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that-one-girl2020 · 2 days ago
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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader SMUT
A/N: Thanks for 2,000 followers! Okay, you deviants asked for this and here it is. This is my first time writing smut and I struggled hard with writing it for one female with five men. Especially five men who don’t view each other romantically or sexually.
You don’t need to have read my short series for this to make sense but still recommend going and checking it out!
Also, Hyeon (Mystery) finally gets to do what he’s been aching to do since the beginning.
Contains p in v, multiple orgasms, polyamory/gangbang…? Oral (f receiving), praise, overstim, multiple creampies, fingering, biting, maybe degradation.
Word Count: 4,828
Master List
MDNI 18+ 🔞🔞🔞
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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)
It was an ordinary night.
Many weeks had passed since the defeat of Gwi Ma and the confrontation with Celine. You had your debut as a solo artist a few weeks ago, Saja Boys style. You had a street performance where you performed your new song, ‘River,’ and then the recording of ‘River’ and the finished version of the song you sang with the boys during ‘Your Idol’ was released as well.
Your popularity built quickly despite you being a solo artist, which was due to your relation to both Huntr/x and the Saja Boys, both being powerhouse idol groups. So you were very busy directly after your debut, going on variety shows and working on a music video for ‘River.’ Thankfully, the production team knew how to work with you from your time doing Huntr/x’s visuals for so long.
But tonight, you finally had a break. A free day. You had spent most of the day with the girls, who were also busy with their comeback quickly approaching. Now, you were spending the night with your boys, who felt starved for your affections.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent any time with them at all since your debut. In fact, you spent most nights at their apartment. However, it had been a while since you had a weekend to yourself.
The boys had already pampered you with dinner from your favorite restaurant, and then they had let you pick the movie for the night—providing you with all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks as well, of course.
So you all curled in a pile in front of the couch, the coffee table pushed to the side and a nice comfy nest made of blankets, cushions, and pillows underneath you all.
You were sitting in Hyeon’s lap, leaning against his chest comfortably as Hyeon reclined against the couch, his arms wrapped around your stomach. It was Hyeon’s turn to have you in his lap for movie night. Jum and Chungae were slouched on either side of you, their heads resting on the edges of your hips. Kwan had taken the space between your legs, reclined with his head on your stomach. And Jinu was stuck pouting on the couch, the closest he could get to you as he laid across it.
You were content to watch the movie with the warm fuzzy feeling you got from being with your boys like this.
Meanwhile, Hyeon was having a situation.
All day, Hyeon could only think about your debut performance. They had all been there of course, to support you. The song was like a punch to his heart—in a good way. But that wasn’t it. Mira and Kwan had both helped you come up with the choreography so it was… hot to say the least. And now here you were, in his arms while his mind was stuck on the way your hips moved during that dance. The way your hair flipped. The sultry look you had flashed them when you sang.
So his eyes weren’t on the movie at all, he had no idea what was happening. Instead, his eyes were on the expanse of skin on the crook of your shoulder, his mouth itching.
You were in his arms. Your skin was right there, his favorite place in the world. Your scent filled his senses.
His teeth gently sank into your skin.
You felt Hyeon’s teeth pressing into the skin of the crook of your neck. You could feel his lips too. And the warmth of his mouth.
Your face flushed abruptly and a sound escaped your lips—somewhere between a mewl and soft gasp. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the sound that had left your own mouth.
The room froze. Then tension abruptly began to rise.
Kwan turned in between your legs to look up at you, his chin propped on your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes flashed a hint of amber as he gave you a roguish smirk. “What was that, babe?”
Chungae shifted, sitting up more so he could lean towards your neck, the side Hyeon hadn’t bitten. He brushed your hair back, his pupils slightly slit as he leaned close to your ear, “Will you make that pretty sound again, darling?” He pressed his lips to your neck in a kiss and you squeaked beneath your hand.
Jum took your hand, the one that had been in his hair just a moment ago, sitting up as well. “Not that one, beautiful,” He chided softly before nibbling on the knuckle of your pointer finger before sucking on it gently. His eyes glowing amber up at you.
Jinu leaned over you from the couch, his eyes amber as well, tangling his hand in your hair so he could pull your head back to look at him. “Come on, pretty girl. Sing for us.”
Your face was hot and your heart was pounding in your ears, racing in your chest. You’re sure your eyes reflected the boys’ and were beginning to glow amber as the warmth in your body increased.
Jum leaned closer to you, unable to resist the pull he felt as he pulled your hand from your mouth and pressed his lips to yours. You could only close your eyes and give in to his demanding lull. Ever since he first kissed you, Jum became obsessed with kissing you, tangling his tongue with yours and mapping every crevice. He could spend an eternity happily devouring your mouth with his.
The boys were shifting around you, drawing closer to you than they ever had been before.
Hyeon’s arms tightened around your stomach, placing more soft kisses and bite marks along your shoulder and neck. It made you sigh softly into Jum’s mouth, which he swallowed greedily.
Chungae followed his lead on the other side of your neck, but he preferred wet kisses and suckling marks into your sensitive skin. It made you gasp and hum, squirming in their arms.
Jinu took one of your hands from Jum’s grasp, pulling it back towards him so he could kiss the skin, making his way down your arm. “Is this okay, pretty girl?”
Jum reluctantly pulled away from your lips so you could answer, instead lowering down to your throat to plant his own marks across your skin. You couldn’t answer though, breathless as you were, “Mhm…”
“Use your words, babe,” Kwan hummed teasingly, nuzzling into your stomach to push your shirt up so he could map your curves with his lips.
You sighed, “Yes, yes it’s okay…”
The boys’ eyes glowed brighter, their pupils narrowing. The tension in the room got heavier.
They started maneuvering around you, Kwan sliding your shirt up and over your head. Jum quickly returned to devouring your lips and any little noises you let out. Chungae and Hyeon went back to sucking marks into your skin with more enthusiasm, their hands running up and down your legs on either side of Kwan. Jinu reached behind you, between you and Hyeon to unclip your bra.
Once you were free of the fabric, the boys lavished attention on your breasts. Chungae moved from your neck down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, making you gasp as his tongue rolled over the sensitive flesh. Jinu took advantage of the freed up spot, tilting your head with his hand in your hair so he could suck his own marks on your neck.
Kwan kissed up your stomach, his fingers kneading your soft curves as he moved up to take your other nipple in his mouth. You couldn’t help but buck your hips—well, try to since Kwan was between your legs.
The boys were bumping into each other but they didn’t care, their abdomens flexing as blood rushed south. They took up the space around you, the air you breathed was the air they breathed and it was intoxicating.
Jum pulled away, but your lips weren’t long before Jinu turned your head so he could claim your swollen lips next. Hyeon’s hand had wandered south on your body, dipping under the waistband of your pants curiously. Your breath hitched against Jinu’s lips.
The boys helped you shimmy out of your pants and then your underwear, slick with your want.
Jum and Kwan switched places so the maknae could be between your legs while Kwan began to suck his marks into the purpling mosaic forming across your chest, neck, and shoulders.
“Thanks for the meal, beautiful,” You vaguely heard Jum’s low voice before you felt the heat of his tongue lick a long stripe up your slit and circle around your clit.
You let out a long moan at the same time Jum let out a pleased groan, your head falling back against Hyeon’s shoulder as you panted, your chest heaving beneath Chungae and Kwan’s lips. “Baby…”
You could feel his lips smirk, “Might have to change my stage name if you keep moaning for me like that…” Jum mused before diving back into your heat. Your taste was addictive on his tongue, he barely came up for air except when he had to before going back to devouring you. He flicked your clit back and forth with his tongue before focusing on reaching as far into your depths as he could, using a little demon magic to lengthen his tongue which made you squeal into Jinu’s mouth.
Chungae reached down, stimulating even more as his fingers slowly circled your clit.
It was too much for you. Jum’s tongue inside you, Chungae’s fingers on your clit, his and Kwan’s lips around your breasts, Hyeon’s teeth nibbling on your shoulder, Jinu’s lips against yours and so many hands everywhere.
You came with a strangled moan against Jinu’s mouth which he swallowed greedily. Your hips grinding against Jum’s face as Chungae’s fingers on your clit made you twitch with pleasure.
You sagged against them as you came down from your high, Hyeon murmuring in your ear, “Good girl…” Which made you shiver pleasantly.
Seeing you in the height of pleasure only riled the boys up more, like sharks sensing a drop of blood in the water and sending them into a frenzy. They were having more trouble controlling their demon features, their black patterns flickering to the surface, their teeth sharpening and their eyes glowing a bright amber with thin, cat-like pupils. At some point, they had shed their shirts so they could press their feverish skin against your own.
Chungae and Kwan reached down, gently taking your thighs in hand so they could spread them wider for you. “Open up, darling…” Chungae purred against your chest.
“Gotta stretch you out for us,” Kwan mused.
Hyeon’s arm snaked around, gently easing a finger into you, hushing you when you mewled, “Shh, easy princess…”
Jum’s mouth was around your clit now, sucking on the bud and twirling different shapes around it.
Hyeon’s finger thrusted in and out of you, stretching your walls slowly. Your thighs tried to close around them but Chungae and Kwan held you open. Jinu shifted from behind you, moving to be by your hip so he could add a finger in with Hyeon’s. He drank in the sight of you moaning at the increased stretch. Together, the two men worked you open while you climbed higher and higher in pleasure.
With Jum’s mouth around your clit and Jinu and Hyeon’s fingers stretching you, it wasn’t long before you felt like you were teetering on the edge of another climax. “G-gonna…” You warned them this time now that no one’s lips were occupying your own, the noises of pleasure you were making slipping out freely.
Kwan chuckled, the sound rumbling against you, “Greedy girl, coming again so soon.”
“Come for us, pretty girl,” Jinu mused, a dark look in his lidded eyes as he and Hyeon worked their fingers faster.
So you did.
You came again, their fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Until you slumped bonelessly against Hyeon, the bulge in his pants grinding against your back and making him growl lowly. “Fuck princess…”
As you recovered, the boys shuffled around a bit again until the boys had shed their pants and Chungae was between your legs. Your already hot face felt even warmer, you could feel Hyeon pressing against your back and Chungae was rubbing his tip in your slick, coating his cock in your juices. Your mouth was open as you tried to catch your breath, practically drooling.
“Gonna be a good girl for me, darling?” Chungae questioned sweetly, a smirk on his lips.
You nodded, already partially fucked dumb as you babbled, “Mhm, please Chungae, wanna be filled…”
The boys bit their lips, groaning. Chungae cursed, “Fuck, darling…”
Chungae hooked the tip of his cock at your entrance, staring into your eyes as he slowly pushed in. He groaned as your tight, wet heat enveloped the head of his dick. “Oh, fuck, darling, you feel like heaven…” Chungae had to take a moment to breathe or he would start thrusting into you like a feral beast, his cock twitching at the thought.
You mewled, arching your hips towards him. The stretch of just the tip was still enough for you to feel it, despite the boys stretching you on their fingers. The boys were enraptured, watching your face as Chungae slowly stretched you open on his cock.
“That feel good, babe?” Kwan purred, swallowing thickly as he held one of your thighs open. Jum was on your other side, holding your other thigh open gently.
“Yes, feels so full,” You mewled as Chungae bottomed out in you with a hiss, breathing heavily as he held back from pounding into you.
“Good girl…” Jinu murmured, stroking your hair out of your face. Your skin had a light sheen of sweat that made you glow.
Chungae began to move, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, making you clench around him with a gasp. He cursed, “Fuck, don’t do that darling or I won’t be able to hold back…”
You moaned, reaching up to pull his hips flush with yours and the two of you groaned, “I don’t want you to hold back… I’m not fragile…”
Your words sent a surge of arousal straight to his cock and he couldn’t help how his hips pulled back and slammed back into you, making you gasp and clench around him again. So he did it again and again until he was pounding into you.
“Fuck darling, if you don’t want gentle, then we won’t give you gentle,” He snarled as his hips snapped into yours. The sound of slapping skin filled your ears along with your moans and Chungae’s groaning. He rutted into you with sharp thrusts, the only thing keeping you in place being the other boys holds on your body.
“Ohhh, darling, I love you, love you so fucking much,” Chungae rambled, leaning forward to connect your lips as his fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing firm little circles on the swollen bud.
“L-love you too, Chungae…” You managed to get out between kisses.
Chungae groaned, your words going straight to his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer, you were too sweet for him. His darling, his little love.
“Fuuuuck, darling, can I cum in you, please? Please, darling?” Chungae pleaded, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he felt like he was about to burst, his head dizzy with pleasure.
“Yes yes, please, cum in my little pussy, Chungae,” You babbled right before the both of you came. Hard.
“Fuuuuck!” Chungae cursed, grinding his hips harder against yours as he filled your pulsing depths with his seed. The two of you panted together, intertwined as you shook with the aftershocks of pleasure as you came down from your high. Chungae dotted your face with kisses as he slowly pulled out. You felt a trickle of his cum leak down your slit to your ass.
Jum and him traded places, Chungae’s chest heaving as he settled at your side, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder as Jum lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, placing a tender kiss on your thigh. He couldn’t help but take a moment just to look at your fucked out expression. Your eyes were dazed but glowing a bright amber, your mouth open and lips kiss swollen and bruised, your skin was covered in their marks.
“Not even halfway done, beautiful, and you already look like a fucked out mess,” He purred before notching his cock at your entrance and pushing in. Jum groaned at how hot and wet you felt, your cunt tight around him.
“Mmm, Jum baby,” You moaned as he hilted inside you. From this angle, it felt like he was so deep that his cock would come up your throat, his girth stretching you in a way so different from Chungae. Jum had no mercy for your poor pussy, rocking into you with a frenzy from the start.
“Jum!” You mewled.
“Fuck, take it, beautiful. Our beautiful girl, so good for us,” He praised you and you couldn’t help how you tightened around him.
His hips bucked harder into you, his cock reaching places in you that you didn’t think existed as your vision blurred with the pleasure he gave you.
He leaned forward, nudging your head up so he could latch onto your throat, biting into the sensitive skin and lavishing the mark with his tongue, tasting the bit of blood that had come to the surface of the little marks.
Jum couldn’t get enough of your taste, no matter where it was coming from. You were his favorite flavor.
Your pussy was getting more and more sensitive with every climax so it wasn’t a surprise when you already felt it building, threatening to crash over you. “Jum,” You moaned his name, “Too good, gonna c’m.”
His hips jackrabbited into your harder, “Mmm, yeah beautiful? Fuck, cum on my cock so I can fill you.”
Your fourth orgasm crashed over you and your vision went fuzzy as you clamped down on Jum’s cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Oh shit!” He cried as he thrusted his cock as deep as he could go, his brain short circuiting as he came in you, filling you with his warm, thick seed.
He slumped atop you, pressing a breathless kiss to your lips, tangling his tongue with yours before reluctantly pulling away so one of his hyungs could have their turn. “So beautiful…”
Your head rolled, drunk on all the pleasure filling your veins. Your poor pussy was twitching and leaking cum but you couldn’t help but want more of them.
Next thing you knew, you were being maneuvered so that you were in Kwan’s lap, facing him as he dragged his cock through all the fluids leaking from your swollen cunt, “Messy, messy girl, babe,” he chided you with a dark smirk. He slapped his cock against your slick cunt, making you twitch and jerk with a gasp.
“Kwan,” You mewled weakly, your hands on his shoulders for balance as you straddled him.
He hushed you, “I know, I know, babe. Can’t get enough of our cocks, y’greedy girl.” He guided your hips, lifting you so his cock nudged your entrance and let your weight sink down on him as the both of you moaned. “Fuck, babe, you’ve got the perfect little cunt,” He growled, lifting you just to drop your weight back down on him over and over again.
“Come on, babe, move your hips for me like a good girl,” He cooed softly, though his arms flexed as he easily moved you himself. He growled low in his throat at how easily he could move you up and down on his cock. Like you were his little cocksleeve.
You mewled but braced yourself on his shoulders, your thighs trembling as you tried to follow his rhythm. When you couldn’t you ground your hips against his in little shapes, making you both moan as you felt his cock stir within you.
When your pace wasn’t fast enough for him, Chungae and Jum came over to lift you just a little, holding you up by placing their hands under your ass and thighs, hovering you over Kwan’s cock as he braced his feet to jackhammer up into you. “Ohh, good fucking girl,” He growled, his hands on your hips as you moaned.
Jinu and Hyeon joined the mix, brushing your hair aside to kiss up your back and shoulder blades. Your nails dug into Kwan’s shoulders, making him hiss as he thrusted up into you harder, punching the air out of your lungs as his balls slapped against your ass. “Yeah, dig your nails in, babe,” Kwan grumbled.
“Mmm, Kw’n, g’nna c’m,” You babbled, your speech was getting more and more slurred but you couldn’t help but enjoy how absolutely fucked you felt, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses until your whole world narrowed down to these five men and their cocks.
