, his gaze hardens immediately.

You smirk, giggling when he groans at you licking up your bloodied lip. “No marks on my neck, baby. You’re gonna have to drink from down there.”

In any other scenario, you might have been concerned at how quickly he drops to his knees. He doesn’t look too bothered, however, as he bunches up your dress to your chest and tears your pathetic excuse for underwear into shreds. The small purple vibrator falls to the ground along with it, neither of you worried about where it is rolling away.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, burying his nose into your cunt. You yelp loudly, sensitive after hours of edging. You unconsciously try to trap him with your thighs, but he holds them apart with an iron grip. From your vantage point, you can only see his eyelashes grazing your stomach as he licks two long stripes across your slit, nearly causing you to fall over had he not been holding you.

“Shit.” He leans back to look at you properly, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Can I? Can I please?”

You don’t even know what exactly it is that he’s asking, but you’re already nodding anyway, eager for him to do something, anything. “Yes, yes, yes. C’mon, Koo. Give it to me,” you whine. Your voice sounds hoarse to your ears, desperate and delirious.

Not one to disobey, Jungkook does exactly that. One moment he is on the floor and the next he is lifting you with ease, placing you on the marble counter and standing between your legs to keep them spread. He returns to kneeling and hooks your legs onto his shoulders. He caresses your thighs with a gentleness that seems out of place, craning his neck sideways so he can plant a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

You whimper impatiently, nudging him with your knee. “Jungkook, this is sweet and all, but my pussy has been aching to be stuffed for hours now so I’d really appreciate it if we can just get on with the pro-o-g-gram—” you stammer, your verbal skills forgotten the moment his thumb brushes your clit. Your body jerks on instinct, his delicate touch like lightning on your skin. “Ah, fuck! Jungkook, please!”

You have your head thrown back, unable to keep still when he proceeds to push a finger into you without warning. He pumps into you slowly, the drag of his fingertips torturously slow as you incoherently beg for more.

“More? You fucking asked for it,” he grunts, adding a second finger and being rewarded with another chorus of moans from you. He fucks his fingers into you like a drill, the obscene squelch of your sopping cunt coupled with the sound of palm hitting against your clit is like music to his ears. He can sense the way your blood is rushing through you right now, pleasure thrumming through your limbs and making you intoxicatingly sweet.

“I can’t wait to taste you, darling,” he says, licking his lips in anticipation. “You must love this, don’t you? Love it when I finger you like this, even though you know hyung is going to catch us and punish us for this?”

You nod fervently, incoherent babbles dribbling from your open mouth. “W-want both of you! Want S-Seokjin to catch us and make us cry.” You gasp, your stomach clenching when he curls his fingers in just the right way to make your toes curl in pleasure. “Koo, I’m a-almost there!”

Your pussy, despite hours of being constantly aroused, still feels like a vice grip, selfishly sucking him back. He relishes your moans, drawing more sounds out of you that you had not known you were capable of producing. There is no time or space for shame as your whines grow higher in pitch, calling out his name when you sense your orgasm approach.

Jungkook feels feverish when he finally takes a bite from your skin, your blood made sweeter when you climaxed from his fingers alone. The meat of your thigh gushes crimson like a fountain upon his desert-like tongue. He is drunk on you; not even nectar can be sweeter than you.

He drinks for what feels like hours, lapping at your wound until he cannot stomach another drop. A blatant lie, of course, but he also does not wish to drink you dry. So with a heavy heart, he pulls away, leaving one last lick up your thigh to stop the bleeding. He slumps back on his knees, his head lolling drowsily as he looks at you with a satisfied smile.

You are in no better condition, your chest heaving as you struggle to regain your sanity after both the mind-blowing orgasm and blood loss. Still, you smirk sleepily back at him, your eyebrow raised as if in question.

“What?” Jungkook drawls.

Instead of a verbal response, you point at his crotch with your feet. When he looks down, his dick is completely hard, his erection straining against his slacks. He was so deeply engrossed in the flavor of you that he had not even stopped to consider his own arousal, but now that it has been so kindly pointed out by you, the need to be inside of you consumes him like a fire burning him on a stake.

