#god really gave me all the talent huh

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nagging

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You move from Lyon to Barcelona

You were pretty young when Lucy was at Lyon - rising through the youth academy at such a steady pace that she was a little upset that she left before you could make your debut.

You were talented, she knew that, but playing alongside you was something that she had been looking forward to.

It was a shame that she left for City the year that you debuted, shooting to the top of the best goalscorers of the season.

But it was all fine now, as you slipped out of her car in Barcelona and tugged your hood up.

"Oh, come on," She said jovially, an arm over your shoulder," Are you really teenage angsting this early in the morning?"

You gave her a look that was clearly modelled off of Alexia's. "Maybe if you didn't have Narla jumping on my bed to wake me up, I'd be happier with you!"

She laughed, keeping you by her side no matter how you tried to wiggle away. "I bought you breakfast!"

"You bought you breakfast," You reminded her," You let me take the pastries you don't like."

"I feed you, walk you-"

"I'm not Narla!"

"-Make sure you're healthy and this is the thanks I get? God, raising a teenager is hard work."

You rolled your eyes. "You're hardly raising me."

"Shhh." Lucy shoved your hood further onto your head, tugging it down to cover your eyes. "Don't break my heart."

You rolled your eyes and knocked your bag against hers as you slipped into the locker room. Thankfully, you had a respite from her, sandwiched between Patri and Pina's lockers.

You got dressed with mechanical efficiency, pulling on your shorts and training top and then your socks. As you sat to lace your boots, your mind wandered.

You had a few questions left on your Physics worksheet from last night that you needed to work on but that was it. If you could jot down some answers within an hour of getting home, you'd probably be allowed to head to the corner store and stock up on snacks.

You hummed to yourself, nodding before getting up.

Lucy threw her arm around you again as Aitana joined the pair of you. Aitana was usually stuck to Keira's side but with Keira doing media, she joined you and Lucy.

She looked over you critically as you sat down on the pitch, refusing to get up until everybody else appeared. "Your shoes aren't done up properly."

You look down at them, shrugging. "Huh, I guess so. I'll do them up later."

"Do it now," She urged," You'll forget later. Do them now."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I won't."

"Yes, you will. Just like last week when you forgot to zip up your jacket and I had to do it even though it was nearly freezing."

"My fingers were numb! That's not my fault!"

Aitana crossed her arms over her chest. "Do your laces."

You did as you were told but made sure to grumble so she knew you were doing it begrudgingly.

Lucy remained standing over you too, eyeing your boots up strangely. "I thought I told you to get new boots. These ones are practically falling apart."

You tried to defend yourself. "I've been busy!"

"Doing what? Playing video games all day?"

"No! Some-Sometimes I sleep..."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "We'll go boot shopping tonight."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"You're no fun." You stood from the ground with your newly laced shoes and wandered away, not wanting to get nagged anymore. That was probably the reason you avoided Alexia and many of the other older members of the squad.

Although that idea didn't really go to plan when Frido sidled up to you.

You thought, for a moment, that she was going to lecture you but she just gave you one of her silly grins and passed you a packet of sweets.

You opened it quickly, pouring everything into your mouth all at once and disposing of the evidence as soon as you could. With the nagging mood all the older girls were in today, you didn't want to take any chances of them seeing you break your diet.

Frido winked at you and you grinned at her, keeping your little secret.

Though, not for long because Aitana noticed and snitched on you, leaving you standing in front of the older girls as they lectured you about healthy eating and fuelling your body properly.

●～●～●～●～

You squirmed in Lucy's grip as she smeared sun cream all over your face. Or, well, she poured more sun cream than necessary into her hand and slapped all over your cheeks.

"Lucy!" You groaned as you tried to get away," Stop it! That's too much!"

"Too much?" She echoed with a laugh," I don't think it's enough at all."

She reached for the bottle and you shrieked, kicking it clear across the room. "I haven't even absorbed most of it!"

She winked at you. "Just make sure you don't get skin cancer."

You groaned and contemplated slamming your head against the brick walls - although with the amount of sun cream still on your skin it was more likely you would leave an imprint of your face.

"I won't get skin cancer," You insisted, a hair's breadth away from stamping your foot," And I don't need more sunscreen."

"Lucy," Keira, also being no help, laughed," Stop being annoying."

Lucy, still being annoying, gasped dramatically," Me? Annoying? Excuse me, I'm just trying to make sure the kid stays healthy. Renard will have my head if I return her with a single hair out of place."

"Hair that I'm going to tear out in frustration if you keep trying to drown me in sun cream."

Lucy rolled her eyes, swiping some of the excess off your face to rub into her own skin. "Alright, grumpy. Have it your way but if you end up all red and peeling, I expect you to take full responsibility."

"I'm not going to burn," You said dismissively, pulling up your socks.

"Uh-huh," Lucy said clearly not believing you," Sure, kiddo."

"I'm not!"

She gave you a look.

"I'm not."

She just continued to stare, face splitting into the widest, smuggest smirk you had ever seen when you let her rub more sun cream into your face, just to be safe.

[strawberrybuni]

I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

Pairings(separate): Satoru x reader, Suguru x reader, Kento x reader, Toji x reader, Choso x reader Summary: You had a bad accident that gave you amnesia, and you no longer remember him, and he just can't seem to move on Word Count: 4.1k CW: a LOT of angst, hurt no comfort :( A/N: I'd rather jump into a volcano than make choso cry tbh

GOJO SATORU

Satoru was someone who never bothered with dating. After all, he was such a busy man, he didn't really have time to even think about all that, yet he somehow managed to find time for you. The two of you were damn near inseparable, twin flames if you will.

You were a talented sorcerer, a grade 1 and always improving. He always took so much pride in your growth and how you strived to continue to get stronger alongside him. You two used to spend as much time together as possible, but now he's grateful if you even respond to one of his texts.

About a year ago, you two were on a mission, and a curse user caught you off guard, getting you bad with an attack. You had suffered some pretty intense injuries, it was a miracle you were even still alive. However, your injuries came with a permanent scar, amnesia.

Your memories were completely shot, either in bits and pieces, or just completely gone from your head altogether. Unfortunately for him, he was completely wiped from your brain. Even worse? Your attitude towards him took a complete 180. The fire of once being his twin flame now completely put out with zero chance of it being relit. He wasn't sure if you not remembering various events of your life altered your personality and the way you thought, but you practically hated him now.

Any time he tries to speak to you, he's met with glares, eye rolls, and half assed responses. It didn't stop him from talking to you, though. He would rather you be rude to him than never talk to him again.

Satoru is a man who never spoke on how things affected him or how they made him feel. No one knew how he reread your old text messages over and over again, or how he cries sometimes over the loss of you. No one knew how he lost countless hours of sleep just looking over your vids and pics that you two had taken when you were still together.

No one knew how he was dying on the inside.

“You gonna stay up here moping all day, or try talking to them?” He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as Shoko came to stand beside him.

He had been in his usual spot watching you from above as you trained with the students. He had been lost in thought, fantasizing about how the training would’ve been going if things were as they used to be. 

“Nah, I already bothered them today. Maybe I will later though.” He responded with his usual grin, but she saw right through his facade.

They stood there in silence, just watching, the faint sound of laughter filling the air. To Satoru, it almost felt like the universe was laughing at him. First he loses his one and only best friend, and now he's being forced to lose his one true love. Love really is the worst curse of them all, huh?

“You can talk to me, you know,” Shoko finally spoke after a few moments, not wanting to see her friend suffering alone. “It's fine, there's nothing to talk about anyways.”

“But there is Satoru. You might think you have everyone fooled and thinking that you’re unbothered by what happened, but not me. You don't.. have to go through all this alone.”

He mulled over her words for a few moments before shrugging slightly, deciding to be somewhat honest. “I guess I just.. don't find any point in talking about it. They don't love me anymore, and that's that. All I can do is accept it and go forward. If I push too much, they'll end up hating me more than they already do.”

He didn't want to accept it, though. God what he’d give to have you by his side once again. There aren't any lengths he wouldn't go to just to have you remember him. To call him Toru again. To love him again.

“Well that's surprisingly mature of you.” she teased with a sympathetic smile, causing him to pout. “Heyyy! I can be mature!”

She laughed at his whine, then smiled softly as she rubbed his back. “Just know we're all worried about you, okay? If you ever need anything, I’m a text away.”

He nodded with a smile, not bothering to say anything as he watched her leave. His smile slowly faded once she was out of sight, his attention being on you once again. He brought a finger up to pull his blindfold down around his neck as he watched you, letting out a shaky sigh.

“I really do miss you, sweetheart.”

GETO SUGURU

You were out and about with your friends, having a good day out in the nice weather. You had since recovered from the accident you were in, the same accident that gave you a nasty case of amnesia. You had lost a decent portion of your memories. Fortunately, you remembered most of your friends and they’ve all bee a great help in helping you readjust.

“So uh.. how’s it been between you and Suguru?” One of them asks out of the blue. Suguru, your boyfriend before your accident 6ish months ago who was no longer playing that role in your life. “I mean, there’s nothing really going on, we talk sometimes if that’s what you’re asking”

“Well I was just wondering because he’s kind of sort of..” Your friend trailed off, motioning discreetly in a direction to which your eyes followed. Your eyes made contact with his as you found him to be leaning against a wall not far from where you and your friends are, a frown instantly gracing your lips. “Give me a moment."

You got up, incredibly upset as you made your way over him. You had felt a lot of sympathy towards him given the circumstances. You couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for your lover to suddenly no longer remember you. So, you agreed to try and make a relationship work, but after a few months, you found you just aren't into him anymore. No matter what you did, you just couldn't find that love for him again. So, you broke it off and offered to just be friends, not for him to borderline stalk you.