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, babe? This’ll be, what? Your fifth time? When I haven’t even cum once?” Kwan asked sardonically, a mean glint in his eyes as he reached between you both to tug on your clit.
“Yes, pleaseee,” You babbled.
“Okay, greedy girl, cum on my cock,” He demanded with a low growl that reverberated through you. So of course you did as he said and came with a cry of his name, garbled and barely coherent.
“Oh fucking hell,” Kwan growled as he came, throwing his head back as he thrust as deep as his cock could reach, adding his cum to the loads already soaking your depths. Jum and Chungae released you, letting you collapse against Kwan’s chest as your legs trembled and shook.
“So f’ll,” You couldn’t help but slur with a furrow in your brow. It wasn’t a painful fullness though—though you knew you would be aching something fierce later—but it was a pleasant fullness.
After a few deep breaths, Kwan pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before Hyeon was pressing up behind you, Kwan’s thighs spread to make room for him as you were lifted just enough so his cock could slip out of your slick heat. Hyeon took your ass in his hands, groping the soft plumpness in his hands. He pressed a hand against the dip of your back until you were bent over more, presented so deliciously to him.
“My princess,” Hyeon rumbled in his chest and pressed his aching cock into you. His mouth dropped open in a long moan as your wet heat encompassed him fully. He leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, surrounding himself in your intoxicating scent, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat of your skin.
“Mmm, princess…” Hyeon moaned in your ear, his hips snapping in a slow pace but with enough force to rock you into Kwan’s chest. He was watching your expression with a greedy smirk, licking his lips as he watched Hyeon fuck you.
“Hyeon,” You moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure as Hyeon wrapped his arms around your hips so he could hold you close to him as his cock snapped into you again and again and again. Slick fluids were dripping down your thighs and covering the two of you with every thrust of his hips but Hyeon was unbothered.
Hyeon wasn’t very vocal which meant you could hear every wet slap of his hips meeting your ass, his balls meeting your clit every time. Hyeon’s breath was heavy in your ear, his mouth nibbling at your neck with sweet gasps of, “Princess,” interspersed. Your own gasping moans and hitched breath sounded so loud compared to Hyeon’s quiet pleasure.
And that was intentional. Hyeon was devoting every little gasp, every mewl, every moan, every hitched breath that escaped your lips to memory so he could remember every little pleasure noise of yours so he could draw them out again later.
“Hyeon—“ You cut yourself off with a strangled moan, your walls twitching around his cock. “‘M gonna c’m!” You warned him. Suddenly, he moved faster, his hand going to your clit so he could rub the little button as his thrusts picked up the pace, making you squeal and shriek.
“Mmm, cum princess,” Hyeon gritted out, feeling you clench around him deliciously. You came with a cry of his name, throwing your head back as your vision went fuzzy for a long moment, pleasure crashing through your body and making you head swim all over again.
Hyeon rumbled, pressing closer to you as his hips snapped into yours one last time, his teeth sinking into his favorite spot on the crook of your shoulder as he came inside you. He growled against your neck as the two of you came down from your highs. He lapped at your neck as he let go, licking up the little drops of blood that had welled up from the shallow wound.
Hyeon was reluctant to move away but there was still one last man that hadn’t had his turn yet. So Hyeon slowly withdrew from your clinging cunt, purring contently as he gave a kiss to your shoulder blade and moved away.
Then you were being shifted again until you were laying on your back again with your hips propped up on a pillow and Jinu pressing your legs up to your chest. “One more, pretty girl, such a good girl,” He cooed as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips so sweetly.
“J’nu,” You mewled, cockdrunk as he rubbed his cock head through the mess of your puffy, sensitive folds. He chuckled when you hissed at the sensitivity.
Asshole.
He gave you a mocking pout, as if he could read what little thoughts were in your empty head. “Such a rude, greedy girl. Do you even deserve to take my cock?” He mused smugly, grinding his cock against you.
You whined at his teasing, “Mm, no, ‘m sorry, J’nu. Pl’se gimme your cock,” You pleaded dazedly, rocking your hips against his.
Jinu hummed, notching the tip of his leaking cock at your puffy entrance that was still leaking cum, “Mm, good girl.” Then he was filling you, achingly slow as you drew out a long moan as each inch filled your fluttering cunt. “Oh, good good girl… fuck…” Jinu moaned as he filled you until he was balls deep within your clenching pussy.
Jinu couldn’t keep his hips still for long, he had to start thrusting into you and he moaned when he did. His pace racketed up quickly, pounding your poor pussy with feral intensity. “Oh, pretty girl,” He moaned. “Oh, I’m not gonna last long if you keep fluttering around me like that.”
“J’nu,” You could only mewl, your tongue heavy as your sensitive cunt twitched furiously around him. You weren’t going to last either, you were way too sensitive after six consecutive orgasms. You had no idea how you were still conscious at this point—probably demon stamina.
Jinu kept thrusting as little whines started leaving your lips, your head thrown back as your hands pressed against his abdomen, “Too m’ch, J’nu, c’n’t…” You mewled between gasping breaths. You felt like the orgasm that was rising inside you was going to break you.
Jinu just pressed your legs firmer against your chest, his cock bullying your poor pussy as he pounded into your squirming hips. “You got another in you, pretty girl, I know it. Just a little more…” Jinu murmured, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face greedily. He slipped his hand between you, his fingers just barely brushing your abused clit and you shrieked, your vision whiting out as you came on his cock.
Jinu cursed, thrusting once and then twice more before hilting himself as deep inside you as he could reach before cumming, spilling every drop of his essence inside of you.
Your body barely had the energy to tremble as your senses slowly came back to you. Jinu slowly let your legs down and you could feel them ache from being stuck in the position but he kissed each thigh gently before letting them fall.
And then they were all around you again, brushing through your hair, pressing kisses to your skin, running their fingers over sweat slick skin.
“Such a good girl for us…”
“Did so good…”
“Took all of our cocks like a good girl…”
“Let us fill her full…”
“Came so hard for us…”
Your eyes were heavy, your body exhausted and covered in forming bruises that matched the shape of the boys’ hips, fingers, and mouths. But a hand lightly shook your face, “Don’t fall asleep on us now, darling…”
Your eyes blearily opened. Five pairs of eyes were still glowing at you, smirks full of fangs and cocks still achingly hard.
“We’re not done with you yet.”
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A/N: Writing smut for a six person relationship is hard. Wasn’t too sure about posting it but here you go you horny people. Thirst away to your heart’s content. No taglist for this one because I don’t know if any of y’all are minors and don’t wanna risk it. Gonna slow down on my posting schedule after this!
Outtakes:
*The next morning*
You: *aching and bruised in places you didn’t know could ache or bruise* “What freight train ran me over without mercy?”
Saja Boys: *sexy posing around you* “Ready for another round?”
You: “Oh yeah…that freight train…”
Huntr/x: “What are you doing here this time…?”
You: *several ice packs on your everything* “Horny demons.”
Huntr/x: “Ah.”
Saja Boys: *Peeking around a corner with pouts and puppy dog eyes* 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
You: *throws the nearest item at them* “NO!”
You: “I need a shower.”
Saja Boys: *scrambling after you while frantically stripping as they fight to join you in the small shower*
You: *still sore* “Alone you horny idiots!”
The Saja Boys: *Replaying your music video for the nth time in a row* “She’s so hottttt…”
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undyingdecay · 2 days ago
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hello i have an idea / request in my head......
freak bob. like such a freak bob. like he'd be staring at you because you look nice and he'd just stick his hand into his pants in middle of the room and jerk off???????? you're doing things like cooking or whatever and you have nice shorts, he just stares at your ass and before he knows he has his hand under the table and is jerking off??? im so sorry i JUST UGHH i need u to write this ur writing saves me
it’s not even supposed to be anything. you’re just there, moving around the kitchen in those tiny shorts, hair pulled back, humming under your breath like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be this fucking dangerous. bob watches you from the other side of the room, slouched in the chair like he always is — lazy, half out of it, bags under his eyes and shirt rumpled. he should be asleep. he should be anywhere else.
but you’re in those shorts, and he’s not made of stone.
eyes dragging over your legs, the curve of your hips, the way the hem rides up when you reach for something on the counter. he tells himself not to. he tries, for about a second and a half, and then his hand’s already sliding into his waistband, knuckles bumping against the sharrp jut of his hip as he curls his fingers around himself, half-hard and aching just from looking at you. no warning, no thought, just need. it’s stupid. it’s sick.
he keeps his eyes on you, lets his thumb smear precum over the head, not even bothering to bite down the groan that slips out. you don’t hear it — too busy fussing with the stove, flipping something in a pan, hips swaying while you move. he watches the way the fabric of your shorts tugs against your ass, clinging to every soft, perfect curve. it does something to him. something ugly.
the worst part is how easy it is for him. no shame, no hesitation. hand working under the table, breath getting shallow while his gaze never leaves you. he’s not even imagining you doing anything dirty — it’s this. this exact thing. you, barefoot in his kitchen, hair a mess, wearing his t-shirt like you don’t know what it does to him. maybe you do. maybe you don’t. either way, he’s gonna come to it.
sometimes you glance over your shoulder, smile at him like you’re proud of whatever it is you’re cooking, and it makes him fucking twitch in his palm. pathetic. he’s pathetic for you. it makes his stomach turn. it makes him harder.
there’s a moment — you drop something, bend down to grab it, ass in the air for a second too long, and bob’s hand tightens, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard it stings. he lets out a low, broken sound and jerks himself rougher now, head tipping back against the chair, eyes half-lidded. he’s so fucking close and you don’t even know. don’t even realize how easy it is for you to ruin him without trying.
and when you finally do notice — when you turn around with a plate in your hand, that same sunny, oblivious smile on your face, and catch the look in his eyes — it hits you all at once. the flush in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw, the way his arm moves under the table. your gaze drops for half a second and then back to his face.
“bob—”
he doesn’t stop. can’t. won’t. eyes locked on yours now, hand working faster, breath hitching while a crooked grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “don’t stop cookin’, baby. just… just keep doin’ what you’re doin’. yeah? s’fine.”
and you do. because you’re sick for him too. because a part of you loves it — the filthy, unhinged, unspoken need in him. the way he stares at you like you’re something to be worshipped and destroyed in equal measure.
he comes with a rough grunt, shuddering in the chair, hips jerking up into his fist while his eyes never leave you. thick and hot, spilling over his hand, making a mess under the table while you stand there in your tiny shorts with the smell of dinner hanging in the air.
and neither of you say a word about it.
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rosiesweets · 2 days ago
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when loving you takes the last breath of oxygen from my lungs, i’ll crawl from my grave to thank you.
synopsis: as paige lays there, surrounded by white rose petals drenched in her own blood, she takes her final gasping breaths. her throat constricts in searing pain, marred deep by the thorns that cut as they came up. she should’ve known, loving azzi would always kill her.
or, paige contracts hanahaki and it’s literally killing her.
a/n: remember when i said i’d take posting my projects one at a time? ha. i’m not sure the first time i read a hanahaki fic, but i’m sort of obsessed with them. with the idea of a love rooted so deep it makes a you sick. the thin line between love that grows and love that rots. a love so consuming it kills. i'm a little bit nervous about this one, but i'd love to hear your thoughts always. thank you for taking the time to read my creations. xo, chiara
tw: discussions of death, slight depictions of blood and gore. angst.
the first flower comes while paige is in the shower. she’s tired in the way where it hurts to even stand. bones heavy, eyes heavy, everything is just heavy.
practice sucked. she missed shots she shouldn’t have. couldn’t find anyone on the court. felt like everything she did was just a second too late. and then azzi said she couldn’t come to their usual post practice decompression time because she had to meet up with some people from her history class to finish a group project they’ve got due tomorrow. so paige is going to have to lay in her room with her thoughts by herself, cold from more than just the air conditioning she leaves a degree too low.
she’s just finishing washing the last remnants of shampoo out of her hair (the lavender one she’s used religiously since she was fifteen when azzi offhandedly told her her hair smelled nice. paige doesn’t like to think about how much her life is just a series of decisions paige makes in pursuit of azzi’s happiness). when suddenly a cough so deep comes, it hurts her abdomen. her abs contract tightly and in a blink a single white rose petal is on the shower floor. small, almost translucent from hitting the water pooling at paige’s feet. paige’s brain blacks out. did that just come from inside me?
in a haze paige gets out of the shower. wraps a towel loosely around herself and walks over to her bed, hair leaving a trail of water droplets in her wake. her head is pounding as she hits her pillow face first. her chest constricts in a fear she’s never felt before. she knows.
hanahaki.
it’s a disease that lives at the periphery of the world. never spoken about by those other than the poets.
she remembers when she was younger, around ten, attending her uncle’s funeral. she had never seen death up close before. he was in his forties. she remembers looking at the casket and thinking he looked just as he always had. when he played horse with her in the drive way, when he dropped a freshly grilled hot dog on her plate during barbeques under the minnesota sun, when he sat and yelled at the refs with her while the lynx played on her tv. he didn’t look dead. it didn’t make sense to her. when she learned he had died from hanahaki she told her father she didn’t get it. her father gently told her sometimes, people love someone so deeply, it hurts. and people can only hurt for so long. their body finally tells them to stop, to rest. that it’s okay, because now her uncle isn’t hurting anymore.
paige remembers thinking she still didn’t get it. how could loving someone kill you? she thought about how much she loved her family. her siblings, her parents. she thinks she would probably die for them but not because of them.
now, just over ten years later, paige gets it. because seven years ago, when she was fifteen, she met a girl that shifted her entire world.
paige thinks about how when she first saw azzi make almost every basket at team usa tryouts, she told herself she was in love with this random girl from maryland’s shot. it was just so pretty. paige would soon realize everything about azzi was pretty.
paige’s love for azzi blossomed through the years. with every facetime, every visit. across nights laid on the couch in front the latest disney movie, too early morning workouts, and dinners where they slotted into each other’s families with ease. it rooted deep inside paige as she watched azzi grow. baby fat falling from her face with age, emerging cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and full lips. god, paige doesn’t even want to think about how many times she’s lost herself in azzi’s mouth. sometimes paige imagines it so vividly she swears she can feel the warmth of azzi’s breath on her tongue. she knows if given the chance she’d be so gentle. she’d mold herself to azzi. wait for azzi to tell her when to go further. then she’d take. because paige is so hungry. she’s feels like she’s been starved of azzi since the moment they met. she’d let her tongue swipe the inside of azzi’s teeth first. feel each ridge slowly, before following the roof her mouth. there’s nowhere paige wouldn’t go, no where she wouldn’t leave herself in azzi. she’d suck the salvia off of azzi’s perfect pink lip, because there is no part of azzi that doesn’t belong in paige.
god i’m sick paige thinks. not literally because of the hanahaki but because she always comes back here. to this place. dreaming of tasting azzi, touching her. azzi didn’t ask for this. didn’t mean to unlock this monster in paige. one that just seeks to consume.
azzi can never know about this. is what paige thinks after coming back to herself, laying in bed naked, not fully admitting to herself that she’s dying. she knows how this goes. her unrequited love for azzi has manifested into these roses. they’ll continue to grow in paige. come out more and more. until finally, thorns and all they’ll choke her to her final breath. there’s only one “cure,” azzi loving her in return. but azzi can never know. paige won’t saddle her with this. the weight of paige’s love is something azzi doesn’t need to carry. if azzi didn’t fall in love with her in the last seven years she won’t now. and god if she finds out, azzi, perfect beautiful azzi will try. because she won’t let paige die. she’ll think it’s her fault. and how could she ever think that? paige knows in her core loving azzi is the greatest thing she’ll ever do. so no, azzi can’t know. paige thinks it’s a little concerning how fast she’s gone from total fear to quiet acceptance of her fate. she guess she’s always said azzi would kill her.
paige didn’t always think her love would be unrequited. when they were younger, paige in her first year at uconn and azzi just about to graduate high school, paige knew what her feelings were. knew the name of the feeling she got when azzi called, texted, smiled. knew what it meant when paige realized azzi was the only one she wanted to go to when things got hard. that azzi was the only person that could make the buzzing in her brain shut off. the realization wasn’t scary. in fact, it settled something inside paige. loving azzi felt like it was written in her dna.
azzi is finally visting paige at uconn. paige is shamlessly pushing her azzi to uconn agenda. she’s taken her all around. got shots up with her in the gym. forced all her friends to eat lunch with her. now they’re at stumbling into paige’s dorm of after a night of bad dancing and probably one too many dirty shirelys at teds. azzi eyes are wide and tinge with how tipsy she is. she’s been so affectionate all night. always staying right next to paige. holding her hand, her waist. when they were dancing azzi’s arms never unwrapped from paige’s neck. she let paige pull her close and she swayed their hips together as they sang off key in each other’s ears.
azzi falls into paige’s bed and paige lets out a tsk. “c’mon princess you’re going to be so grumpy if you fall asleep with your makeup on.” and azzi groans. “i can’t. my legs don’t work anymore. you’re going to have to carry me.” and well, what a burden paige will just have to bear. paige lifts her bridal style and sits her on the counter next to the sink. azzi automatically opens her legs to let paige stand between them. with one hand gently on azzi’s thigh, the other swiping a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover off azzi’s eye paige asks one last time, “so you’re picking uconn right?” paige knows what she’s really asking, you’re picking me right? and azzi giggles. leans in closer and whispers “there was never any other choice.” and paige’s heart sings.
azzi is going to be here. with her. everyday. they’re going to get to do this everyday. paige sends a quick thank you to god in her head. because she never believed she could be this lucky. paige looks at azzi. azzi is all bright eyes and wide smile at finally telling her the secret and paige is about to finally tell her. tell azzi that she loves her. that she’s in love with her. she’s going to tell azzi that if given the chance, she knows she’ll love azzi like she deserves.
but then azzi speaks first.