A guttural sound escapes his throat, a renewed fervor pushing him to climb to his feet in an instant. Impatient, he struggles for a moment to loosen his belt, has half a mind to just tear his pants in two when—

“Jeon Jungkook, can you hear me?”

Jungkook stiffens. Unable to hear the voice coming from his earpiece, you give Jungkook a quizzical look, wondering why he’d suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Koo? What’s the matter?” you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jeon Jungkook, answer me,” Seokjin’s voice is slightly garbled by static, but the authority in his tone is unmistakable.

Jungkook swallows thickly. He lifts the small microphone attached to his lapel, bringing it closer to his lips. “H-hyung?” he stutters. Your eyes widen, realization and panic seizing you.

You both share a frantic look. Fuck!

Seokjin chuckles darkly. “Took you long enough. Did you and our little mistress have fun?”

“W-well, we—” Jungkook stammers, looking to you for help. You shrug your shoulders, equally as tongue-tied. He returns to his mic, “We were just, umm…”

“Open the door,” is all Seokjin utters before Jungkook’s earpiece goes dead. Jungkook rips the small piece of plastic from his ear, both of you turning to the door when a loud knock reverberates across the restroom.

“It’s…” Jungkook cuts off, but he doesn’t need to say anything for you to know exactly who is waiting outside the door.

“Open the door,” Seokjin repeats, but there’s a certain quality to his voice that makes both you and Jungkook immediately want to follow his command. Without another word, Jungkook stands up stiffly, his feet dragging as he unlocks the door to allow him inside.

“No fair,” you complain. You pout, crossing your arms. “You used your siren voice on us!”

“I wouldn’t have needed to use it if you two weren’t acting like a pair of brats,” Seokjin says, sickly sweet. He’s smiling, but there is darkness lingering in his expression. It doesn’t help that your lower body is still exposed, free for his gaze to roam. “Do you have any idea how much trouble the two of you are in?”

“I’m sure my father is hardly concerned,” you scoff, filled with false bravado. You smirk when his eyebrows furrow, keen to tempt his anger. After all, Seokjin is the most fun to play with when he lets go. “Besides, I pay you to look out for me, don’t I? I’d expect you to come up with an excuse on our behalf.”

“I suppose so,” Seokjin hums. He glances at Jungkook, whose prior arousal has yet to subside. In a flash, Seokjin has Jungkook backed up to a toilet cabinet, roughly grabbing his bulge. Jungkook wheezes, his eyes flashing open in surprise.

“And you?” Seokjin asks, using his free hand to force Jungkook to face him. “You understand that you left your post, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Jungkook gasps out. Seokjin’s grip tightens, and Jungkook releases a soft moan.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes hyung,” Jungkook emphasizes, his hips unconsciously rutting upwards. Seokjin situates his thigh in between Jungkook’s legs, letting the younger boy rock against it for a few moments before pulling back just as quickly. Jungkook whines pathetically, jaw agape.

“You both lost the game. What makes you think you deserve anything?” Seokjin asks. He directs his question to you, glancing over his shoulder. “Well? Did I interrupt something I wasn’t supposed to see?”

When you don’t reply, Seokjin frowns. “Answer me, Y/N.”

His voice is musical, and it pulls the answer out of you, unable to resist. “Yes,” you say, through gritted teeth.

“What were you going to do?”

“He was going to fuck me,” you say. You smirk when his shoulders tense. “We were going to fuck without you.”

At your admission, Seokjin considers you with an unreadable expression. The tension in the air is tangible. Jungkook has his eyes averted, but judging from the way his cock twitches in his trousers, you know he’s also aware of what’s going to happen. All you need to do is wait a little, and then Seokjin will—

He steps away from Jungkook and walks towards the chaise lounge situated near the wall of the entrance. He sits on it primly, his back straightened as though he were about to call you in for tea. “Go on then,” he says, flapping his hands flippantly. When neither of you moves, he quirks an eyebrow in amusement. “What? Don’t let me ruin your fun. Continue where you left off.”

“Um…” you say, thoroughly at a loss. This is usually the point where Seokjin decides to punish either of you, or perhaps drag the two of you back home for more adequate disciplinary action. Instead, he seems content to allow the two of you to do as you please. He has a mask of indifference on, and it’s always been a little hard for you to figure out what he was really thinking.