“What the fuck Suguru? Why are you here?” You ask, since this isn’t exactly the first time he’s appeared ‘randomly’ where you happen to be. “I just happened to be in the area.”

“Bullshit. That’s your excuse every time I catch you lurking. I know I said we could be friends, but this is the opposite of how friends should act.”

Suguru frowned at your words. He hated when you referred to him as just some friend. He didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted his title as your boyfriend back. Yes he agreed to being friends, but that was only so he could continue to try and recapture your heart.

“Well apologies Y/N, I actually was in the area I just.. was curious about what you were up to and followed for a bit.”

“Do you not realize how weird that is? What if I’m on a date, then what?” His frown deepened at your response. “You’re already going on dates?”

“Oh my god I can’t keep having the same conversation with you.”

Time and time again, he would insert himself into your personal affairs as if he was still your boyfriend. He’d get pushy for answers, needing to know what you’re doing. He just misses when you’d give him those silly little updates on what’s going on throughout your day. All of your selfies, your audio messages. God he misses it all. He didn’t mean to act like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself.

“What I do in MY dating life is MY business. We are not a thing anymore Suguru, get that through your head.”

“How do you expect me to do that, huh? How do you expect me to be okay with watching you go out with some other dude, to let him know you like I knew you. For him to attempt to love you the way I loved you. You’re being unfair, no?"

“Honestly I'm being really fair. I have done nothing but try to make things work because you seemed like genuinely a nice guy. Unfortunately, it didn’t play out how we hoped it would. I set my boundaries in us just being friends and you’re the one continuing to push my boundaries again and again. So no Suguru, you’re the one being unfair.”

You were right, and he knew that, but he just can’t go on without you, and doing this almost made him feel apart.

“Look Suguru, because I’m so generous, I’ll give you one last fucking chance. Push my boundaries again and I’m blocking you. Got it?” You asked, to which he nodded. “Got it.”

He watched you return to your friends, hands in his pockets as he left. He had no intentions of stopping, he just was going to be smarter and sneakier about things. You’ll love him again one day, he has to keep believing that for the sake of his sanity. He just has to.

NANAMI KENTO

Your feet dragged against the carpeted floor as you made your way down the hallway to Kento’s apartment. It felt like it went on forever as the feeling of dread bubbled up in your chest at what you were about to do.

Bringing your hand up, you gently knock a few times, anxiously awaiting for him to open the door.

“Ah, Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you. It’s a pleasant surprise, I was actually in the midst of cooking if you’d like to come in.” Kento’s face was kind, eyes almost pleading for you to accept his offer. He missed you in ways you could never even begin to imagine, which is why it was making it so hard for you to go through with this.

“Thank you, but that's okay. I just um.. I came to return this to you.” You held out your hand, your engagement ring resting in your palm.

Kento felt his mouth run dry.

“What? Why.. why are you..” He tried to find the words to speak, his mind unable to comprehend what you're doing, thoughts going a mile a minute.

“I'm sorry Nanami, I really really am. I’ve been trying to find those feelings again, to feel what I felt before the accident, to remember you. I just.. it’s been months now and I just can't go on with this engagement, because at this rate I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that love for you again. I’m.. I'm sorry.”

You truly felt remorseful, he seemed like such a wonderful man, you can understand why you fell for him in the first place. But for some reason, you just weren't in love with him anymore. The love you once felt for him was long gone.

Ever since your accident, the two of you tried everything to get you to remember. Hell, he’d be fine with you falling in love with him all over again. He doesn't care, just as long as you two are together. 

You’re the love of his life, you’re the oxygen he breathes. Irreplaceable. No one could ever compare to you in his eyes, he just can't live without you. Your wedding was supposed to be in a few months, and what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life was slowly slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“No, no no, wait please Y/N. Can't we just try a little longer? I don't mean to be pushy but I feel like we were really getting somewhere and–” Please don't do this. “But we weren't, I was just forcing it because I didn't want to hurt you–”

“I just don't understand why we can't keep trying, we had so many plans together Y/N. Marriage, kids, a house in Malaysia.”

“And that sounds lovely but Nanami–”

“Stop calling me that.” The air around you two fell awkwardly silent. “Call me Ken.. please.. like you always have.” His voice was broken, defeated. He's dealt with so much loss in his life, he couldn't bear to lose you too.

His days have become so devoid of the color you once brought to his life. Before you, he was simply going through the motions of life because that's what he had to do. Now that he’s had you, he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He doesn’t want to go back to how it was before you.

“I’m sorry I just..” He sighed, a hand coming up to rub his face. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, he really didn't, but god he was so desperate to try and get you to change your mind. “You’re everything to me. Without you I just.. I'm a shell of a man. Things aren't the same without you by my side. Please can't we just keep trying for a little longer? We could have a breakthrough.”

You listened to his ramble, but you weren't budging. You didn't think it was healthy for him to keep holding onto something that just was no longer written in the stars.

“I can't anymore Kento, I don’t.. I don't want to do this anymore, I'm sorry. I think continuing to try is a lost cause, and only it's filling you with false hope.” He remained silent at your words, nodding in reluctant acceptance, knowing pushing the envelope wouldn't end in his favor.

“Alright.. may I request one last thing from you, before you go?” He asks, fighting back his tears and emotions. “Please, stay for dinner. Cooking for you was something that always bought me joy and.. I'd like to at least sit and eat with you one last time.”

You thought for a few moments before nodding, it was the least you could do. You'd give him this one last thing before you leave for good. 

Originally, Kento wasn't going to go back to sorcerer work, since he didn't want to risk his life and leave you alone, but after you had left and he thought it over again, he decided he would accept Gojo’s request for his assistance.

He had decided on his plan. Once this final mission in Shibuya is all said and done, he'd leave for Malaysia, and maybe, just maybe finally have a better life for himself there.

What could possibly go wrong?

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Love was something Toji never thought he'd ever try again. He had no interest in commitment in the slightest. If it wasn't just a quick fuck or a dynamic that benefitted him in some way, he truly just couldn’t give a damn.

That was, until you appeared in his life. 

What started out as just a friends with benefits type relationship, it slowly morphed into the both of you desiring more from each other.

You both understood each other. You were both from tragic backgrounds and dark pasts, and you two accepted good with the bad from one another. You two were so happy and in love.

Until the accident.

You were a curse user like him, and went on missions the same way he did. However, one really bad impact to the head had you in the hospital for a good few months. You were in a coma, and everyday he prayed that you would wake up. Although, now he kind of wishes that you did.

When you had awoken, you had lost various memories, including him. You didn't remember meeting him, all the moments you two shared, when he finally started telling you he loved you, none of it. And it killed him, not that he’d ever say it aloud.

When he told you how he was your boyfriend, while yes you found him to be very attractive, you just didn't feel the same about him anymore. You were always a closed off guarded individual due to your trauma. Yet for some reason back then, you allowed him into your heart. This time, however, you had zero interest in that.

Toji felt so many things. He was angry, confused, and heartbroken. How could you not remember all the times you two shared? Why did you not even want to try? Why didn't you care?

All the self improvement you helped him with all went down the drain. He just didn't care about anything or anyone anymore. Losing his first wife was hard, it destroyed him. Now he's losing you, except you're not even actually gone. You're right there, before his eyes, and has to watch you continue to live your life without him. 

“Shiu! That stupid mission was a– oh, um, hi Toji.” You awkwardly greeted him as you entered the office, not expecting to see him during your visit to Shiu. The tension in the room grew thick as Shiu cleared his throat. “I'm uh, gonna go smoke this. I'll be right back.” That bastard.

An awkward silence hung in the air before Toji decided to break it. “So, you seein’ anyone?

“I don't really think that's–”

“It's just a harmless question, doll.” His tone is borderline condescending, you let it slide though. “I was, not anymore though.”

Toji bit back a laugh at that. He liked to believe that deep down in your subconscious, you needed him just the way you always have, and that you’d never find another person who’d make you feel as he did.

“Yeah? And why's that?” He pressed, wanting any indication that his theory had any basis in reality. “Why does even that matter? It’s none of your business.”

You shot him down. Any time you two bumped into each other, he always pulled this. He'd get far too nosy about your dating life and you were tired of it. You understand that you two were in love before and that it's hard for him, but he needed to let it go. You weren’t interested and that was that.

“Ya know, if you ever want–”

“No.”

Toji frowned, irritation bubbling his chest from your immediate rejection. “I wasn't looking for a relationship doll, just a good fuck. You really think I wanna be bothered with you again? I barely wanted to even when we were together.” He spoke harshly, none of his words even being true.

He hated himself for the way he was treating you, but he just couldn't stop himself. Hurt people hurt people, after all.

“Just tell Shiu to call me. I'm leaving.” Before he could say anything, you were already out the door, refusing to take his attitude any longer.

Whatever, he was fine before without you anyway. He'll continue to tell himself that doesn't need you until he finally tricks his mind into believing it's true.

CHOSO

Loud knocks at your door awoke you from your sleep, having fallen asleep by mistake on the couch. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you reached for your phone to check the time. 

Nearly 2AM.

“Y/N?? A-Are you in there? Please I-I just wanna talk.” A once all too familiar voice sounded from the other side of the door, and you knew it was him. 

Choso, the man who apparently was your boyfriend before your accident.

A sigh left your lips, you already knew what this was about. You had blocked him on everything because you believed this would be beneficial to him. You felt this would help him move on, because that's simply what he was going to have to do. Yet he just wouldn't.

You reluctantly made your way to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. He looked like a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, red and puffy from what you could only assume was from hours of crying. His stripe on his nose was dripping, as if his emotions were pouring from it. He truly looked pitiful.

