#but maybe now that unfortunately means they can leave their love for each other in the past :((((((
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"What do I do, scale the wall and enter her window?" rhaenicent Romeo and Juliet AU when??????
#//spoilers#rhaenyra disguising herself as a septa to reunite with alicent makes me feel insane#gay nuns ...????#AAAAAHHHHH WHY CANT THEY BE CANON đđđ#in another life i wouldve liked to pray in the sept with you and then go back to the red keep and rule together đ#isnt there a scene of them kneeling together in the sept in s1 as young girls?#i cannot wait for the inevitable gifsets.....#'i swear this to you on the name of my mother' i feel like ive read fics w that exact line#ughhhhhhhhhh it kills me they cant let go of the love they have for each other but at the same time cant forgive each other#god the realization at the end of the sept scene that all of this is built on a misunderstanding#and they both know it đđ#but maybe now that unfortunately means they can leave their love for each other in the past :((((((#rhaenicent#hotd#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#house of the dragon spoilers
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Walkshipping board for that one anon from forever ago who asked about my ships
X-X X-X X-X
#i call i walkshipping because i'm pretty sure their only interaction together was walking bakura home#the dynamic to me is unrequited crush -> friends -> fake dating -> possible qpr -> crush x2 combo -> awkward maybe-kinda-unofficial-polycul#i think since mihos crush on bakura was solely aestheticâ it'd start to fade once she started actually viewing him as a friend#and i think once that happened and bakura got more comfortable they would end up hanging out a lot#i think miho would love tabletop games (you cant convince me her enjoyment of capsulemon didn't just come from rping with the pieces)#and her immunity to traditionally scary things means bakura could get her into a lot of his other interests as well#anyway i like the idea that eventually they decide to fake date each other purely to get the girls to leave bakura's demi ass alone#which in turns leads to honda third wheeling them a lot bc 'ur just fake dating right ur not gonna catch actual feelings right'#the idea of this going anywhere romantic hinges on my belief that finding out abt mihos weird strange interests makes him even more into he#and that realizing how many traits she shares with bakura isâ unfortunately for himâ how he finds out he might in fact be bi#so now he's still desperately trying to romance miho AND coming to terms with the idea that his jealousy of bakura might have deeper origin#meanwhile the two are like 'hey honda likes us isnt that cute. wanna see how many trinkets we can get him to buy us'#<- (i warned you. i warned you about the extreme yapping that came with this)#moodboard#yugioh#yugioh s0#miho nosaka#honda hiroto#ryo bakura#ryou bakura#tristan taylor#walkshipping#hands#dice#flowers#planchette#ouija board#jewelry#puzzle
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hiii!! may i please request something similar to this? <3 (i find the concept of reader hiding behind seb SO CUTEEE)
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoEW2En/
đ Ë â what do you think you're doing? áľ âĄ
â in which you use sebastian to protect yourself from an angler. â§
âˇă 406 wc đ sfw đ sebastian is a bit mean đ i love this idea hehe
SEBASTIAN's shop is probably one of the safest areas in the Blacksite. No entities can get inâbesides Sebastian himself, of course. That doesn't stop entities from coming right outside the shop, though.
After being here for so long, having countless anglers rush past you, that a flight or fight response triggers for you when the lights flicker all around. Sebastian seems to not react, besides a light grumble under his breath. He finally found a good area with lights, and now they were going to break. His esca could only light up so much.
You, however, had a much different reaction. Unfortunately, you've learned to instinctively flee and hide at the tiniest flicker. It helped you not die, so it simply stuck with you.
There were no lockers in Sebastian's shop, so you couldn't hide there. There also was no vent, since you had gotten him in an underwater area. The only other way to hide was to completely shield yourself from it's view.. and there was only one thing in the shop big enough to conceal your whole body.
Sebastian tensed as you quickly hid behind his tail, practically using him as a shield. He blinked, a bit confused: didn't you know that Anglers couldn't enter his shop? Maybe you really were a bit dumb.. He thought about telling you off, but it was also a bit funny to see you crouching behind him like a scared rabbit.
Sebastian huffed as he saw how shaky you were, and moved his tail to loosely wrap around you and help you feel more hidden. As quickly as you huddled behind him, the muffled noise of an Angler's scream rang out from below. He only hummed: the lights in his shop didn't end up breaking, how nice.
You stayed hidden for a few more seconds before perking up, your head popping out from the makeshift cocoon. Sebastian silently stared at you for a few moments before speaking, "You do know that Anglers can't get in my shop.. right?" He teased you, making you pause in embarrassment.
After a few seconds of just staring at each other, you tried to pry yourself off of his tail, but Sebastian wouldn't let you. He tightened his tail's coil around you. "No, no, it doesn't work like that," Sebastian commented, "I protected you, right? How kind of me. And how rude of you to try leaving before you even return the favor."
#( *ăťĎăť) stick2vamp#sebastian solace#sebastian solace x reader#sebastian solace x you#sebastian x reader#sebastian x you#pressure x reader
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Hiiii!! I love your writing for the batboys!
So my request is Jason and Dick with a s/o and their like cuddling exchanging kisses relaxing and one of their brothers get them for a mission and see their brother (Jason/Dick) with their s/o for the first time. (Maybe the other batboy didn't know Jason/Dick had a girlfriend)
Okieee! Have a great day!
Dick
Cuddled himself into your side, burying his head into your neck, on the verge of falling asleep but not quite there yet as he hummed whenever you ran your fingers through his hair.
âYou like it when I run my fingers through your hair, you might as well be purring.â You told him while giggling as he tightened his grip on your waist when he felt you shift slightly beneath him. âYouâd like that wouldnât you.â Dick said sluggishly as he pushed his head further into your hand, impatient as he waited for you to continue running your fingers through his hair whenever you stopped briefly.
âI would but you already act more than enough like a puppy regardless. I guess what they say about dogs and owners looking alike is more true in your case but instead of looks itâs personality.â You said as you gently tugged his hair, causing him to groan as he then retaliated by deliberately kissing under your jaw and down your neck slowly as he could.
âYou think youâre funny donât you?â Dick asks against your neck.
âI think Iâm hilarious when youâre concerned dickbird.â You gasped when you felt him nibble on your skin, âbut you love me for it really.â You added as he raised his head to look at you with a cute little pout across his tired face. You hated how exhausted he looked and so you had decided earlier that day that he was scheduled for some much needed rest, even going so far as to drag him to bed when he was too stubborn to leave a case for a measly five minutes just to eat food.
âI do, love you I mean.â Dick said softly as he raised his head to kiss your lips as you hummed happily against him, just as the door to his room swung open.
âAlright dickhead, time to-â Jason looked up to see that he had clearly instructed something and instead of leaving he decided to stand in the doorway awkwardly as he cleared his throat.
âI didnât know you had company in here.â Jason then said.
âWhat do you think I normally do?â Dick asked his younger brother as he shrugged his shoulders.
âPiss us about usually.â Jason replied almost casually that you couldnât help but chuckle at the sibling spat. âNow Iâm sorry to cut your lovers embrace short but we need to go, preferably now because I donât know how much longer Tim and Damian can remain together in awkward silence.â Dick sighed and kissed your cheek as he begun to pull himself away from you begrudgingly.
âSorry peanut, I promise you Iâll cuddle you as soon as I get home.â Dick said when he saw you pout, hand tugging at his shirt which only made him want to say fuck it and stay in your arms, but he knew he couldnât leave Jason alone to deal with Damian and Tim the entire night without them unironically pissing the other off somehow. âFor now Iâve got some siblings to keep away from killing each other, so keep the bed warm for me yeah?.â He adds as he cups your face and kisses you on the lips, nose and forehead.
âItâll be cosy and warm when you come home, that and probably smelling of dog too.â You said as you kissed the space between his brows, cussing dick to smile and relax beneath your lips, he didnât want to leave, he really didnât but he knew that when he did come back itâll be all the more worth while.
âThatâs fine by me, sweetheart.â Dick replied, completely ignoring Jason who was wondering how the fuck you managed to deal with his brother for as long as you have.
Jason had you cosied up to his side as he continued to read a book he has been meaning to catch up on for a long while but couldnât in due to the random spikes in crime as of late.
Which unfortunately meant that quality time between yourself and Jason was short lived. So when you were finally able to have Jason by your side for longer then an a few brief moments, you were bound to leap at the opportunity to cling onto him and smother him in kisses, much like you were doing now across his jawline and down his neck.
âMiss me that much chipmunk?â Jason asked with a smile as he paused his reading to rear his head back, allowing you further access to his neck, smiling to himself as he felt your lips caress his skin pleasantly. Jason was very much in need for affection after going without it for far longer then he mightâve liked, especially when most days it seemed as though your affection was all that helped Jason in getting through the day; and being deprived of such was a different kind of torture for Jason when he had finally gotten accustomed to it since the start of your relationship.
âI did,â you admitted, kissing his pulse on his neck before pulling away to smile up at him, âbut with how tightly your holding my waist, Iâd say youâve missed me just as much jaybird.â You added cheekily as you gestured down to the hand that was gripping your waist almost protectively with a playful glint in your eyes.
Jason scoffed as he then tugged you closer to him, making sure to rest his forehead against your own as he spoke, âI did miss you chipmunk, Iâm not ashamed to admit it because most days it seemed as though you were the only thing keeping me going most of the time.â He smiles sweetly at you as he kissed your forehead, you closed your eyes and leant into his touch happily, finding bliss at long last.
Only for the door to Jasonâs room to burst open. âJason! Are you ready yet Damianâs- oh.â Dick stoped mid sentence when he noticed you cuddling up to his brotherâs side.
You and Jason looked at Dick, who seemed frozen on the spot with his sudden stillness and unblinking eyes, before looking at each other.
âIs heâŚokay?â You whispered to Jason, concerned.
âHeâs fine. Dickâs just beingâŚwell a dick.â Jason replied as he picked up a pillow and threw it in Dickâs direction, âPaging dr dickhead.â He adds as the pillow hit dick square in the face as you slapped Jason on the bicep. âBe nice to your friend? Brother? I donât know-â
âI didnât know you had a significant other Jason!â Dick exclaimed, completely forgetting what he was doing there in the first place as he smiled widely at you both.
âAnd thereâs a good reason for that.â Jason growled as his hand on your waist tightened.
âSo theyâre the reason you didnât want to come out on patrol tonight?â Dick continued as he made himself comfortable on the edge of Jasonâs bed. âWho knew my little bro Jay jay was in love.â He teased and he tried to pinch Jasonâs cheeks, only for Jason to smack it away with a grunt, dick shrugs as he played on his stomach and kicked his legs. âSo tell me how you met, leave no detail out of it.â
Needless to say dick has to be dragged out of the room by the scruff of his neck by an agitated Jason as he dropped him off with Damian, who was sharping his sword, and said âheâs your problem now.â And went back to his room to you to cuddle.
#dc imagine#dc x reader#dc x you#dc fanfic#dc fic#dc comics x reader#dc x y/n#dc fanfiction#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagines#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x you#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson imagines#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson fluff#nightwing x y/n#nightwing x you#nightwing fluff#nightwing imagines#nightwing imagine#nightwing x reader#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood imagines
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⢠pairing. chwe vernon x reader ⢠summary. vernon loves music, and you love vernon. ⢠genre. fluff, bffs2lovers, college!au ⢠word count. approx. 2k ⢠authorâs note! happy (early) valentineâs day! i unfortunately wrote this last week which means it came so close to deletion at least 10 times, and so im posting it now to prevent that. thank you to alta @haologram for helping me brainstorm the playlist, i truly believe u are a gift to this world.
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playlist. love language, kehlani / jasmine, dpr live / want u around, omar apollo & ruel / like i want you, giveon / thinkin bout you, frank ocean / best part, daniel caesar & h.e.r.
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Itâs closing in on two in the morning when you finally leave the library. Your phoneâs been on do not disturb since you got there at seven, which feels like forever ago â as you exit, casting a sympathetic glance at the remaining two students still glued to their textbooks, you scroll quickly through your notifications. Two emails, a follow request, and a passive-aggressive threat from Duolingo.
You pull your coat tighter around you as you finally emerge through the last set of double doors â itâs freezing, and youâre just about to stow your hands deep into your pockets when your phone buzzes.
[2:03am] vernon đ˝đ¤ yo [2:03am] vernon đ˝đ¤ ur prob asleep but i made u smth [2:04am] vernon đ˝đ¤ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4grGIbqG5VSvNpDLuwdG7X
Instinctively, you smile. You and Vernon have a bunch of playlists. A collaborative one, for when youâre together, driving or hanging out or whatever. Then he has one for you with all the songs he thinks youâll like, and then you have one for him for the same reason.Â
[2:05am] you another one? [2:06am] vernon đ˝đ¤Â yooo why are u still up dude [2:06am] you hypocrite 𫵠[2:06am] you but iâm walking home from the library rn
vernon đ˝đ¤  is calling . . .
âDude,â he says, by way of greeting, and he doesnât sound impressed.
âDude,â you mimic exactly, biting back a smile at the sound of his voice.
âItâs two in the morning,â he sighs, and you can hear sheets rustling in the background. âWhy are you walking home alone?â
âItâs not far, Vernon.âÂ
âItâs dark and itâs been snowing. You should have called me,â he reprimands without any heat. âI wouldâve picked you up.â
âWell, it is two in the morning.â You cross the road, stepping over a patch of snow. âI assumed youâd be asleep, not curating another playlist.â
âOh. Yeah, that â that was â have you opened it?â Vernonâs words trip over each other, and your lips turn up ever so slightly. God, heâs so sweet.
âWhat, are you nervous?â you tease, unable to resist. âI have, like, fifteen of your playlists saved already.â
âYou havenât opened it,â he infers, and exhales a little. âOkay, um, maybe you should⌠wait. Until the morning or something.â
âYeah, right,â you snort. âIâm listening to it now! Itâs going to keep me company on my way home. Talk to you later!â
And you hang up before he can protest, already scrolling to find the link he sent you.
The first thing you notice is the name â Love Language. Which makes your heart twist a little, until you realise itâs the name of the first song, and anyway, you and Vernon have made this joke a hundred times. His love language is making playlists, he does it for his friends all the time. You included â you especially. Like the time heâd eaten the last slice of a cake youâd bought, apparently because he thought it was free-for-all. Youâd given him the silent treatment for a day and a half before heâd texted you a playlist link:Â
I AM (IVE)
really (mimi bay)
Sorry (Justin Bieber)
About (SoKuen)
EATING (Sukihana)
The Cake (John Powell)
I Will (Remastered 2009) (The Beatles)
Buy (Cousines like Shit)
You (Basil Valdez)
MORE (j-hope)
Please Please Please (Sabrina Carpenter)
Forgive Me (Chloe x Halle)
It made you laugh, because Vernon always makes you laugh. A few months and a few playlists later, you were harbouring the biggest crush known to mankind.
That was three years ago. You and Vernon are seniors now, set to graduate next summer, and what was meant to be a harmless crush on a friend has turned into being completely, totally in love with your best friend. It wasnât that serious until it suddenly was. It was butterflies in your stomach when you saw him, at first. Now itâs like a sigh of relief. It's more coming home. Which is a lot more dangerous, and a lot more painful.
You handle it, most days, but sometimes heâll do something or say something that completely throws your perfectly regulated emotions into overdrive. Heâll laugh at a stupid joke you make, or heâll grab your hand to make a point or heâll tell you that youâre pretty, and your heart swells until it presses painfully against your ribs, hot and slippery and aching. Those days, you mostly go home just to lie on the floor, listen to the only playlist of yours that Vernon hasnât seen.
The second thing you notice about the playlist Vernon made you is the cover. Itâs you, you know it immediately, and you know exactly which day it was taken. You just didnât know it was taken. But your best friend mustâve snapped a photo when you werenât looking, because the cover is you, looking up at the cherry blossom tree that the two of you stumbled on during a late-night walk. It was maybe a little under a year ago, it was the night you realised you loved him, and it was the night you almost kissed.
You donât know if he remembers it the same way you do. To you, thatâs your biggest what if? moment. To him, itâs probably just another fun memory with his friend. His best friend, if youâre lucky.
It takes you a second, but you finally click play on the playlist â but the picture stares back at you, practically taunting you with the memory.
The two of you had been walking for twenty minutes, sharing airpods, until youâd seen the tree and gathered a pile of pink petals to dump over Vernonâs head; heâd realised what you were doing just a moment too late. Asshole, heâd said smilingly, brushing the petals off with two hands. Everything that happened next was clichĂŠ. Heâd missed a spot, one pale petal still clinging to his hair; you reached your hand up to get it, and lingered a little too long, a little too close. You donât think youâve ever held eye contact for so long â it felt like forever and then some.
Until his eyes flicked downward. Only for a split second: if youâd blinked, you wouldâve missed it, but you saw it, and it was enough to have you taking a step back. Not like this, youâd thought to yourself. You wouldnât do anything like that. You wouldnât throw years of friendship and an extended period of pining away so easily â you wouldnât risk it over an impulse that Vernon was experiencing. If you couldnât have all of him, you refused to even take one night. Youâd rather not know than live with the memory.