“can you just promise me something first?” paige lets out an automatic yes, knows whatever azzi is asking for paige will do.
“can we always stay like this? best friends? i never want anything to come between us. there’s so many stories of friends going to the same college and drama tearing them a part. i just don’t want that to happen to us. i never want our friendship to end.” and paige heart shatters.
azzi’s tiredness is clearly setting in and before paige can answer, she’s nuzzling into paige’s neck. paige holds her there and begs the tears already building in her waterline to leave. she lets out a choked “of course azzi. nothing will ruin this. we’ll always be best friends.”
nothing will ruin this.
not even paige’s love.
the days continue to be uneventful (besides each week paige coughs up more petals, one turning into two into three. paige knows in a few months it’ll be a full flower. and then brown leaves already rotted with death. then finally the thorns. that’s when she’ll know it’s her time). paige goes to class, practice, team hangouts. she tells no one. but each day she grows a little worse. her body focused on growing roses rather than keeping her alive. each step she takes is just slightly more effort.
they’re in a ice cream shop now. azzi dragged a few members of the team (paige went willing, always following azzi wherever she takes her) after a particularly difficult practice. they’re sitting in a sticky vinyl booth. nika, caroline, and kk across from azzi and paige. azzi offers her a bite of her ice cream off her spoon. she’s not even looking at paige. she’s talking to caroline about something paige isn’t listening to, too focused on how azzi holds the spoon out to paige without thinking. paige thinks about how their love has always been like this. quiet, moving through and between them without thought. the ice cream both cools and burns as it goes down. paige wonders to herself if its the mint or the knowledge these fleeting moments are the only way she’ll ever get to taste azzi.
it’s movie night. the team is in paige’s dorm. there’s the sound of popcorn popping in the background and paige can smell the beginnings of it burning before she hears someone rip the door of the microwave open. she’s on the couch, silently exhausted after playing fortnite with kk before this. she can see kk can sense something is off but isn’t saying anything. paige hadn’t played with her usual fire. she’s just so tired. she coughed up two petals three times today. it felt like she’d done abs for three hours. she’s not only physically tired, but mentally exhausted by the constant reminder that she won’t make it to the end of the year. azzi takes her usual seat next to her. wraps a blanket around them both and tangles their legs together. she starts telling paige about some funny tik tok trend she saw and thinks they should film soon. paige is only half listening. she’s all too aware she’s living on borrowed time. that there are only so many more moments where she’ll get to feel the warmth of azzi’s skin on hers. so instead of listening she focuses on memorizing the feeling of azzi. the way they fit together.
paige thinks its a bit ironic, how this all works. a love unwatered growing flowers inside. until the garden overtakes and you’re left to die under its weight.
i don’t know what i did in my past life, but i think i’m still paying for it.
paige thinks this in her rare moments of anger. not at azzi, never at azzi. but at life. at god. here is azzi, warm and perfect and curled into her chest. she spends all her time with paige. there’s never anyone else. and yet they’ll always just be this. best friends. azzi doesn’t love paige back. and god if that isn’t the worst damnation paige could be sent. paige feels her salt laced tears pooling in her ears as she tips her head back to prevent azzi from feeling them. in her last dregs of hope she prays to god, please tell me what to do to make her love me back.
no answer comes.
paige’s days continue in a quiet hum. she passes off poor shooting nights as a slump. it’s fine, she just stressed, they’re supposed to win the natty this year after being saddled with endless injuries. she’s under a lot of pressure. azzi tries to comfort her. sits with her in her room, lets paige lay her head in her lap and runs her hands through blonde locks. tells her paige was built for these moments, and that she doesn’t have to do it alone. azzi is going to make sure paige leaves a champion. normally these sentiments would make paige smile. she’d be filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for a friend like azzi. she’d turn her head and blow a raspberry into azzi’s soft stomach and say “no i’m going to make sure you’re a champion azzi fudd.” but instead it burns inside paige. because this is all they’ll ever be. friends. and because paige is sick with greed, can’t be content with whatever love azzi is willing to give her, she’s dying. so paige stays still, and lets azzi’s voice and hands lull her into a fitful sleep.
paige’s purple comforter is stained in blotches of red and white. the petals splayed around her as she leans on her wrists and heaves. the thorns, tangled with leaves, rip the delicate skin of her throat as they emerge. and paige realizes this is it.
in her last stretches of strength paige makes her way to the court. it feels right that it’s the place she goes to die. she pulls a rack of balls and starts shooting. she thinks about how much of her life she’s spent on a basketball court. how here she learned almost everything about herself. beyond shooting form and off-ball movement, the court taught paige patience, discipline, leadership. and most importantly, it taught her how to love azzi. gave them a venue for paige’s love to grow. paige first fell in love with azzi right here, inside this arc. since then she’s fallen deeper everyday. as she stands on the free throw line, throwing the final shot, her breaths become shorter and the final bouquet tumbles out of her throat.
she falls to the ground before she can even see the ball go through the basket.
swish.
i guess i did make it to heaven paige thinks, because azzi is here. she’s all around paige. paige can sense azzi’s thighs bracketed around her as she lays on top of her. paige can feel her weight so clearly, smell her perfume all around her. azzi is holding her face and paige smiles. because yes, this is how she wants to spend eternity. under azzi, cradled in her hands.
but suddenly it’s so loud, paige didn’t think heaven would make her ears ring. then her body comes into focus. she feels tears on her face and they’re not hers. azzi’s voice cries out paige! paige! please no! paige! i can’t lose you, please i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you. paige please come back to me, you have to come back to me.
and finally, the moment paige has dreamt of her whole life happens. azzi’s mouth is on hers and oh my god paige’s imagination could’ve never dreamed of this. in a surge of strength she hasn’t felt in months paige’s arms come up to wrap around azzi. holds her so tight in the back of her mind she fears she’s maybe hurting her. but azzi doesn’t seem to care as she deepens her kiss. all paige can taste is azzi azzi azzi.
then azzi is pulling away and a whine leaves paige’s mouth before she can think. no come back, let’s stay like this forever. paige’s arms, still tight around azzi, don’t let her move more than a few inches away from paige’s face. and paige gently opens her eyes to azzi’s stupidly perfect face. azzi’s eyes are red rimmed, swollen from crying. the fluorescent gym lights make a halo around her and paige thinks maybe she really is in heaven. but then azzi’s mouth is moving, and shit, she’s yelling at her.
“you are the most dramatic idiot on the face of this earth paige bueckers. i am going to kill you.”
paige, hands now running up and down azzi’s back, croaks out through a bloody smile, “actually, i think you just brought me back to life.”
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snail-day · 1 day ago
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i am OBSSESSED with the nurse!geto and doctor!gojo x reader series like genuinely pls take all my love, appreciation, money, sOUL CLOTHES OFF MY BACK MY FUTURE KIDS HEKQJDJWJS this isn't really an actual request but i really hope we get more snippets of them (its okay if you aren't up for it though !! this isn't to pressure u 🥹)
which brings me to my question !! when reader does get pregnant (either planned or unplanned honestly with both geto and gojo we never know) who do you think would notice first? the doctor, the nurse, or reader herself?
thank you and i hope you have a phenomenal day 🫶 ily
AHHH OKAY OKAY OKAY, you’re so sweet ILYSM. Sending you so many smoochies!!
So pregnancy arc is coming up!! I’m thinking 2–3 fics, drabbles, or blurbos. I’ve got all the ideas bouncing around in my noggin, just haven’t had the chance to sit down and start writing yet.
The plan is: miscarriage, the actual pregnancy, and then recovery (oh yeah, we’re getting hella Nurse Geto for that one)
As for who notices first? It’s you and it��s unplanned. Like, you guys have been generally safe, and you’ve been talking about trying. So you gets off birth control, but you know how it is, it usually takes a while for your body to regulate (like 6 months or so), so none of you are really expecting anything to happen right away. No one’s tracking super closely.
So when it does happen, you’re kind of in denial. A little terrified. And you hide it for a bit, the pregnancy test tucked behind the cleaning supplies under the sink. Avoiding eye contact. Saying you’re just “tired” when your mood shifts.
But the thing you completely forget about is that Geto has that little period tracker app. (Satoru does too, but he forgets to check it unless you get crabby, and then he’s like “Yeah okay that makes sense.”)
And one day, Geto casually asks, “Hey, love, do you need anything? Pads? Tampons?” while he’s checking the app, head tilted in that sweet little nurse-y way, and you just - break.
Like full-on waterworks. Hands trembling. Mouth trying to form words but just stuttering and sobbing and wiping your face on your sleeve like a child.
“W-why - why would you - hic - you’re so nice - I didn’t even - hic hic - I was gonna tell you - I'm sorry - I didn’t mean to - !”
Geto is panicking but staying calm on the outside, crouching down in front of you while you’re sobbing against the bathroom sink. “Sweetheart, baby, slow down - breathe, okay? You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
He’s holding your arms gently, rubbing soothing circles into your wrists while you cry so hard your chest hiccups.
“Try again for me, love. What’s wrong?” He’s brushing the hair out of your face, voice low and velvety and so gentle that it makes you cry even harder.
And eventually, finally, the words come out, strangled and warbled: “I’m... I’m pregnant.”
There’s a beat of silence. And then his whole face changes, softens in a way you’ve never seen before. Like the sun just cracked open inside him. He lets out the tiniest, shakiest laugh and pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead over and over and over.
“You’re pregnant?” he whispers, and when you nod into his chest, he lets out a breathy, teary, “We’re gonna have a baby.”
And just like that, all your fear disappears, because his hands are warm, his arms are strong, and you’re not alone.
But when you turn around, Satoru is standing in the doorway.
He’s not smiling.
His mouth is slightly open, like he forgot how to breathe for a second. Those blue eyes - bright and trembling and impossibly wide - are locked on yours. And you expect him to make a joke, something stupid, something to lighten the moment.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he steps forward on unsteady feet, blinking quickly like he doesn’t quite believe what he just heard. “Really?” he whispers. “You’re... we’re really having a baby?”
You nod, eyes wet and heart aching, and his whole expression crumbles. His shoulders sag, a choked little sound escaping him as he drops to his knees right in front of you.
You don’t even get a word out before he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his face to your belly, trembling fingers spreading over the soft cotton of your shirt.
“I’m gonna be a dad,” he says, more to himself than to you. “You’re gonna be a mom. Oh my god. Oh my god, I love you. I love you so much.”
And when you run your fingers through his fluffy hair, when you feel Geto’s hand settle gently at the small of your back and Satoru’s tears soaking through your shirt.
That’s kind of when you know that this is the right time and that baby is going to be so loved.
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lucydixon · 2 days ago
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Little Eddie Munson
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Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Blog Navigation 𐴱 Series Masterlist A/N: This is part eleven of my Welcome to Hellfire Series. Previous Parts: 1 𐴱 2 𐴱 3 𐴱 4 𐴱 5 𐴱 6 𐴱 7 𐴱 8 𐴱 9 𐴱 10
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Summary: You and Eddie open yourselves up in the afterglow and dig a little deeper
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Before Wayne could get home from work, you and Eddie slipped into the shower together, hoping to rid yourselves of any evidence from your sexscapades. 
You’d gone another couple of rounds and were both exhausted, but you were sticky and gross and couldn’t possibly sleep with all the fluids drying on your skin uncomfortably. 
It took a little convincing to get Eddie out of bed.
First, you had to get him out of you, but he’d taken up residence in between your thighs, buried deep inside you despite softening to the point where it took real effort not to slip out. He whined about being cozy while you laughed, squirming your way out of the vice grip his arms had around you. 
He wailed dramatically when you pulled away from him and crawled out of bed, but the cum slowly running down the inside of your thighs kept you from commenting on it. 
“I’m taking a shower.” You told him, trying to sound firm, but you couldn’t keep the amusement out of your voice when he tried to drag you back into bed. “Eddie!” 
“I can’t go that long without you!” He argued, wrapping his arms around your waist, still halfway draped over the bed as he slumped into you, “You’ve bewitched me!” 
“Then come with me.” Your hands automatically went to his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. 
“In the shower?” He perked up immediately and scrambled out of bed, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a great idea, sweetheart! Good thinking.” 
You shrieked when he ducked down and tossed you over his shoulder, rambling about how smart you were.
You went limp, laughing madly the whole way into the tiny bathroom across the hall until Eddie finally put you down next to the sink, pressing his lips to the side of your head before getting the water going, grinning the whole time.
You combed your fingers through your hair, trying to get rid of any knots and tangles before getting it wet while he watched you in the mirror, full of giddy excitement. 
All he could think about was you. 
He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck just to feel close to you while the water warmed up. 
So much of him was touching your bare skin, warming you with his body temperature while you leaned into him, humming contentedly as your eyes fluttered shut. 
It was nice. 
So, so nice. 
Otherworldly even. 
But it wasn’t enough. 
Eddie didn’t want to just touch you. 
He wanted to crawl inside your skin and live in your ribcage for the rest of his days. Make a home in between your lungs and listen to nothing but the steady thump of your heartbeat. 
He wanted to come home to you every day and fall asleep with you in his arms. To have your lives so deeply intertwined that neither of you could tell where he started and you ended. 
He didn’t give a single solitary fuck how quickly anyone might think that the two of you were moving or how intense his feelings for you were. He knew, deep in his heart, that he loved you and no amount of time could change that. 
You’d said it yourself. 
Your souls were tied. 
“Think the water’s warm?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, soft and raspy with exhaustion. 
“Yeah,” He cleared his throat and pulled away from you reluctantly so he could help you step over the lip of the tub. “Is that good?” 
You hummed appreciatively and ducked under the warm stream of water. 
When you reached out and massaged shampoo into his hair gently, Eddie thought he might combust. He hunched over to make it easier for you and melted under your touch. It was damn near enough to bring him to his knees. 
“This okay?” Your voice was soft and airy. 
“Yeah,” He breathed shakily, a little overwhelmed by the tenderness of it all. 
How something as simple as you washing his hair for him could bring a lump to his throat the way it did was beyond him. 
Maybe it was because no one had ever taken care of him quite like that before. 
He’d been old enough that he was independent for the most part when he came to live with Wayne. 
He had to be. It wasn’t unusual for his father to leave him on his own for days at a time when he was young, and Eddie had learned pretty quickly that if he didn’t feed and take care of himself, no one else would. 
He’d never longed for it. 
Hadn’t even known he needed it. 
But your fingers gently working the suds onto his hair felt far more intimate than what you’d just done together in his bedroom. 
This is what he wanted. 
It satiated the need to nestle himself behind your lungs. 
This was close. 
When you were finished, you helped him rinse his hair out, humming softly to yourself until his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you into his chest suddenly. 
Eddie buried his face in your wet hair, not caring that he was practically waterboarding himself. 
“That was nice.” He muttered so softly that you barely heard it over the stream of water. “Thank you.” 
“Of course.” You draped your arms over his shoulders, somehow pulling him closer. “My mom used to wash my hair in the sink when she’d cut my hair, and it was my favourite thing in the world. You know?”
It wasn’t lost on him that you were offering up personal information willingly for what felt like the first time. 
It was the first he’d heard of your mother. 
He didn’t ask where she was now. 
It didn’t matter. She wasn’t with you, which told him enough without words.  
“Can I do yours?” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, eager to make you feel as good as you’d just made him feel. 
You nodded, almost looking hesitant as you looked up into his eyes. 
There was an underlying vulnerability in your gaze. One that he hadn’t seen before. 
“I really hope you don’t break my heart, Eddie Munson.” You breathed.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sweetheart.” He cradled your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before resting his own against it. “I really hope you don’t break mine either.” 
“You’ve got it, you know?” He told you softly, unbothered by the water raining down on you both. “My heart.” 
“I’ll be careful with it.” You promised, leaning into him, “Keep it safe.” 
“Fuck,” Eddie cracked a goofy grin “I can’t believe you’re mine.” 