“Choso..” You felt awful, you really did. You didn't mean to cause this man so much pain and turmoil, but you weren't going to fake being in love with him. That wouldn't make the situation any better.

“W-Why? Y-You– you blocked me? Why?” He stuttered out, once dried tears slowly beginning to wet his face once again as he started to cry, his breaths coming out shaky and broken.

You let him inside, worried about him having an anxiety attack and nosy neighbors being in your business.

“Choso I'm really going to need you to breathe–” The second the door is shut, he’s pulling you in for a tight hug, his body shaking as small cries leave him. “Choso–”

“I-I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry. I just need t-to touch you” You suppose you could give him this. “Okay but you're squeezing me too tight, you're going to hurt me if you don't loosen up.”

You two stood like that for a few moments. You offered comfort to the best of your ability, rubbing his back soothingly. You knew you needed to calm him down as much as possible for the news you were going to break to him. 

“I think.. we should sit and talk.” Your soft voice broke the silence. You gently removed yourself from his tight hold, guiding him to sit on the couch.

“I.. blocked you because I felt it’s for the best” You turned your head away from him, the sad puppy dog look in his eyes making you feel far too guilty. “I know before my accident we were together and in love but.. I need you to understand that I no longer feel that way. I don't remember you anymore–”

“B-But that doesn't mean you c-can’t remember one day, right? R-Right??” That was something you didn't have an answer for.

“I don’t–”

“B-But you remember everyone else, w-why not me? Why don't you r-remember me?” He begged for an answer, shaky hands coming to hold yours, squeezing them tight. “T-There has to be s-something we can do right? Maybe Shoko could d-do something, anything. We just need to–”

“Choso, please just stop.” You felt a pang in your heart as his shoulders slumped, but you had to throw the cold water in his face. “There is nothing that can be done. I'm sorry, I am. I wish for your sake that I could wake up with all my memories of you back but I just can't. I'm just.. not interested in you in that way anymore.” You slowly pulled your hands from his, resting yours in your lap as you continued. This really sucked. 

“I thought maybe we could be friends, and over time either my memories would return or I'd develop feelings for you again but.. I just don't feel that way towards you. And you're so.. clingy. The way you are is unhealthy Choso. You have to move on.”

His eyes went wide at your words, his world shattering before him as he rapidly shook his head. “No. No no no I-I don't want to do that. I can't do that p-please.”

“You're going to have to. I know I was your first love, but I promise you'll find someone else who will–”

“I-I don't want anyone else I-I want you. I don’t want to e-ever even think about m-my life without you p-please, I’ll do a-anything Y/N please.”

He was becoming hysterical again and you're far too exhausted to be able to properly calm him down. Besides, he'd just do what he's been doing for the last two months. He'll cry and cry until you feel guilty enough to change your mind. Not this time. 

“I'm sorry Choso, but I need you to leave. It’s over” You stood up from the couch, wanting to be done with this conversation. Giving him the cold shoulder was something you didn't necessarily want to do, but he was leaving you with no choice at this point.

As you approached your door to let him out,  you heard a thud from behind you followed by a hand grasping your ankle to prevent you from going any further. The sight before you as turned your head to look only worsened how you felt. 

He was on his knees, his head down, grasping your ankle in a final desperate plea. “P-Please… d-don’t do this to me..” 

It was your turn for your shoulders to slump, but your mind was already made as you whispered “Please, don't make me call Yuji..”

You felt his grip loosen at your words, before completely releasing your ankle. He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes trained on the floor, knowing if he looks at you, he’ll completely crumble and he wouldn’t be able to leave. He doesn’t say another word as he leaves, knowing there’s nothing he could say that would change your mind.

“Goodbye.. Choso.” You said for the last time before closing the door.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Beauty and the Beast’s Last Theater - Azel Radwan (part 2/4)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

The next day, I went with Prince Azel to a mansion located in the best district in Tanzanite.

Azel (polite): It is that time of the year again.

Man: Living god…I can’t thank you enough. Thank you for agreeing to do this again this year.

Azel (polite): No, I am the one that should be thanking you for preparing the best stage for Tanzanite.

(It’s like he’s a completely different person from yesterday)

I heard that the people here were the key members of the troupe that will be performing on the day of the anniversary.

There was a holy aura around the ever-smiling Prince Azel and it was obvious that everyone else was tense but held respect.

Even though I was with him, the tension got to me. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

A small child came bounding over.

Azel (polite): Oh, you are helping out again this year? You are doing great work for someone so small.

Oblivious to the tense atmosphere, the boy ran over to Prince Azel, who patted him on the head with a smile. 

Azel (polite): Are you looking forward to my song? I will have to live up to your expectations. 

(...?)

Prince Azel had been quite talkative until then, but now spoke each word slowly and carefully.

The boy remained silent, but nodded happily. 

(...Could this child possibly be…)

Suddenly, I heard sobbing. When I looked around, I saw a woman by the wall, crying into a handkerchief. 

Prince Azel clapped his hands to dispel the growing questions. 

Azel (polite): Before we begin this meeting, there is someone I would like to introduce.

His mysterious eyes caught mine and he smiled benevolently. 

This wasn’t the right time to ask what was going on.

Azel (polite): This is Miss Emma. She is from Rhodolite, but appears to be a skilled dancer.

(...Excuse me?)

Azel (polite): You had mentioned the other day that one of your dancers twisted their ankle and so are short handed, did you not? How about her? If it is a simple dance, I believe she is talented enough to fill in the role.

(Huh?!)

All eyes shifted from Prince Azel to me.

(Wait, wait. I never said I was a good dancer?!)

Man: I am very grateful to you, living god…Not only for your performance, but for your concern for the dancer as well. If she can fill in for the dancer, then we will be in the perfect state to perform again this year.

(I don’t like where this is going!)

I furiously shook my head in refusal at Prince Azel, who was still smiling. 

I tried to convey that I couldn’t and Prince Azel just gave a small nod.

(Thank goodness. He—)

Azel (polite): As you can see, she has agreed to it.

(—did not get it!)

Emma: No…

Azel (polite): In Tanzanite, shaking one’s head indicates agreement.

(No way?!)

Azel (polite): Thank you very much. This will dispel my worries as well. As Miss Emma is earnest and hardworking, she should have an exceptionally strict instructor.

(I’ve always thought of you as a malicious god!)

This must be revenge for snickering with Prince Silvio the other day as Prince Azel’s face brightened up.

Man: Understood. I appreciate it, Miss Emma. The dance isn’t hard, don’t worry. We will begin practice at once.

Boy: ……

The man that I thought was the owner of the troupe and the boy by Azel’s side both looked at me with hope.

(It looks like they really are in trouble)

(...I can’t reject them like this)

Emma: …I-I look forward to working with you.

When I gave up and smiled awkwardly, for a moment it appeared as if Prince Azel’s benevolent smile turned into a smug one.

--

Regardless of how things turned out, if I was going to help the troupe with an important performance, I didn’t want to tackle it half-heartedly so I put in my best effort in practice.

--

Silvio: You as a dancer…Pfft, my stomach hurts from laughing. I’m gonna be watching you on that day. Don’t trip and fall. Though it’d be a funny sight.

--

Akatsuki: You’re dancing on stage…? I’ll be sure to come see it. I’ll hire a painter. While it’s fine to go at it with enthusiasm, don’t overdo it. Okay?

--

That night after receiving encouragement from Prince Silvio and owner, with permission, I visited the dance hall. I watched my reflection in the mirror as I recalled the choreography I learned that morning. 

(I’m confident that I can keep up, but my movements aren’t as clean as the example…)

(That’s the difference between me and actual dancers)

Even with a simple choreography, the barrier between an amateur and a professional is high.

(...I shouldn’t get discouraged. Once I take something on, I have to see it through)

(Alright, one more time!)

???: I think going at it haphazardly’s inefficient.

Emma: !

I searched for where the voice came from and found Prince Azel watching me as he leaned back against the wall by the entrance. 

(I didn’t notice him at all)

Azel: You’ve been doing this for hours nonstop, haven’t you?

Emma: …Have I?

Azel: If you didn’t notice, then you’re an idiot—No, you’re a hard worker.

Emma: I can hear you, you know. Anyway, why are you here?

Azel: Isn’t it obvious?

Prince Azel held up a glass.

Emma: Did you bring me a drink…

Azel: That’s right. Here.

Emma: ……Are you going to bill me after this?

Azel: You know me well.

Emma: ……

Azel: Just drink. Or else I’d be coming here for no reason.

With his long legs, Prince Azel closed the distance between us and pressed the rim of the glass against my lips.

I was forced to part my lips when he tilted the glass and water slowly flowed in.

(...Yum. I guess I’m thirstier than I thought)

And the glass left the moment I thought I had enough.

It was as if God could hear my thoughts.

Emma: Thank you.

Azel (polite): Rewards are always welcome.

Emma: Then on the day of the festival, I’ll perform the dance flawlessly while with you on stage.

Azel: …

Emma: Ah, you were snickering just now…

Azel: Pardon me. I just recalled your awful dancing.

(So he’s been here for a while)

(...The fact that he’s been watching me is so embarrassing)

I felt my face heat up and I cast my gaze down, but then Prince Azel blocked my vision with a large hand.

Emma: What are you doing all of sudden…?

Azel: Just shut up and close your eyes. I’ll grant your pitiful self mercy.

[nerdsnuff]

haii!! Im bringing the typa greed they talk about in the bible (*´ー｀*) can iiii get 55 burgers 55 fries 55 nugget 55 cola 55 erm errm damon drabble for valentines..? It dont have to be finished/posted at valentines i just want something something okiee thank!!!!