“But…” Jungkook gulps. “W-we wanted you to, um…”

“What? To join you? Oh please,” Seokjin laughs, a little cruelly. “No, I’d rather not stop your fun. Carry on.”

“But—”

“Carry. On.” Seokjin commands, his power trickling onto his words. At once, Jungkook straightens up, his feet carrying him towards you and spreading your legs apart. You gasp, the sudden movement surprising you.

“Seokjin, what are you..?”

“Fuck her, Jungkook,” Seokjin interrupts, ignoring your baffled stutters. “Fuck her until she can’t even stand.”

Jungkook shoves down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, kicking them off his ankles somewhere behind him. He situates his cock against you, rubbing the tip against your slit for a second before thrusting forward and splitting you open.

You both scream and moan at the sensation, your warm walls clamped around him deliciously. He begins his brutal pace immediately, both due to his desperation to meet his orgasm and also the magic imbued in the simple command given by Seokjin.

The intoxicating roll of his hips has your eyes seeing stars as he pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in. He angles himself until he hits your sweet spot with every thrust, ripping ragged whimpers from your throat. Your second orgasm is quickly building before you know it, your body tightening up as he continues to rut into you.

With a trembling moan, you gush around him, coating his cock with your arousal. Your legs are still shaking even after you finish, your entire body going limp from the exertion. Jungkook slows down, still painfully hard inside of you.

“Did I tell you to stop? Keep going,” Seokjin utters quietly. He is the picture of calmness, his hands folded delicately onto his lap.

“What?” you exclaim. “I can’t, no, it’s too much—”

But when it comes to Seokjin, his word is the law. Between the two of you, Jungkook has always been more susceptible to his voice, completely powerless under Seokjin’s influence. And so, Jungkook resumes fucking into you, mindlessly obedient.

“I’m too—Jungkook, stop, I’m sensitive,” you cry out, but your pleas go unheard as he reaches between the two of you, his thumb grazing your clit and causing your entire body to jolt forward. Your walls squeeze around his cock in response and Jungkook trembles in pleasure. His ministrations on your clit, in tandem with the swiveling of his hips, are almost vicious, the sting both pleasurable and painful.

You can feel the beginnings of tears forming, the assault on your senses almost too unbearable to handle. “S-Seokjin, please! Make him stop!”

Jungkook is nearing his climax, his rhythm growing erratic and showing no signs of slowing down. He is unable to hear you past his desire, completely entranced and hypnotized.

“You want him to stop? Fine,” Seokjin says, amused. “Jungkook, stop.”

“No, please!” Jungkook lets out a tortured wail. His body freezes in place, his cock still twitching inside of you. The poor boy lets out a few stray tears, his eyes squeezed shut as his body refuses to do his bidding. He sobs, his voice cracking as he pleads, “Hyung, I was so close!”

“Not my problem,” Seokjin giggles. He gets up from his perch on the sofa, leisurely walking towards the both of you as he surveys the frozen boy with a satisfied grin. “That ought to teach you a lesson,” he says, patting Jungkook on the back.

“And you,” he says, facing you, “aren’t getting away so easily.”

You gulp, a shudder running down your spine. “B-but, the party..?”

Snorting incredulously, Seokjin taps his microphone on. “Namjoon-ssi? Yes, I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. I found Miss Y/N. It seems that she is having stomach problems, so I’ll be escorting her home. Please inform Master Min about her early departure,” he says in one breath, shutting his earpiece off before the other man can reply.

“It seems like everything is already taken care of,” Seokjin says angelically, even though he is anything but. He bends down to pick up Jungkook’s discarded pants, handing them to the younger. He also finds your forgotten vibrator under one of the sinks, picking it up and placing it neatly into his pocket.

He smiles. “Get dressed, both of you. The night is still young, after all.”

[charming-2d-boys]

Hc for adult trio where their s/o is being seduced by a handsome strong man? Jealous adult trio please!

Nice, we have some of the most possessive men in the Hunter x Hunter universe being jealous 😂

Thanks for the request, this'll be fun! 🙇

Also, here are the headcanons about Chrollo being jealous, just so you know why it might sound a bit familiar.