“Now pass me the shampoo, you vixen. Wayne’s gonna kill me if we rack up the water bill.” 
You laughed and handed the bottle over, turning to face the wall so Eddie could do your hair. 
You were unprepared for the wave of emotion that rolled through you. 
Eddie’s fingers massaging your scalp brought you right back to the kitchen of your childhood home. You’d lay on the counter with your hair spilling into the sink, towel rolled up and tucked underneath your neck as those perfectly manicured hands washed your hair. Back when home was actually a place and not just a feeling. When the warmth hadn’t yet dulled and your father could stand to be in the same room as you. 
You were grateful for the water rolling down your cheeks, washing away your tears before you even had a chance to wipe them.
You felt safe with Eddie, but you didn’t want to explain why something as simple as getting your hair washed had you in tears, so you faced the wall and blinked them away. 
After your shower, Eddie pulled one of his shirts over your head and dragged you to bed after begrudgingly changing the sheets at your insistence. 
You were both exhausted and fell asleep immediately after your heads hit the pillow. 
“Do you have your license on you?” You asked Eddie, oh so casually, while you were making breakfast together in the morning. 
“Uh, yeah?” He looked confused. 
“Can I have it for a sec?” You held one hand out expectantly, not looking away from the berries you were piling into a bowl. 
Eddie swiped his wallet off the counter and gave it to you. He watched as you looked it over, flipping the plastic card over in your hands.
“Thanks.” You bobbed your head, handing it back before going back to your task. 
“You some kind of bouncer or something?” He joked, still looking confused. 
“No, I was curious.” You shrugged casually, aloof as ever. 
“Curious about what?” He pressed. 
“You just seem like the type to pretend you forgot your own birthday, is all.” You explained, glancing over at him with a soft look, “I wanted to know when it is, and I’m glad I checked. It’s next week, you little fucker.” 
Eddie blinked at you for a moment. 
You were right. Of course, you were, you always seemed to be. 
He’d never had anyone make a fuss over his birthday, so it was easier to just go to the diner with Wayne and eat cake back in the trailer. That way, he avoided the sting of plans falling through. 
The year he moved with Wayne, he celebrated his birthday for the first time in his life. 
Wayne let him plan a party, and he was so excited to invite the whole class. He didn’t really have any friends and had already been labeled as ‘weird’ by the other kids, but he thought that at least a few of them would come, especially since the invitation promised cake. 
Poor little Eddie Munson sat on the front steps of his trailer for hours waiting for someone, anyone, to arrive. He’d been excited when he initially sat down, but the excitement had dwindled hour after hour until it had become a dull ache in his chest. 
Not a soul showed up. 
His uncle, still very much new to having a kid around, didn’t know what to do. 
Eddie was devastated and very clearly trying not to cry, and it broke his heart. 
Wayne thought that he might start crying when the young boy tearfully apologized for wasting all that money on the cake and balloons. 
The eldest Munson had never been a hugger, but he crouched down and opened his arms to his nephew anyway. The poor kid’s face crumpled when the dam finally broke and he walked into Wayne’s open arms. He was pretty sure that it was the hardest he’d ever seen Eddie cry. 
He’d never so much as mentioned his birthday to anyone but Wayne ever again. 
“Eddie?” Your concerned voice snapped him out of his daze and he found himself staring back at your pinched brows. “You okay?” 
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat “You don’t need to do anything, it’s okay.” 
“I know that I don’t need to.” You knocked your shoulder into his lightly. “I want to.” 
“I don’t really like my birthday,” he muttered so softly that you barely heard him. 
“What do you usually do?” You reached out to brush his hair out of his face. 
“Me and Wayne go to the diner, then come back here for cake.” He shrugged, not meeting your gaze. 
“Then I’ll bake the cake,” you promised. “If the diner is like your thing for your birthday, I’ll leave the two of you to it, and I’ll just make sure I drop off the cake before you guys head out.” 
“I want you to come.” He squinted at you like you were crazy to suggest otherwise. “Of course I do.” 
“Okay,” You beamed up at him before pressing your lips to the bottom of his jaw. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, then.”
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isekai'd into a dogshit tumblr batfam x neglected reader fanfic
This is my first time writing a fic so please be nice
*this was not beta read, so if there's any grammar mistakes, its fine*
part 1
You were feeling a little hungry after reading a ton of fanfics and just laying in bed all day, you thank whatever god that it's summer. After getting some food to eat, you go to your room to read your favorite tumblr tag 'batfam x neglected!reader'.
You search for a good fic while half asleep. a good six minutes of scrolling and you finally find the perfect fic to read! You start to read the fic but you can barely make out the words, are you falling asleep?
Shaking you head and rubbing your eyes to get a better look at the fic, you realize.. You already read the fic, shit! This happens all the time! No big deal! So it seems that you've already read all the fics under this tag.
You try another tag, this time just neglected!reader, after some time you find a completely new fic! You start reading anddddd. It's just the same plot… And it's not even x reader, it's x oc tagged as x reader……….
FUCK!!
Whythehelldoesthishavetohappentoyou!Whycan'tyoufindanythingcoolornew!Whydoeseveryneglected!readerfichavetohavethesameshitoverandoverandeverandoverornornotevenbexreaderwhenit'sjustxoctaggedasxreader!Whythefuckwouldtheytagitxreaderwhenit'snotevenxread-
Why the fuck does the main character have the same name as you??? You decide to overlook that key detail, and to just cut your loses and call it a night. Still fuming you try closing your eyes to sleep, and for some reason it works, you start drifting off……
Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a completely new room… The ceiling is higher than a white guy off oregano, beautiful wood walls that shine brighter than your future, and rococo furniture that look straight out of a painting.
Holy shit, did you get kidnapped? No.. Maybe you got iseaki'd! But to where? You think for a minute.. Ohhh! It might be the neglected!reader fic you read on tumblr! But what if it's a different fic? It could be any random batfam x neglected!reader fic that you've read! If that's the case, you now have to figure out which fic you're in.
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You have no idea…
Fuck.
You get your shit together and decide to look around to see if there's journal, because there's always a journal in fics like these- and there it is!
In your hands is a leather bound journal, opening it up you find out its 2016, and that you were right, you are in a batfam x reader fic. Because in beautiful handwriting is your full name but with the last name changed to Wayne. Flipping through the pages you find out that you're sixteen, you are really into fashion, and Damian and you are close-ish. Oh? Now that's just odd, Damian in fics like these usually hate crimes the reader for some fuck ass reason, like you're too weak or something like that.
You look around for other things to tell you more about this verison of you. turning your sights to a bedside table, you find a phone and open it- huh.. No password, weird. Looking through the phone you see that you barely have friends and have no lover, heh, guess that didn't change.
Before you could do anything else, you hear a knock on the door to the room, "Young master, Its time for breakfast" you hear alfred say through the door. Panicking, you hide the journal under your pillow and put th-your phone in your pocket.
"Young master? Are you there?" Alfred asks
"oh-Yes Im here! Just doing somthing!"
Alfred sighs, "I understand young master"
A few seccond later you hear foot steps leaving the doorway. Slowly you walk out of your room, and, in awe you look around at the mannor, it's breath takingly beautiful. coming to your senses you look for the dinning room, after a few minutes of wandering you find the dinning room.
Walking into the dinning room you see all of the batfam, on the left is Dick talking to Jason, to their side is Damian arguing with Tim. On the right of the table is Cass eating and beside her is Steph and Duke chatting, and at the head of the table sits Bruce.
You take a seat a few chairs down from Cass, at the table a plate of smoked salmon and oven baked broccoli placed beautifully in front of you by Alfred, you thank him, he seems mildly surprised but moves on.
Oh shit did you say the wrong thing? What if he knows your not the original 'name,' before you could over think any more, the smell of food pulls you out of your thoughts. And to ease yourself, you eat, and after eating you leave the table. No one noticed you left.
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motzglorp · 2 days ago
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CN: Drug use, recreational drugs, probably completely inaccurate military rules, nsfw, mdni, you know it...
So, even being who they are, all members of the TF 1-4-1 are prohibited from doing drugs (other than alcohol and cigarettes, which is another discussion about why not all rules make sense). Given the nature of their missions they rarely even get drunk, never quite able to fully relax. But you can. You don't go on missions, you only fight with paperwork. Mostly theirs, since they seem to be punctual with everything except reports and forms. You suspect they do it on purpose, just to give you a reason to hunt them down and make them write that stuff.
So you deserve a little smoke on the bench behind your civilian house after a long day, right? You never mentioned it, but you forgot to do the laundry and had to wear the same shirt twice and as you pass Ghost in the corridor. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, and takes a deep breath along your collar.
"Since when do you smoke weed?" Voice rough as usual but you notice something in his eyes, curiosity? Disappointed?
"Every now and then. Not illegal for me." You get defensive and he knows he found a wound. But he doesn't want to let it go, an idea already in his head.
"not saying it is, just curious. Didn't seem the type." Testing where your pain comes from. Stereotypes didn't come from nothing and you don't often share about your past. But he has to admit that he likes that earthy sweetness on you.
You are still standing so close, you know he must have picked up your flushed face and quickened breath. He radiates heat like a big cat, even through his glove you can feel it on your wrist. Not uncomfortable.
"What type? Hippie loser who doesn't get shit done and wants to be high all day?" That came out harsher than you expected. You hated how people would treat you differently, as if you were a completely different person, once they knew a tiny bit about your private life.
"Negative. Stressed type. Type who has pain tha' wont go away with aspirin and water."
His answer was honest and raw and you felt your walls crumble. "No, it's not... I don't have trauma, well not like that, I just. It helps me relax. It's fun. A nice little break from my own thoughts. Look, all I do is sit behind my house, smoke a bit and let myself just feel. Maybe I put on my headphones and dance to the music. Then I have a restful night and come back in the morning to make you fill out your mandatory leave, because you too need a break sometimes. And if you don't choose when, then I will decide for all of you. Understood?"
Ghost's eyes crinkle from his smirk and he finally lets you go. "Yes ma'am."
"Good. I'm going to inform Captain Price and expect your papers on my desk tomorrow morning." You turned and continued towards the captain's office, to give him the same speech.
Ghost heads in the opposite direction, looking for Gaz and Soap. His plan needs more charm than he can muster and also some backup when they tell Price. Old man might be a bit more conservative about certain things.
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Not quite sure where this is going, let me know if you want more.
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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 2 days ago
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British Crowd
OT8 x fem! reader. 9th member.
(It's finally here. I'm very tempted to do more British 9th member stuff and maybe combine it with my plans for a poly! ot8 x reader collection.)
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Summary: You show the boys how great a British crowd can be.
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You were back. You had grown up in England as a child, moving to South Korea when you told your parents you wanted to be an Idol. Your parents were very reluctant at first, but after your father spoke to his parents, who were born and raised in Korea, they decided to let you go. You were happy about this. You would be staying with your grandparents at first, which gave you a chance to be closer to your grandparents on your father’s side. It was your grandmother who encouraged you to follow your dreams. She saw the talent that you had when you sang and danced. That’s how you found yourself with a second family. The Stray Kids, a group of guys that you debuted with and have been with through everything. Chan had chosen you because of your voice. He said that you were the missing sound he had been looking for. 
As a group, you had toured a lot of places. But finally, you were back in England. A place that would always feel like home to you. You were excited to show the boys where you grew up, where to have the best food and just show them what life was like for you growing up. 
The first place you took them was to your home to meet your parents. Your parents had spoken to the boys before on FaceTime, but this was the first time they were meeting the men you had been growing up with. Your parents had hugged Chan right away, thanking him for taking care of you for so long. The boys had a nice time getting to know your parents. Felix gushed over your baby pictures. Hyunjin, of course, commented on how pretty your room was, touching every stuffed teddy you owned. Changbin complimented you on any medals and trophies you had won.
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Standing backstage, the concert was getting closer and closer to starting. The nine of you were ready to go. From where you were, you could hear the crowd, all singing Chk Chk Boom in unison. It filled your heart with joy. The boys stood in shock as they listened to the crowd. It was loud.
“Are you hearing this?” Changbin asked as he adjusted his headset. 
Everyone nodded their heads. You couldn’t help but grin at their reactions. 
Hyunjin let out a small sigh in disbelief. “That’s insane.” 
“They're brilliant. Trust me, England knows how to throw a concert. We’ve been training for this moment since primary school.” The boys looked at you in confusion because they weren't sure what that meant.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.” You added with a bright smile, already having an idea in mind.
The guys all shrugged, but they were all clearly excited to see exactly what you meant. 
Though they didn’t have long to think, as soon enough you were all moving. The concert was ready to start, and you were pumped.
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You were on stage. It was about halfway threw the show. Currently, you were all just talking with the crowd and goofing around with each other. You were standing beside Leeknow with Felix hugged you from behind. You were listening to Chan hype up the crowd when Jisung’s voice filled the air. 
“So, are you finally going to show us what you meant?” He asked you as he pointed over at you. 
“Oi! Don’t point, it’s rude.” You told him with a small laugh. “But yes, I’ll show you what I meant.”  You stepped forward, wiggling out of Felix’s arms, making him pout. 
You happily bounced to the middle of the stage and waved. You thankfully had on a headset, so you didn’t have to worry about holding a microphone. You looked out at the crowd and grinned. 
“Alright!?” You asked, causing the crowd to cheer. You nodded, satisfied. 
“So. I told my Darling boys that England is the best when it comes to crowds and noise. We’ve been preparing for moments like these since we were kids. Sitting in assemblies in primary school, singing, dancing and talking in unison. If anyone can do it. It’s England. Innit?” You winked. You took a step forward. “Alright, hands up for those of you who have been to like Pontins or Haven or Butlins or a place like that?” Immediately, almost every hand went up.
You looked over at the boys who were watching you, wondering what was going on. You smiled at them before turning back to the crowd. “To be fair, I think we’ll prove our point in three ways—number one. Every primary school had assemblies where everyone had to say good morning. So what we’ll do here is a nice ‘Good Evening Stray Kids, Good Evening Everybody’. Because what better way to start than by greeting each other?” You asked, and there was a giddiness in your voice.
“Ready? Good Evening, England!” You spoke loudly.
Immediately, the crowd spoke in unison. “Good evening, Stray Kids, Good evening, Everybody!” You let out a squeal of joy and bounced on the spot. You immediately turned to the boys. 
“Did you hear that? Not a single straggler. It’s great, innit?” You were proud, and the boys could hear it in your voice. Felix bounced over to you with a smile on his face. He was matching your giddiness, because how could he not? 
“Ey up, Darling.” You said as you wrapped an around around him. 
Felix wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled curiously at you. “Hi.” He said bashfully. “So what’s the second thing?” He asked you curiously. 
“Watch this.” You said, facing him before turning to the crowd. “Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!” 
“Oi! Oi! Oi!”
“Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!”
“Oi! Oi! Oi!” The boys began to join in with the chant. 
“Ogy!”
“Oi!”
“Ogi!”
“Oi!”
“Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!”
“Oi! Oi! Oi!” The crowd then cheered.
Minho let out a whoop.
Hyunjin ran over to you and Felix. The three of you are bouncing in excitement. 
“Woah! That was so cool.” Hyunjin told you as he looked out at the crowd.
You couldn’t stop the smile on your face. “England is one of those places where you come to give them a concert but walk away, realising that the crowd gave you a free concert.” 
Han let out a laugh, very much feeling that he had already been getting a concert from the crowd.
“Okay, last thing before we continue with the show. How many of you know the Choco Latte song and dance?” You asked the crowd curiously. 
The screams were loud. You nodded, satisfied. You looked at Felix and Hyunjin. “Don’t worry, it’s so easy. You’ll all pick it up. Now, since there isn’t a lot of room, please be aware of your surroundings and just dance on the spot if you need to. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Alright, with that said. Let’s do this!!” 
The crowd screamed as the music began to play. You're there, making sure to sing along to the song and lead the dance. It was fun seeing the crowd all dance in sync. Minho joined you, Felix and Hyunjin. Dance Racha picked up on the dance rather quickly. So the four of you stood together, dancing. 
Seungmin let out a loud laugh as he watched you all move, whereas I.N. did some of the moves he picked up on. Changbin and Han happily clapped to the song, cheering you all on. Chan stood there with a proud smile on his face. All the boys slowly began joining in on the dance as they picked it up. They were all laughing and just having fun with it.
However, soon the dance came to an end, and everyone cheered. You and Danceracha all did a group hug, bouncing in a circle as you did so. You all cheered. You had a giant grin on your face. “Alright. You all did brilliantly. Give yourselves a round of applause."
Everyone clapped. "Let’s continue on with the show, and when we get home, I’ll teach you boys the Purple People Eater dance.” 
“The what?” Changbin asked in confusion, only getting a cackle in reply from you before the next song on the set list began to play.