DINNER DATE — DAMON MAITSU. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

anything for u my most favorite down bad damon fan!! (^_^) im sorry it’s so short… but happy valentines!

damon maitsu’s ultimate talent is debating, not dating. which is why despite being the self proclaimed smart guy, he’s struggling (almost terribly). not to a point where it’s annoying or a hassle in any way though, thankfully it’s stupidly endearing.

after every choice, he thinks back to his parents. oh how sweet and kind his parents are to give him advice on how to not mess up a date.

‘make sure to be a gentleman compliment them!’ his mother says. then, his dad perks up. ‘yeah, hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’ he exclaimed cheerfully. right at the doorframe his mother adjusts his suit while his dad watches with a smile. her hands run along the soft fabric, a material both she and her husband are familiar with as they made this very suit he’s wearing tonight. ‘don’t forget what we’ve told you, alright?’ his mother says.

he absolutely did not forget.

“ah, hello? earth to damon?” you call out, waving your hand in front of him. he quickly blinks, seeming restless.

“huh? oh, yeah?” he perks, you quirk your brows. you look at him confused, though you’re actually more worried.

“you were definitely spacing out, are you okay? is this date… boring?” you asked nervously. you don’t want to hear him agree.

“no! not at all. i- uh-” his eyes wonder around, from you to the table then everything else. he’s looking for something, anything that can… oh he’s got just the thing. “a-are you a rose? cause you’re as beautiful as ever” he lets out an awkward laugh. he noticed the jar of roses sitting in the middle of the table, and decided to use his dad’s advice now.

‘don’t forget to hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’

suddenly you laugh. bright and stunning — you laughed at his stupid joke. his heart was struck.

“hahah! damon, where’d that come from? that’s… sweet. thank you” you smile at him, and reach out to hold his hand. “i didn’t know you were one for pickup lines… hm. i like your outfit, i think it really suits you” you giggle, and so does he. oh how your heart feels warm too. “actually that counts more as a pun, huh?”

he shakes his head. “no, it’s okay. it has the same effect. but thank you, my parents made it for me”

you gave a surprised expression. “really? wow! they must be very talented. no wonder their son is too”

damon blushes again. “yeah they’re… they’re pretty good. thank you for acknowledging my talent, even if it’s boring sometimes”

“no way!” you protest. “you’re anything but boring. c’mon, how about you tell me a little more about how you got into debate and all, let me hear all about you, maitsu”

god damon was gonna be a flustered mess by the end of this dinner date. the one thing his parents didn’t tell him to do was keep his composure. so… maybe it’s okay if he loses it a little, right?

“okay. well, it all started when i was in elementary…”

[justferhere]

The Notebook | Lysander × Fem!Reader

My Candy Love HSL • Lysander’s birthday

Lys has finished his notebook, and reader has the best surprise for him. Inspired in the end of The Diary of Bridget Jones.

Word Count: 774

Warnings: non, just fluff, creative/crafts lover reader, Lysander and reader have an established relationship, smoking

I wrote this in a insomnia episode and English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

“C’mon, Rosaa…” I approached her with my best pleading smile. “I really, really need your help.”

Lys’ birthday was right around the corner, and I had exactly one week to prepare a gift. But what could I possibly give to my Victorian dream of a boyfriend, who outright refused anything expensive and didn’t even want me thinking about getting him a present? It had to be special, something meaningful, something him. I kept thinking and thinking and nothing was as perfect as I wanted.

“Candy, I promise you,” Rosa said, her tone as reassuring as ever, “anything you give him, he’ll love it. He’s not even the kind of guy who cares about gifts. Don’t overthink it. Take him to dinner or something like that.”

...

“A gift for Lys, huh…” Castiel leaned lazily against the wall, cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke as he pondered. “You’ve got yourself a tricky one. He’s not exactly... giftable.”

I groaned and sat on the cold floor, utterly defeated. It’s just a gift, Candy. How hard can it be?

Castiel glanced down at me and chuckled before ending his cigarette. “Look, I’ll give you an advice, artist to artist.” His expression softened as he knelt closer. “Make something yourself. Lys would appreciate something you poured your time and effort into, more than anything money can buy. Something unique from yourself. Something that says, ‘you.’”

...

Castiel really helped you out but there was still a little problem.

What could I make?

"Are you okay, my love?" Big hands hold my waist, his familiar voice broke through my thought. "Yeah, just thinking. How are you? Want to get lunch together?" His lips kissed my head.

God he was handsome, he had me like the sea dreaming about touching the stars.

"Of course I do,” he replied with a soft laugh. “But first, I need my amazing girlfriend’s talent for finding my notebook. I wanted to show a new song to Castiel before leaving."

That's it.

“Well, your highly skilled seeker is on the case!” I teased, standing on my tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his lips.

The own Lysander himself have gave me the best idea ever and I couldn't be more excited about it.

...

I dropped all the bags with all the materials I needed on my bed.

Lys' notebook was like his entire life. Of the most important things of his life, containing almost every intimate thought from his heart.

His notebook was almost over, a bit damaged from the time used. It's cover worn and its pages threatening to fall apart. He would need a new one soon and the gift couldn't come better.

I got to work.

Took paper, leather, gold sheets, glue, string and all my crafting tools to get to work. For the next days I spended my free time stitching pages, lining cardboard with the deep blue leather and designing the cover.

Gold metal ornaments on the corners and his initials engraved with my most delicate handwriting. I even added a ribbon bookmark with a tiny rabbit charm at the end. It was exactly as how I saw him. Elegance and beauty, secrets and mystery but also sweet and pure.

I wrapped it up, and packed it in my backpack.

...

The day finally came and my nerves couldn't be worse. And after 10 times I tried to take courage and give it to him, I decided to leave it in his locker and wait hidden to see his reaction. I held my breath as I watched him approach.

I was nearly dying.

He opened his locker and left his book a side when he realized the funny rabbit wrapping paper. A soft smile curved his lips, and he chuckled under his breath before carefully peeling it open.

Yeah, I was definitely going to die.

I wanted to go and take the notebook off his hands. Maybe I didn't stitched the pages correctly, or maybe I should have chosen the green leather...

Or maybe it was... perfect.

He was mesmerized. He held the notebook in his hands, his fingers tracing over the gold details and engraved initials. He examined every inch, his expression shifting from curiosity to awe. When he opened it, he found the dedication I had written on the first page:

"I give you my heart for you to keep your secrets safe in it."

He froze for a moment, rereading the words, before pressing the notebook to his chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Definitely the best gift he ever received, and the purest expression of love I could have ever given.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

from the prompt list, cherry pits with serena?

i was struck with sudden inspiration so I wrote this really quickly haha

original prompt list can be found here btw

Cherry Pits and Picnic Blankets (Serena van der Woodsen x gn reader)

Warnings: slight suggestiveness and brief mild swearing but other than that just fluff <3

"You know, I can tie a cherry stem into a knot using only my tongue," Serena announced as she sat on the picnic blanket you had laid out over the grass in Central Park, the spot you'd picked for a casual date that hopefully wouldn't attract any members of the paparazzi.

"No way that's true," you let out a slight scoff in response while reaching out towards the bowl of fruit, picking through it for your favorite.

"Yes, it is!" She insisted in an almost petulant manner, crossing her arms over her chest while she gave you a childish pout. "You're just jealous that you can't."

You rolled your eyes at her. "I'm not jealous, I just don't believe you can do it." Part of you was egging her on for fun, but another part was well aware of just how many "talents" she claimed to have that she lacked in. "Besides, if you really could you would've done it already."

"Oh, you don't believe me? Fine, then. I'll just have to prove it to you." She picked up a cherry and popped it into her mouth before spitting out the pit, which landed in your lap.

"Ew, Serena! Have some decorum," you complained as you flicked the cherry pit away, it flying off the blanket and landing somewhere over in the grass.

She ignored you, having now taken the cherry stem and twirling it around in her mouth with her tongue. "I can do it, I swear I can," she said in a slightly inaudible speech pattern. "It just takes a few tries sometimes for me to get it right."

"Uh huh. Sure." You watched in amusement as she tried to tie the cherry stem into a knot using only her tongue to no avail. She let out a frustrated huff and spit the stem out, you ducking as it went over your shoulder. "I swear I can do it, I did it the other day with Dan."

"You were tying cherry stems into knots using only your tongue with other people?" You questioned with fake offense, your voice dripping with mockery as you placed your hand over your chest. "I'm wounded, truly I am."

"God, shut up." She gave you a lighthearted shove, to which you simply snickered in response, watching as she picked up a second cherry to try again with. "I think that stem was just too short, hold on- I can get it, I swear-"

As innocent as the act of her twirling a cherry stem in her mouth seemed to be, the way you could see her tongue moving around was almost erotic, which is what you were sure her original intentions were for it to be before she got entirely too caught up in proving a point.

"Wait- I think I almost got it-" She muttered under her breath, her brow furrowed and her nose scrunched in a face of concentration, determined to prove you wrong.

"Take your time," you drawled while leaning back on the blanket, resting on your elbows as you turned your attention towards the bowl of fruit in front of you, lazily sorting the different kinds out of boredom. You'd already set a couple of cherries off to the side for when Serena failed once again, until-

"Got it!" She pulled the stem out of her mouth and proudly held it up to you. The knot was a little loose, but somehow she'd actually managed to get it tied using her tongue alone.

"Well, damn." You took it from her and stared in amazement, unable to believe that she'd actually done it. "I guess I was wrong, you really can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue."

She was practically beaming with pride, looking smug at your disbelief. "See? I told you." After a moment or so, however, she got tired of you paying more attention to the cherry stem instead of her. "Hey," she said suddenly, throwing a second cherry pit in your direction.