Youâre halfway through the second song when you finally snap out of the memory, and you can actually take a moment to glance at the rest of the playlist. To your surprise, itâs short â itâs only six songs â and more interestingly, you know all these songs. And Vernon knows you know them; some of them you recommended to him, some of them heâs sent to you already, and youâre still wondering what heâs thinking as the third song ends.Â
Despite you claiming to be his best friend, you donât always understand Vernon. Sometimes itâs little things, like how he fist bumps the cat on the street corner of his apartment. Sometimes itâs bigger, like the girl he dated last year. You didnât understand that â or maybe you didnât want to, because yes, you were well on your way to being in love with him, but he also didnât tell you. You found out from Seungkwan (who was kind of triumphant about it, because he was always vying for the position of Vernonâs best friend, and he finally knew something you didnât).
Mina was lovely. As if Vernon would date someone not lovely â he brought her to movie night after a month or so of them seeing each other, and she met your group of friends, and everyone loved her. Even you. And honestly, after excusing yourself to the bathroom to blink away your watery eyes, you convinced yourself that it was for the better: that this would be how you officially got over your best friend. So when Soonyoung asked you to go on a blind date with one of his friends the next week, you said yes. You and Wonwoo saw each other for about a month before you broke it off, and about a month after that, Vernon showed up at movie night without his girlfriend, and casually mentioned that theyâd broken up.
Even the news of that didnât do much to soothe you, because youâd quickly come to a conclusion while dating Wonwoo: that it would not be easy to get over your best friend. You knew you loved him now. Youâd come to that realisation under the cherry blossom tree, a few months after both of your breakups, a year after you realised that you liked him like that in the first place. Itâs been well over two years since you first fell for him, and youâve been stuck there ever since â falling deeper and deeper because you refuse to pull yourself out.
Sometimes, on your most hopeful nights, you think that maybe Vernon could feel something too. Some nights he looks at you with a certain shine in his eyes, or when he hugs you he makes it last a little longer than usual. Some nights he opens his mouth to say something and the words get stuck in his throat, and he waves it off like nothing happened. Symptoms that are all too familiar.
Those nights are even worse, the ones where you go home and read too much into his every move, try in vain to stifle the hope that insists on clawing its way to your chest. Those nights are getting more and more frequent, and you donât know how much longer you can handle it. Those nights, something in you is convinced he feels something, that maybe he could like you â on the very worst, you think he might even love you. But by the next morning, youâre dead certain that all youâll ever be is a friend to him.
But now â today â youâre eight minutes away from home and nearly five songs in when it starts snowing, and at the same time, the cogs in your mind slowly start turning. You love these songs, Vernon knows you love these songs. Youâre pretty sure theyâre some of his favourites too; heâs always listening to them. And youâre so preoccupied with the realisation thatâs sinking in, that same traitorous hope youâve always shoved down stirring again in your chest, you barely even notice the snowflakes settling around you.
Because maybe you donât always understand Vernon, but most of the time you do, even if it takes a little while â even if he has to spell things out for you, like his stupid cake playlist. Because thatâs what heâs doing, you realise with a sudden jolt, looking at your favourite songs. Your favourite love songs. Heâs spelling it out for you. That this is his love language; that he wants you; that he thinks about you; and as the last song finishes, just as you turn onto your street â if you love me, wonât you say something?
When you finally look up, you think youâre hallucinating. Because Vernonâs standing in front of your apartment building, holding an umbrella, and it startles you so much you actually stop in your tracks a few metres from him, blinking idiotically.
Vernon gives you a shy smile, charming and awkward. Your heart does the thing it always does when he looks at you like that; stutters, skips a beat, clenches tightly.
âYou stopped replying to my texts,â he says, and the streetâs empty enough that you can hear him, even from where youâre standing. âI wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You donât say anything because what can you even say? Where do you even start? You donât have words â but you tap quickly at your phone with a sudden idea, and you hear the ping of Vernonâs phone from where youâre standing. You move closer anyway, smiling at the familiar furrow of his brow as he glances between you and the phone he digs out of his pocket. And you see the exact moment he registers what youâve sent him, the smile that spreads across his face.
[2:39am] you https://open.spotify.com/track/5oO3drDxtziYU2H1X23ZIp [love on the brain - rihanna]
You and Vernon first met at a party. Seungkwan had promised both of you, separately, that it wasnât a party, more of a small gathering between his friends, but of course, Seungkwanâs definition of small doesnât match yours. And so you were kind of hiding in a corner, nodding your head and mouthing subconsciously to Rihannaâs Love on the Brain; youâd turned your head a few inches, and Chwe Vernon was standing a few metres away, doing the exact same thing. You guys had accidentally made eye contact and split into matching embarrassed smiles, until heâd sat next to you. Heâd offered you possibly the most awkward fist bump ever, pairing it with an even more awkward, âSo, uh, got love on the brain?â Youâd laughed, and that was it â the beginning of you and Vernon.
Now, he pockets his phone again, but holds the umbrella out over both of your heads, which only makes you giggle. âYou brought an umbrella?â
âItâs snowing,â he shrugs, but his smile is wide, âItâs just like⌠colder rain.âÂ
âStupid.â Whatâs more stupid is the smile you canât peel off your face. âWhy didnât you ever say anything?â
âWhy didnât you?â he counters, and you tilt your head with a sheepish smile. So many reasons, but one look at him and you forget them all.
âSo,â he murmurs, slipping his free hand around your waist, âgot love on the brain, hm?â
âSomething like that,â you agree, and after three years of wanting and waiting, you finally kiss him.
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a/n i linked the playlist vernon made at the top (yes i dug up one of my very old spotify accounts to do this). i have very mixed feelings about this one. it's kind of cheesy but so is most of my work, and anyway it's valentine's day!! so who cares!!! also once again this got a banner bc once again this picture inspired the whole thing. also wtf is up with tumblr ruining image quality!!!
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"Summer nights like this had a way of unfolding secrets. The kind of nights when the air hung heavy with pine and smoke, the moon glinting like a shy voyeur against the rippling surface of the lake. This wasnât your first time at the Washington family cabin, but it was the first time that everything felt different. No parents. No rules. And, worst of all, no escape from the fact that Josh Washington was here, and he wasnât yours."
summary: Your best friend invites you to their annual summer trip to the family cabin in the mountainsâsomething you've done before. But this year is different: no parents. After years of secretly harboring feelings for your best friendâs brother, Josh, you decide this is the perfect chance to finally confess.
tags: best friend's brother!joshua washington x f!reader, childhood crush, both josh and reader like each other but act oblivious (josh more than reader), reader is low key obsessed with josh, minor age gap, alternative universe where Hannah and Beth are still alive, some angst, p in v (protected), virginity loss (reader), kind of fluff, josh talks you through it (yummy!!), fingering (f receiving), idiots in love đŤśđť
/á - Ë -ă⊠tokkis note đŻ âż hey... how yall doing... the rami malek fever is so real i had to write something. so i did. 6,45k words to be more exact, teehee! i dont quite know what this is, but i had fun writing it, like it got me giggling and shit so yeah đ if you see any typos close your eyes, forget you saw anything. enjoy!
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7th grade. That was when you stopped thinking of Josh Washington as just Hannahâs annoying older brother. Between the way he stayed behind after soccer practice to teach you how to kick a penalty and the smirk he threw over his shoulder, like he knew you were watching him. The first time when you actually considered Josh not being a jerk like other boys. In 9th grade, he became the hottest guy you had ever met. or maybe you just got so used to his face that you didn't want to look at other boys. Fast forward to now, you're starting college in one month, and things have changed in a way. maybe for the worstă
Ą because he's all you can think about.
âYouâre staring again.â Hannahâs voice snaps you out of your daze. Sheâs grinning, nudging your ribs as the two of you sit on the couch in the cabin. âYouâre so obvious.â You blink and turn toward her, cheeks heating. âIâI wasnât staring!â
âOh, you were,â she teases, popping a chip into her mouth. âWhat is it this time? The hair? The jawline? Or did you finally notice his arms? I mean, have you seen him chop firewood? Thatâs peak Josh.â
âHannah!â You hiss, smacking her arm. She only laughs, and you canât help but roll your eyes. But sheâs not wrong. Somewhere between your senior year of high school and now, Josh had gone from the boy who made stupid puns to the man who could take your breath away just by walking into a room. Unfortunately, it seems like he doesnât notice.
âStill no move, huh?â Hannah says, lowering her voice. âYouâre not seriously going to spend another summer in silent agony, are you?â You sigh. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHey, Josh, remember me? The girl who used to wear braces and cried when I lost my retainer? Cool. Wanna make out?ââ Hannah snorts so loudly that Beth, sitting nearby with her book, looks over with a frown. âWhat are you two laughing about now?â
âNothing,â you and Hannah say in unison, though sheâs still stifling giggles. Beth looks at you both, arching a brow. âSure,â she says, clearly unconvinced, but she doesnât push. She returns to her book, leaving you free to squirm under Hannahâs knowing gaze.
Josh doesnât stick around to witness your humiliation. Heâs already disappeared into the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge opening and the clinking of bottles is the only thing tethering you to the moment. âDo something this trip,â Hannah murmurs, leaning close so Beth doesnât overhear. âSeriously. Youâve been mooning over him since forever. And nowââ she waves a hand at the open windows, the twilight stretching wide like a stageââthis is your moment.â
âHannah, itâs not like that,â you say, but even you donât believe it. Not when your heart skips every time Josh is within ten feet of you. âItâs exactly like that,â she shoots back, voice low but insistent. âHe likes you, too, you know.â You look at her sharply. âWhat?â
âOh, donât give me that face,â Hannah says, rolling her eyes. âIâve seen the way he looks at you. Heâs just... Josh. Oblivious as hell.â
Youâre about to argue, to tell her sheâs wrong, that thereâs no way Joshua Washingtonâ carefree, clever, confident Josh, could ever see you like that. But before you can, his voice carries from the kitchen. âYou two plotting something?â Your breath hitches, and Hannah, ever the instigator, grins. âMaybe,â she calls back. Josh reappears, beer in hand, and leans against the doorway. His green eyes flick between the two of you, and for a moment, you swear they linger on you. âWell, donât blow up the cabin,â he says with a crooked smile before heading out onto the porch.
That night, the cabin settled into quiet. Beth retires early, Hannah tucked away in the room youâre sharing, and yet you canât sleep. Your thoughts swirlâimages of Joshâs hands, the way his eyes looked into yours, his voice, smooth and teasing, the way his smile felt like a hook tugging you somewhere you shouldnât want to go.
The room feels suffocating, the summer heat pressing against your skin. You slip out of bed as quietly as you can, grabbing a towel and slipping into your swimsuit. The lake isnât far. Youâve been there a hundred times before, but tonight, it feels like itâs waiting just for you. The water is cold when you first step in, but itâs a welcome relief, a shock that clears your head. You wade in deeper, letting the towel drop onto the shore, and soon, the swimsuit feels like too much. You hesitate, glancing back toward the cabin, but itâs silent and still. âJust you and the lake,â you whisper to yourself. The swimsuit peels away, and the water envelops you like a second skin. You float, staring up at the sky, letting the cool liquid carry the weight of your thoughts.
But then a voice shatters the stillness.
âDidnât take you for a midnight swimmer.â
You jolt, water sloshing as you whirl toward the shore. Josh is standing there, hands in his pockets, his head cocked in that infuriatingly casual way he always manages. âJosh!â You shriek, sinking deeper into the water. âWhat are you doing out here?â
âI could ask you the same thing,â he says, stepping closer to the waterâs edge. âCouldnât sleep?â
âSomething like that,â you mutter, your cheeks burning even as the water cools your skin. His eyes sweep over the lake, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. âYou always were full of surprises,â he says softly, almost to himself. âAre you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you joining?â you ask before you can think better of it. The question hangs in the air, bold and daring, and for a moment, you think youâve scared him off. But then he grins.
âAlright.â
You watch, half in awe, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned lines of his chest and the faint trail of scars along his ribs. He doesnât stop there, shucking off his jeans until heâs left in his boxers.
The water ripples as he drops in, and suddenly, heâs closer than you expected, the space between you charged with something you canât quite name. âThis is nice,â he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. You nod, the words caught in your throat. âDo you ever feel like...â He trails off, his gaze fixed on the horizon. âLike thereâs something just out of reach? Like you want to grab it, but youâre scared of what happens if you do?â
Your heart thuds. âAll the time.â His gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think heâs going to say somethingâsomething that will change everything. Instead, he leans back, letting himself float. âGood thing weâve got the whole summer,â he murmurs.
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or himself. But one thing is clear: youâll spend every moment of this summer trying to pull him closer.
The next morning, the cabin feels alive with the quiet rustle of summer. Birds trill in the trees, and sunlight pours through the open windows, a golden invitation to start the day. Hannah is already on the deck with a cup of coffee, scrolling on her phone when you step out. âYouâre up early,â she says, not looking up. You shrug, trying to hide how restless youâd been all night after what happened at the lake. âCouldnât sleep.â
She raises a brow but doesnât press. âJosh is down at the dock,â she says, nodding toward the lake. âProbably sulking. You know how he gets.â
You hesitate. âWhyâs he sulking?â
She snorts. âBecause the rest of the group isnât getting here until tomorrow. Youâd think one day without his entourage wouldnât kill him.â You glance toward the lake. the memory of last night. Joshâs quiet words, the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, it's still fresh in your mind. âYou should go,â Hannah says, smirking now. âCheer him up. Or stare at him some more. Whatever works.â
âHannah!â But sheâs already gone, slipping back into the cabin and leaving you with no choice but to head toward the dock.
Josh is sitting on the edge of the wooden dock, his feet dangling in the water. The air smells like cedar and the faint tang of sunscreen. for a moment, you almost turn back. But then he glances over his shoulder and sees you. âMorning,â he says, his voice softer than usual. âHey,â you say, stepping onto the dock and sitting a few feet away. For a while, neither of you speak. The lake stretches out before you, endless and still, and it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you.
âBig day ahead of us,â Josh says eventually, his tone laced with sarcasm. âYeah,â you reply, matching his smile. âSo many exciting activities. Staring at trees. Staring at water. Staring at each other.â He laughs, and the sound is warm and unexpected. âCareful. I might think youâre obsessed with me.â Your stomach flips, but you keep your voice light. âWho says Iâm not?â
Josh looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a second, you wonder if youâve said too much. But instead of teasing, his expression softens. âI donât get you sometimes,â he says quietly.
âWhat do you mean?â He shrugs, kicking at the water. âYouâre just...different. Not like everyone else.â oh boy. âGood different or bad different?â you ask, your heart in your throat. Josh doesnât answer right away. His gaze shifts to the endless forest, and when he finally speaks, his voice pangs through you.
âGood,â he says. "Definitely good.â
The rest of the day is a blur of lazy activitiesâhelping Beth organize the kitchen, listening to Hannahâs playlist on the deck, and avoiding Josh just enough to keep your heart from imploding. By sunset, the air is thick with the anticipation of the groupâs arrival tomorrow. Hannah flops onto the couch beside you, phone in hand. âSam says theyâre leaving first thing in the morning,â she says. âSo, enjoy the quiet while it lasts.â
âQuiet?â Beth calls from the kitchen, laughing. âHave you met us?â Hannah rolls her eyes. âYou know what I mean. Tomorrow itâs going to be chaos. Jess and Emily bickering, Chris and Ashley pretending theyâre not totally in love, Matt trying to keep the peace...and then thereâs Josh.â
âWhat about Josh?â You ask before you can stop yourself. Hannah gives you a look. âYou tell me.â
That night, you find yourself back at the lake, drawn by the same restless energy that kept you up the night before. You donât plan on skinny dipping againâit feels too risky with everyone aroundâbut the water calls to you anyway, soothing and eternal.
And maybe, just maybe, Josh feels the same right now.
Youâre sitting on the shore, toes dipping into the cool water when you hear footsteps behind you. âCouldnât sleep again?â You donât have to turn around to know itâs him. âI could say the same to you,â you reply, glancing back. Josh sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, and the warmth of him is enough to set your skin buzzing. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he says after a while.
âWhat is?â
âBeing back here. Without... you know. Adults. Rules.â You nod, the weight of his words settling over you. âFeels different.â
âYeah,â he says, his voice quieter now. âMakes you think about stuff.â
âLike what?â you ask, heart pounding.
Josh doesnât answer right away. Instead, he picks up a stone and skips it across the water. One, two, three perfect skips before it sinks. âLike what happens next,â he says finally. âFor all of us. Feels like everythingâs about to change.â
You donât know what to say to that. So, instead, you reach for your own stone, throwing it as hard as you can. It skips once before plunking into the water. âGuess Iâll just have to stick around and figure it out,â you say, keeping your voice light.