Warning: a teeny tiny bit suggestive, barely there, but I thought I should put this anyway

Chrollo

eyebrow raised towards the scene

like really now?

is this guy actually hitting on you?

right in front of him?

is he stupid?

or too brave?

when the guy, who’s pretty good-looking and looks strong, glances at him before a handsome smirk plasters itself on his lips and his eyes and attention go back to you?

oh, it’s on

the guy definitely wanted to hit on you and knew exactly who you were there with

okay, so he’s too stupid

you wouldn’t flirt with him, probably only without realising it

don’t worry, Chrollo trusts you and knows you wouldn’t cheat

you’re just being your kind and polite self

the other man, though?

he won’t be so lucky when Chrollo is done with him

on your side, though

the man didn’t really seem as if he was flirting

he was just asking you about yourself, your life, hobbies, interests

he was being very polite and respectful and while you knew Chrollo was there, you didn’t feel threatened

only when the guy looked to the side with a smirk then back at you did you think that he was a bit... odd

you knew that’s where Chrollo was and you could barely feel a hint of bloodlust coming from him

so, you tried cutting the conversation short and leave, all smiles and politeness

only to feel the guy grab your wrist and keep you close

now there was a distinct feeling of discomfort and Chrollo’s bloodlust seemed to increase

still, he had an image to upkeep, so he smiled politely as he walked towards the two of you, an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his side and away from the handsome stranger

sweet words with a venomous meaning were pretty much just thrown from one to another, with the conversation seeming friendly to an outsider

until Chrollo pretty much won their little game of words and smiled ruefully

We will be leaving for tonight. Thank you for keeping my girlfriend company.

you almost felt like laughing at how Chrollo’s words made the man grind his teeth

he really wanted to piss Chrollo off and maybe win you over for the night

apparently, it didn’t work

or so you two thought

Chrollo, on the other hand, left with you by his side, keeping you close to his body

his smile was gone and his eyes were cold as he stared ahead

Chrollo? You okay?

he only glanced at you, eyes almost calculating

you were confused and a bit worried

had you upset him?

I’m fine, love. Don’t worry.

you only nodded and before you knew it, you had reached your house

you were ready to go inside and call it a night before Chrollo pulled you into his arms, eyes staring straight into yours

Chrollo?

without responding, his hands went to your cheeks and pulled your face to his, locking lips with you as your back hit the front door with a bit of force

the kiss seemed more passionate than ever and you had a feeling about the reason why

his lips then went down, leaving a trail of kisses as he bit into the skin of your neck and soothed the bites with his tongue, leaving little purple and red marks behind while your breath became laboured

one of Chrollo’s hands had gone down your side, to your hip and then your leg, lifting your thigh up and around his hip as he kept you pinned against the door with his body

soon, his lips returned to yours as his kisses were now slow and sweet, before he pressed his forehead to yours

Don’t worry. I’m yours. And you’re mine.

the corner of Chrollo’s lips lifted into a little smile before he nodded, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek and neck

Spend the night with me?

I could never say no to you, love.

let’s just say that was one of the best nights ever for the two of you as a couple

and, somehow, you thanked the stranger in your mind

you definitely saw another side of Chrollo that night because of him

you’d never see him again, since Chrollo would tell the Spiders that they should let him know when they found the guy

he wanted to bid him farewell properly, after all

Hisoka

Hisoka watched, amused, as you were uncomfortable and probably stuttering while the handsome and seemingly strong man flirted with you

you hadn’t seen him yet and he was still hiding in the shadows, watching the scene between you and the handsome stranger unfold

your reactions were always cute and he almost remembered when you used to look at him like that in the very beginning

Hisoka wasn’t really that worried about the situation

he knew you wouldn’t go to another guy

he was your handsome, strong boyfriend after all

the one who did his best for you and your attention

he smirked at the thought of you and him in a relationship

it was one of the best things in his life

well, Hisoka’s smile disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared when he saw you laugh at something the stranger said

he moved around so he could see the guy

he was in a similar state as you, slightly uncomfortable, but he seemed really sweet and nice

you’d let your guard down pretty quickly around him

now Hisoka felt a bit upset

it took so long until you let him into your life

and you’re letting this little shrimp in after a few minutes of conversation?

he just doesn’t like it

that feeling settling itself in his heart and stomach

like a vice around them

straightening up, he walked towards the two of you, heels clicking against the floor loudly

people actually parted so he could pass, the small hint of bloodlust making them flinch