"What?" was all you were able to get out before she pushed you back onto the picnic blanket, hovering over you with a certain look of mischief in her eyes.

"You know, all that cherry stem tying got my tongue prepared for a much less strenuous activity," she purred next to your ear in a suggestive tone.

"Serena!" You quickly shot up off the blanket, a delighted laugh escaping from her as your face heated up. "Don't say something like that to me here, we're in public!"

"Mm, so let's go somewhere that's not public, then. I'm starting to get hungry for something other than fruit," she continued to tease while sitting in your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulled you in close. Her mouth tasted like cherries when she kissed you, along with another distinct flavor that you swore was unique only to her.

It was hard to say no to her in general, but the way her tongue flicked over yours after slipping into your mouth only made it harder. You had no choice but to concede. "Fine, you brat. Let's get this stuff cleaned up first, then we can go back to my place."

End notes: I seriously wrote this so fast y'all this is getting posted less than two hours after the ask originally got sent in omg

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[pinazee]

Psy vs. Psy

I genuinely think that if they were going to bring back any psych villian, Lindsay Leikin would pose the biggest threat. She knows Shawn isn’t psychic, she has adequate motivation to target him personally, and has the skills to prove he’s a fraud and do it slyly as she is also highly skilled in deductive reasoning (she did manage to get them to the counterfeiter to begin with so she has legitimate talent). She could even orchestrate it from prison. Maybe her parole was denied again so, like, what else is she going to do? Plus, she’s kind of nuts. Faking being a psychic with the FBI is a whole other level of bold compared to a local precinct, then she met a counterfeiter and was like yes please, more crime, then killed him when he tried to run, slept with Shawn that same night, then tried to take him hostage when she got caught. Its just a shame she wasn’t a bit more charismatic or eccentric. They had her play it as a very normal girl swept into a life of crime because of a guy (probably because she was a “love interest” for Shawn) when the receipts show she was an absolute lunatic (look at her face after they found the guy she killed. This bitch is smiling).

Also, she just kinda gave up when she was caught. I wish she’d have been screaming “he’s a fraud!” as she was taken to the car or even had a heart to heart moment with Lou Diamond Phillips because she did betray him after all. Idk, i just wanted more. (But i think maybe the writers recognized this and thats how we get Declan later??)

Gus is basically siri at this point. Between the archeology, safes, online poker, the law, tennis players, space, comic books, of course pharmaceuticals, and now studies tender from all over the world- its a smaller list of what Gus doesn’t know. Gus clearly likes learning. I’m surprised he never thought of becoming a teacher or college professor, to try to pass that love of learning to the next generation. Though i guess we see he’s not that great with people surprisingly, considering he’s a successful salesman. (OH MY GOD WHAT IF THIS WHOLE TIME GUS ACTUALLY HAD LIVED UP TO HIS POTENTIAL AND BECAME AN INTERNATIONAL SPY. He knows all these things because of his job, psychs only been able to stay open because Gus can fund it from his spy job, joining psych was a good front but he was also lonely from never getting to be himself. I kid, i kid, but its a fun idea for me haha)

No fucking way shawn doesn’t know what a drill is. Henry definitely would have beat that kind of man stuff into him. The military time too. I just felt the need to point this out. its like the show itself is dissing my boy and i have to defend him lol

I love when Gus is proud and smarmy over shawns talent. Look at his face here. My boy about to prove you wrong.

And do you think Shawn is actually afraid of competition or do you think he learned at an early age from his father that he didn’t have value unless he was the best? Huh Henry, huh???(Weekend warriors “you don’t want to be a loser” comes to mind)

Henry trying some reverse psychology here. I can’t tell if its because Henry is actually concerned for Shawns safety like he said he wasn’t in the previous episode, or if he’s still taking it personally that Shawns using the gifts he “gave” him to be psychic. Probably both. We know he was really bothered by his motorcycle accident, so i wonder if he’s been kind of spiraling, and adding up all the crazy situations he’s been in. (Which, i don’t think Shawn tells him about. i think Gus calls him like a weekly report haha) I think the fact that shawns cases are becoming more dangerous he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of him being a detective, well a detective this way at least, because i think in his mind he’d be safer if he was an actual cop where he had a partner with a gun, and back up, and rules, and training. I mean we know he wouldn’t be, (look at what happens to Lassie and Juliet)

I just wanted to gif this because it’s one of my fave jokes in the episode!

Mildred to the rescue! Im not entirely sure how this worked but it did and thats what matters haha

*Appropriate reaction is appropriate*

[lostfirefly]

Sharing horizons that are new to us, watchin' the signs along the way, talkin' it over, just the two of us, workin' together day to day

This fic wasn't even planned. But 6 months ago, Catherine and Buggy met each other. They annoyed and bantered with each other, but as often happens, a good girl fell in love with a not-so-good boy. They stayed together and kept their "banter vibes" to this day. Thank you guys for coming into my life. You are helping me a lot! Love you with all my heart! And go on a date! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine and Buggy are celebrating six months since they first met.

Warning: Fun, fluff, swearing, lots of love, inappropriate jokes. Reference to Jeff's interview with grapes.

WC: 4000

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed

The title is taken from “We've Only Just Begun” The Carpenters.

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“Stop attacking me, clown!!” Catherine tried to fight Buggy off.

“But why?” He tried to kiss her neck. “I want you!” 

“First of all, put your pants on and put away your little Buggy, for god's sake!!” She buried herself under the blanket. “Second, you're punished!”

“For what??” Buggy lifted the blanket.

“Fuck off!” Catherine pulled it down. “Do you remember what you did to me on the couch yesterday?” 

“Oh, believe me, I remember!” He giggled idiotically. “That was amazing, right?”

Catherine crawled out from under the blanket and hit Buggy in the shoulder. “What got into you?! I was in pyjama and was reading a book when you attacked me after coming home from rehearsal.”

“I couldn't resist, you were so sexy with the book.”  Realizing there would be no continuation, Buggy leaned his back against the headboard and put his pants on. “But you didn't complain.” 

“Because I didn't have time to understand anything, asshole!” Catherine immediately nestled into his armpit. “Thank God you don't go to libraries. I would be concerned about the staff there.” 

“Sarcasm, huh?” Buggy scowled. 

“Poorly concealed contempt, pervert. And hey! Have you forgotten what day it is today? 

“I remember, cotton candy.” Buggy took Catherine's hand and kissed it. “You reminded me of this all evening yesterday. Today marks six months since you gave in to my charm and immediately fell in love with me.”

“There was no charm, Buggy!!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!”

“But I didn’t leave you! How many times are you going to remind me of this?” 

“Every single day for the rest of my life.” Catherine looked at Buggy: “How did you even come up with this?! Didn't you feel sorry for me?”

“Are you gonna stay with me for the rest of your life??” He made a surprised face. “Fuck, no! I hoped that I, as a sex god, would torture you and you would tired of the best sex in your life and finally run away from me.”

“I knew that phrase would get stuck in your head, pervert!” Catherine slapped his head. 

“I could not forget the highest praise of my talent, baby.” Buggy smiled proudly. “Back to your question. I wanted to leave you in the desert because you irritated me. You were always unhappy with everything.” He started imitating her voice. “Oh, I was told you're the coolest guy in this town. Oh, you're just a drunken piece of shit. Oh, no, a grown man who painted himself to look like a clown. Oh, no, you took us somewhere. Oh, don't tell me what to do.”

“Do I irritate you now?” Catherine took a strand of his hair.

“No, now you just piss me off every single day.” Buggy kissed her on the top of her head. 

“I can easily say the same about you, jerk.” Catherine exhaled. “I'm sorry, I offended you at the bar, didn't I? But I was really worried about my sister and you acted like an asshole. I didn't know you were really good.”

“Meh!” Buggy shrugged. “This is how people often react to me. It's ok.”

“It’s not okay, Buggy!” Catherine took his hand. “I will kill anyone who says such disgusting things about you. No one can hurt my clown. And by the way, I have a gift for you!!” She jumped out of bed and ran off into the living room. “I don't know if you'll like it or not, but I wanted to do it. You can hide it far away and never take it out.” Catherine ran back holding something square wrapped in gift paper. “Happy six months since we first met, my blue-haired love. Open up!” She clenched her fists and squealed softly.

“What's this?” Buggy looked at her surprised, starting to remove the package, pulled out a brown book and opened it. “A photo album?”

“Yes!! Look!” Catherine began to turn the pages. “This has pictures of you and me in it. Sorry, I know you don't like this, but I wanted to collect some moments in one place. Look! That's you and me on a walk when you stole ice cream for me for the first time. You were nagging me because of this photo for three hours afterwards. This is happy me when you took me to the movies for the first time. And this is unhappy you because you had to take me to the movies. Oh, I love this one. This is you on our adventure when you were fixing the car. See? Damn! You are so hot!” 

“Where are these pictures from?” Buggy pointed his fingers at two photos. 

“Oh, I secretly took this one during our first adventure.” Catherine blushed. 

“But this's me! Why did you take pictures of me?” Buggy said in a slightly irritated voice. “Catherine, you know I don't like it!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” Catherine stroked his hair. “I remember I threw things into the car, got out some whiskey and saw you. I don't know.. You sat alone by the fire and thought about something and I couldn't resist. I wanted to send you this picture later, to be honest. And this picture was sent to me by my sister. Honestly, I didn't even know she took it. That's when you took us home and we were chatting sitting on the couch. See? Your hand is on my shoulder. You hugged me that evening. At that moment I already knew that I loved you. My sister thought she was making fun of me by showing it to me. But I liked this photo so much, and I decided to add it here. You look so calm and sweet in this picture. That's because you were sitting with me, my love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on his cheek. 