Josh looks at you, his eyes shadowed and searching, and for a moment, you think heâs going to say something. what you want to hear, maybe. something important. But instead, he smiles, that same lopsided grin thatâs been haunting your dreams for years. âGood,â he says.
âIâd miss you otherwise.â
The cabin feels too small the moment the others arrive. Itâs a blur of bodies, laughter, and chaos as the others spill into the space, dragging in bags, cooler boxes, and enough energy to wake the dead. Itâs not that you mind themâyouâve known most of Joshâs friends for years, but something about the way the cabin hums now feels different. The tight, intimate bubble youâd shared with Josh, Hannah, and Beth is gone, replaced by noise and the easy rhythm of their group. You feel...adrift, to say the least. And watching Josh slip seamlessly back into his role as the charismatic center of attention only makes it worse.
By the time night falls, the cabin is alive with music, the sharp pop of bottle caps, and the low buzz of conversation. You find yourself perched in a corner of the living room, a half-empty drink in hand, watching the others like a ghost at your own party.
Josh is at the center of it all, as always. Heâs standing near the couch, laughing at something Sam said, and the sound is enough to send your stomach twisting into knots. Sam, of course, is radiantâeffortlessly pretty in her cropped sweatshirt, her hair catching the light like spun gold. Sheâs animated, gesturing with her hands, and every time Josh leans closer to hear her, you feel like the room tilts off its axis. âHey,â Hannah says, sliding in next to you with a knowing look. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you lie, taking a sip of your drink. Hannah snorts. âSubtle.â You glance at her, frowning. âWhat?â
âYou know what,â she says, tilting her head toward Josh and Sam. âSeriously, if youâre going to keep looking at him like that, you might as well do something about it.â
âIâm not looking at him,â you protest weakly. Hannah rolls her eyes. âSure. And Iâm not your best friend.â She pauses, watching you for a moment before her expression softens. âLook, youâre not exactly subtle when it comes to Josh. But for what itâs worth? I think heâs just as clueless about how he feels as you are.â Her words settle into your chest, a mix of hope and frustration, but before you can respond, Jess calls out from the other side of the room.
âHey! Whoâs up for Spin the Bottle?â You couldnât escape it, let's be honest.
You donât know how it happens, but somehow, you end up in the circle. Maybe itâs the drinking, or maybe itâs Hannah giving you a pointed nudge as everyone sits on the floor, but before you know it, youâre sandwiched between her and Ashley, your pulse pounding in your ears. Josh is directly across from you, his green eyes bright in the firelight. Sam is to his left, Jess to his right, and the knot in your stomach tightens. âOkay, ground rules,â Jess says, grinning wickedly. âNo chickening out. You spin, you kiss. Period.â
Thereâs a chorus of laughter and a few groans, but no one protests. Chris goes first, spinning the bottle with dramatic flair. It lands on Ashley, who blushes furiously but leans in to kiss him. The group erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, and you canât help but smile despite yourself.
One by one, the bottle makes its rounds. Jess and Emily kiss, Matt kisses Ashley despite him protesting, and eventually, itâs Joshâs turn. He spins the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist, the glass neck twirling endlessly before it slows, stops, and lands on Sam.
Your stomach drops.
âOh, come on,â Jess says, clapping her hands. âThis is gonna be good.â Josh raises an eyebrow, glancing at Sam. She shrugs, smiling, and leans forward.
You canât look away.
Their lips meet in a brief, playful kissânothing dramatic, nothing earth-shattering. but itâs enough. Enough to make your chest ache, your fingers tighten around the drink in your hand. When they pull apart, everyone cheers again, and Josh laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âYour turn,â he says, handing the bottle to Sam. But you donât care. Youâre too busy swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to ignore the way your vision blurs at the edges.
Later, when the game ends and the group begins to disperse, you slip outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the suffocating cabin. The lake stretches out before you, dark and endless, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe.
âYou okay?â The voice startles you, and you turn to see Josh standing there, hands in his pockets. âIâm fine,â you say quickly, brushing at your eyes. He frowns, stepping closer. âYou sure? You looked kind of...I donât know, off.â You force a laugh, crossing your arms. âIâm fine, Josh. Really.â For a moment, he just looks at you, his brow furrowed like heâs trying to figure out a puzzle.
âYouâre a terrible liar,â he says softly. The words hit harder than they should, and before you can stop yourself, you snap. âWhat do you want me to say, Josh? That I didnât love watching you kiss Sam? That it didnât suck seeing you two all cozy earlier?â His eyes widen, caught off guard, and for a second, you regret everything. But then his expression shiftsâsomething softer, something almost...guilty.
âI didnât...â He trails off, running a hand through his hair. âI wasnât trying to...â You shake your head, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. âForget it. Itâs not your fault.â Josh hesitates, like heâs weighing his next words carefully. âI wasnât trying to hurt you,â he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
You glance at him, your heart aching at the look in his eyesâconflicted, searching. âI know,â you say quietly. âItâs fine. Really.â But itâs not fine. And as you turn back toward the cabin, leaving Josh standing by the lake, you canât help but wonder if this summer is going to break you before itâs over.
The sun hung low in the sky, painting the cabin in hues of orange and gold. The group was scatteredâJess and Emily were bickering over sunscreen, Chris and Ashley were curled up on the deck talking in low tones, and Sam was by the lake with Hannah, skipping stones. It was all too perfect, too idyllic, except for the hollow ache in your chest.
Josh had been avoiding you all day.
It wasnât like he was being obvious about itâJosh had a knack for slipping into conversations, filling the room with his sharp wit and charm like nothing was wrong. But you felt it. In the way his eyes would dart past you when you entered a room, the way his laugh seemed just a little louder when you werenât around.
And maybe you were just as bad, lurking in the corners, pretending not to notice how often he touched Samâs arm when they talked.
Written across your heart was all of your will to make him seeâmake him realize there was no in-between. There was either you and him, or the hollow echo of âIâm so sorry for your loss.â And wasnât that what it felt like already? Like mourning something that never got the chance to live?
But it was his fault, wasnât it?
For making you want him so much that your heart bled angel tears. For teaching your lips to sing sweet once-upon-a-times about a boy who was all sharp edges and hidden softness, who didnât realize how much space he took up in your world.
By late afternoon, you found yourself back at the lake. It had become your refuge, the only place where you could breathe without the weight of Joshâs absence pressing against your ribs. Your toes skimmed the waterâs edge, the cool ripples kissing your skin. You werenât thinking about anything in particularâjust the endless horizon, the way the light danced on the surface of the lake. But then a voice broke through your thoughts.
âYou hiding out here now?â You didnât have to turn around to know it was him. Again.
âMaybe I am,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended. Josh sighed, stepping closer. You could feel the heat of him at your back, the way his presence wrapped around you even when you didnât want it to. âLook,â he said finally, his voice softer. âAbout the other night...â You turned to face him, cutting him off. âItâs fine, Josh. You donât owe me an explanation.â
âYes, I do.â His eyesâthose endless green eyesâsearched yours, his expression uncharacteristically serious. âNo, you donât,â you said, forcing a smile. âWeâre friends. Thatâs all weâve ever been, right?â
Josh flinched, like the word âfriendsâ was a physical blow. âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he said quietly. For a moment, you believed. But then you shook your head, stepping away. âYou didnât, Josh,â you said. âIâm fine.â
That night, the group decided to make a bonfire by the lake. The air was thick with laughter, the sharp scent of burning wood mingling with the sweetness of roasted marshmallows.
You sat with Hannah and Beth, listening as Chris tried to tell a ghost story that kept getting interrupted by Jessâs sarcastic commentary. Josh was across the fire, sitting next to Sam. He wasnât touching her, wasnât even looking at her, but it didnât matter.
Your hair cascaded like Niagara under the firelight, your lips so softâeven if he had never felt them under his. Josh couldnât stop looking at you. Your eyes glowed like an eternity, and your voiceâwhen you laughed at something - it was the only antidote heâd ever had for all those sleepless nights.
He didnât know how to fix this.
Didnât know how to reach across the chasm that had opened between you since that stupid game of Spin the Bottle. And maybe it was selfishâmaybe it was cruelâbut he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. Like he was something worth believing in.
The fire burned low as the group began to drift off, one by one. Eventually, it was just you and Josh, the silence between you heavy and unspoken. âShouldnât you be with Sam?â you asked, your tone biting. Josh frowned. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing,â you said quickly, standing. âIâm going to bed.â But before you could leave, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. âWait,â he said, his voice urgent. You froze, refusing to look at him. âCan we justââ He hesitated, his grip loosening. âCan we talk?â You pulled away, your chest tightening. âNot tonight, Josh.â He didnât stop you this time, and as you walked back to the cabin, you felt the weight of his gaze on your back.
Neither of you slept that night.
The stars were muted behind a veil of clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain. The cabin was quieter now. Days of forced smiles and lingering silences had worn you thin, and tonight, you found yourself outside again, pacing the gravel path that led to the lake.
You didnât mean to cry.
It started as an ache in your chest, spreading to your throat until the tears came unbidden, hot, and relentless. You wiped at them furiously, hating the way they betrayed you, but the anger only made it worse.
How could he be so blind?
You heard footsteps behind you, familiar and deliberate. You didnât need to turn around to know it was Josh. âGo away,â you said, your voice raw.
He didnât.
âHey,â he said softly, his tone careful, like he was afraid youâd shatter if he spoke too loud. âWhatâs wrong?â You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. âYou really have to ask?â Josh shifted, running a hand through his hair. âLook, if this is aboutââ
âItâs not about Sam!â you snapped, whirling to face him. âItâs about you, Josh. Itâs always about you.â His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his green eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â You threw your hands up, frustration spilling over. âDo you know what itâs like? To feel like youâre screaming into the void, hoping, praying, that someone will hear you? To love someone so much that it hurts, only for them to act like you donât even exist?â Joshâs expression shifted, the confusion replaced by something deeper, something raw.
âIââ
âYou donât get it,â you interrupted, your voice breaking. âYou never have. And maybe thatâs my fault. Maybe I shouldâve said something years ago, but I didnât, and now... now I canât even look at you without feeling like Iâm suffocating.â The tears came harder now, and you didnât bother to stop them. Josh took a step closer, his jaw tight, but he didnât speak. âSay something,â you demanded, your voice trembling. âAnything.â
He didnât.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âOf course,â you said, turning away. âWhy did I even expectââ But before you could take another step, his hand caught your arm, spinning you back toward him.
And then he kissed you.
It wasnât soft.
It was desperate, messy, like he was trying to say all the words he couldnât find through the press of his lips. His hands cradled your face, grounding you even as the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet. For a moment, you froze, too stunned to move. But then your hands found his shirt, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âIâm sorry I didnât see it sooner. Iâm sorry I made you feel like this.â Your chest ached, the anger draining from your body as quickly as it had come. âJosh,â you started, but he cut you off, his green eyes locking onto yours. âI donât deserve you,â he said, his voice cracking. âI know I donât. But youâre all I think about. You always have been.â The words broke something in you, and the tears came again, but this time, they werenât born of anger or frustration. âThen why didnât you say anything?â you asked, your voice trembling. âBecause Iâm a coward,â he admitted, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. âBecause Iâm an idiot who didnât realize what he had until he almost lost it.â You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest.
âI donât want to lose you,â he said, his hands still framing your face. âI canât.â You didnât trust yourself to speak, so you did the only thing you could: you kissed him.
This time, it was softer, slower, filled with all the things you couldnât put into words. And when you pulled back, his lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. âDoes this mean youâll stop avoiding me?â you asked, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and tears. Josh chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âYou'll start wishing I would."
The first low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as you and Josh lingered, the sound so faint at first that you barely noticed it. But then it came again, louder this time, accompanied by a flash of light on the horizon, pulling you both from your kiss. You glanced up at the clouds gathering above, your chest tightening. Josh followed your gaze, a grin tugging at his lips. âYou afraid of a little rain?â Before you could respond, the heavens opened up. The rain came in a sudden, torrential downpour, drenching you both in seconds. You yelped, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes as Josh let out a startled laugh. âCome on!â he shouted over the sound of the rain, grabbing your hand.
He led you up the path, past the cabin and deeper into the woods where a small gazebo stood, tucked beneath a canopy of trees. The structure was simple but charming, with its whitewashed beams and ivy creeping up the sides. Inside was a weathered but cozy couch, draped with soft blankets that someoneâHannah, probablyâhad left there.
You stumbled under the shelter just as another crack of thunder split the sky. The sound was deafening, but you couldnât help laughing as you leaned against one of the beams, rainwater dripping from your hair and clothes. Josh stood across from you, his hands on his hips, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made your heart race all over again. His hair was a mess, dark strands sticking to his forehead, and yet he looked unfairly goodâsmiling at you like this was the best night of his life.
âWell,â he said, shaking water from his hair, âso much for staying dry.â You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. âYou think?â He stepped closer, his grin softening into something warmer. âHere.â He reached for one of the blankets on the couch, shaking it out before draping it over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your arms as he adjusted it, and you shivered, though it wasnât from the rain. âThanks,â you murmured, your voice quieter now.
Josh sat beside you on the couch, his arm resting along the back as he leaned into the cushions. The rain pattered against the roof of the gazebo, a rhythmic hum that filled the silence between you. âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice low, âI kind of like this.â You glanced at him, eyebrows raised. âGetting caught in a thunderstorm?â
âNo,â he said, chuckling. âBeing here. With you.â You looked away, focusing on the rain streaking down the gazeboâs wooden beams. âJosh...â âHey,â he said, his voice softer now. You felt his hand brush against yours, tentative, like he was testing the waters. âLook at me.â You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. The rain softened the world around you, muting everything except the warmth in his gaze.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was just the two of you, sitting close on that old couch, the rain falling like a curtain around the gazebo. You could feel it, that familiar warmth creeping up within you, curling in your stomach every time Josh was near. Your heart thuds as his rough palm drags itself up your exposed thigh. Before you could stop yourself, the words rushed out of your mouth. âIâm a virgin!â Your face flushed a deep crimson as soon as the words left your lips, and you immediately covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.
Josh froze for a beat, his hand still resting on your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you, but you didnât dare look up. And then, to your surprise, you heard him laugh softly, the sound low and warm. âWait... really?â he asked, his voice filled with amusement but also something softer, something affectionate.
You peeked up at him, still hiding half of your face behind your hands, the flush on your cheeks deepening. âYeah, really,â you mumbled, not sure whether you were embarrassed or relieved to finally say it out loud. Joshâs grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned a little closer. âI gotta admit, thatâs a little... surprising.â He paused, his tone teasing but gentle. âBut, hey, no rushing." Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being your first. You nodded, your eyes searching his face, still unsure whether to be embarrassed or... maybe a little proud?
His hand gently moved from your thigh to rest on your knee, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, reassuring circles. âDonât be embarrassed,â he said quietly, his voice soft. âI'm not trying anything unless you want to.â You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and found only kindness thereâ no teasing, no judgment, just understanding. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier. "I do want to... you know.." The words won't come out. âStill,â you muttered, âitâs... kind of awkward, donât you think?â Josh chuckled, that warm smile never leaving his face. âDon't think soâ he said, his voice low and serious now, âif youâre gonna share something like that with anyone, Iâm glad it could be me."
You nod, scooting closer to him, palms now flush on his chest. his eyes scan your every inch, and you try to look away, but he captures your lips into another kiss. his lips trail down to your neck with a low "can I?" And you hum, trying your best to stay quiet as you get used to the feeling.
in no time, you're under him, both entangled, half naked and out of breath. he finally pulls off your panties, tossing them to the floor as he spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers, and god, you looked so erotic, all shying away as he loomed over, fingers playing with your pussy. "You ever touched yourself like this before?" You nod, bottom lip captive between your teeth. "J-just a little..." Oh, god. "You're so beautiful, fuckă
Ą" And he's already losing his mind. Nights of fantasizing couldnât have prepared him for this.
placing his palm behind your knee, he lifts up your legs, laying light pecks onto the plush of your thighs, thumb now tracing down to your puffy clit. Josh starts slowly, swirling his finger and still kissing your soft flesh. "Thank you for letting me do this." tracing the entrace with his index, he pushes his finger slow and deep inside, and you arch against him. this was it. he was where all of his dreams led him to. you looked like something straight out of a 80's porno. cunningly, josh moved his finger, and before you knew it he added another one. you squeezed perfectly around his digits, the sounds you and your pussy made driving him to the brink. "You hear that?" he asks, curling up his fingers, the wet sounds amplifying. "don't think I've ever had a pussy this wet before..." you whimper ans wrigle under his hold. "Josh.."