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The Sting of Deflection - Part 3, Subaru ⟢
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ᯓ★ Synopsis: After deflecting away your confession, that same ghoul finds himself battling with feelings he tried to ignore. With Leo, Romeo, Ren, Yuri, Jin, and Subaru
ᯓ★ Tags: angst, very sappy fluff at the end, i think exactly one (1) curse word, kissing, subaru is a man in love, he's just bad at communicating, it's okay buddy, subaru x reader, gn!reader
ᯓ★ Word Count: 2.7K
ᯓ★ Notes: Requested by @wokasiv ˙✦ Halfway through the 6 requested ghouls now! (๑•̀ ᴗ•́)૭✧
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“There you are, Doll!”
You had just made eye contact with Zenji, giving him a big, enthusiastic wave as he called out to you. You were heading to Hotarubi for a casual hang out with the ghouls, and though you have visited plenty of times to know the routes through the infamous misty bamboo forest, the guys still made sure one of them was available to greet you. The heartwarming gesture isn’t lost on you - in fact you are quite grateful to always have a smiling face waiting for you whenever you come to visit.
“Hi Zenji! How are you today? I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“No worries at all my dear, my brother and I only just arrived a little bit ago,” Zenji said, gesturing slightly with the doll in his arms. You smiled up at him, “Good, that is a relief to hear!” You made sure to also greet the doll as you pulled your small, personal umbrella out of your bag. “Shall we get going?”
“But of course! It would be wrong of us to keep Haku and Subaru waiting. Especially after Subaru fretted over which desserts to prepare for you today.” Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Subaru, and your ears burned with the embarrassment of your crush on him, deepened only by the idea of him working so hard to do something kind for you. Zenji continued, enticing your flushed features, “He really is just a decent fella, isn’t he?”
You replied, half daydreaming of the kind hearted captain, “Yeah, he is.”
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Subaru entered the reception room holding a small platter of meticulously placed sweets, which was the final piece of what ended up being a rather elaborate spread of tea, snacks, and desserts. He placed the tray down on the low table, and took a step back to review the set-up. He hummed as he pondered, crossing an arm over his chest and bringing the other up to tap this chin gently.
Haku entered the room, stretching and yawning slightly. “Hey, Subaru.”
Subaru didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand to notice his Vice-Captain’s entrance. Haku walked up next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Subaru-”
“Oh!” Subaru exclaimed, jumping away slightly and gripping his heart. “Ah, Haku.. you startled me.”
Haku chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry.. I did call out to you before, but you didn’t say anything. You looked like you were hypnotized by the table.”
Subaru blushed, realizing how silly he must have looked just standing in the middle of the room, staring at the table. “Ah, no, don’t worry. I apologize for not hearing you and responding to you the first time. I was just contemplating the layout of the dishes on the table..” he gestured a bit awkwardly down to it.
Haku raised an eyebrow at him, eyes flicking between the table and Subaru. “I didn’t realize we were having a formal tea,” he said, voice laced with teasing undertones.
“Oh! N-No, it’s not a formal tea,” Subaru floundered for an explanation. “I just wanted to do something nice for the Honor Student, th-that’s all.” He gave Haku a sheepish smile, crossing an arm over his chest to hold himself gently.
Haku hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hmm, well in that case, I think it looks fine.” And with that, he plopped down on the ground, claiming one side of the table.
Subaru nodded, “Thank you, Haku! Your input is very valuable to me, so I will take your word for it.” Haku propped an elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand, and just smiled and hummed mischievously in response.
Subaru rocked awkwardly on his feet before making his way over to the hall to check if you were close. When he didn’t see you, he made his way across the room to look out a window which faced the gardens you would be coming through before entering the building. He looked for you between the bamboo, to no avail. He leaned forward a bit and closed his eyes, listening closely for the sound of Zenji. Instead of hearing the poet, he did hear the movement of feet back at the end of the hall, so he quickly made his way back over to that side of the room and poked his head out. He had just caught the glimpse of a Hotarubi uniform as it turned the bend at the end of the hall, and he sighed. Maybe watching from the window is better, he thought to himself, turning to make his way across the room again.
“Subaru, you are going to wear out the tatami if you keep pacing like that.”
Subaru immediately halted his steps, looking sheepishly to Haku, “Oh, right. Sorry, I really should take a seat.” He settled onto a cushion opposite of Haku, trying to give off a calm and collected aura.
Haku sat back and crossed his arms, looking at Subaru appraisingly. “So what’s got you all worked up today, hmm? Could it be this impending visit from the Honor Student?” Haku teased.
Subaru jolted, sitting a bit more rigidly with his cheeks blushing slightly. “N-No, nothing like th-that. I was thinking about something else entirely, but there is nothing to worry about!” He said as he straightened up the desserts on the tray, again, just to give his hands something to do.
Haku’s eyes followed the movement of Subaru’s hands, and Subaru intentionally avoided eye contact, continuing to pretend to be busy with the arrangement of sweets he had chosen. “Subaru, when are you going to be honest about your feelings?”
Subaru froze, blushing deeply, against his will. He glanced up at Haku, who was still watching him intently. “You don’t need to deny it, I can tell by the way you are fussing right now. Though I have to admit, I have suspected your crush for a while now,” Haku teased.
Subaru dropped the sweet he was still holding, and jolted. “Y-You did?!”
Haku gave out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and leaning back on his hands. “Yeah, you are kind of obvious dude.”
Subaru buried his face in his hands and groaned. He felt so embarrassed. If Haku knew then… did that mean you did too??
Haku, not understanding Subaru’s turmoil, attempted to comfort him, “Hey, it’s no big deal! Don’t worry. Just be honest with them and ask them out!”
Subaru’s head snapped up, “Ask them out?? Haku, the last thing I want to do is ask the Honor Student on a date-”
The sounds of gasps from the doorway stopped him mid-sentence, and when he turned to face the sound, he was greeted by the sight of you and Zenji in the doorway of the room. Zenji’s eyes were wide with shock, and his hands were firmly clamped over his mouth. To Subaru’s horror, your face was scrunched up with a look that could only be described as pure heartbreak. When you both made eye contact, your lips began to quiver and you clutched your heart. Before Subaru could reach for you, before he could even open his mouth to try to explain the misunderstanding, you had turned and dashed back down the hallway.
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Three days had passed without a word from you. Subaru had attempted to call you and text you multiple times, but all of his calls went to voicemail and all of his texts were left unread.
He felt absolutely miserable. His mind had tortured him relentlessly with the image of you in the doorway, your heart visibly shattering. It was the first thought he had each morning, and the last one each night before he attempted to force himself to sleep. It was always present, lurking behind whatever task he was able to force to the front of his mind. It was inescapable.
And that is why today, the fourth day since his monumental fuck up, he was venturing into campus with the sole purpose of finding you.
He quickly realized that this attempt would be futile - at least for the next few hours - because it was the morning, surely you were in class at this time. He sighed, leaning against a lamp post, chastising himself for being so foolish. 
Maybe I could wait outside their classroom? No, that wouldn’t work. He didn’t know your time tables so he had no clue which class you were in. Also.. it would be kinda creepy of him to just wait for you there like that.
Oh! I could wait for them outside the main cafeteria! He perked up at the idea, but then quickly remembered why he avoided that place to begin with - there’s just too many people. He’s already emotionally worked up as it is, he couldn’t handle his stigma activating accidentally in a crowded space like that.
In the end, he opted to wait in the library. There was research he needed to do for an upcoming mission anyway, so he was determined to make good use of his time.
And today, luck would finally be on his side. He was absorbed in his work, notes strewn about, small stacks of books and articles scattered around the table he occupied, when he suddenly heard your laugh. His head snaps up and his eyes find you immediately, cheeks lightly flushed and laughing with Lyca.
His heart clenches, and it takes all of his self control to not run to you immediately. Instead, he watches the two of you make your way over to a table to sit together. Lyca pulls out his sketchbook and you pull out a textbook and notebook from your bag. Subaru realizes that you had come here together to keep each other company while working independently. He feels his heart squeeze again - not from despair this time, but from adoration. He is so proud of Lyca for stepping out of his comfort zone to work on his art in public, but also for being there for you when you needed a friend. And he was so grateful to you for taking Lyca under your protection to help acclimate him to campus - it’s just one of the many, many things that he adored about you.
He waited a bit before making his way over to your table. His heartbeat increased the closer he got to you. He was so nervous, but he had to talk to you. He had to make things right. 
He just hoped you would listen.
Lyca’s senses picked up on Subaru’s approach before you did, his eyes flicking up to see who was approaching. His face lit up when he realized it was Subaru, and he instinctively called out, “Hey, Suba!”
You jolted and immediately hushed Lyca, reminding him that visitors to the library needed to be quiet and mindful of the other visitors, and he pouted in response. You shook your head, lightly giggling- then your eyes met Subaru’s and you froze. The actual words Lyca had called out finally registering to you. You pulled away from Lyca, and practically shoved your nose into your textbook to avoid eye contact.
Subaru stopped in front of your table, “Hi Lyca. Hi Honor Student.”
You didn’t respond, pretending to be absorbed with your textbook.
“Hey! Suba said hi, did you hear him?” Lyca asked, nudging you. “You gotta say hi back. The blonde gigolo said it was.. uhh.. em-pole-ite if you don’t.”
“Ah- that’s okay Lyca, they don’t have to.”
“Huh? But I thought that being, uh, em-pole-ite was a bad thing?”
Subaru crossed his arm over his chest to hold himself, his typical self-soothing pose, “Ah, yes, that is true. But, the Honor Student has their reasons for it today, so it’s okay.”
This got you to peek up at him. He was looking at you so timidly, so tenderly that your heart did a backflip in your chest.
“Though,” he continued, “I was, um, h-hoping you would maybe help m-me with something?” 
You sighed. How were you supposed to say no when he was looking at you like that? “Um, yeah. Sure. I’ll be back in a little bit, Lyca.” 
Lyca’s eyes flipped between the two of you, likely trying to understand the tension he was feeling, but he just shrugged, “Alright,” and went back to his drawing.
Subaru led you into the maze of bookshelves, moving deeper and deeper into the library. After a bit, he paused and checked to see if anyone was around, before turning down a row which ended at a wall. You followed him, and became more and more nervous about what he needed from you when he suddenly stopped and turned around, causing you to almost bump into him.
“A-ah, sorry,” he said, taking a step back and pressing against the wall. “I just-” he sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, “I just needed to talk to you. But I couldn’t contact you, and it made me so worried and anxious. I don’t want you to hate me-”
“Hate you??” You cut him off, “Subaru, I could never hate you.”
“Oh, that is such a relief to hear,” he said, clutching his heart. “It’s just after the other day..” he swallowed thickly, resolving himself to finally clear the air, “I don’t know exactly what you heard, but I know that it hurt you. And for that I am so, so sorry.”
You looked away, nibbling your bottom lip to keep you from crying, “It’s- *ahem* It's okay, Subaru. You don’t have to apologize for how you feel.”
It was silent for a moment, before Subaru moved closer to you, gently taking your chin between his index finger and thumb and guiding you to look at him again.
His eyes were beginning to well with tears, and his eyebrows were scrunched together. “But that isn’t how I feel,” he said, barely above a whisper. You looked at him confused, prompting him to explain. “I had said that asking you on a date was the last thing I wanted to do, but not because I didn’t want to date you. I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I was terrified to change our friendship for the worse by confessing. Or by burdening you with my feelings when you have so many other things to worry about.” He moved his fingers from your chin to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. “In reality, I-” he lets out a puff of air, almost laughing to himself, “I am mesmerized by you.”
Your eyes grew wide, tears pricking at your eyes - from sadness? From disbelief? You weren’t quite sure - it felt as though the whole world had disappeared and all that remained was you and Subaru, and this corner of the library.
He smiles at you, eyes shining with the depths of his devotion. “I mean it. You have me desperate to be with you whenever I can. You are one of, if not the strongest and most extraordinary person I have ever met in my life. Your ability to be so compassionate, understanding, and helpful despite this overwhelming world you were thrown into is.. astonishing.” He brings his other hand up to cup your other cheek, “You make me feel lighter, just by being in your presence.”
“S-Subaru..” You could barely choke out his name, let alone the million questions that were swirling in your mind. You hoped your eyes could convey everything you couldn’t say out loud.
“Honor Student..i-if you would still have me, after everything I put you through this week, I would be incredibly honored. But I also understand if-”
“I will,” you breathed, cutting him off. “I will still have you, Subaru.” 
His face scrunched up with relief, gratitude, love, and he let out a small breathy laugh. You realized now that his hands, still holding you, were shaking lightly, so you lightly held onto his wrists, kneading reassuring circles into his skin with your thumbs.
You both stood there for a moment, just existing with one another, feeling the warmth of your connection hold you both and pull you together. 
His eyes flicked to your lips, and back up to your eyes, and he asked in a small voice, “May I kiss you?”
You were already leaning in. “Yes,” you whispered against his lips. You felt him smile as he closed the last bit of distance between you, kissing you gently.
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campingwiththecharmings · 3 days ago
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Rich Girl: Mile High Club
AN: No idea where this came from but here we are. Honestly thought I was done with these two but it seems the universe has other plans lol. Also, I know next to nothing about private jets and the accommodations they offer so please feel free to suspend your disbelief here 😆
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Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,845 Pairing: Driver!Jake Lockley x Rich Girl!Reader Warnings: kissing, mild frottage, edging, p in v, fingering, oral sex, rough sex, mild spanking, mild choking, please let me know if i missed anything (apologies if the Spanish is bad, I did my best) AO3
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Jake’s not entirely sure how he let you talk him into this. He’s not really needed on this trip, nor was he ordered to accompany you by your father. It should be simple enough: fly in, meet with your father’s clients, fly back out. Easy. But, you’d asked him—no, begged him—to come (“It’s a fourteen hour flight, Jake, I’ll be bored as hell on my own.”), and who was he to deny you?
Now here he sits, in the cabin of the private jet your father had chartered, attempting to read the newspaper he’d grabbed at the stand just outside the airfield you’d taken off from. It was a nice way to fly for sure, much more spacious than he was used to, at any rate. You sit beside him, tapping away on your laptop as you mutter angrily under your breath. One of your underlings had fucked something up and you were now forced to fix it remotely. His lips quirk in amusement at the colorful and creative string of words that slips from between your lips.
“Anything I can do to help, princesa?”
You grunt, your keystrokes becoming harder and sharper as you continue to type. “I can think of a few things, but they’ll have to wait until we get home unfortunately.”
“We’ve been over this, I’m not killing anyone for you,” he teases, stealing a glance at you before carefully turning the page of his paper.
You snort, lips twitching as you fight back a smile. “I’m sure I could find a way to persuade you.”
Jake hums, knowing you’re probably right. “Doubtful but I’m willing to let you try.”
You turn to him with a raised eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on your lips. “Careful what you wish for, Jake.”
Later, when the proverbial fires have all been put out at the office, you slide into his lap, tossing his paper to the side and reclaiming his attention with your lips. You melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers weaving into his hair. He hums, delighted by the taste of you on his tongue. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs toying with the sliver of skin peeking out from between your pants and shirt. You rock against him slowly, moaning softly against his mouth as you work yourself up. 
He should stop this, knows that the flight staff are probably watching, knows word could get back to your father even though you’d insisted that they don’t work for him, but he can’t stop, he doesn’t want to, not when you feel so good and soft and taste so sweet. 
So he lets you kiss him, lets you rock against him, lets you lick and suck marks into the delicate skin of his neck, lets you use him, happy to be the instrument of your pleasure.
“I want you, Jake,” you whisper finally into his ear, nipping at the lobe as you continue to writhe shamelessly in his lap.
He bites back a groan, realizing too late that this is where he has to draw the line—apparently he’s still a man with some principles. “Not here, bebita.”
You pull back, meeting his eyes with a pout. “Why not?”
He thumbs at your bottom lip and smiles. “I’d rather not traumatize the staff.”
“There is a bed in the back, you know,” you breathe, leaning in to kiss him again. 
The image of you splayed out naked beneath him as he spends the rest of the flight taking you apart over and over again comes unbidden to his mind, making him swallow hard. It’s tempting, really it is, but it just doesn’t seem right to do it here, not in such tight quarters.
Jake shakes his head, cupping your cheek with his hand as he repeats, “Not here.”
You’re disappointed of course, and it guts him—he hates upsetting you, after all—but he knows it’s the right call. Kissing you is much less likely to be talked about by the staff than fucking you would be. He just can’t risk it, as much as he’d like to.
Night falls, dinner is had, and soon it’s time to sleep. You try to convince him to come to the bedroom suite with you, but he resists, knowing full well what will happen the second the door is closed. 
“Please, Jake, these blankets are like paper, I’m gonna freeze to death without you back there.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss against the back of your hand. “You’ll be fine, princesa, it’s only for a few hours.”