“I’m not sweet, stop mocking me.” Buggy ran his fingers over the papers. “Hm, the pages look like they have maps drawn on them. And the cover looks like the book we used to compare coordinates. Fuck! It's cool!” 

“We met because of these maps and that Alabasta’s book. Oh, look, there's an inscription.” Catherine flipped the album to the first page.  

“I don't see any inscriptions. I see numbers and a lot of hearts. A lot, a lot, a lot of hearts.” 

“These are the coordinates of our bar, you fool.” Catherine pointed her fingers at the drawing. “I'll tell you more, these are the exact coordinates of the place where we met.”

“That's really impressive, cotton candy. Thanks!” Buggy scratched his head. “Fuck, I didn't get you anything. I didn't know I had to give gifts on dates like this.”

“Oh, my Buggy Bear. Don't worry. I just wanted to surprise you. Buy me flowers, ice cream and we're even.” Catherine kissed him on his cheek and started stroking his hair. “It's so weird. So much has happened in these six months. We've been on two adventures, we celebrated my birthday, you made me walk a tightrope.”

“No, no!” Buggy carefully put the album aside. “The weirdest thing about this whole story is that I'm lying under a blanket with hearts on it. Hearts aren't for a grown man.”

“Where did you find a grown man?” Catherine narrowed her eyes playfully. 

“I'm right here, cotton candy.” Buggy pointed his finger at himself. “I'm a grown man.”

Catherine kissed his nose. “Noooo, you're my silly clown. And thank you!”

“For what?”

Catherine hugged him. “Well, for not sending me home, for letting me into your life, even just a little bit. And you take me for walks. I know you don't like it, but you still go with me. Do we have plans for today? Maybe we can go for a walk? And then hang out at our bar?”

“Well, the bar is always a good idea. But first I want to have breakfast. Buggy the Clown is very hungry.” 

Buggy reluctantly got out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, Catherine ran after him to make his favorite pancakes. While she was cooking, she kept running to Buggy, hugging him and kissing him on the head, cheeks, nose, lips, listening to his endless grumbling. 

After the brekfast and quick shower, Catherine decided to get dressed for a walk and started rummaging through the closet for a long time. Buggy came into the bedroom with fresh makeup on his face, looked at Catherine standing near the closet and hugged her from behind. 

“What's wrong, Buggy?” Catherine started stroking his hands waiting for the answer, but he remained silent. “Oh, my little bear. Don't act like you love me. Better put on a t-shirt, jeans and take me for a walk, and then we'll get completely drunk, and then you'll ride me on your back.” Catherine had difficulty reaching the shelf because Buggy didn't let go of his hands. “Here. This black one is clean. Explain one thing to me, clown. Why do your stinky things still end up in the closet?"

He shrugged.

“Thank God you at least started washing more often.” Catherine laughed. 

Buggy quickly put on his t-shirt and returned his hands back to her waist.

“Please, let me go for five minutes, my Buggy the Octopus.” She reached her hand to his cheek and stroked it slightly. “I'm not going anywhere, promise. I need to get dressed.” 

Buggy reluctantly removed his hands, sat on the bed and watched Catherine quickly pull on jeans, black top, a light, off-the-shoulder oversized sweater over the top.

Catherine turned to Buggy and twirled. “Like it?” 

He nodded silently and exhaled. 

Catherine came closer and hugged him. “What's wrong, my little bear?”

“Nothing. Let's go for your stupid walk.”

Catherine kissed Buggy on the lips and dragged him outside. He grumbled the whole way, but stole a bouquet of yellow carnations and a chocolate ice cream for her. Buggy was still surprised that Catherine admired his abilities every time. He loved to see her happy face at that moment.

Catherine was talking like a crazy, while they walked to the bar through the winding streets of Cairo, which were filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread, spices and freshly brewed coffee. Catherine stopped near almost all the shops, to take a look at fabrics and figures. They reached the bar when Buggy was almost exhausted and went inside. 

“No! Look! Our place at the counter is taken by some tourists." Catherine pointed at the couple with her eyes and became upset. “Shit. Well, let's sit at another table.” She sat down at the closest table and took the menu. 

Buggy plopped down next to her and looked at her sad face. “Is there something wrong?”

Catherine placed her hands on the table. “I know you’ll say that's stupid but I really wanted to sit there.” 

Buggy glanced at the tourists then shifted his gaze to Catherine. More than anything in the world, he hated seeing her sad eyes. “Wait here.”

“What? Where are you going?” Catherine looked at him in surprise.

“There is no problem that Buggy the Clown and money in his pocket can't solve. Wait here.” He lightly slapped his palms on the table and walked towards the counter.

Catherine sadly watched Buggy, leaned on the counter and started talking to the bartender and the tourists. They were gesticulating wildly, looking at the bartender and Catherine, but as soon as Buggy took money out of his pocket, the tourists gathered their things and went to another table. 

“That's it, this problem solved, cotton candy.” Buggy came back to Catherine, extended his hand to her and escorted her to the bar. “So, are we there, where your coordinates indicate?”

“Yes!” She squealed quietly, smiled and hugged him. “Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “How did you do this?”

“Charmed them.” Buggy placed his hand on her back. 

“Oh yes, you can do that. You're my best!!” Catherine pecked him in his lips and squealed again. “Oh, wait, wait, you were sitting here.” Catherine sat Buggy down on a chair, hugged him from behind and kissed him on the cheek. “And I was sitting here.” She plopped down on the chair on the right side. 

Buggy couldn't help but laugh. Catherine's displays of joy at such trifles amused him terribly. Why, even after six months, she was with him? Buggy liked that she was with him. He liked the way she took care of him. She made sure he was always fed, she always made him sandwiches when he went to rehearsals. His clothes became cleaner, the house became more cozy, the bed always smelled nice now. He constantly grumbles that he doesn't like, but will never admit to her that he loves receiving cute messages from her throughout the day: “I cooked your favorite dish, I love you”, “I’m on a walk, I love you”, “It’s so great that you’re coming home, come quickly, I love you!” And although he didn't like it when men approached her, he still was afraid that someone else would take her, he was surprised every time that she stayed with him.

“Well. What does my cotton candy want?” Buggy sent his hand to grab the menu from the next table. 

Catherine ran her eyes over the pages. “Oh, let's get a beer like our first time? Also your cotton candy wants this red cherry cake, this chocolate cake, this yellow lemon cake.” 

Buggy laughed even louder, called the waiter over, and made an order. 

Catherine happily swung her legs and looked around. “It's so weird, huh? It seems like the place hasn't changed, but at the same time it's somehow different.” She stood up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It's because of you, my flashy fool.” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

“Stop doing this, woman!!” Buggy made a face. “Drink your fucking beer.” He moved the bottle the bartender had set down. “So, what do we do now?”

The bartender supplied three pieces of cake and additionally supplied peanuts from the establishment.

Catherine took a sip and glanced at peanuts. “Oh, I know. Let's play! I'll ask a question, you answer it and if it's wrong, you toss the nut and catch it with your mouth. And if it’s correct you can ask me a question. It'll be our variation on “Never Have I Ever.”

“Hah, these games are for me! I did teach you a little entertainment after all, huh?” Buggy took a sip. 

“Go to hell! I've always known how to have fun.” Catherine ate a piece of cake. “Oh, fuck! So good!”

“I think I heard the same phrase yesterday.” He giggled.

“You're disgusting, you know that?” Catherine rubbed her hands. “Okay! Let's start! My.. My.. My favorite dish.” 

“Don't make me say the version “the naked clown at night.” Buggy took a sip and winked.

“Ew! No! Stop being an idiot for at least five minutes.” Catherine punched him in his shoulder.

“What's the fun in that?” Buggy ate a peanut. “Fine. Different sweets and pizza.”

“Yeees!” Catherine clapped her hands. 

“Sweets, pizza and naked clown.” He giggled again.

“Buggy!” Catherine pinched his arm. “Stop being such a pervert. Okay! Now you can ask me a question.”

“If I ask about the best sex, it will be unfair. I know that it is me.” Buggy took a sip with the most proud look he had ever had. “You know, your fucking ex-boyfriends have a lot to learn.”

“For god's sake, clown!!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you gonna ask a question?” 

“Fine!” He scratched his cheek. “I know! You went to university. Exams and all that fucking shit. Have you never copied answers from others?”

Catherine shook her head. “At the university? No, never. Education is important. I taught myself.”

“Fuck, you lived such a boring life.” Buggy rolled his eyes and took a sip.

“I didn't finish.” Catherine ate another piece of cake. “But I once cheated at school. We had a chemistry test and I copied the test from my classmates. When the papers were checked, the cheating was revealed. We were then sent to the principal and as punishment we trimmed the bushes in the school yard for a whole month.”

“You are a dangerous woman, Catherine Mitchell. You cheated on a chemistry test. I'm so, so impressed.” Buggy started slowly clapping his hands.

“I hate you and your theatrics.” Catherine took a sip. “Okay! Next question. My favorite part of you. Hint, there are several of them.”

Buggy looked surprised. “I don't know. That I'm fun, sexy and can I do weird but hot things in bed?

“You have one thing on your mind, pervert.” Catherine squinted her eyes and reddened. “No! But I’ll accept it as an answer. Throw a peanut.” 

Buggy picked up a nut, tossed it up and caught it with his mouth, eliciting a wave of applause from Catherine. 

“You're so good at that! Just for your note, my silly clown, I love you all of course, but I adore your nose, it makes you unique, your eyes because they're so beautiful, your hands because they're strong and your chop chop thing.” Catherine ate a piece of cake. 

“I thought you loved my nose for another reason.” Buggy took a sip and chuckled.