"What? It's the truth." he chuckles, speed picking up, his other hand now flush to your lower belly. "Want you to come. Can you do that for me?" he looks up, doe eyes searching for yours, and you can already feel your body convulsing. it didn't take long for you to finally give in and gift him what he asked for, coming just from his fingers. the way you thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them, soft pleads dripping from your lips like honeyă
Ą he was done for. you were embarrassed, to say the least, hiding your face into his shirt he had taken off long ago. "Stop that, heyă
Ą look at me, baby." Baby. did you just come again? "You did great. so good." he leans in over you, pressing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. "Do you wanna keep going?" and you say the most eager 'yes' known to man. "i got you." he smiles, eyes tracing every curve of your body. he takes off his pants along with hus briefs, letting his shaft spring free, small pearls of precum already gathered at the tip.
your eyes opened. what the fuck? is that normal? you knew your first would hurt, but seeing what Josh had going on for him you knew it would be the most painful experience for you yet. "Don't worry. I'll go slow." he stumbles a bit back, grabbing a hold of his trousers, palming his pockets before he mutters a soft 'there we go.' and takes out a shiny wrapperă
Ą a condom. the opens it and carefully takes it out, lining it with the tip of his aching cock. "If you ever wanna stopă
Ą" he starts, whilst rolling the condom down his length. "Tell me. Yeah?" you nod.
taking his length into his fist, Josh pumps it a few times before he aligns it with your entrance that trickled with juices. he lets it slip in, and your eyes close as tears threaten to fall. you claw at his back, but Josh kisses you sweetly as he slides in some more, your walls wrapping perfectly around himă
Ą just like it was meant to be. "It's okay, you're okay, baby."
after going in the last couple of inches, he starts to move, gently holding down onto your waist as he lets you adjust. "Doing so good for me."
just a few strokes after, he feels you wrapping your legs around his hips, urging him deeper. "Please.." You plead, the sweetest sounds escaping your plump and swollen lips, and he swears he could come just by that. "Fuck, yeah, okayă
Ą" he groans, with the way your teary eyes stared up at him. He starts to move his hips, harder, deeper, each sound you made an encouragement for him to keep going. His palms make their way under your back, pulling you up, almost to sit on his lap. He fucks up into you, your arms lazily draped over his flexed shoulders whilst his lips kiss soft blooms onto your chest. you clench around him. "J-Josh..." he shakes his head, laughing as his fingers dig deep into your flesh where you know bruises will appear later. "Don'tă
Ą ha, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." whines slip past your lips as his speed picks up. "Shit, shită
Ą" he pulls you closer, lips now stuck to your neck like a locket. "Y-you gonna come?" he prys. "Mhm.." you squeal as your eyes roll back. "Go ahead, for me." that's all it took. you come once again, nimbly wrapping around josh like a vine, walls squeezing him so tight. your mind goes blank, only soft moans gripping your throat as Josh pumps into you, finally releasing inside of the condom with a few thrusts.
you both breathe heavily, hearts beating in a sing-song, as you come down from your high. realization sets in as you meet each other's gaze. it was real. it really just happened.
"You okay?" he leans in, pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips. "Yeah... How okay can one be after having sex for the first time..?" and he laughs, playing with the strands of your hair. "Thank god for the rain covering the sound. You were super loud just thenă
Ą"
"Josh!"
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the look of love - sylus x reader
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sypnosis - sylus cant help but express his love for you through his magnificent look of love to you, and even if it's something you miss from him- all he cares about that his eyes still can reach you.
⢠no. 1 party anthem - artic monkeys
ps: this song's meaning is not connected to the concept in any way... maybe just think about the sound?
- fluff, sylus being smitten real, blood/injuries mentioned, short
There are so many moments where Sylus can just blur the whole backround, and just look at you as if you were a goddess sent down from the heavens. His look wont leave you until you snap him back to reality- if you even can.
He can name so many moments.
There was even a time when he almost bled to death, because of some fight that happened in an auction he went to while protecting the Protocore he wanted to bid on. It unfortunately was not protected, causing Sylus to get severe injuries from the fight.
Well, he could heal- but why do that when you're there tending for his wounds? How can he tell his sweet nurse, her heart full of concern for him? The sight was so amusing to him, that he couldn't seriously get his eyes off you.
"You know, I didn't expect for someone like you to get injured so seriously like this." You murmur, dipping the hot wet cloth into his wounds to clean them. You cant see it, but your patient had his eyes straight towards you, as if he was a motion detecting device.
"Don't be so careless, okay?" You whisper too quietly, but it was enough to reach the white haired man's ears. He couldn't hold back the smirk curling on his lips, seeing you so concerned for him just switches a light bulb inside him.
He looks at you, red eyes full of love inside them; he cant just get enough of it. He can't survive a day without seeing you, and the sight of your hair, your skin, your eyes, or merely your ear could be enough for him.
"You're too caring, Sweetie. It makes me want to get injured more-" Sylus recieves a not too strong, yet forceful hit on his chest from you. He sees your furrowed brows, and he swears- it was the last tug on his strings.
"Dont say that, I'll actually kill you." You lift a fist suddenly, yet it never hits Sylus. He just laughs it out, seeing you lift a fist at the Leader of Onychinus. As if you had any power against him. You did.
"Ouch." He hisses, for your words and the pain of the injury. Your eyes flicker towards him, a sting of pity stinging your heart; you were like a stingray, and you have stinged his heart completely.
You slowly patch up the wound, adding last necessary items to cover up the cleaned wound. Once you finish, you fix the materials and set them aside for now; you have something more important at hand- babysitting a twenty-eight year old.
He stares at you, his red eyes making the official color of love. You raise a brow, confused on to why he was staring right at your soul. Is there something behind you? Your face? What was it?
"You're staring at me as if I killed your whole family." You comment, crossing your arms together. He erupts into chuckles, but his gaze never leaves you.
"Nothing."
There was another moment where in you were both crossing the road, talking about where to walk to next in four in the morning, having friendly arguments on where the best place in Linkon can be for watching the sunrise.
You two decided to just walk, as it was just four in the morning, and a morning walk cant be that bad. Its cold and the atmosphere is comepletely nice, unless theres kidnappers or something- but aside that, its nice.
"This is very heavy." An elderly woman was beside the stoplight for pedestrians, carrying four heavy looking bags, at the middle of the night.
You and Sylus look at each other, with the same thought to why there was an old woman in the streets at four in the morning.
But setting your concerns aside, you leave the white haired man beside you, stepping your way to the old woman. "Here, let me help you." You smile, carrying the two other bags for her.
"Oh! Thank you, young lady. My old body cant carry bags that much anymore." She cackles, her teeth shining. "I bought so many gifts for my lovely grand children, that they were too heavy. I'm suprised I got this far." She exclaims, her smile contagious.
Your conversation with the old woman dosen't make you aware of Sylus entering the picture, as he walks behind you. He smiles, carrying the other bags from the old lady. "Let me help you too, Miss."
"Oh, how lovely." She giggles, pointing towards the house a few blocks away. "I'll just settle there, and you two can continue your way." The two of you nod, making your way to the said place.
But ago, Sylus was once again caught up in your web. He couldn't stop staring at you when you stepped up to the old lady, with no hesitation to leave him hangging alone, knowing the risk factors.
He looked at you, as if he "found his bride." He just stood there, staring at you smile widely at the old woman.
And as you two walked, he can't help it- his eyes cant stop lingering over you, he can't stop his heart from racing, how the night sky couldn't even engulf you in its darkness, and how you shine so brightly in his eyes.
It wasn't even the last time. He cant even count how many times it happened, but there was one exact moment that made his heart tie its knot to you.
When you accidentally witnessed something you weren't supposed to see. You were normally walking in Linkon, nothing unusual, until you notice a familliar red evol roaming around a balcony of the building you were staring at.
As your eyes zoom closer, you see the man who held his evol; his suit red and black. He carelessly beat up the men with him, as if he was in an action movie and he was filming for "Mission Impossible."
But your eyes squint a little more, and you see a strand of white hair on the man. "Sylus?" You murmur, not deciding to scream it out.
Like the wind carried your voice to him, Sylus looks down from the balcony, seeing your little figure looking at the mess he is right now. His heart stops, as if blood just stops flowing towards him, but it cant; he finished up the men, and with a heavy breath- he used his evol and flew down to settle beside you.
He sees you, clothes formal as you just came from work- compared to him, he looked like a mess. Blood was all over him, not even his- but from his enemies. His clothes were dirty, whilist yours were clean.
He felt his mind race. You knew about his position in Onychinus, and how dangerous he was- but he never involved you in his dirty work. He could never let you see how much of a monster he was.
His fear crept up to him, awaiting the words "monster" come out from your throat.
"Need a tissue?" You tilt your head, your tone offering and sweet. What? He was confused, where were the words he expected to come out from your mouth?
He stood there, blood creeping from his forehead, as he remained dumbfounded. He accepts the tissue you reached out to him, his eyes not leaving you.
The tissue didn't matter, damn it. Why weren't you running? Why were you still there, right infront of him, acting as if it was nothing? Was fear consuming him right now- maybe he was just hallucinating, and you already ran away from him.
You click your tongue, grabbing back the tissue from his hands. You wipe the blood from him yourself, the dim streetlamp was the only light source for you two.
While you wiped his blood, his crime- he spoke. "Why are you here, wiping the blood on my body when you've seen what I do?" His voice is quiet, a voice laced with confusion, fear, and a little bit of sprinkled hope.
"Honestly, does it matter?" You laugh, "I jumped into your life aware of what you do, so dont come to me playing the confused man, 'kay?" You snort, finishing the process of wiping the blood.
And his eyes absorbed the sight of you, as if he was being cursed by a witch to hallucinate you forever, well, for him- would it even be a curse?
You truly have recieved the look of love.
a/n: finally done! after one month of the poll, i finally release the short ahh oneshot i promised. i deliver! â¤ď¸ so sorry this is short, i just have a thing for short fanfics LOL
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT.. POCKY GAME WITH THE BSD CAST (preferably Ranpo and Dazai, feel free to add whoever u want!!) MAKE IT ROMANTIC TOO PLZ I CANT GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEADđđđ
LOTS OF LOVE - an anon who lost their glasses
đđthis... this was too fun to write ohmygod you have no idea
Now you've managed to get me stuck on thoughts of silly little moments with those losers too aaAAAAAA I gotchu nonnie, you ask and I deliverđ
BSD Cast ft. Pocky Game
(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya; high-key suggestive, blame them not me)
Dazai
âItâs a very delicate procedure.â
âMmm, big boy business, I see.â
âShush. Good students listen to their sensei first and give smartass remarks later. NowâŚâÂ
 It would be Dazaiâs idea, not surprising in the slightest. The thing is, heâd be very convincing about this, all sweet smiles and an offhand remark how cute itâd be âcause couples are supposed to do sappy things, duh. An innocent enough suggestion, one you found amusing but nothing to bat an eye about.Â
Until you add Dazaiâs complete disregard for social norms and heâd be pulling those things out in the most embarrassing, inconvenient places he could think of. Mostly to annoy you, secondly to see how red in the face youâd get if he put you in a compromising situation. And oh boy do those happen often.Â
One moment youâd be in the middle of discussing important work matters with Atsushi, the next Dazaiâs sliding up in your personal space, pocky already hanging at his lips. Worst is heâd act as though this is your average activity, batting his lashes all sweetly at you as he waited. If you snap the pocky with your hand instead heâd react as though it was his heart you just crushed, you cruel beauty of his.
Itâs all fine though, things considered. So long as he does get his kiss in the end. Behind some privacy this time.
Ranpo
No. Do not engage with this man in a pocky game, he will be an absolute menace about it.
Unlikely to suggest it himself as it means heâd have to share his snacks with you. Could be convinced if informed of the chance of getting free smooches though. But heâd whine about it, probably already munching on the pack you bought as you were explaining the rules to him.
In the case of you managing to save some for the actual thingâŚ
âYeah, yeah, can you get on with it? I wanna play already.â
Ranpo does not, in fact, play. The moment you get in place, both of you biting onto your respective side, Ranpo all but throws away any and all rule-information you gave. Who needs those? Only losers, thatâs who.
Heâs already bitten off almost the entirety of the pocky, lips finding yours a second later as he pulls you in, hands smashing up your cheeks on both sides. You can practinally hear him munching on the chocolate which makes this all the more hilarious. Talk about mixed priorities.Â
Second try goes just as the first one; any illusions of a game forgotten as you were pretty sure Ranpoâs impatience wasnât quite something you were equipt forâŚ
The third and final chance (last pocky, unfortunately he ate the rest) wasnât really a chance, honestly. Not when you could just push him back on the couch and kiss him stupid as you climbed atop.Â
He might get the remaining pocky later. Maybe.
Fyodor
âHow charming.â
Would be amused by the whole thing. Unexpectedly easy to convince, and it gets even weirder as he calmly complies with the rules, nodding patiently. Before you know it youâre staring down at each other, one pocky distance between you two.
Not the type to rush into things, letting you get closer to him instead. Expect a lot of raised eyebrows and chaste kisses as you go through the whole pack. Did you think this was a one go thing? Silly you. A happy, satisfied partner is a compliant one, after all. Little things like this cost him nothing, but could bring a smile on your face. Why would he waste an opportunity like that?
Unlikely to push things further⌠but just as unlikely to stop you from leaving a few more kisses on him. One or two at the edge of his lips. One accidentally finding its way on his jaw. A trail of feathery brushes down his throat and soon heâd be getting the memo pretty well.Â
You canât help it. Thereâs something about Fyodorâs damned calmness that always leads to this. Maybe itâs the presence of character; something solid and secure before you that always manages to crawl under your skin. Youâd be pulling at his shirt and trousers before you know it, pocky game entirely forgotten.
Chuuya
This oneâs a trickie.
Chuuyaâd be split between wanting to give in to your sillies, but also⌠why? Why this? Why not go to that nice and fancy restaurant he talked to you about? The one with the molten chocolate cakes; heâd treat you to all the sweets in the world if youâd ask him.Â
Embarrassed at first, and trying his best to sneakily pull himself out of the situation. Until you finally manage to corner him, pocky box in hand and a roguish glint in your eyes.
Maybe it was his dignity, or maybe he was playing too much into the tough guy persona. But the moment you sat him down, a winnerâs determination written all over your faceâ oh, no. Hell no, this was on.
Forget about any cute couple moments. Oh nono, it was all narrowed eyes and prolonged stares of intense analysis, each trying to predict the othersâ move. One wrong decision, just the slightest distraction andâ
Before Chuuya had you round the waist, rolling you suddenly on the bed as a panicked yelp flew from your lips. The absolute ass. And heâd be laughing about it too, looking down at your sprawled form with the goofiest smile, trying to bite into his lower lip to stifle yet another fit.Â
âYou all good, sweets? Guess ya lost this round.â
And youâd pull him down, your breath ghosting over his widening grin.
âWeâll see about that.â
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Haunted House
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Ghost yan x ghost reader
TW: suicide mention
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It was with curiosity you stared out the window. A car had pulled up in the drive way. Through the car windows you sa two adults and three children in the backseat. Well, it was definitely not a maintenance company then. It always bothered you so when they came and meddled with your house; though it technically didnât belong to you anymore you still considered the building as you home, and prison.
You watched as the kids ran out of the vehicle to inspect the house. You had to admit, they were rather cute. Before you hadnât really thought about having kids and werenât sure if you ever would, but now you found yourself wondering if you would have made a good mother. One always ponder about the choices out of oneâs reach.
They seemed happy, the family of five. Perhaps you would be fine with them around.
âWhat are you thinking about, dear?â A voice interrupted your dazed thoughtfulness as your mood instantly soured.
âNothing so you can leave.â
The man behind you sighed. âDo you always have to act like this whenever Iâm around?â
You couldnât bring yourself to look back at him, fearing that the sight of him would send you into a frenzy. âI do when youâre the one who ruined my life.â
âRuined your life? We were happy together, in fact, I remember you telling me âI promise to love you even in deathâ but I guess that doesnât apply, not with the way you treat me.â
You nearly gasped at his audacity. The nerve some people had!
âWhat? Are you actually serious right now- you canât be? The way I treat you? You want to talk about the way I treat you? You killed me!â You shouted.
You had turned around now. Your eyes took in the handsome man you had once called the love of your life. Despite the hatred for true actions and pain he caused you, a small part of you still felt something when you looked at him. Maybe it was affection? Maybe it was the anguished feelings of a happy life that could have been? You werenât sure.
He stilled for a moment before speaking again. âI know, and I am sorry it had to go that way-â
âHad to? You werenât forced to do anything. At least take responsibility for your actions!â
âI wouldnât have had to do it if you had just stopped flirting with those other men.â It seemed like it was his turn to become angry. âDonât think I didnât see how you looked at them, how your eyes lit up when you saw someone you very clearly fancied.â
âOh my- weâve been over this a hundred times, they were just coworkers nothing more. Besides, they have wives and kids of their own!â
It didnât matter how much you insisted, your (ex)husband did not relent in his accusations.
âThat doesnât mean theyâll be loyal. You have no idea what a treasure you are, many would do anything to get to have you.â The man twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, entranced by your beauty.
âOh, like you, you mean?â You fired back.