The staff checks in with him one more time before retiring for the evening, handing him a pillow and a folded blanket. He thanks them and bids them good night, settling in as the main cabin lights go dark. It takes a minute, but he does eventually fall into a fitful sleep, his last thought of you sleeping all alone only a few feet away.
He wakes with a start an hour or so later, the only light in the room coming from the cabin walkway. It takes him a moment to realize what’s woken him, to realize it’s the warm, soft wetness of your mouth around his cock. He swallows a groan, clenching his jaw as you take him deeper, humming as you swallow around him. Jake’s eyes roll back in his head at the sensation, his hand coming to rest gently against the back of your head. His touch makes you moan softly, makes you suck him harder, makes you more eager. 
It’s everything he can do not to wake the entire jet as he comes down your throat, a sharp, strangled breath escaping him as you swallow around him again, prolonging his ecstasy. You pull him from between your lips as he comes down, cleaning his half-hard cock with long, lingering licks.
He meets your gaze in the dim light, your eyes glittering with mischief as you tuck him back into his pants, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to take you apart.
To teach you a lesson.
Jakes stands carefully, pulling you up with him. He gazes at you for a moment, taking you in, before gently wrapping his hand around your throat and guiding your lips to his. He plunders your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your quiet moans and whimpers as he guides you down the aisle toward the door to the bedroom suite.
“I told you no, princesa,” he pants, breaking the kiss as he pushes you onto the bed and kicks the door closed with his foot. 
He gazes down at you sprawled beneath him against the crisp, white sheets and licks his lips, his hands falling to his waist. Deftly, his fingers undo his belt, his eyes never leaving yours as he slides it slowly from the loops. Your breath catches as you watch him, desire and anticipation flaring in your eyes. He smirks.
“Turn over,” he orders, toying with the belt between his fingers.
You do as you're told, still holding his gaze over your shoulder. Jake drops the belt on the bed, using both  hands to grab your bare legs and pull you closer. You gasp but don’t resist, shivering slightly as he moves his hands slowly up the back of your legs, his palms rough against the sensitive skin. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sleep shorts, pulling them down along with your panties, and giving him an unobstructed view of your bare ass. 
Unconsciously, you arch your back, your body seeking his touch. He smirks again, moving his hands up to cup your cheeks. You whine, the sound loud in the small suite, almost jarring. Jake pulls away, tsking softly as he does so. 
“Quiet, bebita. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”
You nod obediently, arching toward him again in invitation. “Please.”
A sharp smack against your bare ass makes you gasp and you shudder as you receive another. Jake leans over you, his mouth at your ear, his body pressing you into the bed. 
“I said quiet,” he whispers harshly, his hands pushing up your sleep shirt. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
You suck in a breath, heart beating wildly in your chest as you nod. He groans quietly, pushing his face into the back of your neck to stifle the sound. Gently, he parts your legs with his hands, his deft fingers quickly finding your slick heat. You press your face into your pillow as he slowly works you open, as he  teases you, bringing you close to the edge only to pull you back again, muttering softly about how good you’re being for him and how maybe next time you’ll listen. He stops whenever you get close, whenever you make a sound, or just whenever he feels like it.
You’re soaked and exhausted by the time the sun is starting to peek over the clouds, whining and begging quietly as he brings you close yet again, this time with his tongue. You swallow a sob as he pulls away, frustrated by your lack of release.
It’s then that he decides you’ve had enough, gingerly flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hip toward his. You have to smother your sob of relief into your pillow when he finally sinks into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he bottoms out and stills. Tension coils in your belly once more as he begins to move, slowly at first, then quickly, his thrusts sharp as he fucks you roughly into the mattress. The sensations are overwhelming, your nerves shot from the hours of teasing. You’re so close, it’s all you can do to hold on as the pleasure continues to build and build.
Jake buries his face in your neck as he loses himself in you, in your warmth, in your tight, wet heat. Fuck. He’ll never tire of you, of your cunt. Never. It’s as close to heaven as he’ll ever see, he thinks. He’s close, and he knows you are too, his thrusts faltering as you clench and flutter around his length. He needs to feel you come, needs to feel you squeeze him. His hand slips back between your thighs, calloused fingers deftly toying with your clit, until the delicious friction sends you soaring over the edge, ecstasy rolling through you in waves. You shake beneath him as you ride out your high, your moans of relief smothered by your pillow. There’s a strained grunt as he stills, spilling his sticky warmth into your depths. The weight of him against your back is comforting as he relaxes, coming down from his high, his mouth at your ear muttering praise that sends a shiver through you.
“Esta bien?” he whispers, carefully maneuvering you onto your side, your back still against his chest. 
You hum, eyelids heavy as you settle comfortably against him. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck and wraps you in his arms, the warmth of him lulling you to sleep.
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BAD DESIRE - Chapter 3
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summary: Just when Bad Omens loses their bassist due to health issues, Noah receives an audition tape that feels almost like an angel sent from heaven to save the production of their second album. However, even though it solves the problem of losing a member, Noah finds himself having a hard time concentrating when his newfound angel stands so close to him all the time.
Chapter warnings: nothing, just fluff
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You woke up late that day, wanting to get as much rest as you could. You wanted nothing more than just a lazy day watching Netflix and eating popcorn.
But life had another plans.
Your phone buzzed with a new message just as you finished brushing your teeth. It was from the band’s group chat.
Noah Sebastian BO [10:32 AM]:
Day off at mine. Pool, BBQ, all that.
Noah Sebastian BO [10:35 AM]:
@Y/N you should come and spend some time with us today, we can talk about the new album and you can properly meet part of our crew.
Your heart thumped a little too hard in your chest when his name popped up. You quickly typed out a simple “Got it, thanks” before tossing your phone onto the bed and scrambling to find something to wear.
You weren’t sure why Noah was inviting you over, despite the album conversation and the “meet the crew” thing. After all, it was a day off, they were just having fun between actual friends. Maybe he just wanted you to fit in and not feel weird or left out, like just another co-worker… right? Despite the soft way he’d looked at you before, the quiet little moments that lingered longer than they should have, he was probably just being nice.
He was probably just afraid you would step back.
You grabbed your phone again and texted Crystal, who insisted on calling him “demon boy” because of his screams on stage, his height, and his tattoos.
You were sure she would get her hopes high about something happening the second you texted her. She always teased you about it and dreamed about Noah noticing you, claiming in the most excited voice ever, “Come on, I’m like a super powerful psychic. If I say something’s happening, you should believe me.”
But at the very least, she could help you decide what to wear.
Crystal [10:43 AM]:
Idk, maybe something cute? A sundress to make demon boy lose it?
You couldn’t help but chuckle and roll your eyes at her words. She really had the audacity.
But you chose your best sundress after being quickly convinced because of the “pool” part, even if you weren’t planning on getting in. The snake tattoo on your arm would be showing for the first time around them, since you always wore long sleeves while in public because of the weather.
And as the sun decided to visit your city again, you wanted to try something different.
Crystal offered to give you a ride to Noah’s place, rambling about how proud she was of you finally fulfilling your dream. And obviously hoping you’d get a new hot lead vocalist as a boyfriend.
You could only roll your eyes at every teasing word.
“C’mon, he’s handsome,” she said, her gaze flickering between the road and you before fixing back on the road ahead. “And he seems single, so why not?”
“Maybe because sleeping with your boss is a terrible idea,” you said matter-of-factly, chuckling at her funny face as she clearly disagreed.
“Anyway, I’m happy I get to give my best friend a ride to her band’s BBQ,” she said with a bright smile, swaying her head side to side as she did a little victory dance in her seat. “When you guys get really big, don’t forget about me.”
You couldn’t help but watch her with quiet admiration, her happiness and excitement filling the car.
Crystal had been through so much.
A tough life, a sad backstory of bouncing through foster homes until she finally landed with your neighbors. She’d been with you since she was eleven, bullied at school for not having parents and left out by the popular kids, and you were the one who had always protected her as fiercely as you could.
But looking at her now, glowing with confidence and smiling like she had the whole world ahead of her, your chest tightened with love and admiration.
She really was the prettiest woman you had ever seen.
And you hoped she would be by your side through every moment of your new rockstar life.
“I will never forget you,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice from shaking with emotion. “You’re my eternal best friend. You’re stuck with me.”
She smiled at you before looking back at the road.
She knew you meant it with all your heart, that you two belonged together as sisters.
And as a sister, she wanted you to be happy, hoping you’d find love soon.
A few minutes later, Crystal pulled up to Noah and Jolly’s place, barely able to hide her excitement as she parked.
“If you don’t at least get him to do something gentle like… I don’t know, give you a plate or something, I’ll disown you,” she teased, lightly shoving your shoulder. “Or maybe get Ruffilo’s phone number for your bestie.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, adjusting the strap of your bass case over your shoulder as you climbed out of her car. “Ruffilo has a girlfriend, but I can try Jolly’s.”
“Another hot guitarist? It’s a win,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Text me when you’re done here so I can come pick you up,” she said, rolling down the window as you shut the door with a laugh.
“Fine,” you replied, waving at her with a small smile “Text me when you get home.”
She only winked before driving off, leaving you standing there alone in front of Noah and Jolly’s house. It was big, in a cool area of LA, and you felt nervous stepping into their little bubble without it being totally work-related.
Your heart did little flips in your chest, your hands sweaty as you gripped the strap of your bass case, trying to hold yourself together. You took a steadying breath and walked up to the front door, but before you could even knock, it swung open.
“Hey, Y/N!” Folio greeted you happily. “Come on in and make yourself at home, they’re in the backyard. I’m just grabbing more beers.”
He spoke casually, leaving the door open for you as you stepped in shyly.
The house was cozy, warm despite its minimalist decor. Guitars lined the living room walls, amps and scattered cables filling corners alongside potted plants and band memorabilia. You could hear Ruffilo and Jolly’s voices from outside, mingled with Noah’s laughter and the sizzling sound of something on the grill.
“Hey, Y/N,” Noah greeted casually as you approached the backyard after setting your bass next to the couch. He wore black athletic shorts and an oversized Bad Omens tee, his damp hair pushed back from his face like he had just showered. He was flipping burgers with a beer in his free hand. “You’re meeting new people today. I mean, you saw them at our show, but you didn’t really get introduced. Things happened too fast.”
You smiled, waving shyly as you looked at the different guys standing there, your nose instantly hit by the smell of grilled meat.
Your stomach growled embarrassingly loud at the scent, and his lips curled into a quiet chuckle.
He had to notice. Of course he would notice, for your embarrassment.
“Hungry?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you with the smallest smirk.
You nodded quietly. “A little,” you admitted shyly.
“Come say hi to your brothers,” Ruffilo cheered as soon as you stepped onto the grass. He wore swim trunks covered in little rubber duck patterns, sunglasses pushed up onto his head as he helped Noah with the burgers. “And to your new brothers.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the word.
Brothers. Family.
It sent a warmth through your chest you hadn’t felt in a long time. Were they really letting you into this little family?
“Hey,” Jolly greeted softly, holding out a fist for you to bump. He sat cross-legged on a pool chair, notebook balanced on his knee as he scribbled down lyrics, sunglasses hiding his eyes. “That one is Matt, our tour director and mixing engineer. You saw him running around backstage, worried about everything and yelling,” he introduced, pointing to the blonde long-haired guy wearing a black cap.
Matt shouted “HEY” in protest, but Jolly just chuckled and ignored him.
“Those three dumbasses over there are Bryan, our photographer, Davis, our creative director, and Jesse, from ERRA,” he continued. “Jesse lives with us. The other two who split the place aren’t home right now, Orie and Michael.”
You nodded, smiling and waving at each of them as they greeted you back.
“Sit down,” Noah ordered gently, nodding towards the shaded table where a few beers and soda cans sat in an ice bucket. “Relax.”
You sank into a chair, taking a moment to watch them all. This was quickly becoming your favorite version of them: not on stage, not rehearsing, but just existing. Laughing, teasing, letting the world slip away for a while, just being with their friends as normal people.
“Here,” Noah said suddenly, placing a cold soda can in front of you before sitting down at your side. You hadn’t even noticed him switch places with Jolly; now he was flipping burgers along with Matt. “So… first week with us. Tour, rehearsals, plans for a new album, everything. Thoughts?”
You blinked, trying to process his words, surprised by his question. “Uh… amazing,” you said, biting your lip nervously. “Overwhelming, but in a good way.”
He nodded slowly, looking away from you and staring at his can. “Good. That’s… good.”
“Dude,” Folio interrupted as he came back from the grocery store, tossing a bag of beers onto the table. “She kicked ass on stage. Even the fans who were being assholes at first shut up by the third song.”
Noah didn’t respond, but you saw the smallest twitch of a smile on his lips before he hid it behind a sip of his beer.
After lunch, and after they teased you for eating three burgers, you all moved to the living room.
Ruffilo, Matt, and Folio set up a Mario Kart tournament on the giant TV while Jolly scribbled more lyrics in his notebook, humming under his breath. Davis, Noah, Bryan, and Jesse kept chatting about ERRA’s plans.
“Wanna play?” Folio asked, handing you a controller.
You hesitated. “I suck at Mario Kart, really.”
“Even better,” Jolly teased, grinning lazily. “Easier win for me.”
The next hour was filled with curses, laughter, and Folio’s dramatic wails every time someone knocked him off Rainbow Road.
You lost every round, but the sting of it faded with how much they teased you like they’d known you forever. You felt included.
Eventually, Noah disappeared into the kitchen.
You watched him for a moment before handing your controller back to Folio and following him, finding him leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone quietly.
“Need help with anything?” you asked softly. You didn’t even know why you followed him… you just felt the pull. And now, standing in front of him as he scrolled through his phone doing nothing, but looking incredibly handsome, you felt pathetic.
He glanced up, surprised. “No. Just… needed a second,” he admitted, rubbing his thumb across his forehead dramatically. “They’re a lot sometimes.”
You smiled, playing with your hands to keep yourself from looking too nervous. “They’re… good people.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “They are.”
Silence fell between you, comfortable but charged with something you couldn’t name.
You looked away first, clearing your throat as you busied yourself with rearranging the cans in the fridge.
“Hey,” he said after a moment. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For… fitting in. For trying,” he said simply, shrugging one shoulder. “Not everyone would. Not everyone can, actually, and you did amazingly well.”
Your chest warmed a little at his words.
You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a small, grateful smile, almost letting a can slip.
“I’m not trying,” you said quietly, finishing stocking the cans. “I just want to be here.”
Something shifted in his eyes, softening into an expression you hadn’t seen before. One that made your pulse stutter and your breath catch with how intense his pretty boba eyes were.
Dammit, I shouldn’t be noticing this, you scolded yourself.
“Yeah,” he said softly, looking away with a slight smile. “Yeah. I know.”
The silence fell again before he opened his mouth again, leaving the kitchen right after to reunite with his friends at the living room.
“Nice tattoo” he said motioning to your arm.
You smiled quietly, looking at your own arm with a warm expression. “Thank you,” you muttered.
When you finally texted Crystal to come get you and left his house that evening , totally sunburned, tired, but still glowing with quiet happiness, Noah walked you out to Crystal’s car.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you climb in.
“See you,” you echoed, waving as Crystal pulled away from the curb.
She waited until you were a block away before squealing, shaking your arm as she stopped at a red light. “OH MY GOD,” she shouted, almost fangirl-like. “Was that Noah Sebastian walking you out?! Girl, tell me everything right now.”
But you just leaned back against the seat, staring out at the summer sky with a small smile. You shook your head, exhaling softly. “Tomorrow.”
Everything could wait until tomorrow.
For now, all you wanted to do was replay every second of today in your mind, memorizing how it felt to be part of something real.
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Kyle Garrick, the Masseur
The first time you entered the parlour, you were beyond anxious.
It wasn’t your idea to visit the place — a couple of your friends had been badgering you about it for a while, and today was finally the day that you caved to their requests.
They insisted that it would soothe your anxiety and stress, and had even gone so far as to book you some specific guy that supposedly had ‘magic hands’. And, whilst you appreciated the effort, you weren’t really sure how to feel about it. Because, frankly, getting your bare back touched by a stranger didn’t sound awfully relaxing.
Nonetheless, you had just walked through the door, so you couldn’t really back out now. You weren’t sure what convinced you — maybe the constant pestering, or the lack of anything else to do. Maybe it was because you had been pushed to your limit so many times that you were willing to try anything to feel better.
The small waiting room was… empty. Quiet piano pieces played in the background over a speaker, a light perfume lingered in the air, and there was a small counter a few feet away where a bell and a treatment list sat. But, apparently, no one manned it. There didn’t seem to be anyone there at all. 
Confused, you approached, eyeing the bell on top before pressing it lightly.
Ding!
For a few moments, nothing happened — until a voice smoother than velvet and clearer than a lake rang out, “Glad to see you made it. I was told you may try to escape.”
Your head snapped to a door to the side of the room that you hadn’t noticed before, where the most gorgeous man you had ever seen was currently standing — and watching you with an amused glint in his warm brown eyes.