“For what reason?” Catherine thought for a second and her eyes widened. “Oh, my God, Buggy. How can you think about such a vulgar thing when we are on a date?! You should be ashamed.” 

“Sorry, Cathie-pie. I'm just remembering where I was yesterday and your moans about it.” He started imitating her. “More Buggy, yes Bug~”

Catherine kicked him in the leg. “Shush! Don't you dare talk about it here. Manners! Let's keep playing.” She took a sip. “Okay! My favorite book.”

Buggy scratched his neck and shrugged. “I don't know. Something about cute dogs that wear stupid jumpsuits with hearts on them?”

Catherine shook her head. “No, it's “Treasure Island”. And I told you about that. Throw a peanut.”

Buggy took a nut, tossed it and caught it in his mouth.

“Yaaay!!” Catherine clapped her hands. “Okay, I'll let you ask a question. We have a six month anniversary today.” 

“Oh, princess. You're so fucking generous today.” Buggy snapped his fingers and took a sip. “Ha, I know! Has my Cathie-pie ever lied to the police?” He saw Catherine blush. “Fuck me!! My honest girl, who reproaches me for my lies, deceived the police herself?”

“I don't lie as much as you, idiot. It was one time. My driver license expired and I had to go renew it the next day. But my sister called and asked me to pick her up from the highway where her car had stalled. And when I was on my way to her, a cop pulled me over. And when he was about to write me a hu-u-uge fine, I burst into tears, told him some bullshit about dying fish and hamsters, and he let me go.” Catherine started eating another cake. “So yummy! Try it!” She broke off a piece of cake with a fork and put it in Buggy's mouth. “Tasty?” Catherine watched him nod. “My question again. The craziest thing I've ever done in my life.”

Buggy snapped his fingers and laughed. “I know that! Stayed with me.” 

“No, I jumped off that damn cliff.” Catherine ate a peanut. “Do your trick, clown.” 

Buggy tossed the nut and caught it again.

“Yaaay!!l” Catherine clapped and took a sip. “But I could accept that "stay with me" option too.” 

“Listen.. Can I ask a question?” Buggy cleared his throat. “I asked you this before but a lot of time has passed since then. Don't.. Don't you still regret staying with me?” 

“What?” Catherine rounded her eyes, came closer to him and hugged. “Of course not, my love. It's not easy to live with you, but I don't regret anything. I love how you take care of me and how you show your affection when no one is looking. You know, taking my hand, stroking my shoulders. It's so sweet. You're not as bad as you want to seem, but I won't tell anyone about it. I give you my Princess's Word.” Catherine zipped her mouth. “For everyone, you'll remain an evil and sullen clown, but at home you'll be my loving little bear.” She kissed him in his temple. “Oh, can I try to throw a nut, and you catch it.”

“Fine.” Buggy took some nuts and put them in her hand. “Here.”

“Ready?” Catherine watched as he nodded back. “One, two, three. Throw!”

“Fuck, Catherine!” Buggy covered his eye with his hand. 

“Oh my god, oh my god! I'm sorry! I’m so sorry!!” Catherine grabbed his head and began examining his face. “It's okay. I’m sorry! I'll be more careful.” Smack.

“Do me a favor.” Buggy grumbled and removed her hands. “Ok, I’m fine. Throw. But carefully, I still need my eyes.”

Catherine took aim again. “Ready? One, two, three. Throw!”

“Damn!! Are you fucking kidding me, woman??” Buggy covered his other eye. 

“Shit!! I'm sorry!!” Catherine began examining his other eye.

“What's wrong with you?” Buggy blinked his eyes a few times. “Can't you throw properly?”

“I'm so sorry! Good news! Everything is okay!” Smack. “Do you think out of the 15 million they're giving for you somewhere, they'll deduct the money for the two black eyes?”

“Catherine, I asked you not to bring that up.” Buggy said angrily and removed her hands.

“I'm sorry!” Smack. “Shit! We should have played with grapes.” Catherine chuckled and kissed him on his cheek. 

“No! I haven't eaten anything that looks like fucking grapes for a while now.” Buggy laughed. 

“What? Why? The thing you ate and made you chop chop man looked like grapes?” Catherine ate the peanut and sat in Buggy's lap. 

“What? No!" Buggy immediately wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Why did you even eat that? If you were hungry, why didn't you go out and buy yourself something to eat? You can't just pick weird things off of trees and eat them, Buggy!” Catherine put a piece of cake in his mouth.

“I didn't pick it off of a fucking tree because I was hungry. It doesn't matter how I got it. I don't want to talk about why I ate it.” Buggy took a sip and became obviously a little angry.

“Don't be mad at me. I didn't want to offend you. I just like to know a little more about you. You talk not so much about your past.” Catherine stroked his shoulders. “Can I ask one question?” She watched him nod. “I asked you once, but you never answered. Do you have any regrets in your life? Do you regret that you ate that chop chop thing? But if you don't want to, don't answer.” 

“I don't know. Yeah, I guess. I regret it. Or maybe not. I don't know, Cathie-pie.” Buggy became visibly upset and felt she hugged him tightly.

“Did it even taste good?” Catherine laughed and stroked his head. 

“Little shit! It tasted okay.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “Fuck, I left you without a present.”

“Are you kidding me? We're at our place, at our bar. Just you and me. It's the best present ever. And don't forget I love your chop chop thing. And I'm glad that you are like this.” Catherine pecked him on his nose. 

“Stop doing this, woman!!” Buggy took a peanut and put it in his mouth. “Of course you love my abilities. They add an extra level to the best sex you've ever had.”

“God, you're unbelievable!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “I hate you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”

“Meh, I hate you too, my cotton candy.” Buggy kissed her hand. “Well, shall we continue our evening?”

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Love Is Love/ 1

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 5.9k

Includes- Joong has to tell reader something and is worried, new experience, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hongjoong POV

'Just tell her', I tell myself, 'Get it over with. She won't judge you'

There's something I need to tell my best friend

Something I just figured out and I'm worried about how shell take it

Logically I know she'll be supportive and she'd never judge me but still the fear is there

"You ok Joong?", she asks, looking from the tv over to me

I nod, nervously tugging on the blanket on my bed

I finally have time to hang out with her and we agreed that she would sleep over

We've been watching movies but I couldn't tell you a fucking thing about them

She shuts off the TV, putting the remote on my nightstand, turning fully to me and giving me all her attention

"Spill"

"What?"

"C'mon Joongie. I know you. I know something's wrong. You can't hide from me"

This I know

She has always known when something was wrong or off, ever since we were five

It's an unnerving talent she has

"Just tell me"

"Well there's nothing wrong exactly. Just something about.....my personal life"

Of which she knows everything too

She knows I'm gay and knows all about my boyfriend's and fuck buddies

And she keeps all my secrets

"Is it about you and Seonghwa?", she asks, smirking, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Oh my god we are not dating!", I exclaim, "We just fuck sometimes, that's it!"

"Yeah ok", she rolls her eyes

"I'm serious Jo. There's nothing romantic between me and Seonghwa. There never was. It was just sexual"

Seonghwa is bi and he wanted to fuck a few times

I was horny and gave in

But that's all it was

And nothing changed between us

Not as friends and not professionally

"We're just friends", I say firmly

"Well ok", she says, not sounding convinced, "Then what is it?"

I swallow hard

Here goes

"I just recently discovered...uh more like realized.....I'm...I'm... uh bisexual"

Her eyebrow raises as she takes in my words

She's always known me as just gay because that's all I thought I was

But the past year I'm finding I'm extremely attracted to girls too

Sexually and romantically

Other female idols, ATINYs, staff members

But the one girl I've fallen for is gorgeous and just perfect

So I figured out that yeah, I'm bi

"But if you're bi....", she trails off

And I see when she gets it

"Oh my god, you like a girl?", she squeals excitedly

I slowly nod

"Holy shit! So tell me about her! When are you going to ask her out? Do you need help? I'll help you! Oh my god!"

"You uh...you seem very....happy about this", I comment

She smiles, "Of course I'm happy Joongie. You like someone where you actually want to be with them. It doesn't matter if it's a guy or a girl but it is surprising it's a girl. You've only ever been with guys"

"Yeah", I agree, "I just...once I've noticed I'm attracted to girls, this girl...she just....I just noticed her and I can't stop thinking of her"

She smiles widely, "Tell me about her"

"Well uh she's really pretty. Like beautiful....and sexy"

"Uh huh", she grins, staring at me, her eyes as huge as saucers

"Her eyes are....fucking gorgeous. I swear I could stare into them all day. And her smile...fuck her smile"

"Best thing about her?", she smiles encouragingly

"Yeah", I nod, "Her body is so hot too. Big...huge...boobs that I want to squeeze. Cute ass I want to squeeze. Fuck just thinking about having her under me, moaning and screaming my name..."

"Damn", she says, shock on her face, "Are you sure you just don't want to fuck her?"

I shake my head, "No. I thought that at first but my...thoughts....daydreams aren't only about sex"

"Oh my god, what else do you day dream about?", she squeals, clapping

"Uh ahem...holding her hand", I say a little embarrassed, "Date things, like watching a movie, eating together. And uh...sleeping. With her. Cuddling. Holding her all night"

"Joongie!", she exclaims happily, "You're in love!"

"I don't uh know if it's that strong yet"

I know it definitely could be

I'm one hundred percent sure of that

"Ok well you're in serious feelings territory. This is so exciting!"