âStop that.â He said. âI donât want to fight with you, weâve already done enough of that. I did what I had to do and nothing will ever change that. Now weâll be together for ever, even in death, just like we promised each other at the altar. I wouldnât have it any other way. I hope that one day you will understand how deep my feelings for you go and see things from my perspective. I love you, I really do.â He turned to leave you to your lonesome. Before he left, he told you one final thing, âNo one else will adore you as much as I, especially now considering no man will ever see you besides me. Youâre nothing more than a ghost after all.â
The tear threatening to escape earlier finally welled up. You cried and wiped your eyes with you cold, dead hand.
ââââââ
Just as you had imagined, the family did bring you a new sense of happiness. Whilst not exactly ideal, watching over(spyin on) the parents and the children made your days more fulfilled. They brought laughter and fun back into your undead life.
Unfortunately you werenât able to look out for them unless they stayed in the house. It was a real pain in the ass, not being able to leave the building. If you could, you would have left decades ago- much to your (ex)husband/ dismay. You suspected he was relieved to find that you were both confined to your place of death. It meant you couldnât leave him, which was his goal the entire time. He got what he wanted in the end.
After stabbing you out of jealousy, you died in his arms, crying and demanding answers to why he would hurt you. When you (surprisingly) woke up again, you were in the same position you had been when your life drained out of you. Your man was clutching you tight to his chest and he was stroking you hair. At first you had believed it was all a dream, then you thought you survived the whole thing. He was still petting your hair and rambling on how he loved you and how he would rather die than be separated from you. You hadnât expected him to be so literal.
You were shocked when you had pulled away from him, only to discover a second version of him lying unmovingly on the floor next to you. Then you noticed the pool of blood spilling out from his neck, and the knife he stabbed you with in his hand. With disbelief you glanced back at the âlivingâ version of him. He smiled somewhat solemnly at you as you took in his too-pale skin and the large scar he had on his throat.
You tried not to think about it too much. No matter what he did, you would never forgive him for taking your life away from you because of his irrational fear of you cheating on him. Well, it was impossible for you to leave or cheat on him now. You were the only ghosts in the house and didnât have the ability to take even a small step outside the front door.
Instead of spending your days avoiding him as usual, you now followed the family around the house. Mostly the children of course. They had the habit of getting into trouble whenever their parents werenât around. You had forgotten how many times you had saved them from tripping or bumping their heads. You were lucky you could touch things in the real world for a short second. You couldnât before so you assumed it was because you were a young and weak ghost back then.
The whole babysitting act also appeared to bother your husband, which you relished in. You remembered one day when he approached you after the family had left for the grocery store.
âDonât you think youâre spending an awful lot of time with those children?â
âI like them so I donât mind.â You answered and continued staring at the drawings they made that afternoon, right before begging called to get dressed and meet by the car.
âWell, I donât think itâs right for you to do the parents job.â He sneered.
Rolling your eyes, you said, âLike I said, I donât mind.â Your wanted to leave it at that but your (ex)husband had other plans.
âSweetie, I will be honest; I believe your getting too attached to this family, itâs not good.â
You sent a glare in his direction. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWhat I mean is I think you should let them be. Theyâll eventually move on whilst youâll be stuck here. I donât want you to get hurt.â
You scoffed at the audacity he had again. âA little late for that, donât you think? This is the only source of happiness I have, donât take anything more from me, please.â
âI donât make you happy, then?â He asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
You could look him in the eye, choosing silence. He grumbled something incoherent. After another long minute of silence, he sighed. He did that a lot these days, you thought.
âAlright, my love. Continue to look after these living people if it brings you joy, but remember, it wonât last forever. I will be here when youâre done.â
Once more he left you alone to look out the window. Despite your will to disagree, you knew he was right. These people- this family- they were all still alive. You were not. Your time was over, your life stolen from you. It was only a question of when theyâd leave. Until then, youâd be their guardian in this haunted house.
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Build-A-Bot (With Lots of Love)
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Ohhh i had a lot of fun with this one hehe, silly shennaigans but also, a bit of fluffy sweetness, perfect for a build a bear aslkdjflkasjdfl, hope you like it!
Prompt: Y/n takes Sun and Moon out to someplace like build-a-bear (or a fnaf brand adjacent lol) to make each other lovely valentines day plushies! Sweet audios, noise makers, fun plushie outfits, and of course hearts! Maybe a sweet confession in the mix too hehe <3
Word Count: 2467
Read here if you prefer ao3!
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"Sunshine, I mean this with the best of intent, but why are we here on our day off?"
You turn to him as you walk. "What do you mean? What's wrong with the mall?"
"What Sun is trying to say is that we work at a mall, Star. Spending the day at another one seems, impractical confusing even."
You stop walking then, realizing that that's indeed the case as you're surrounded by shops and a food court, people flitting about and chattering.Â
"Oh. Right. Well, it's because there's somewhere specific in here that I wanted to take you both!" You start to move again, pulling them both along by their hands.Â
The mall is busy, though given it's Valentine's day, it's not surprising. Other patrons mingle about, families and couples alike.Â
The entire interior is decorated for the holiday, red and pink streamers hang from the ceiling, hearts across every possible surface. It would almost be suffocating if you weren't someone who desired to be in love yourself. Instead, you're able to enjoy the festivities toâalmostâfull capacity.Â
You finally make it to the store you were looking for. Children can be seen running around inside and coming in and out, stuffed animals in their arms. Even a few couples meander about, which is what you were secretly hoping for. If you'd been the only ones in there you'd be slightly more embarrassed about taking them here.Â
But, regardless of your feelings, that wouldn't have stopped you. You'd been wanting to come here with the two of them for a while now. You knew how many plushies and the likes Sun and Moon had in their room in the Daycare, ones they unfortunately couldn't bring with them when they moved into your home.Â
Stupid fazbear entertainment rules and such. The animatronics could leave, but all their belongings had to stay. It made no sense to you, personally. But rules were rules. Their collection at the Daycare was massive, and you think deep down they missed it in comparison to your space at home. Someone else might think it was far too many, but for you, you knew it was a comfort, and it upset you that you couldn't provide that for them.Â
Not at first, at least.Â
Thus, your plan to gain them a collection just as impressiveâbut now in your homeâwas put into place. Starting with here. You think a stuffed animal they could chose and 'make' for themselves, would help with the loss until you could purchase them more. Not to mention, you wanted to make one for them yourself.Â
You'd been struggling with your feelings towards the two for some time now, and living together hadn't helped matters. The brief moments in the hall, the small touches here and there. The quiet evenings spent together in a manner that you couldn't have otherwise gotten when they were still in the Plex.Â
You couldn't help it, not realizing just how much you cared for them until it was put in front of you in such a manner. You wanted more than anything to tell them, to let them know that they were more than just friends to you. But you relented. You had to, you felt.Â
While they had gotten some freedom, getting to live with you, it came at a price, and they were still adjusting. So, you'd held your tongue. Kept your feelings to yourself, it was for the best. Waiting until the moment was right.Â
And now, after a couple months, you think it was time. To try, at least. You could never get a read on whether they felt the same for you or not. Always overthinking every little interaction. But with this, you'd find out for sure, and finally have the ache in your heart quelled.
One way or another.Â
You enter the store with them, ready to get right to it, only to halt when you realize you spy a shelf full of Bonnie plushies staring back at you. And Chica, and Roxy. You quickly realize that this isn't your typical build-a-bear. Or at least, it's changed a lot in the past several years since you've been in one.Â
"What, is this place?" Sun asks, glancing around.Â
Moon picks up one of the Freddy plushes laying in a bin nearby, chuckling. "You brought us somewhere that would remind us of the Daycare? How... kind, Starlight."
You groan internally, this is not what you wanted to happen at all.Â
"Um, not, quite... I wasn't expecting there to be, so much,"âyou glance around to the sheer amount of Pizza Plex merchâ"Of it to be here. Honestly. This wasn't like it when I came here as a kid."Â
You shake your head, turning to them and clapping your hands. "But! That's okay. We can still have fun. I'm sure there's got to be some non-work related plushes in here. So let's get to it."
You explain how this is supposed to work, taking them around the store to show them all their options for plushies, clothes and accessories, and so on. They take a particular interest when you stop at the voice boxes and explain that they can use a pre-recorded one or record their own sound if they'd like.Â
There's some non-Plex related animals you find, to your relief. You let the boys go off on their own, deciding to focus on the task at hand. You want this to be perfect, as perfect as it can be at least.Â
You start with your choice of animals for them both. For Sun, you found a golden lab, and Moon, one of the last raccoons, stuffed away near the back of the shelf. Fitting for both of them. After that, came finding the proper accessories. You chose a red bowtie for the lab, and the racoon, a black top hat. Though, you struggled for it, you will admit.Â
There was only a singular top hat left. Resting in the middle of a bin, standing out amongst the others lying there.Â
Your eyes locked onto it, but become acutely aware that you're being watched. You glance up, locking eyes with someone across the floor from you. Specifically, a child. She couldn't be more than 10 years old. Her eyes shift, and you notice the tuxedo cat in her arms.Â
You were not going to lose this one.Â
At the same time, you both lunge towards the bin. You grip the small hat with both hands, lifting it up. Unfortunately, you find that there's aâsurprisinglyâstrong force pulling back against you. Looking down, you see that the girl is gripping the hat just as tightly as you are.Â
You tug again, but she holds firm, mouth set in a scowl you didn't think possible for a child.Â
"Excuse me, I'd like this please." You say, trying to be gentle.
She huffs, sneering. "Too bad. I had it first."
"No, I think I did. Look, how about I help you find anotherâ"
"No!" She interrupts. "It's mine. You can't have it!"
You sigh, you really don't want to fight a child, you really don't want to fight a childâ
She takes one hand off and digs her nails in your arm, scratching you as you hiss.Â
Okay, that's it.Â
You rip the hat from her hands, stepping back and clutching your now stinging arm. Thankfully, it's not a deep set of scratches, but damn if it doesn't sting. The child starts bawling, now sitting on the floor, her mother coming over with a look of confusion and slight anger.Â
Before she can say anything you just raise your arm, showing what her daughter did, and walk off as she starts to scold the girl.Â
From there, it's not too much trouble to gather the remaining few things to complete your presents. You find the perfect little hearts, hesitating for a moment, but pressing a quick kiss to the yellow and blue hearts before inserting them into the plushies. You hope no one saw that as you make your final decision; whether or not to use a pre-recorded message.Â
After several moments of heavily debating, you decide that if you're going to commit to this, you're going all the way.Â
It takes a few, awkward tries, but you finally get a recording that you're happy with for both stuffed animals.Â
 Satisfied, you decide to go find Sun and Moon.
When you turn around and look for them, it only takes you a few mere moments, as they make it quite obvious where they are.Â
You're, a bit shocked to see the two of them, arguing over by one of the counters. Not unsimilar to your own experience earlier, the two of them are fighting over something, you can't see what from here.Â
The people around them seem unsure what to do, either ignoring the argument or just watching from afar.Â
You realize you have no choice but to intervene, lest it escalates and you get kicked out. You hurry over, breaking the two apart.Â
Your gaze flits between them, confusion in your eyes. "Guys, guys, what's going on?"
"Somebody is trying to take something that doesn't belong to them." Sun scoffs, crossing his arms.Â
Moon tsks. "Not yours. Haven't bought it. Therefore, it's up for grabs."
They start bickering once more and you have to step in again. "Okay, okay. Why don't we take a moment here." You turn to Sun. "What's the thing that's the source of trouble here?"
They both choke up at that, avoiding your gaze.Â
"It'sâ"
"ânothing."
You open your mouth, only for someone to slap their hand down on the counter. You jump, turning to see a frazzled employee.
"There. We had one more in the back. Now please, I don't want to have to ask you to leave."
They move away then, revealing a small heart that happens to be your favorite color. Your eyebrows shoot up. And sneaking a peek at Sun's hand, still held high above his head, there's another that is also that same color.Â
Before you can think, Moon scoops up the heart, and hurries off, Sun following suit soon after.Â
You, don't know what to think of that, but your face is burning now.Â
You're finished up well before them, so you wait outside the store for them, fidgeting with the two stuffies in your arms. You accidentally squeeze one too hard, your own voice suddenly erupting from it and startling you.Â
As you calm down again, you look up in time to see them walking towards you, a bag in each of their hands. They seem, nervous as they approach you. Both stop in front of you, gazes on the ground.Â
"All doneâoh!" Without a word, Sun and Moon present their bags to you. You're⌠more than surprised. "I, for me? Really?"
Both nod, again not making eye contact, it makes the heat on your face grow worse.Â
You take both bags, and nod once yourself. Now or never. "Thank you, boys. I, wasn't expecting this. These um, are for you." You present their respective plushes to them both, and they snap their heads up, eyes wide.Â
"Oh, you didn't have toâ"
"âget us anything."
You smile, laughing quietly. "Of course I did. That was the point to this trip, truth be told."
As they admire and fawn over their new stuffies, you pull your own surprises out of their bags.Â
It's⌠the two of them. In plush form, of course. But they've got accessories. Over top their usual Daycare attire is more casual clothing. Sun is wearing a little silly t-shirt with a jacket, Moon a hoodie. Jeans and little sweatpants, and shoes to match. It takes a moment but it clicks that both outfits are similar to their current looks. The stuff they wear when home with you.Â
Something compels you to hug both plushies tight, and you're shocked to hear their voices come from both. Not catching what they say you pull away, squeezing Sun's plush, then Moon's.Â
"Love you more than all the stars in the sky, Sunshine!"
"Love you to the moon and back, Star."
You freeze at the words. You press play on both once more, hearing those same messages.Â
'Love you.'
'Love you.'
You tune back in then, realizing that there's a sound playing nonstop in front of you. Your voice, doubled.Â
Looking up, you see both bots are laser-focused on their respective stuffed animals. Both pressing the button to hear your voice say "Love you always Sunny!" or "Love you always Moony!" respectively. Over, and over, and over again.Â
"Um... guys?" You ask.Â
Instantly, they both whip to look at you.Â
"Sunshine..."
"Do, do you mean it?"
You start to nod slowly. "Do you um, also mean it?" You lift your gifts from them.Â
Moon nods, and Sun hums.Â
Before you can say anything else, you're being picked up and spin around by Sun, he's laughing and yamerring on but you can't fully understand him. He sets you down after you protest, but you're pulled into a hug by Moon soon thereafter. Sun joins as well, and you're left standing there, hand reaching up to hold onto both of them in your slightly dazed state.Â
You speak first. "So, you like your presents then?"
"Oh I love love love it! But I'm far more excited to get to say I love you." Sun squeezes you tighter.Â
Moon snickers as you squeak. "I have to say the same. The gift is nice, but I prefer the real thing, personally."
"Un-understood." You mumble, burying your face in their combined arms as they both chuckle.Â
Yup. You were definitely going to be doing this again. Make it a yearly tradition, even.Â
A kiss is pressed to one of your cheeks, then the other soon thereafter.Â
Changed your mind. Make it monthly. Maybe weekly.Â
They were going to have to build up their collection again somehow, after all.
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Thank you for the super sweet request @luckyyyduckyyy!! I had a lot of fun being silly and fun with these guys hehe, esp the bits at the end there ashfkljsdlf
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I've seen too much stuff about Clipboard Buck and Tommy lately to not write this.