Hisoka’s smile was anything but good

even you wanted to take a step back

it had been a while since you’d felt his bloodlust up close

the man next to you stiffened, eyes wide and heart racing as Hisoka smiled at the two of you slyly

Hello, lovely~ Who is your new friend? ♣

you didn’t want to make a scene

and when you answered that He was no one, you just looked up at Hisoka with pleading eyes

he only hummed before letting himself be dragged out onto the street towards your home

Hisoka said nothing and neither did you as you both got inside

he was still smiling, but he looked... upset

you couldn’t watch him leave just like that and leave you to stew in your worries and questions

Hisoka?

he stopped walking towards the bedroom, a smile still on his face as he looked at you, waiting

I’m sorry!

what else could you say?

you knew he was jealous and also insecure, no matter how much he wanted to deny it

he was always scared that someone better, nicer, stronger would come along and sweep you off your feet

Are you now? For what exactly? ♣

Hisoka, please... I was only being polite. don’t make me regret my choice, please!

when you had allowed him to take you out, you’d officially sealed your fate

not that you could complain much

Hisoka could be sweet when he wanted to be

and you really didn’t want your relationship to end because of... what? a stupid, innocent conversation with a stranger?

Hisoka was quiet before he hummed, smile now gone

he slowly walked up to you, looking into your eyes as if searching for something

before he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed

you looked up, not really afraid, but more puzzled than anything

I want you to know that you’re mine. No one else’s. Only mine. Right, lovely?  ♣

you nodded, hands going to his cheeks as your fingers ran over his skin

you stared at one another, a silent conversation

I’m sorry. I love you, Hisoka. Don’t forget it.

he only smiled before kissing you deeply, his arms caging you as his chest touched yours

oh, he won’t forget and he’d remind you that you’re his

even until dawn if he had to

he would take his time and show you that you two belonged together

Illumi

Illumi could only stare and wonder why some people were so stupid

what did that person even think he was doing?

why was he standing so close to you?

why were you smiling so much?

as Illumi kept getting closer with the two drinks in hand, you looked up and smiled at him before beckoning him closer

you soon took your drink and held his hand, making him relax a bit

Lumi, this is (M/N). He says we were classmates in school. I’m sorry I can’t remember well.

No worries, (Y/N). Nice to meet you, ...?

Illumi Zoldyck.

your classmate froze, smile tight-lipped and hand in between them for a handshake that never came

As in, the assassin family?

Yep.

Illumi only stared, making (M/N) uncomfortable

Well, umm, (Y/N), it was nice seeing you again. I hope we can meet again soon.

Same here.

he quickly left and before you could actually ask Illumi what his problem was, you were being dragged up the stairs, away from the party, and into one of the many empty rooms available

Illumi, what are you doing? And what was that? That was so ru-

had you not seen that it was Illumi, your boyfriend, in front of your very eyes, doing this, you’d have thought it was someone else, probably in disguise

as his kisses became more desperate, Illumi pulled you onto his lap as soon as he sat on one of the large, comfortable armchairs in the room

you had already lost interest in anything else around you but Illumi as your hands went through Illumi’s ponytail, tugging and bringing him closer, leaving his hair dishevelled

your boyfriend’s lips left yours only to settle on your neck and chest, hands already on their way to tugging your clothes off as fast as possible

as he continued leaving marks, you could hear him mumble Mine. All mine.

how he could be jealous of someone like (M/N), you didn’t know

Illumi was so much better in pretty much every department

apparently, you’d have to show him

if only he’d let you take a bit of control tonight

No one else’s. Only mine, understood?

Only yours, Lumi.

[moonyy-writes]

Hi moony, can I request some plain n simple Miche fluff 🥺 you’re the best I hope you have a lovely day

hiii i’m sorry this took ages for me to answer, i struggled with figuring out what to write for this but i like what i came up with now :))

You propped your head up on your chin, zoning out completely. Your eyes scanned the room until it found who you were looking for. Miche. You watched as he laughed at something Hange was telling him, how his shoulders shook and his head was thrown back. Almost gracefully. Everything about him was like that.

“Hellooo, earth to y/n.”

“Hmm?” You blinked.