For a moment, you were completely stunned. You couldn’t formulate any sort of reply, couldn’t think— because who the hell was this stupidly perfect man? You had never been struck with immediate interest in strangers before, but something about him made your heart stop.
Dark, close-cropped curly hair, shining skin, full lips — and, of course, the most captivating eyes you had ever beheld. It took you a while to compose yourself. “I considered it. But then I… figured I may as well try it. That it couldn’t hurt,” you managed weakly, finally having the dignity to avert your eyes from the man’s face to the floor. Of course, your friends had told him about your hesitance beforehand.
“I should hope it won’t. I’ll do my best to make you feel as comfortable and relaxed as possible.” The man stepped forward, hand outstretched — smooth brown skin and thick fingers shining enticingly. “Kyle Garrick, nice to meet you. I take it you don’t get massages often?”
“…just about,” you mumbled, taking his hand and quickly pulling yours away before you did anything really stupid. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on.”
The man — masseur? — Kyle, smiled knowingly. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ve already got a treatment planned out, as requested by your friends, so you don’t have to worry about any of that. Just follow me, if you’re ready?”
”Uh, sure.” 
He gestured for you to follow him, and you obediently did, entering after him into the small door that he had appeared from — that led to a room so nicely decorated that you thought for a moment you had stepped into an advert. A white bed sat directly in the centre, a folded robe at the foot, and along the walls shelves upon shelves of various salves and oils sat in glass jars, neatly labelled and organised.
The room — or, more accurately, parlour — aside from being visually gorgeous, also smelled… delightful. Calming but subtle herbal smells were breezed around the room, the open window at the back providing enough ventilation for you to not feel too stuffy. 
“Nice place, right?” Kyle asked proudly, leaning on the wall with his thick arms folded across his chest. Which you just noticed was stuffed into a slim-fitting white shirt, through which outlined… a lot. Not that you were complaining.
”It’s beautiful,” you agreed, before swallowing nervously.
He chuckled quietly. “I’ll leave for a bit to let you get changed, and then just shout for me to come back and we can start. Sound alright?”
You could only nod mutely. Changed… into the robe. Just the robe. Great.
With a final, friendly nod, Kyle left the room, shutting the door behind him.
You took a few tentative steps towards the bed — and stared at the robe in front of you. Surely, you’d be given something more to cover yourself? You didn’t consider yourself a particularly modest person, but even you had your reservations about only covering yourself with some thin fabric…
But you didn’t have much of a choice, and you didn’t want to keep Kyle waiting, so you quickly stripped down and pulled it as tight as you could around your body. At least it was comfortable — downy and stretchy.
A faint knock. “All ready?” He called from behind the door.
“Y-yeah,” you called back, hastily pulling yourself onto the bed and lying on your stomach, resting your head in the crevice at the top. You immediately didn’t like the feeling — your bare chest was pressed too tightly against the cot, and you just felt so exposed.
“Sure thing.” A rustle was audible, before the door clicked open with a faint noise.
You felt your face burn, anxious before he had touched you. You instinctively felt him moving closer, and heard the clink of jars as he rolled them in on a tray.
”Just before we start, I know you don’t do this often, but in that sense do you mean you go once every few years? Or you’ve just never done it at all?”
”I’ve never done it… like this, before.”
He hummed. “No worries. In which case, let me give you a quick briefing. At any time, if you want me to focus or avoid any specific area, just tell me. If you want me to speed up or change the pressure, just tell me. If you want me to stop completely…?”
”Just tell you?” You finished.
”You’ve got it. Otherwise, just relax. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You could even go to sleep, if you feel like it. Okay?”
”…Okay.”
“Good girl.”
Good girl?
You were about to mull over the praise, but you could already feel him getting closer — body heat approaching you rapidly — and immediately your previous thoughts were cleared and promptly filled with worries. Dear god. You were pretty ticklish, what if you flinched too hard and elbowed him in the face? Or what if you shifted too much and accidentally flashed him? Or what if you—
The first feeling of his warm hands against your back was indescribable.
He had covered his palms in some sort of oil, and they glided along your back firmly — leaving goosebumps and nothing but relief in their wake. They eased over your aching muscles like a balm, pressing and kneading in all the right places. It was pleasurable and painful simultaneously, but the pleasure was so intense that it outweighed all of the occasional sharp twinges.
“Oh—“ you moaned quietly, unable to stop yourself.
“Feel okay? Want to change the pressure at all?” Kyle wasn’t really sure how to take your little sounds, though he assumed they were positive because you hadn’t yet shot up and bolted away in the other direction.
You garbled, “No, no, it’s… it’s so good…”
He only hummed, and the sound was almost satisfactory. It was so good, then. The confirmation pleased him.
“You’re just— so strong,” you essentially mewled as he got into a particularly tight knot in your shoulders, face immediately flushing with embarrassment at the next words that tumbled out like a waterfall.
Though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear his smile in his velvety voice. “That’s what the military does to you, love. About all its good for, really.”
You paused, biting back a relieved groan. “You were military?”
“Am, not were,” he corrected. “You really think I look old enough to be discharged? Ouch.”
Immediately, you were tripping over your words. “I— no, of course, I just…”
He laughed, the sound pure and amused. “Hey, I’m just messing around. Yeah, this job doesn’t seem like a typical military part-time, does it?
“…no,” you mumbled. Then, after a moment, “…so why do you do it?”
The question made him pause, though his knuckles didn’t stop their relentless kneading. “Multitude of reasons. My mates told me once I should do it as a joke — said I was charming and strong enough for it. But honestly? I like making people feel good. I don’t get to do that on a day-to-day basis.”
Oh.
“That’s… nice.”
The response made even yourself cringe, but what else was there to say? It was nice — nice for a man who most likely dealt in pain and bloodshed, wanting to almost repent and negate his actions by doing the best he could in other aspects of life.
”Yeah? Glad you think so.”
The rest of the appointment went by mostly in silence. You managed to control your sounds after a while, instead getting used to the sensations. They quickly began to grow comforting, and after more than an hour, you didn’t want him to stop. But, of course, he had to at some point. Most likely when his pay ended — though you could’ve sworn your friends had only booked 60 minutes, and the clock had crept past that timeline. Again, not that you were complaining. You decided that you weren’t going to complain to anything this man was willing to offer you.
Once he was finished, he patted your neck gently. “All done.”
”Mmm…”
His laugh sounded like pure gold. “Was it okay?”
”Better than okay…” you sighed dreamily, so blissed out that you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded.
”I hope so. Maybe you could come back again soon, huh?”
”Yes, please.”
He laughed again. “Sounds good to me.” The way he intoned the sentence made it sound like he was going to add a reason, but he trailed off before he could and continued, “I’ll go so you can get changed again.”
Quiet footsteps left your bedside, and the door once again opened and closed.
“Hngh…”
You slowly pushed yourself up with weak arms, trembling like a newborn foal. It took a long time for you to work up the will to actually put your clothes back on — the oil  covering your skin feeling light and moisturising, making your skin feel so smooth that you couldn’t help but run your palms over your sides a few times just to relish in the sensation.
After you’d collected your things and stepped back out, you smiled shyly at Kyle. He had changed too — out of his supposed work shirt and into a gym vest and shorts, with a bag slung over his broad shoulders.
”Heading for a workout?” You asked.
“Gotta keep my muscles active if I want to keep doing this,” he replied with a smile. “Have a nice day, yeah? See you again soon?”
”Definitely.” You felt your face flush.
Something hung in the air. The clear thing for you to do next was leave, but for some reason the interaction felt unfinished. Were you really just going to walk away from this man? Take the risk that you may never see him again?
But he wasn’t saying anything else, bending down to tie his laces, and you were far too shy to start another conversation. So, you slowly turned to leave, no small amount of disappointment weighing on your chest.
Please, please, please…
“Hey, uh…” 
You froze, your heart suddenly pounding. “Yeah?”
“Hang on — uh, I don’t want to be weird or anything, but you seem really nice, and could I perhaps… maybe…” You didn’t dare to breathe. “…get your number?”
You immediately turned, and it surprised you to see him looking almost nervous. For a man that had just touched you more than you think anyone ever had without even a blush, it was amusing. Thick eyebrows scrunched together just slightly and eyes promptly darting around.
A small, genuine smile broke out on your face. “Yeah,” you answered. “Yeah, sure.”
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Yeah so I was in the plane whilst writing this and, coincidentally, there was a GORGEOUS man in the seat in front of me who was basically Gaz’s doppelgänger, and who I quite literally used as inspo for description throughout this whole piece. So credits to that guy, wish I had enough confidence to have asked for his number though 😔🙏
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sturn-baby05 · 1 day ago
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💋Brothers Best Friend💋
Part 5!
Summary: Chris and Emery go on their first date! Chris finally makes the jump, asking an important question... One thing leads to another and well-
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Chris walked Emery to the car, hand in hand. He treated her like a princess, like she should be. The ride to the restaurant was peaceful.
"I'm... really excited for this Chris! It sounds stupid, but I am..." At the red light he leaned over to me, placing a soft kiss to my lips, and grabbing my hand. "It's not stupid! I am too..." He had a soft, genuine smile on his face as he pulled away. When we got to the restaurant, he opened my door for me, taking my hand to lead me inside. This place was beautiful! I couldn't believe how nice it was. Definitely nothing like the nice restaurants at home...
"We have a reservation for Sturniolo!" Chris said to the waiter at the desk with a smile. "Right this way!" We were brought to a beautiful corner table that was almost cut off from the main dining room. Flowers covered the small archway to the table, candles on the table and surrounding. 'Oh my god!" I muttered under my breath. "Chris... this pace is Beautiful!" I was starstruck, I'd never been to a place so nice before. And i've never had to have reservations for a place... "I thought you'd like it! It's one of the nicest places in LA. I knew when I asked you on this date I had to make it special..." He shot me a smile I'd never seen before, it made my stomach flip in ways i've never felt before. "you're the best Chris!"
Our date was perfect! Nothing else could compare... and I knew right here in this moment, this is where I was meant to be. With him, being with him... being his. After we finished dinner, he took me to the beach. We walked barefoot in the sand, hand in hand. Talking about everything...
"So... you go home in two days." He sounded sad, it made me more sad thinking about it. "I know... I don't wanna go home..." I looked up at him gently. The moonlight captured his eyes perfectly, making them look like they had tiny flecks of blue and silver glitter in them. "Then... don't." He whispered, resting his forehead against mine. "I have to... all my stuff is back home in Boston." Silence fell between us for a moment, it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. "Emery..." His soft voice captured my attention. I opened my eyes to look at him. "Hmm?" All I could manage was a soft hum. "I've known you almost my entire life, we grew up together... sure i'm your brothers best friend and, yeah it could get weird... but I know what I want now. WHO I want now..." He paused, pulling back just enough to look at me. "Will you be my girlfriend? I want the whole world to know you're mine." I froze at his gentle question. My heart raced, my mind spun... but in my heart, I knew what i wnated too...
"But... we live on opposite sides of the country... how would we make that work?" I asked softly. He cupped my cheeks gently, making me look at him. "You can move out here! You've always wanted to come to LA... Now you're here! And... i'm your reason to stay and continue exploring..." I melted at his gentle words. I pondered his words. I did love it here, and I do like him a lot! I love him a lot... "Yes..." I whispered. His eyes shot open and he looked at me with a big smile. "Really?! You'll be my girlfriend and move out here with me?!" The excitement in his voice was undeniable, it was like his whole world had just been lit up. "Yes!!" He picked me up, spinning me around. I giggled softly at his unexpected spin. "You have no idea how happy that just made me!" He said before placing a kiss to my lips. One that spoke every unsdaid word, every suppressed emotion over the last few years of denial. We started to make our way back to the car, to head back to his and his brothers place. I paused for a moment by the water... I wrote our names in the sand. When I was done I looked at him watching me, he had the biggest smile on his face. "Sorry, I just had to do that." I said softly walking up to him. He grabbed my hand, spinning me around again. "Don't apologize... It was cute." He had a smile on his face that showed how perfectlly happy he was. "When we get to the car, I have to play you a song..." I looked at him with a happy smile on my face. "Okay!" We finished our walk to the car, taking in the peaceful night.
When we got to the car, he opened my door for me. He hopped in the drivers seat, pulling up the song before we left the beach. "This is the song I was talking about!" I looked at the radio to read the title.
Name In The Sand by Lil Skies
I smiled at the title, it matched the moment so perfectlly... "How perfect?" I asked softly. He looked over at me with the biggest smile... it truly melted my heart. "I had a feeling you'd like it Em..." The rest of the car ride back to his place was quiet, but perfect. I had to figure out how I was gonna tell everyone I was moving from Boston, to LA... When we reached the house, he opened my door for me. He spun me as we walked to the front door. Causing the biggest smile to form on my face! "You look like a princess Emery..." His voice was a low tone, almost admiring. He spun me into his chest, catching me so I didn't fall. I looked up at him with the biggest smile. "And you look like my prince..." A bold move on my part, nothing like me really. But I felt comfortable with him.
It was like time stopped, just for us. This moment was one i wnated to never end, it felt like every Disney movie come to life, just for me... just for us. And that was so much more then everything i've ever wanted. When we walked inside, we were met with Nick, Matt and Nathan, all standing by the front door. "We weren't watching I swear!" Nick defended quicky. I looked at Chris, then back at the guys and started laughing. They were watching us, Nick made it too obvious! "Soooo... how was the first real date?" Matt asked, with a shit eating grin. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know!" I teased back. We continued our night like normal. The date had been absolutely perfect in every way possible!
Me and Chris were cuddling in his bed, the TV palyed in the background. The moment was quiet and comforting. just me, Chris, and the comfort of his room... where everything started. Where the first kiss happened, where he told me "I like you..." For the first time, where he taught me what even my brother wouldn't... and now? Well there's a new memory ready to be made... one that's been waiting this whole week to be made...
"Hey Em...?" His voice was soft, but laced with sleep. I turned to look at him, my back was to his chest, and he was holding me as close as he could get me. "Yeah Chris?" I asked softly, capturing his sleepy eyes. "I have something important I want to tell you..." He sounded nervous, which in return made me nervous too... I turned to face him fully now, so he knew he had my full undivided attention. "What is it Chris...? Is everything okay?"I was concerned, and scared that maybe he had changed his mind about me. He placed his hand on my cheek, grounding me in a way I didn't know I needed. "I don't wanna scare you... or worse chase you away! But this has been weighing on my mind all night, especially after you came downstairs in your dress. I- I just need to know you're ready to hear this. like, actually..."
"You can tell me anything Chris... You won't scare me, or chase me away at that.... I think you would have done that already." I said with a soft giggle. "I'm all ears, love... and i'm more then ready for whatever it is you have to tell me. I promise!" I placed my hand on his cheek, offering that same grounding touch he was also giving me.
"Emery..." He paused for a long moment before continuing. "I-i love you more then words can even express. You make me feel loved, seen, and wanted. You never changed even after I got famous... You still saw me as your brothers best friend. nothing more, nothing less. And I can't even find the words to tell you how much that means to me. So... I love you! And I promise to show you everyday that I do... and on days I don't show it like I should I hope you rip my ass for it, because you deserve to be shown every damn day how loved you are!" My eyes welled with tears at his words. I could feel the truth in them, and that meant everything to me. He reached up gently, and wiped my tears away with the gentlest touch.
"I love you too Chris... I always have. And I will make sure you feel it everyday, all day, for the rest of our lives... I will make sure you know I love you."
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Hey guys!!! Here is part 5! Finally!!! Again, i'm so sorry for the month long hiatus. I did not mean to pull that! Anyway, I hope you guys loved this part! I'm working on part 6 now! I love you guys!
-Rose🧡💋
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rotting-ink · 15 hours ago
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The Commerce of Royalty: H Angelov
“It’s quite a good deal, really.” Ivarsson tugged the cigar into the side of his mouth, sitting back comfortably. “Even with expenses, such as shelter and feeding and so on.” 
Angelov hummed softly, tilting their head for just a moment before clicking their fingers, the end of Ivarsson’s cigar immediately catching alight, and giving off the usual soft glow those things had. The ex-heir gave a grunt of thanks and inhaled. 
“Hm.” Angelov leafed through the sheaf of papers again, painted nails dragging over some of the sums. “More so. I assume wellness checks would be in place?” 
“Well..” Ivarsson couldn’t stop the flash of doubt that etched over his face for a moment. The Macedonian couldn’t help the small smile that stole over their own. “I think for the first few years, maybe. If you wanted to relocate to the Isles, then maybe-” 
“No.” Angelov immediately shut that idea down. “Not even your full fortune could make me want to spend more than a few months in your countries.” 
Ivarsson swore he could see them shudder at the thought. A part of him wanted to stick up for his promised land, but the other part of him had been staying in warmer climates recently. The ache in his bones had all but vanished and the food had been delicious. Goodness knew what things were like in Macedonia. His stomach grumbled a bit. Fuck’s sake.