His boyfriend on a power trip should not be hot.Â
âSee,â Chim mutters under his breath, leaning over the rail to watch Buck down below. âI warned you.â
âSo you did,â Tommy agrees, keeping his true thoughts to himself. Buck has the clipboard clenched in one hand, pen in the other, and directs a reluctant Hen and Eddie as they perform checks on the ambulance and the ladder.Â
âHeâs a menace,â Chim continues, with feeling. âHeâs a dictator!â
âUh huh,â Tommy says, watching the furrow in Buckâs forehead as he makes another tick. He gestures furiously towards something in one of the ladderâs compartments and Eddie puts down the jaws to argue back.Â
âWe keep hiding the clipboards,â Chim says darkly. âI donât know where he keeps finding them all.â
âUnfortunately for you, I think thatâs something they sell at most major retailers,â Tommy quips and rests his arms on the railing.Â
Heâs worked under power-crazed maniacs. He was in the army, and then he had Captain Gerrard. His own father was one fully for his way or the highway.Â
Buck being like this should not be hot. And yet all Tommy can think about is lying naked on the bed while Buck does things to him from a very meticulous and organized list.Â
Eddie makes an obscene gesture behind Buckâs back and Tommy smirks.Â
âAnd this is Buck on a regular Tuesday,â Chim says and pops his gum. âWait until you see Buck in an emergency or organize an event. Itâs a good thing you stopped by. You need to know these kinds of things about a person before you get serious.â
âIâm glad to see you too, Chim,â Tommy says, although stopping to chat to Chimney hadnât been on his agenda for today. He and Buck have had conflicting shifts lately, and theyâve barely seen each other. Texts and a few brief phone calls have been all theyâve had to get them by and Tommy finally had enough of it. Bobby doesnât mind Tommy swinging by the firehouse and seeing Buck if theyâre not on a call. And today is apparently so quiet that Buck has time to do a thorough inspection of the vehicles.Â
âAre you?â Chim asks suddenly, twisting towards Tommy with a surprisingly calculating look. âGetting serious?â
Tommy just shrugs. He knows the answer, heâs just not entirely willing to discuss it yet. But itâs been long enough now that they keep toothbrushes and few essentials at each otherâs houses, that they have evenings where they sprawl together in front of the TV, just happy to be together. Tommy knows about his sister, the loss of Daniel, the myth of Abby and has even read Taylor Kellyâs book.Â
Which he did in bed, reading several segments out loud, much to Buckâs horror and embarrassment.Â
âYou seem to be,â Chim comments, and down below Hen throws a roll of surgical tape at Buck. âNot that Iâm complaining. We like you, Buck likes you, you flew us into a hurricaneâŚâ
âI like him too,â Tommy says, because honestly heâs been smitten since Buck came up with that stupid motto back in the helicopter. âFunny to think that Evan and I never met before as he only got to join the 118 because I left.â
âYou got there in the end,â Chim says. âI mean this as nicely as possible but you leaving worked out great for me. If you hadnât left, there wouldnât have been a space to fill. If Buck hadnât joined usâŚâ
âThen you would never have met Maddie when she came to LA,â Tommy says, understanding instantly. Funny how something that simple has changed so many lives. He doesnât regret moving to Harbor, even with the closeness that the 118 has now. He wouldnât be who he is otherwise, without that space to accept himself. If he didnât have that, maybe he wouldnât be the person brave enough to kiss Buck. âI get it.â
âAlthough,â Chim continues, still watching Buck down below. âWe wouldnât have the Clipboard Dictator if you had stayedâŚâ
âYou love it really,â Tommy says, because he knows Chim loves Buck. But then Buckâs eyes swing upwards, towards the first floor and the two of them.Â
âOh shit,â Chimney hisses and then ducks below the railing. It doesnât work because Buck just shouts âChim, itâs glass! I can see you!â
âThat wasnât your best idea,â Tommy says and then offers Chimney a hand. âCome on. Iâll go down with you. Maybe I can make the tyrant a little bit sweeter.â
Chimney doesnât look soothed by this.Â
âHello, Chimney,â Hen says pointedly, sitting on the back of the ambulance. âNice to see you. How funny you happened to be hiding in the bathroom when Buck gets his clipboard out.â
âI wasnât hiding,â Chimney mutters, eying Buckâs clipboard with apprehension. âKinard, save me.â
âEvan,â Tommy says, snagging his boyfriendâs free wrist with one hand. âI came by to see you. Maybe we give the workforce a five minute break?â
Buck frowns down at his list. âI wanted to finish this before Bobby was done with his paperwork,â he says before looking suspiciously at his friends. âAnd if they leave, I donât think theyâll come back.â
âDamn straight,â Eddie says under his breath. Hen just looks innocent, although Tommy is pretty sure theyâre about to see three empty firefighter shaped spaces.Â
âJust ten minutes,â Tommy cajoles, stroking the soft part of Buckâs wrist with his thumb. âI havenât seen you all week.â He drops his voice down for the next part, hoping that Buck is as desperate to see him. âIâll make it worth your while.â
Buck practically throws the clipboard at Eddie.Â
âTaking a break!â he says cheerfully, half dragging Tommy behind the engine. âBe back in ten or I will hunt you down.â
âWill he do it with a chainsaw, I wonder?â Hen has time to ask (Tommy feels as though he should follow up on this later), before all three of them vanish. Tommy doesnât see because heâs pressing his boyfriend up against the gleaming red of the engine and kissing the breath out of him.Â
âWhat can we do in ten minutes?â Buck asks, eyes glittering, running his hands up and down Tommyâs chest.Â
âProbably not a lot, as weâre in the open, in a firehouse, during your workday,â Tommy admits begrudgingly. A week is a very long time. Buckâs salacious texts and suggestive selfies havenât been enough. âBut we have time off in two days and I want to spend every second with you.â
âGood,â Buck says and the next few minutes pass very quickly. Buck tastes of coffee and he keeps both hands planted on Tommyâs rear - if he keeps squeezing like that, Tommy is going to have difficulty walking out of here.Â
âI think we order takeout and movies and donât leave the house for twenty-four hours,â Tommy suggests, just as Buck licks the shell of his ear. Fuck. This kid will be the death of him.Â
âFine by me,â Buck says and pulls him in for one last kiss. âBut I really should get back to work. Call you when Iâm off?â
Thereâs such obvious suggestion in his voice that want searches in Tommyâs gut almost instantly. He pushes it down and strokes Buckâs rather red jaw.Â
âCanât wait,â he says. âAnd Evan? Go easy on your friends.â
But the others are waiting for them, standing in a line by the stairs, obvious glee written all over their faces. Eddie is holding Buckâs clipboard and Tommy deftly removes it from his grasp.Â
âWhy, Mr Buckley,â Hen says, looking them up and down with a smirk. âThatâs not a proper use of company time.â
âHa ha,â Buck says mutinously, and with far more confidence than someone wearing a ridiculous amount of beard burn should have. âWe have a lot to do. Whereâs theâŚ?â
Tommy hastily recaps the pen and hands it back to Buck, as though nothing is changed. Heâd feel bad about it if it was an official document. But as it was Buckâs handwritten list of chores, he thinks the others might get some amusement out of it.Â
He kisses Buck on the cheek and waves goodbye, quickly ducking out of the firehouse before Buck notices.Â
âWho vandalized my list?â Buck shrieks indignantly and Tommy just skips all the way back to his truck.
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Dad's Best Friend!Miguel part 2
Summary: Your dad shows up unannounced, interrupting your romantic dinner with Miguel. He plants seeds of doubt in your pretty little head that Miguel is more than happy to snip off
Tags: DBF!Miguel x F!Reader, age gap, college age reader, P in V sex, size difference (smaller reader), brief under the table footjob, spanking, insecurities, vague mention of Miguelâs past relationships, uncomfortable relationship talk with your dad who means well but ends up making you feel like shit anyway
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Surprise! The second part actually exists. Itâs been almost a year since part one and I kept teasing part 2 but I couldnât think of a way to end it. I considered just abruptly cutting it off and post it but I just couldnât do it. BUT HERE IT IS NOW. Hope you guys still enjoy it!
Part 1
It has been a week since Miguel has caught you masturbating to the thought of him. A week since you found out that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. A week of absolute depravity that you thought only happened in porn. He fucked you all over the house; no room, furniture, or surface was left untouched during your vigorous lovemaking.
Unfortunately, his âsick leaveâ had to come to an end and so did your self-imposed break from uni. Heâs going back to work the next day so you decided you were going to do something special and make the most of the last evening of his leave. Of course, thereâll be more times to fuck but you feel the need to give him something special before he goes back to his workaholic mode. Maybe itâll encourage him to start coming home earlier.
You had everything planned. You and Miguel had a lovely early dinner that he helped you prepare. The way it was so easy to fall into a domestic routine made your heart flutter. Youâd have to ask him if you can do this with him more often when heâs not so busy with work. You also had wine that Miguel picked out for both of you. You trusted his mature tastes even though you knew he preferred hard liquor. And for dessert, wellâŚ
âThatâs it, gatita,â Miguel grunted in your ear, a deep growl rumbles from his chest as he rams his fat cock relentlessly into your greedy cunt. âTaking my cock so well. Iâm gonna miss this when Iâm at work tomorrow. Gonna think about your tight little pussy while Iâm in a boring meeting.â
You canât form any coherent words from how aggressive his thrusts were. Each thrust drove his cock deeper into you, his tip kissing your cervix, knocking the air out of your lungs and the words out of your little cock drunk brain. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms holding his broad shoulders for support, hands desperately clawing at his back. You clung to him tightly as he fucked you standing up in the middle of the kitchen. He took full control of your body, his large hands on your waist, moving you up and down his cock as he pleased, like youâre his personal living cocksleeve.
âMy little slut canât even talk anymore,â he laughs at your pathetic whimpers and whines âTaking my cock like a good girl. Going to make sure you feel it until tomorrow.â
You bury your face in the crook of his neck panting, mumbling âpleaseâ over and over again against his skin. Your tits are pressed against him, sensitive nipples rubbing against the dusting of dark hair on his chest with every movement. The burning knot in your stomach is threatening to come undone.
âYouâre gonna cum for me, princesa?â he said as his thrusts grow frantic. âWanna feel your pussy milk my cock dry. Sheâs so greedy for my cum. Sucking me in so good I canât even try to pull out.â
You arch your back as you feel your orgasm rip through you, making you see white for a second. Miguel catches you, an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders to keep you from falling over as he keeps on rutting into you to chase after his own climax. He pulls you closer to him to capture your mouth into a kiss as you feel his hot cum coat your velvety walls. You moan against his lips, giving his tongue access to your mouth, making you melt in his arms.
You reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He coos at how absolutely wrecked you looked, the pretty makeup you did for him all smeared and messed up. The red of your lipstick is no longer on your lips but all over Miguel â on his lips, cheeks, neck, chest, trailing all the way down to the red ring near the base of his cock.
Miguel sets you down on the dining table, hands keeping your knees apart to watch his cum dripping out of your sloppy hole. Your hands grab your breasts, squeezing them together for his viewing pleasure. Miguel moans at the sight. You are so perfect to him.
âIâm going to see your dad again in the office tomorrow,â he says, kneeling in front of your spread legs, ready to eat his dessert. He licks his lips and rubs his large hands up and down your thighs âIâm sure heâs going to have questions. Iâll make sure to tell him how good you were, taking care of me and making me feel so much better.â
He was about to dive in when the doorbell rang. You hear him growl a string of Spanish curse words under his breath as he reluctantly stands up from where he was kneeling. He tries to calm down and you sit up to wipe the sweat and lipstick off his face. You help him put on his shirt, straightening it out as much as you can with your hands as he tucks away his half-hard cock in his sweatpants. You brush his messy hair back away from his forehead, trying to make him look presentable for when he answers the door.
âIâll be quick,â he sighs, kissing you on your temple as he pulls away and walks out the room. You canât help but be a little curious as to who is looking for Miguel this late in the evening. You try to stand up, snatching the silk robe you were wearing earlier to peek at the visitor when you hear an all too familiar voice echo in the halls.
âMiguel! You look like shit!â The loud booming voice of your father makes you stop dead in your tracks.
âHey, I didnât know you were coming over?â Miguel said, trying to act normal as you hear him letting your dad in. âYou shouldâve called.â
âWell I did try to but neither you nor my daughter were answering,â he said âAnyway where is she? I brought you guys your favorites for dinner. Iâll even set up the dinner table for you.â
That got you to snap back to reality. Shit, shit, shit!
You start running to your room, careful not to leave a trail of Miguelâs cum on the floor. You try to wash off any traces of sex with a quick shower and change into a simple shirt and unfortunately with a bra and shorts on this time. Canât have your dad know you parade around the house half-naked for a man twice your age.
Downstairs, Miguelâs boner is fully killed. He didnât even get to clean you up with his tongue. Shame. Your dad is talking about work stuff but heâs only half-listening. He helps him set the table for your second dinner of the evening, not able to turn down his best friend lest he gets suspicious. He eyes a few white drops on the table and reluctantly wipes it with the hem of his shirt. His eyes meet yours as you enter the room, drying your hair with a towel. You give him a tight-lipped smile before going in to greet your dad.
You have an okay dinner together: Your dad did most of the talking, which is usually what happens between him and Miguel anyway. He also is still under the impression that Miguel was actually sick so he got a pass. You however have to pretend you arenât annoyed that the night you planned is ruined as you answer his questions about uni.
âNo boys? Partners? I told Miguel not to let you bring any around,â he says smugly to which Miguel smirks, taking a sip of the whisky your dad brought over.
âDad, please,â you groan, sliding down on your chair, which makes him laugh out loud. You steal a glance at Miguel, pouting, and heâs laughing along. Traitor.
âI just wanted to be sure my babyâs focusing on her studies,â he says, putting his hands up in surrender before adding âand that I donât end up a grandpa too soon.â
They keep laughing but thankfully, Miguel changes the topic. You give him a look of relief and rub your foot on his leg as a silent thank you. He keeps talking to your dad, pretending not to feel your foot stray further up until it rests on his inner thigh, the tip of your toe toying with the outline of his cock. He grabs your ankle but doesnât stop you. He instead moves to sit a little closer to the table so you can rub the sole of your foot against his clothed length.
Youâre playing a dangerous game. Your dad is right there he could look under the table and find his precious daughter giving his best friend a footjob in front of the dinner and alcohol he so graciously brought over. But you were feeling petty about your ruined plans and Miguel doesnât seem to mind the attention to his cock.
You bite your lip, feeling his cock harden under your touch. He must feel sticky and uncomfortable under his sweatpants after not being able to wipe his dick of your combined fluids when your dad barged in. You wish your dad decides to leave early so you could get on your knees for Miguel and lick him clean.
Miguel eventually excuses himself, coughing that he needs to go to the bathroom, probably to jerk off and shower. You start clearing up the table and your dad offers to help.
âSo,â he starts wiping the table âI see the way you look at Miguel.â
You freeze, trying not to drop the stack of plates youâre holding.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You start loading the dishwasher, trying not to make it obvious that your hands are shaking.
âHey, no need to get defensive. I know what I saw,â he says âAnd I mean, youâre a young single lady and Miguel is this handsome, cool, older guy thatâs a constant in your day-to-day. Itâs not wild to have a crush on him. Iâm justâŚâ
Silence.
âSweetie, Iâm worried about you. I donât want you to get hurt when he doesnât return your feelings,â he sighs as he leans his hip on the counter next to you. Heâs trying to look you in the eyes, trying to let you know that heâs being sincere. âBelieve me that man has no time for romance. Heâs all busy with his work. Plus Iâve seen the women he slept with before. All supermodel looking and yet⌠well they never last long.â
âThanks for the confidence boost, dad,â you roll your eyes at him, trying hard to ignore the feeling of wanting to throw up. You donât want to think about that. About the specifics of what you and Miguel have going on. Youâre just trying to enjoy Miguelâs attention right now. For the longest time, you didnât even think you had the chance. Is it really that bad to just accept what heâs willing to give right now?
âIâm not saying youâre not beautiful, honey! Of course, youâre beautiful! Youâre my daughter,â he tries to lighten the mood but turns serious when you donât laugh. âJust might not be his type. Besides, heâs twice your age. He's too close to your old manâs age. Are you sure thatâs something youâd like? In a few years, heâd be just as uncool as me while youâre still young and should be enjoying your life.â
He puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. You both stay silent for a few moments. You think about Miguel and try to look for signs. Signs that say he just wants sex or that he wants something more. All you can think about is how sweet he always was with you even before you had sex. Even more now. You blush remembering how Miguel peppered your face with kisses this morning to wake you up because he wanted to cook breakfast but didnât want to leave you in bed.
âOkay, but what if he does?â you countered, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence. âWould you be okay with that? If we get into a relationship?â
A painful few seconds of silence that felt like forever.
âI know that look in your eyes,â he finally says, shaking his head, and sighing. âItâs your âIâm going to get what I wantâ look you got from your mom. Youâre gonna get hurt.â
You cross your arms and pout, never one to back down.
âAnd if he does end up liking you,â he starts again and you side-eye him âwell⌠good thing he doesn't.â
You groan as your dad messes up your hair, laughing as he sees Miguel come back, fresh from his shower. Your dad finally decides itâs time to head out and let the sick man rest. He gives you a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead before leaving.
Youâre left alone with Miguel again in the kitchen. The earlier conversation with your dad soured your mood and left you zoning out. Miguel slips himself between your parted legs as you sit on the kitchen counter, large, warm hands kneading your thighs, fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts.
âWhatâs on your mind, princesa?â He leans in to press his forehead against yours. âTell me.â
You try to turn away but he brings a curled finger under your chin to make you face him. His brows are furrowed, worried. You try to look at him and your heart stutters. You donât want whatever you have with him to end. Youâre not sure if you actually want something serious with Miguel but the thought of just being a bedwarmer to Miguel is upsetting.
âJust thinking,â you start, trying to get the words out without sounding jealous or spiteful âMy dad said you used to date? Sleep around with? Whatever. The girls you were with before were all⌠supermodel looking. Theyâre probably tall and skinny and drop-dead gorgeous huh? Is that your type?â
âAnd where is this going, nena?â Miguel whispers, pulling away and giving you a stern look.
âWell, Iâm just not like that?â you say sheepishly, pursing your lips and shying away from his gaze. âI donât know why you gave me the chance. Iâm just-â
Miguelâs gentle touch on your chin turns into him gripping your cheeks, making you shut up. You nervously look at him, a deep frown on his face.