“You zoned out on us,” Nanaba pointed out.

“Oh, oops.” You shrugged as you took a bite of your food.

“What were you staring at anyway?” Gelgar asked.

“Nothing, just got lost in thought.”

“Are you sure? Cause it really seemed like you were staring at-“ You shoved your hand over his mouth.

“Don’t talk so loud.”

“Why? Do you like somebody?” Nanaba teased.

“No.” You squeaked out, face burning red.

“She does!” They both laughed at you.

“Sooo, who is it?” Gelgar questioned.

You shook your head, refusing to answer any of the questions.

A chair scraped on the ground and you heard a group of people walking out of the room. Your eyes followed them as they left.

“No. No!” Nanaba laughed. “Oh my god, you like Miche?”

“Shhh!! Tell the whole dining hall while you’re at it!”

“Tell the whole dining hall what?”

You jumped at the sound of the voice.

“Oh! Hey, Miche.” Gelgar smirked.

“Uh, hey.” He awkwardly waved, leaning over you. “I just forgot my jacket.”

You felt frozen as his arm brushed around your shoulder. Gelgar and Nana smirked at you.

Miche paused before gesturing to the door, “Uh, I’ll see you later at training.”

You waited until he was fully through the door before turning back to Nana and Gelgar with a shrug. “So what if I happen to have a teeny tiny little crush on him?”

“You know, y/n” Gelgar started casually, cutting into his food. “Maybe if you stopped staring and actually talked to him you’d have a chance.”

You groaned. “I can’t! He’s a captain and I’m just a cadet, it would be weird.”

Gelgar pointed at you with his knife. “Only if you make it weird. Honestly you have a chance, this dude is definitely single.”

“Exactly! So I’d just talk to him.” Nana encouraged.

You stood with your tray. “No, I’m fine with where it’s at and I’m not changing it.”

Before they could answer you dumped your tray and walked out the room. You stomped down to the training grounds and slumped against a tree with your eyes closed.

“Tired already? Training hasn’t even started!”

You peeked an eye open and straightened up quickly upon seeing who it was. “Oh, Captain Miche!”

“Stand down, cadet,” Miche said with a laugh. “It’s just us two, you can relax.”

You stiffly nodded, leaning against the tree once more. Miche sat next to you and looked off into the bare field where training would soon take place.

After a few moments of silence, he turned to you. “You know, y/n, I like being around you. You’re one of the more bearable cadets.”

“Uhh, thank you?”

Miche barked out a laugh. “God that sounds horrible. I meant like you work hard and you uh, nevermind..”

He trailed off and you turned to look at him fully. “And?”

Miche shrugged. “It’s not important.”

You raised a brow at how he was acting. Seemingly very flustered though you couldn’t figure out why.

He turned and you both made eye contact. You felt your face flush, but you couldn’t look away. A small smile crept its way onto Miche’s face. Neither of you said anything as time slowed and you both kept looking at each other. The smile on Miche’s face seemed to only get wider.

You finally looked away, the heat in your cheeks becoming too overwhelming. “Why are you staring?”

“‘Cause you’re beautiful.”

Your breath stuttered for a second as you registered what he had said. Never in a million years would you have imagined he’d say that.

You felt his hand on your chin as he directed your face towards his. He still had that smile on his face as he took in your flustered appearance.

His hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You sighed contentedly and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

“I always thought you liked me,” Miche mumbled. “I just figured I was imagining things.”

You groaned as you pulled your face from his hands and covered it with your own. “Ugh that’s so embarrassing.”

“Wait so you did like me?” Miche asked with a wide grin.

You nodded from behind your hands. “Everyone knew it too.”

Miche laughed and gently pried your hands off, revealing a red-faced you. “Everyone except me apparently.”

You looked everywhere except him, trying not to get embarrassed all over again. Until he put his hands on your cheeks and made you look at him. “Sooo, is that what Nana and Gelgar were talking about when I came over?”

You nodded the best you could with your face being in his hands.

Miche chuckled, “I should’ve known, you three looked guilty about something.” He smiled at you before leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I swear you’re too cute-“

A loud whistle rang throughout the yard and people began streaming out of the dining hall and lining up.

Miche let go and stood, holding out a hand and helping you up. He brushed your hair behind your ear with a smile. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”