“Well then. I’d send along Braithwaite-” 
“Hm?” 
“Oh, my butler. Well, more like the child’s full time nanny at this stage.” Ivarsson couldn’t stop his chortle, remembering the last time he saw his compatriot. A pillar of wisdom, who advised him well, cursing underneath their breath as they hunted through the grounds, trying to find his child. Apparently having escaped another mandatory bath time. 
Angelov just gave a dry smile. Just being polite, Ivarsson thought warmly. Truly an Islander deep down probably. No idea what the fuck he’s talking about and smiling just to avoid awkwardness. Perhaps they shared an ancestor, given the Royal family’s origins. Better not say that out loud though. Calling someone an Islander at heart was usually an insult, weaponized by Gallia, Kemet, Almany- Well, most places. 
“But yes, perhaps it would be best to send them along as well?” 
Angelov shrugged. 
“Would I have to provide expenses for them too?” 
“Oh, no, no,” Ivarsson ashed the end of his cigar and shifted in his seat. Avaricious, grasping little fucker. He had to respect it though. It wasn’t horrible hard to disappear someone, but it was if you didn’t want that someone dead. 
Especially if you wanted that person taken care of, fed, clothed… Loved would be nice in the long run. Even if they weren’t of a mind to appreciate that. 
As per usual, there was a pain in his side at the thought of his child. A sharp one, just below his stomach. He massaged the area with his good hand and hoped Angelov didn’t think he was coming onto them or something. Not that Angelov was bad to look at. Ivarsson had lucked out. Macedonia was a good way away from the Isles, it was warm, it had plenty of older buildings, and Angelov was known for living well. Not royalty, so that was a mark against them in real life, but in this situation? A blessing. His child would get to swim in the sea that was a beautiful green-blue, eat food no doubt better than Braithwaite’s cooking. Their jailer was beautiful in a cruel way. Should have been in some of the elder myths about Hellas, to drive men and women mad, but here they were. Looking at him with unfeeling eyes, slices of red in those black irises. Truly, the best Ivarsson could ever give them. 
“I’ll provide all the money for Braithwaite too.” He finally ended his sentence after a while, the ache ebbing away.
Angelov gave a long sigh and sat back in their chair a bit. They just looked up at the ceiling for a while. Ivarsson could understand. Clem liked to decorate well, and while they and their child were back at the house, he got to use their apartment they still had in Lutetia. Angelov had refused to move any closer until a deal was struck. Apparently Gallia was their stopping point before coming to swoop up his kid. Ivarsson glanced up too. Hm. It was a nice ceiling. No doubt the rundown family manor was being made over thoroughly. He wondered if he was going to come home to pink and yellow wallpaper. 
After a moment the Macedonian stood up and went towards the open glass door, looking out onto the breathtaking city. A fresh scent of flowers and bread washed over him as he breathed in, overpowering the smell of his cigar.
“I can’t make them be happy, y’know.” Angelov finally said. “If that’s a part of the contract, I might as well leave now. It’s up to them to enjoy going from one jail to a… Nicer one.” 
“They’ll adapt.” Ivarsson said sternly.
“Hope so.” They returned to the chairs the two of them had been occupying and picked up the pen that had been sitting in the inkwell by the papers and leaned over. They scribbled down H. Angelov onto the last blank line and passed it over. “Then, I am happy to take your money.” 
Ivarsson chuckled and clapped his good hand against his knee. 
“Very good. Something bubbly to celebrate?”
“Would love it.” Angelov said smoothly and watched the man shuffle away, to get their drinks. 
The Macedonian stood stock still for a while before smiling to themself and patted their jacket pocket. Filled with quick instructions, detailing his friend’s thoughts about the newcomers to the house and how to right the situation they found themself in. And a plea. To take the deal Ivarsson would want to strike. Angelov didn’t mind it. After all, they knew they had been personally recommended. 
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dreamingofep · 3 days ago
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One Short Day ✨🤍🎆
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Prompt: Elvis surprises with a trip to the happiest place on earth 🏰✨
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Hi there! 👋🏻 I’ve had this one in the drafts unfinished for sooooooo long but I finally finished it! I thought this was super cute! Just cute and fluffy🤭 Now I want to go to Disneyland for my birthday 🤍
You were curled up on his chest, stirring from your restful sleep. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. One arm resting around your waist and the other playing with your hair, softly caressing you. You feel him kiss your head and hum contently.
“Time to wake up darlin’. Happy birthday,” his deep, gruff voice coos in your ear.
You grunt in protest, not wanting to leave your bed.
“Five minutes please,” you grumble, holding onto tighter.
He hums amused and rubs your back softly.
“I have to spoil my girl on her birthday. And that requires her to get out of my bed,” he teases.
“You could keep me in this bed, I wouldn’t mind,” you chuckle.
“Ohh I bet you’d love that, but I have somewhere to take you. So I need you to get dressed and get ready for your day.”
You finally flutter your eyes open and tilt your head back to look at him. God, he was gorgeous. Even first thing in the morning, he was perfect. His hair was tousled by his sleep and fell across his forehead in the most attractive way. His beautiful blue eyes were still heavy with sleep but looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Where are we going?” You prod.
“I want to keep it a surprise. Just put something on and we’ll go,” he says kissing your forehead. You close your eyes and relish the way he makes you feel. He was always so soft and loving with you.
“Okay, I’ll get ready.”
You sifted through your closet here at the Bel Air house. You loved this house. It was the epitome of California living. It was high up on this hill out looking all of Los Angeles. It was so quiet and peaceful up here. Elvis brought you out here since he has a month free after shooting his latest film. You were so excited to spend some quality time with him.
Today was your twenty-sixth birthday, and there was no one else you wanted to spend your day with but Elvis. You didn’t have the faintest clue where he was taking you. You didn’t know if it was driving distance or if you were going to get on a plane and be in a different state in a few hours. Either way, you were excited to spend it with him. You decided to wear a cute powder blue sundress, your favorite color. You added some mesh white gloves and a cute little clutch to complete the outfit.
You met Elvis in the living room and of course, he looked dashing. He wore black pants and a pale blue button-up too. He has the cutest smile on his face when he sees you strut in.
“Oh look at you! Lookin’ beautiful darlin’. Seems like we had the same idea of wearin’ blue,” he quips, pulling you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his torso and snicker at him.
“I love blue on you. It brings out your eyes,” you say lovingly.
“It looks even better on you honey. So beautiful,” he hums, placing the softest kiss on your lips.
“Are you ready to go?” He asks.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
*
Elvis had a lot of nice cars but this Cadillac was your favorite. The white leather seats felt like ultimate luxury and the hum of the motor roared when it was on the freeway. Elvis drove and you sat on the passenger side with your hand intertwined with his on his lap. He’d gently rub the back of your hand with his thumb and occasionally look over at you.
You weren’t in California very often and were in awe of the buildings and the beautiful blue skies with palm trees as far as the eye can see. You were getting excited to see where he was taking you. You squeezed his hand tightly and he looked over at you.
“Can I have a hint where we’re going?” You say excitedly.
“Nope,” he says with a smile on his face, shaking his head.
“Ugh, please! Just one hint,” you tell him.
“Then it’ll ruin the surprise!”
“Are we almost there then?” You ask.
“Mmm… almost. Probably another half hour.”
You let some silence lull between you two and lean your head on his arm.
“Have I ever been here before?”
“You don’t quit do you,” he teases, “No, you’ve never been here, but it’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go and never stop talking about.”
You look at him cautiously, not sure if he’s joking. There’s one place you’ve been dying to go but haven’t had the time to do it.
“Okay don’t mess around, I know it’s not Disneyland.” You say nonchalantly.
He looks over at you and has the biggest smile on his face. You gasp, shocked by the look on his face.
“Wait, are you serious!? Oh my gosh, Elvis really?” You say excitedly.
“Yes! So much for the surprise but yes, I needed to take you for your birthday.”
“Oh my god Elvis! I’m so happy! Thank you I can’t believe it. This is amazing!” You say overjoyed. You lean over and place a kiss on his cheek. He still had a big smile on your face, happy to see your reaction to it all.
Something sparked your concern though. It was something that kind of made you hesitate to ask him to take you in the first place.
“Elvis… the crowds… I don’t want it to be too overwhelming with people coming up to you.”
“I don’t mind darlin’. As long as I’m with you, nothing is going to bother me. It’s your day, I want you to have the most fun.”
Your heart filled with joy and you squeezed his hand tight again.
*
You both got to the main gates and feel so giddy. You see the Mickey Mouse silhouette in the flowers just outside the main entrance. Elvis brought a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of you in front of the flowers. He grabbed your hand and took you down the cobblestone Main Street.
“You tell me where you want to go,” he says sweetly.
“Ahh everywhere! I need to go on every ride!” You say excitedly.
“Of course honey, where do you want to start?”
You pull him quickly to the first ride you see; The Jungle Cruise ride. Every single thing was amazing to you. You have never been so happy getting to walk through Disneyland with Elvis. A few people came up to him to ask for his autograph but he didn’t mind it. Most everyone else left him alone as you walked around the park together.
Seeing Sleeping Beauty’s castle as you walked down Main Street made you feel like an awestruck girl. It was huge and so beautifully decorated from the outside. Elvis took a photo of you in front of it and someone was kind enough to take a picture of both of you in front of it. It was the most fun you’ve had in the longest time. He made it known that it was your birthday so every shop and restaurant you two stopped in, he made sure they gave you the five-star treatment.
You were given the cutest sash that said, ‘it’s my birthday,’ on it, and were offered a tiara too. You couldn’t refuse feeling like a princess for a day. On a normal day, you would have hated the extra attention, but it was your birthday and this was so sweet of him to do. Everywhere you went in the park was filled with the kindest people and made you feel so special. Elvis rode every ride with you, even the teacups. He looked like he was having a great time too and that made you even happier.
As the day wound down and the stars were shining bright, he brought you back to the front of the castle. He stood behind you and held you tightly.
“How’s my beautiful queen?” He asks sweetly in your ear, adjusting the tiara on your head.
“Oh quite well, I suppose,” you say teasingly and turn around to face him.
“This was the best day I’ve ever had, thank you for taking me.”
“Good darlin’, I wanted to make it extra special,” he smiles, leaning down to give you a soft, tender kiss on your lips.
“Anywhere with you is perfect.” You hum. “What are we standing here for?”
His face lights up in surprise, “Oh you don’t know? Oh you’re in for a treat,” he says giddy.
He turns you around to face the castle. Suddenly the lights illuminating the castle dim and music roars. A flash of light hurls to the sky and explodes in a red fiery boom. You take in a breath, in awe of what you’re seeing. These were the most spectacular and beautiful fireworks you’ve ever seen.
Another flash of light rockets to the sky and green flecks of light dance in the sky. The sound of people’s oohs and awes surrounded you both by the beautiful sight. It couldn’t have been better than this. His hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as the fireworks show continued. You would never forget this.
You twisted your body around and looked up at him, the sweetest smile lighting up his face.
“I love you,” you say over the crackle of the fireworks.
He looks down at you, and the sparkle of the green light sparkles in his eyes. He puts his hand on your cheek and gently pulls you closer to him.
“I love you, honey.” He leans down and kisses you soft and slow as fireworks explode behind you and in your heart for him.
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localwebslingers · 2 days ago
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He managed a small smile as his hair was messed up, more than it already was from the night of sleep, and Peter made a small sound of acknowledgement, "I think I can handle pots and pans while some eggs get cooked. I'll be alright." and if not then he wasn't above pulling a pillow over his head or borrowing those headphones which sounded like they must be pretty nice. Both for head injuries and just finding a way to try and decompress after some days. He watched Cass get up first and lay there a little longer before slowly and carefully starting to move, making sure not jar anything that still hurt or send the room spinning. The same sore spots he'd noticed when he woke up once the world settled back in, and all of his limbs felt tired and weak from strain and the healing he'd done overnight, but overall Peter thought he was doing alright. A very noticable improvement.
Something light hit his legs and he looked over at the shirt that had apparently been thrown, literally, his way before Cass was out of the room. The distant sounds of a kitchen being in use taking her place. Peter grimaced and moved again to get to the edge of the mattress and leaned over to grab the shirt. Immediately recognizing the Nine Inch Nails logo and holding it up to see that it should fit him, even fit comfortably. He looked at it for a few moments before out towards the other room. The suit wasn't exactly the most comfortable for sleeping, or for just lounging in if there was any other option, and it could probably use a run through the washer after the fight the night before. Peter had no idea if Cass had a washer or dryer in her apartment or if this was a sneak downstairs and hope no one noticed kind of situation.
That felt like a question for after breakfast, but he'd been seen in his boxers before just from various different patch jobs so at least it wouldn't feel awkward. He really hoped not, at least.
It was a little bit of a fight to get his body to move how he wanted to pull the remaining pieces of his suit off, the lack of the ruined spandex against his skin actually some relief to his senses. The shirt did fit, and had enough room to be comfortable, and it was easily softer than the suit. Peter leaned down to pick up the pieces of the Spider-Man suit and did his best to move them somewhere out of the way to deal with later. Ideally, after breakfast and that question about a washer. He finally made it out of the dark bedroom and into the lighter, familiar living room to go and sit on the couch, "Cheese is great, yeah. As for seasonings and other stuff? I'll trust your judgement on that one." he usually kept them pretty simple himself but the way his stomach was growling, Peter would be happy for whatever Cass wanted to add to them.
The stain from the coffee was barely noticed as he eased himself onto the couch where he could lean against the back and armrest for support. Just in time to see her coming out with a Star Wars mug to hand over to him. It didn't smell like coffee, but he was more than grateful and accepted it, "Don't worry about it, the only reason I have three of stuff was the very real worry that you and my aunt would be over at the same time and not have anything to eat or drink from." and thank goodness for dollar stores that were still in business because that was the only way Peter had been able to afford them on his salary. He took a sip of the water before raising the mug slightly, "This works fine, thanks. Didn't know you and Hawkeye were close enough you could run off with some of his dishes though."
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   ❝ How can I say no to a fresh slice of pizza? I'm still kinda human at the end of the day. ❞
    The rumble from the other spider's stomach caught her attention and a smile rose to her lips. Cass turned her body to face Peter as he spoke. Their abilities are similar in a lot of ways. But, there were some differences that Cassandra had picked up over time. Peter wounds took longer to heal, he doesn't shoot webs from his wrists like she does and that he has more tolerance to noise after a head injury occurs.
    Peter Parker's request to keep her company wasn't granted at first. Cassandra did a visual scan of his physical condition and didn't notice any blood stains underneath him. The woman sat up, the warm blanket pooled by her lower waist.
   ❝ With my time working at weenie hut general, I think I can clear you to move around. Remember web head, it'd be at your own risk. ❞ Cassandra's hand reached towards the top of head and she gently messed with his bed head. Brown soft strands easily slid through her gentle touch. "If the pans or the sizzle gets annoying, you can always borrow my noise canceling headphones. ❞
    Black covers slid down to her pale ankles, her tired body rolled out from the comfort of the mattress. Cass then raised her arms over her head and stretched any left over fatigue away. Her footsteps against the clean hardwood floor was almost silent due to her hot pink socks. The undead woman reached into one of her black dresser drawers and pulled out an oversized nine inch nails tour shirt after sifting through some tops. She eyed the piece and pictured Peter wearing it. It should fit him and he'd look cute sporting her shirt. Being only five foot two, a lot of people were taller than she was. So, Peter was very lucky she liked sleeping in oversized shirts.
    The large tee was tossed towards him, with no intent to accidentally hurt him. Without another word, Cassandra b-lined out of her bedroom door and made her way into the dark kitchen. Loose white cabinets were carefully opened to pull out a cast iron skillet pan. The pan was placed on top of the stove and her head turned back to see if Peter followed her into the second area of her small city apartment. It was clean for the most part. Some books laid scattered, different colored candles that have once been lit accompanies her switch that was left on the coffee table. The coffee stain on her thrifted couch has dried and the cushions were ready for Peter to crash upon it.
    ❝ Cheese or no cheese? I kinda go all out for my scrambled eggs . . ❞ Cassandra asked as the college student came into view.   ❝ Seasoning, butter, milk- ❞
    She was not an experienced cook by any means. The spider loved eating stuff from her café and the bodega. Cooking was something she never had time for. Her time was valuable and preparing a meal wasn't usually in the cards in her every day routine.
     The fridge was opened and she grabbed a water filter container. The water was placed on the counter as she grabbed two novelty mugs. One mug was in the shape of Homer Simpson's head and the other was BB-8's body with his head being the top. The water was poured into both mugs and she quickly went over to give him the cold Star Wars mug.
    ❝ I don't have any glasses yet, sorry. I've been meaning to get some or borrow a couple from Hawkeye. ❞
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