âDonât you ever put yourself down, cariĂąo,â he says, his eyes sharp. He makes you keep your eyes on him while he uses his other hand to pull you closer, making you wrap your legs around his waist. âYou know, at the start, I offered to let you stay here just because I wanted to mentor you when I had the time. I know youâre a brilliant girl, so intelligent, following in your dadâs footsteps. What I didnât expect is for you to consume my thoughts day and night for the past few months. Youâve grown into such a beautiful lady, cariĂąo. You are such a temptation, making me think about your pretty eyes looking up so innocently at me. Those lips tempt me every single time you pout at me to get your way.â
He growls, finally letting go of your face to move his hands to your ass. He suddenly bucks his hips against yours making you gasp out loud, your clothed cunt rubbing against his growing bulge. You try to move your hips to gain friction on your throbbing cunt but he keeps you still.
âDonât even get me started on this body of yours,â he buries his face at the crook of your neck, kissing, licking, nipping at the sensitive flesh making your head roll to the side to give him more access âSo perfect for me. Made for me to grab, to fuck, to worship. Dios mio, nena, I canât get enough of you.â
He sounds drunk from your scent and taste, mouthing at your neck, hands kneading your flesh. He grabs handfuls of the soft fat of your thighs, your ass, your tummy rolls, your plump tits, and back down, committing each curve to memory. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure when he laps at your pulse with his skillful tongue.
âSo I donât wanna hear any of that nonsense comparing yourself to women I didnât care about then and I sure donât care about now,â he growls as he picks you up and flips you around. He bends you over the counter, stomach against the cold marble top and the rounded edges digging at the tops of your thighs. Your feet canât quite reach the floor so you settle for trying to wrap your legs around Miguelâs own. He yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one aggressive motion.
âMy silly beautiful girl getting jealous over old flings and exes,â he hummed, his large hands massaging your ass, kneading the cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs. âTheyâre not here anymore, are they? Didnât work out with them and theyâre not in my life anymore. And I prefer it that way.â
You feel him spit on your hole, dripping down to mix with your own wetness. You drop your head onto the countertop, the heated skin on your face making the marble feel icy. He takes your wrists, securing your hands behind your back with his own large hand while his other still massages your ass. Your eyes flutter, enjoying the sensation when you hear a loud smack cut through the momentary silence.
âMig-â you yelp as you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek. His hand goes back to massaging, trying to soothe your reddened skin. You whine as he gives your other cheek the same treatment. Two matching red handprints bloom on both your cheeks.
âYou shouldnât be listening to your dad about my type when I was much younger,â he says, his voice low and serious as he leans down to press his sculpted chest on your back âBecause right now thereâs nothing I want more than this pequeĂąa prinscesa whose toes can't even reach the floor when I bend her over the kitchen counter. You love that too don't you? How Iâm much bigger than you? How easily I can carry you around, bend you over, and fuck you whenever I want? Love folding you in half and using your pretty pussy- no, my pretty pussy. This is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Isnât that right?
You nod enthusiastically not trusting your voice to speak. the words he growls at your ear going straight to your cunt. You feel another hard smack go down your ass, the impact making you slide a bit on the counter. His hands pull you back by the waist to press his erection against your dripping cunt, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants.
âUse your words when you answer me, nena,â he growls, grinding himself against your folds. The friction from the fabric of his sweatpants feels heavenly against your puffy folds.
âYessss,â you whine, pushing your ass back against him âall yours. Need you to fuck this pussy please, please, please!â
âHow can I say no when my baby girl is begging so nicely?â he coos, pulling down his sweatpants to free his cock. He takes it in his hand and presses the tip in. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your velvety walls welcome him back, still stretched out from your earlier activities.
âPerfect,â Miguel groans as he wastes no time to fuck into your slutty little hole thatâs sucking him in so lewdly. âMade for me. Mi princesa needs to learn that no one can compare to her. Sheâs so perfect. And sheâs mine. Only mine. And I am hers.â
âYo-ursâ M-ah, Miguel,â you whimper as he keeps hitting all the right places, his tip hitting your sweet spot with each hard thrust until youâre once again pushed over the edge of sweet release. Your gummy walls contract, milking Miguelâs cock as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He follows shortly after with a deep moan, his cock coating your insides with his warm seed.
Miguel makes no move to pull out. Instead he peppers your shoulders and neck with kisses, humming in contentment, whispering sweet endearments. Your heart fills with warmth and before you could even think about it, the words just leave your mouth.
âI love you, Miguelâ
Silence. Anxiety starts to bubble in your chest as you start to think that youâve read all the signs wrong. But before you could take it back, Miguel turns you to lie on your back, facing him. He leans down to capture your lips in his, his hands pulling you closer as if he was afraid youâd leave if he lets go. He mumbles âI love youâ against your lips over and over again for the rest of the night making sure you never doubt his feelings for you ever again.
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel oâhara smut#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099 x reader#miguel x reader#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel oâhara x you#miguel ohara#potchy-writes#dbf!miguel#dad's best friend miguel ohara#dilf miguel ohara
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Realizing theyâre in love with you! HSR Edition Pt 2 (Ft. The Astral Express!)
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I was obligated to do this thanks to the amount of support from you all đ¤§
Thatâs all letâs get into this-
And yes Iâll get into the other games I just want to drown myself with this one first-
GN!Reader as usual. You know the drill
Also some implied stuff and ooc not that it matters-
âââââ
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âââââ
Himeko
Sheâs no stranger to love
She knows this feeling brewing up inside when she sees or hears about you
Itâs justâŚ
Sheâs hesitant? For a lack of better words?
She wants to make sure that the two of you are at equal ground before she decides to spill it outâŚ
In the way that the both of you are comfortable enough so that you can lay your head on her shoulder
Casually hanging out
Talking to each other about things
Secrets
Promises
All of that!
But that would construct a more⌠friendly dynamic between the two of youâŚ
Can she just throw it at you? Hoping youâll catch it?
Or maybe Welt and the others can steer you into the right direction�
So that these simple actions can say more than one thing?
âŚyou know what? Letâs just brew coffee.
The marriage can waitâŚ
âTo hug them⌠to smother them with kisses⌠thatâs all Iâll ever need in life⌠coffee as wellâŚâ
March
The new Member of the Astral Express has been making her feel⌠weird
Why is she so shy around you?! She isnât like this when sheâs with anyone else!
Oh Aeons sheâs shaking your hands!
Sheâs shaking your hand!
Why does it feel so weird!
And comfyâŚ
You proceeded to meet the rest of the crew, leaving a flustered March 7th
Surely⌠surely Miss Himeko knows a thing or two about this, right?
Or maybe Dan Heng!
âââ
As expected, Himeko is still awakeâŚ
Seriously, how does she do it? Still able to work a full day and then thereâs her!
Taking all of her willpower just to wake up after sleeping for an hour or two!
Well⌠there is the coffee she makesâŚ
âŚ
Do you even call that coffee by that point, though?
Focus, March! This could be your only chance!
Ahem
âM-miss Himeko?â
âYes?â
She sets the book down, her head slightly tilted while she faces March
âI um⌠have a questionâŚâ
âDo tell⌠itâs a rare case for you to be awake at this time of the dayâŚâ
She gulps
âWhatâs this⌠feeling I get when Iâm with [Name]?â
âHmm⌠what do you mean?â
March takes a deep breath
âI⌠I got a weird feeling on my chest whenever I look at them and- and⌠when they shook my hand I⌠stood like a statueâŚâ
Himeko slowly smiles
âItâs⌠love, dear.â
âLove? But donât you and Mister Welt say that as well?â
March tilts her head
âSee⌠thatâs where we love you all as a familyâŚ! But thereâs different kinds of love in life. Like the one youâre experiencing!â
âWell what is it?â
Himeko takes a moment to prepare herself
âItâs⌠when you love someone for who and what they are. Seeing the beauty despite their flaws. Giving them the affirmation that they deserve. Handing them the power to break your heart but hope that they donât. That⌠is what I would say when you fall for someone.â
Himeko grabs the coaster and takes a sip of her coffee.
That is in a teacup.
âŚ
âSo⌠how should I do it then? To tell them that⌠I love them?â
She reaches out to Marchâs hair before ruffling it.
âJust get some beauty rest, March. We have a busy day tomorrowâŚâ
March groans
âOh fine⌠but you better give me advice okay? I⌠I donât want to fail!â
âI can try⌠you hopeless romanticâŚâ
March didnât get to hear the last part as she heads to her room, plopping to the bed head first.
âYou can do this March! You will get to know them! And love them!â
Caelus & Stelle
One knows what it is. And the other doesnât and has a bulletin board with notes and pictures surprisingly in chronological order which leads up to the point where you made her feel that way!
Yes⌠Caelus knows what love is⌠he was unfortunately subjected to Marchâs horrorsâŚ
But hey! At least he isnât scrambling out of his mind figuring it out!
Only thing he needs to do is-
AhâŚ
Confess
âŚ
Now thatâs not an easy taskâŚ
Wait⌠thereâs also competition if they keep up!
His sister!
âAha! I got it! Itâs-
Bonk!
âSorry StelleâŚ
She falls face first on the bed
âTheyâre mine.â
It was an inflatable bat donât worryâŚ
In another timelineâŚ
Holding hands with you⌠makes her turn to a robot
When youâre bridal carrying her to bed⌠it turns her into a tomato
And when the both of you are aloneâŚ
She can hear her own heart beat
Ever since that day Stelle has poured blood sweat and tears into solving these feelings you bring out, even going as far as searching in every trash can amidst the cosmos!
And even visiting the Stellaron Hunters as well!
Sheâs certain Kafka has answers to thisâŚ
Though this search would abruptly come to a halt when her curiosity got the best of her.
Caelusâ notebook. Sprawled around his bed.
Thinking itâd be alright adding a couple of doodles she opens a random page.
Only to reveal the detailed descriptions of how he wants to be ruined by your hands.
The sounds coming out of his throat as yo-
Okay thatâs enough.
Closing that thing.
Throwing it away.
Sheâs⌠sheâs seen everything.
ButâŚ
HmmâŚ
How would it feel?
Dan Heng
Thereâs hesitation on his lips when youâre around
Struggling to find the words to spill out
Blanky staring at the new databank page
Stumped on what to write
Laying on the bed
Wide awake
No thoughts in his mind other thanâŚ
You
He doesnât really recall when he started acting like this
Nor is he refusing to let it consume him
âŚIt just feels weird
And perplexing
It gives him the need to solve this
To decipher these feelings
The reasons on why you bring out this side of him
âŚbut maybe he should let is pass
See where it would go
And once the stars alignâŚ
Would he see it all so clear
âYouâve given me quite a thing to keep myself busy⌠I wonder if Iâll even get to finish itâŚâ
âââââ
âââ
âââââ
It took me half a week on Dan Hengâs part I hope itâs enough đ
Also Iâm sure anyone would at least understand/know why Welt isnât here (he radiates old man energy i cant-)
And that I kind of derailed a lot on march but lmk if it was alright đ¤§
Itâs either stellaron hunters next or the xianzho
See you all and have a jolly Christmas đ
I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAVE FOR FIREFLY OKAY BUT I WANTED ACHERON TO HAVE MORE DAMAGE RAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
Was so proud of my stash too đ
#hsr x reader#caelus x reader#himeko x reader#stelle x reader#march 7th x reader#dan heng x reader#DECEMBER IS HERE ALREADY WHAT THE FLIP MAN
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hiiii, please can you do something with pau cubarsi where the reader accompanies him to the ballon dor awards and itâs super sweet xxx
Heavy focus â Pau CubarsĂ.
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Pairing: Pau CubarsĂ x Fem!Reader.
Summary: It was Pauâs first Ballon Dâor, and he had successfully gotten you to agree to go (not that it took that much convincing). You had never been so proud in your life, and he was just happy you were there with him.
Word count: 470+
Disclaimer/s: Allll fluff !!
A/N: Iâm nauseous, I tried to search for a specific pic of him there but why did like. nobody fucking post pics of him there ???
The black dress felt far too tight on you. Maybe it was your nerves or it was just tight, either way, you were uncomfortable. You had agreed to go with Pau when he asked without hesitation, but you seemed to have forgotten that you would have to spend hours in the dress youâd boughten. Not to mention, the heels? They were digging onto the soles of your feet the more you walked.
But! All that aside, it was an amazing experience. Youâd arrived, walked the carpet with him and his family, taken pictures, and it all went smoothly.
Pau was a bundle of jittery nerves, he couldnât keep a smile off his face at all times, except for maybe when he asked how you were doing.
The whole night, heâd turned to you every ten to twenty minutes to ask, âare you alright?â or âare you having fun?â oh, and your favorite, âyouâll tell me if you need a break, right?â
Each time, you gave him a reassuring smile, and if you could, a quick squeeze of the hand. Pau would smile back, a hint of relief on his face every time. When he could, he would give you a quick peck. Whether that was on the lips, cheek, forehead, or just anywhere on your head and face in general.
When Lamine won an award, you glanced at Pau, your lips forming a pout at how adorable he looked. He held not jealousy or envy toward his friend, just adoration. Pau was always so proud of his teammates, and it was very clear in his expression just how proud he felt.
You wore the same expression the whole night, but it wasnât just for all the other players, it was especially for Pau. Your boyfriend. Your stomach hurt with how proud you were of him and how far he had come. He was all you could focus on the whole night, in fact.
Leaning over, after the awards were over and everyone began to leave, you whisper in Pauâs ear. âIâm so proud of you.â He glanced down at you, his ears turning a light shade of maroon.
âI didnât win anything?â He chuckles, standing up and lending you a hand.
You shrug, âthat doesnât mean anything. You still made it here, thats a big accomplishment. Iâm proud of you, always.â
Using the grip he had on your hand, he pulls you closer to him. âThank you.â He cheeses, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips, which you greet happily. âI love you.â
âOf course.â You hum against his lips. âAnd, I love you too.â You pull back with a grin, ânow, iâm sure you have people to meander around and talk with, yeah?â
Pau sighs, tangling his fingers through yours. âUnfortunately, you are right.â
likes , comments , and reblogâs are all appreciated. lmk if youâd like to be tagged in future posts for Pau or for any specific people i write for in general.
DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !
#pau cubarsi#pau cubarsi x fem!reader#pau cubarsi x you#pau cubarsi x y/n#pau cubarsi fluff#pau cubarsi fanfic#pau cubarsi one shot#pau cubarsi imagine#pau cubarsi x reader#blurb#football#fluff#fc barcelona#ballon d'or#fc barcelona fic
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Rub You the Right Way - Part 3
Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Choso x f!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: ~3.0k
cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut â cunnilingus, use of sex toys, cum eating, PIV sex (missionary), breeding and pregnancy kink
Summary: You and Choso are next-door neighbors who are very much smitten with one another. After a month of dirtying up third base as much as possible, the both of you are finally ready to hit it out of the park.Â
Authorâs Notes: Baseball euphemisms because why not LOL? Thank you for reading! I love these dorks so much! This is the final installment of this teeny tiny series, so thank you all so much for the love and support on this, it means the world to me! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
âDamn, that was good!â Yuji exclaims, licking off the last of the chicken katsu curry from the rim of the bowl. He leans back on one hand, rubbing his belly with the other, a loud belch escaping his mouth. âOops, sorry,â he apologizes, only a little bit embarrassed.
You giggle, stacking his empty dish on top of the others, standing up to place it in the sink. âIâm so glad you liked it. I couldnât have done it without your brother, though. Heâs a really good teacher.âÂ
âSee, I told you, didnât I?â Yuji smirks, pleased with himself.Â
âItâs not hard to make, especially with the boxed curry mix.â Chosoâs voice is bashful, downplaying the praise from both you and his brother. Still, you can sense the tiniest hint of pride in there.
âHeâs too modest.â You return to the table to sit next to him, nudging him playfully.
Yuji rolls his eyes. âI know! Itâs so frustrating! Seriously, youâve got to give yourself more credit, bro. Youâre awesome.â The blush on Chosoâs cheeks are adorably obvious now as he continues to wave off the compliments.Â
âYeah, you really are,â you reiterate, resting your hand on top of his thigh, squeezing him gently. With the table obscuring his view, Yuji canât see this small gesture, nor does he notice the subtle way Choso reacts, flustered and slightly aroused. Heâs been wanting to touch you all night, but not in front of his precious baby brother, who remains clueless to the extent of your relationship. Before you can pull away completely, not wanting to rattle him any further, he hooks his pinky with yours, his grip unyielding. You smile to yourself, the two of you linked together while you chat with Yuji about your plans the rest of the night, which consists of Choso teaching you how to make a lovely castella cake, amongst other not-so-innocent activities. For the sake of Yujiâs virtue, you decide to leave that part out.Â
It's been over a month now that you and Choso started your relationship after that unfortunate package mix-up, which ended up not being unfortunate at all. By total accident, you unboxed his brand spanking new Cock Sucker 3000, and in a bizarre attempt to alleviate any awkwardness from the situation, you proceeded to use your own sex toy in front of him while he demonstrated his, resulting in the hottest night of your life. Two days following that, after another ridiculous misunderstanding, the both of you realized your feelings for one another and decided to give this a shot.Â
Youâve learned so much about him, most importantly that heâs quite the fragile soul, often distrusting of strangers right off the bat. The last thing you want is for him to lose his trust in you, so taking it day-by-day, little-by-little, is what works the best for the both of you. The two of you have remained on third base when it comes to sex, which youâre not complaining about one bit, considering how voracious youâve been with each other. Youâre waiting for the right time to finally hit that home run, a grand slam at this rate. It could happen tonight, tomorrow, maybe even a few more months from now. All you know for certain is that youâre happy with Choso, and heâs happy with you. Thatâs all that matters.
However, youâd be lying to yourself if you said you werenât fantasizing about it already. You canât help yourself when youâre with him. In front of others, heâs usually more reserved, timid. Alone with you, his confidence unveils. His touches are assured all over your body, an expert at all the big and little ways to make you moan in pleasure. The range of expressions heâs willing to show you, from unabashedly needy to absolutely feral, make your body tingle just thinking about it. And that voice, sweet and soft when heâs coaxing you, then to that sexy, gruffy tone as he ravishes you, whether itâs with his fingers, his mouth, his firm grip on the vibrator. Itâs no shock that youâve imagined the perfect way heâd slide into you, filling you up to the brim with his massive cock. Hell, youâve admitted it to each other several times already, how badly you both want it, how good itâd feel to be bounded together as one. You keep reminding yourself to be patient, because when it does happen, it will be well worth the wait.Â
The three of you hang out a while longer until Yuji announces that heâs leaving to get ready for a party with his friends. Choso gives his brother a big hug, handing him a small bag of leftovers to take with him back to his university apartment. âDonât party too hard this weekend,â he warns him sternly, sounding like a protective parent. âBehave yourself. Donât make Fushiguro take care of you and Kugisaki again.âÂ
Yuji beams at him. âMegumi likes taking care of us! Thatâs his idea of fun!â He looks at you, a mischievous grin on his face. âYou two behave yourselves too, alright? Donât forget to use protection.âÂ
Shit. Okay, so maybe he��does know.
Choso stiffens, an uncomfortable noise gurgling in his throat, clearly stunned by Yujiâs remark. You let out a loud and nervous laugh, desperately trying to play it cool, though you two idiots couldnât make this any more obvious. âWeâre just making castella cake, remember? Weâre not having sex at all! Just some good clean fun here, nothing naughty! Right, Choso?â Youâre so frazzled that you accidentally kick your boyfriend a tad too hard in the ankle, enough for him to yelp. âRight, Choso?!â
Sweat beads on your forehead while he bumbles incoherently now, failing to his explain your bizarre reactions to his younger brother, who just stands there, very pleased with himself. âOh, I meant oven mitts,â Yuji smiles innocently, completely unfazed. âYou know, for your hands.â He turns on his heel to see himself out while Choso continues to gape at him. âSee you two lovebirds next week!â he calls out from over his shoulder, waving until heâs out of sight.
Choso unclenches to close the door while you bury your face in your palms, ashamed of yourself. âI canât believe I just did that.â
He surrounds you in his sweet embrace, relaxed and actually laughing. âAt least you said something. I just stood there like an idiot.â
You peer up at him, pouting at him. âYouâre not an idiot, take it back.â
âI take it back,â he relents, giving you a kiss on the forehead.Â
Nuzzling your nose to his, you mention, âI guess that was our way of telling him, right?â
âI had a hunch he already knew,â he responds. âYujiâs no dummy. He was already telling me stuff a few weeks ago.â
âWhat did he say?â
âWell, he was the one who told me to be friends with you. Heâs even the one who first suggested inviting you to our family dinners.â
Your heart swells in your chest. âReally?â
He nods, a kind smile on his face. âYeah. Yuji is a sweet kid, so I figured he was just being polite. But maybe he sees you and me beingâŚyâknow.â Â
You smirk, giddy to hear the rest of his sentence. âWhat?â
His voice is quiet, shy from the sudden vulnerability heâs displaying. âA good fit? I donât know, what do you think?â Despite all thatâs happened between the two of you within a month, Choso still has his doubts, his insecurities. The last relationship he had ended because he caught his ex cheating. From then on, heâs been reluctant to let his guard down and trust someone with his heart again. You donât blame him for being so cautious when it comes to love, so you do everything in your power to validate his emotions, reassure him that you care for him just as much as he cares for you.Â
You hold him close, your heart thumping at a rapid pace. âI think weâre a perfect fit.âÂ
He swallows down whatever nerves were tightening in his throat, relieved to hear you say it, even though heâs never doubted your true intentions. Hearing it in your voice, seeing it in your kind eyes gives him the strength to tear down all the walls heâs built around himself to let you in. Inching closer, voice still quiet, he asks, âCan weâŚ?â
You donât let him finish his thought as you lean forward to press your lips to his. His arms squeeze you in a tighter embrace, nearly lifting you off your feet as he kisses you passionately. Your mouths move seamlessly together, his hands gliding smoothly along your waist, yours gently caressing his face, proving that the two of you are the perfect fit indeed. Thereâs dishes in the sink waiting to be washed, a castella cake waiting to be baked, but who are you kidding? This is what you need right now, to have Chosoâs body on yours, to taste him, to devour him, completely lose yourself in him. And thatâs exactly what he needs too.Â
The two of you make your way inside his bedroom, not letting the other go for even a second, kisses sloppy now, all tongue and spit. Heâs quick to undress you, palms moving evenly beneath your blouse. You stretch your arms up, letting him remove it completely, his eyes fixated on your breasts, still covered by your bra. He squeezes at them, his grip firm, thumbs brushing across your nipples. Desperate to feel him without this extra layer of clothing, you turn around, wanting him to unhook the clasp, which he does. His lips graze you, peppering soft kisses along your shoulder while he pinches at your nipples with the perfect amount of pressure to have you moaning. âYou love it when I play with your tits like this,â he whispers, mouth hot on your ear. It isnât a question; he says it with confidence, bordering on cockiness with the way he smirks at every little whine that escapes you. You love this switch from shy and sweet to bold and unashamed, always eager to fulfill his sexual appetite for you.Â
âI do,â you answer breathlessly, his cock hard and throbbing between your ass cheeks as you grind against him. âYou know I do, baby.â
âFuck, I love it when you call me that,â he groans, sucking on your ear lobe. One hand travels past your navel, tugging at your waistband.Â
Your crane your neck to meet his lips. âYouâre my baby. Youâre all mine, Choso.â
He moans into your mouth, lapping at your tongue. âYeah, Iâm yours. Iâm all yours.â
You slide out of your pants, leaving your panties on, the silk ones he adores on you. On the bed, you lie on your back, watching him strip the rest of his clothes off while he towers over you, licking his lips when he positions in his head between your spread legs. Heâs been indulging in this recently, eating you out through your panties, getting them soaking wet with his spit and your slick. His gaze meets yours, those typically kind eyes hiding something feral brewing inside him. Heâs masterful with his tongue, spreading it wide on your clit, puckering his lips around you until youâre squirming. You grab hold of his head, grasping strands of his soft hair as he devours you.Â
As if this wasnât enough for him, he hums into your skin, pointing at the bedside drawer. He doesnât have to say it; you already know what he wants. Youâve made it a habit now to keep a few of your sex toys at his place, including your most favorite vibrator, the same exact one you demonstrated for him when all of this first started. It soon became his favorite too. You pass it to him shakily, already at the edge, ready to burst any second. He takes it, holding the tip to your covered clit, the fabric properly drenched now. The vibrations start instantly as he pushes the button, causing you to jolt from the sensation. âFuck!â you cry out, toes curling, knees wobbly. âPlease, Choso.â
âPlease what?â he teases, stroking his cock with his free fist.Â
âPlease take them off,â you beg, writhing below him.
He smiles wickedly, hooking the waistband of your underwear, slowly peeling them off you. âThatâs my good girl.â
You kick them off frantically, immediately spreading yourself for him once more. âHurry, baby,â you whine.Â
With the vibe still buzzing in his hand, he leans down, giving you a wet smooch on your clit, then presses the fluttering tip to it. Pleasure radiates from your core to every limb of your body and you eventually reach your first climax of the night.Â
âGod, I love how fucking wet you get,â Choso moans, licking up and down your slit, savoring your orgasm. âSo fucking sexy. Makes me want to come.â Precum leaks from the tip of his dick as he jerks himself faster, lips coated in your arousal as he continues to use the toy on you while drinking every drop of you up.Â
âFuck, youâre going to make me come again,â you say, trying to catch your breath. Itâs both too much and not enough. The vibrations are relentless on your clit, his tongue hot and wet on your pussy. Youâre drunk off this, head light as air, vision getting hazy. Drool spills from one side of your lips, losing control of your composure as you succumb to yet another orgasm, this time, with two of his fingers inside you.Â
âSo greedy,â he grins, his cock stiff against his abdomen. He takes his digits out of you, spreading your cum on his shaft. âYou want more, sweetheart?â
You reach for his cock, desperate to have him fully inside you. âI want all of you.â
His demeanor changes at this, almost like youâve said the magic words. He swallows nervously, stopping the toy and setting it aside. âAre you serious?â
You smile, nodding at him. âI want all of you, Choso. But if youâre not ready â â
âIâm ready.â It stumbles out of his mouth in a rush, as if heâs been meaning to say it for a while now. âI want you. I always want you.â
âYou have me.â You tug him towards you, wrapping your arms and legs around him, nuzzling your nose to his. âYouâll always have me.âÂ
He kisses you, humming softly against your lips. âYouâre amazing,â he whispers, tapping the tip of his dick on your swollen clit.Â
You twitch at his touch, already sensitive from earlier, but still so needy to be filled by him. âHurry,â you beg him, gyrating your hips, losing your patience.Â
âCondom,â he mutters, reaching towards your nightstand, eyes focused on how close his cock is to being inside you.Â
You snap yourself out of whatever dangerous desires are playing through your head and nod in agreement, stretching your arm out to open the drawer, blindly retrieving the box of condom wrappers and small bottle of lube. With trembling fingers, he unwraps the condom, rolling it over his cock, coating a generous amount of lube on it. He eases inside you, both of you moaning as you stretch around him perfectly. When heâs to the hilt, he stays still for a moment, kissing you fervently, so happy to finally be connected with you like this. âIs this good?â he asks, always adorably concerned about you.Â
You giggle, hugging him tighter. âItâs amazing baby.â
Reassured, he starts thrusting, pulling out ever-so-slightly to pound right back inside you. You squeeze every inch of him as he fucks you deeper, fighting the urge to come on the spot. Itâs so damn good, too fucking good, like heâs on this euphoric high, impossible to come down. He canât believe how incredible this feels, even with the condom on, and it makes him want to burst thinking about the near future when heâll have a chance to do you without it. How pretty youâd look with his cum spilling out you. That fucked-out expression on your face as you beg him to breed you. The gorgeous belly when youâre pregnant with his baby...
Choso has to physically shake his head to rid these obscene fantasies from his thoughts. He really canât help himself when heâs with you. Grunting with each thrust, he resists the temptation to pull this condom off to give it to you raw, reminding himself that patience is a virtue and that the two of you have all the time in the world.
It doesnât take long for the both of you to come. As soon as youâre right at the edge of your third climax of the night, you cry out, âRight there, baby! Fuck me right there!â holding him tight as you spill all over his cock. He comes as soon as you finish, certain that if you werenât using protection and assuming youâre currently ovulating, heâd surely get you pregnant with how fucking intense this load was. Choso pulls out, carefully pulling off the condom, taking a couple of seconds to marvel at all the cum you managed to draw out of him. You laugh, watching him as he ties the open end to toss into the nearby trash bin. âIs it a lot?â
He snuggles up next to you, nuzzling his nose to your neck, back to his precious puppy-dog cuteness. âIf we werenât using protection, it would have definitely gotten you pregnant.â
You joke, âAnd is that a bad thing?â
He rests a hand on your stomach, his touch tender and sweet. âNot at all. I wouldnât mind raising a little baby with you.â
Normally, youâd freak out. Normally, Choso would freak out. But for some odd reason, the idea of sharing a future together, of raising a family together, seems right. And while itâs only been a month, youâre both confident that the two of you will be spending a long, healthy, loving life with each other.Â
Chosoâs phone vibrates on the nightstand, rousing the two of your from your post-coital snuggle session. When he reads whatever notification heâs received, he chuckles, turning the screen towards you, displaying a text message from Yuji:
SoâŚhowâs that castella cake? ;)
He types up a quick reply before putting his phone on silent to spend the rest of the night cuddling you uninterrupted.Â
Absolutely perfect.
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Thinking about how Charlotte Emily most likely regularly hung out with the Aftons.
William comes downstairs at 9 in the morning to see Charlie and Elizabeth with empty teacups and a teapot, and is just like, ah. Of course. Little girls love tea parties, but indulges them anyway like "what are you two up to?" Elizabeth immediately lights up. "Charlie said that we should play British People 'cause we're British!" William, now a bit more confused, "...ah. I see." Elizabeth, "oh won't you join us? Pretty please?" Charlie then pipes in that she had also asked Mike, but that he had very unfortunately said no, because "Liz plays too mean." Elizabeth, "I do not, you're just too scared to lose!" Michael, "I can't fucking lose at 'British People.'"
Charlie and Elizabeth do atrocious things to their dolls. Drama. Tragedy. They always clash on the endings though, as Charlie wants their dolls fo have a happy end while Elizabeth wants their dolls to have an even worse end
Michael doesn't know Charlie's staying over, and brings home his schoolmates one day. William Frowns TM like "I tried to tell you Henry was dropping off Charlotte today, but you were already halfway out the door." Michael later re-enters the room to find his schoolmates picking on Charlie and pulling at her hair. The closest Michael ever feels to peace is when he's with the Emilys, so he immediately spirals at the sight like, "oh god, if Uncle Henry finds out I brought people over who hurt his daughter, he might not bring her over anymore. What do I do then? What do I do if he stops liking me?" He quickly shoos off his friends, going "dude! She's a guest, leave her be" while Charlie recovers. Before he too can follow after them, Charlie asks Michael if he'll draw with her. He hesitates. The Emilys are the closest he ever gets to peace, so he agrees and sits down to draw. "What are you drawing, Char?" "Marionette!" "'S that the creepy thing that's always watching the guests come and go at Freddy's?" "He's not creepy, he's my friend. Dad made him for me :(" "ahh. You know, my father's been building something for Liz too." "You think that it'll protect her like Marionette protects me?" "Maybe."
Charlie notices how anxious CC always seems to be, and declares one day that she'll keep him safe. She makes him a drawing of them both holding hands, and gives it to him so that he may always look upon it and know that Charlie's rooting for him. He nearly bursts into tears at the kind gesture. The whole household tries to be nicer to each other whenever Charlie's around, but CC tells her about Michael's behaviour to him. Knowing how weak Michael is to her, Charlie gives Michael a look while he's grabbing cereal the next morning like "you should be nicer to your brother. He's just a little kid." Michael immediately pauses, then awkwardly closes the cupboard like "ummm. Okay." Not wanting to use Charlie as a means to make fun of CC, he just never brings the interaction up afterwards
The Emily and Afton families joining together are constantly filled with different forms of jealousy from the Aftons. William, he's jealous of Henry. Michael, he's jealous of Charlie's positive relationship with her father. CC, he's jealous of how Michael seems to like Charlie so much more than him. Elizabeth doesn't even notice her own jealousy, but deep down, Charlie's completely peaceful household... confuses her. She rationalizes the lack of favouritism or hostility as it only stemming from Charlie being an only child, rather than Henry's good parenting. Being so young as well as being the perfect golden child, Elizabeth doesn't know how to express doubt in her father. Clearly, it must be her siblings doing something wrong if Charlie and Uncle Henry are doing so well on their own!
After CC's death, the house is filled with an unbreakable tension. It's grief. It's guilt. Michael and his schoolmates completely cut ties after what happened. And as always, the Emilys feel so separate from the tension of his own home. Michael starts talking to Charlie more frequently, more often at Henry's house rather than his own. He tries not to, or at least usually tries to hide first, but he accidentally has a complete breakdown in the living room one time. Charlie hums a soothing lullaby to him until Henry eventually comes back, notices the state Michael's in, and takes over calming him down while sending Charlie off to do some other seemingly helpful task. After Elizabeth's death, Michael only really has the Emilys left. Charlie stops just being his source of peace, and becomes his best friend. His only friend. Then after Charlie's death...
It's rather lonely all of a sudden.
Later, years later, when Michael's flesh is rotting on his bones and everything is just about to finally be done with, he sits down on the edge of a cheap creaky stage he bought, and lightly knocks his knuckles against Lefty's calf. "Charlie? Can you hear me alright? It's Michael ... I'm sorry. I know I never acted like it, but... for what it's worth... you were my best friend back then. ...Whatever's beyond this, would you like to be friends again there too?"
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