"Yeah it scares the shit out of me", I answer

"Why? You're an amazing guy, you have nothing to be scared about"

I'm glad she thinks that of me but as for the other part, I do have a lot to be scared about

"Jo, I've never been with a girl before. I...I don't know what to do. Uh sexually. And also not sexually. I don't know how to read a girl"

"It's not rocket science Joongie"

Yeah right

She's my best friend and she's fucking complicated

"Look Joongie, whoever it is, they'll be lucky to have you ok. And if they don't see that then they're not worth it. No matter who it is. Guy or girl", she says comfortingly, "And you just have to try and learn like you did with guys. Just explain that you've never been with a girl before"

"Isn't that unrealistic?"

I mean I'm 25

Most guys have had experience with girls by now

She rolls her eyes, "No Hongjoong. There's plenty of reasons why a guy hasn't been with a girl. Not all guys think they're gay then realize their bi Joongie. Maybe the guy is a virgin. Or they're focused on school or their career"

"I don't know. That sounds flimsy"

She snorts, "You're also an idol Joongie. That screams not much time for anything too. I'm guessing that's why the guys don't have girlfriends or boyfriends either"

She's right about that

There's no time for a relationship but I'm willing to make it work

"Yeah I guess"

She nods, "So who is this girl? Is she a stylist?"

"No"

"Make up artist?", she guesses

I shake my head, "No"

"Staff member?"

"Nope"

"Idol?"

"No"

"What the fuck who is it? A friend of your brother's?"

"No", I answer, laughing when she gives me a glare

"One of the guys sisters or friends?"

"No"

"Do I even know her?"

"Yeah", I nod

"Who is it? I'm tired of guessing"

Here goes

"It's you"

She immediately snorts, "Right. Good one Joongie. Who is it really?"

I should have known she wouldn't believe me

I take her hand, slowly lacing our fingers, shocked at how right it feels

"It's you Jo", I say softly

It doesn't matter if she's a girl or a guy, it's her I want

The look of utter bewilderment on her face is adorable

"Me?"

I nod

"You're shitting me"

"Never", I answer, "I wouldn't joke about this"

She's silent and I know it's taking a while for it to sink in

"I can't stop thinking about you", I tell her, "I can't stop wanting to be around you. I have to literally restrain myself from kissing you, it's that bad"

Taking a huge risk, I lean closer to her

She doesn't move away and I take it as a good sign

Pressing my lips against hers, I immediately melt into her, her lips so soft against mine

I'm so fucking giddy when I feel her kiss me back, one of her arms sliding up my chest and wrapping around my neck

The kiss deepens, our tongues against each other and shivers run up my spine

Her kiss blows my mind, making me feel things I haven't felt before

And making me feel other things I haven't felt in a long time

The same lovey dovey feeling my first boyfriend gave me but more intense

When the kiss ends, I smile softly at her, moving some hair out of her face

"I want you Jo. So much. Would you wanna try with me?", I ask

"I haven't thought about it before Joongie. Me and you. Because you were all about guys. I can't tell you I have feelings for you like that"

My heart deflates

It sounds like I'm going to be rejected

"But I want to try with you Joongie", she says, smiling at me

My brain processes her words and I'm fucking ecstatic

"Yeah?"

She nods, "Yeah Joongie. I don't think I'll have a hard time falling for you. You're pretty amazing"

I beam at her even though my cheeks turn red from her words

"And hot", she adds

I laugh, "You're hot too jagi"

"Thanks", she giggles

"Are you....are you ok with me being bi?", I ask, knowing that some girls would have a problem with that

Hell, some guys would too

"Of course Joongie. I don't care about that. All that matters is that you're just mine"

I nod rapidly, "I am yours. I promise"

"I promise I'm yours"

I'm so fucking happy, it's ridiculous

Pulling her to me, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her earnestly

Her arms fly around my neck, her body as close to me as she can be

Deeping the kiss, I pull her in my lap, holding on to her tightly, letting all the feelings for her wash over me

I move my hands down her body, gripping her ass

She moans softly and goddamn that sound turns me on

I can't stop touching her, my hands roaming all over, getting to know her body

Being brave, I wrap my hands around her big boobs and squeeze, groaning in her mouth, my dick getting so hard

Her boobs are amazing

So squishy

So soft

So fucking big

Moving my tongue against hers, I slip my hands under her PJ shirt, her skin trembling against my fingertips

Fuck, I like that a lot

I slowly push her shirt up, taking it off, throwing it somewhere in the room

Leaning to her, I press kiss after kiss to her neck, her collarbone, her chest, loving the small whimpers she's making

I want to take her bra off but I don't know how

I've never done this before

I move my fingers on her bra strap, trying to feel how to take it off

"Wait", she says, stopping me

What did I do?

Did I do something wrong?

I probably did

Stupid

"Joongie, we don't have to", she says, cupping my cheeks, "Don't rush anything ok?"

I shake my head, "I'm not jagi"

She bites her lip, hesitantly

Maybe she doesn't want me like that yet

I'd be disappointed but I would never force her

"Are you ok baby?", I ask, keeping my arms around her waist

"I just...will it work? Will you..uh..get hard? I don't want you to get upset if it doesn't work"

I understand what she's saying

And I get it

She's unsure if she'd turn me on because she's a girl

I understand that it'll take time for her to get used to me being bi, me being attracted and wanting girls

Well, I may be attracted to other girls but I want only one girl

Her

I kinda threw a lot at her and I'm not upset

Grabbing her ass again, I push her down on my hard on as I press up into her

"It'll work baby"

Her cheeks turn so red as she feels me and it's so fucking cute

"You turn me on jagi. So much, you have no idea. I want to be with you so much. In more ways than one", I assure her, "But if you want to wait, we'll wait, baby. I'm perfectly happy kissing you"

Her cheeks turn pink again, her smile getting shy

"I want you too Joongie. I just don't want you to think we're moving too fast"

I shake my head, "We're not baby. I've known you my whole life Jo. Everything we'll do is at our pace"

"Ok", she nods, a genuine smile on her face, my heart beating so fast seeing it directed at me

"Fuck jagi, you're smile baby", I whisper, softly touching her face, "Best thing about you"

She laughs, the sound so musical, "Well you do know how to woo someone"

I smile, nodding, "I'm the best"

"Yeah you are", she agrees, her lips against mine in a sweet kiss

Sliding my hands back to her bra, I tug on it, "Can you show me how to get this thing off?

She laughs, nodding, "I'll turn around so you can see it Joong. You can figure out how to get it off"

That sounds like a good idea

She turns around and I lean closer to her bras strap, seeing the hooks that's attaching it together

Taking a side in each hand, I try to maneuver it to get it open

It's not coming off and it takes me a few tries before I get it open

I'm so gonna have to practice

She takes the bra off, throwing it on the floor, then turns around

And I proceed to choke on air

Jesus Christ, she's perfect

Those fucking boobs, those tattoos on her sides, her pretty stomach, her delicate neck, fuck me

I'm just lost in staring at her that I don't notice her trying to take my pj shirt off until she whines my name

"Sorry jagi", I say, helping her get my shirt off

"Jesus Christ Joongie", she murmurs, her hands running from my stomach to my chest, "So fucking hot"

I can't believe she thinks that about me

It's crazy

My brain shuts off when her lips press against my neck, kissing me, her small hands around me, roaming my back slowly

"Fuck baby", I moan, feeling her smirk against my skin

She presses kisses against this one spot on my neck, murmuring, "Fuck, I love this beauty mark baby"

I feel a huge smile burst in my face hearing her call me baby

God I fucking love it

Lifting her face to mine, I crash my lips to hers, gently pushing her down on my bed

She pulls me with her, turning into me as I lay next to her

Trailing kisses down her neck, I latch on to her nipple, sucking on her as I grope her ass

"Fuck baby", she moans, her hand moving in the back of my hair

She tugs lightly, turning me on even more

Holy shit, I had no idea I was into hair pulling but apparently I am

Moving my hand to her waistband, I hesitate, not knowing what to do

"Jagi...can...can you help me?", I ask shyly, "Can you show me how to make you feel good?"

She smiles softly, nodding, "Yeah Joongie"

"Ok", I smile back

I know I need to get her PJ pants off so I sit up pulling them down and off

My gaze lands on this tiny see through thing she calls underwear, my mind stalling

It looks so good on her, so fucking sexy

"You can take them off Joongie"

I snap back to the present, nodding, "Ok baby"

I slowly pull them down, my eyes on her body as I do it

Once her panties are off, I look at my girlfriend naked in my bed

And have a heart attack

She's stunning

Just perfect

I run my hands from her ankles to her thighs, slowly opening her legs

I've never seen a pussy in real life before

On porn sure but that's through a screen

Lowering my gaze, I whimper, "Oh fuck" as I look at her

So small, so fucking wet, so pretty

Goddamn, I just want to shove my cock in there and fuck her brains out

"Is uh.....are you....uh...?"

"Horny?", I finish for her

She bites her lip, nodding

"You have no fucking idea how much"

As it is my cock is straining against my pants and I'm pretty sure I'm leaking cum all in them

But I want to learn how to please her first before I get inside her

"Can...can I touch?", I ask

She nods, my hand immediately shooting out and running along her slit

"Oh god, so wet", I murmur

My fingers brush against her clit and she moans softly, her body tensing

"Feels good there?", I ask, watching her nod

Moving my fingers there, I rub her clit, watching her

"Is this good?"

Her hand moves down, her fingers over mine, moving mine in a circular motion

"Like that Joongie. Faster"

"Ok baby"

I follow her directions, watching her pussy get wetter and drip on my bed

Fuck

"Can I taste you?", I find myself asking

"Yes", she agrees

I lay down on my stomach, face to face with her dripping pussy and it's even more pretty up close

"What do I do?"

"Just lick for now"

Ok then

Moving my tongue by her hole, I press against her and lick up slowly, getting a taste

She moans just as I do

She tastes fucking good, oh my god

What the hell?

Running my tongue up and down her pussy, I push my face into her more, wanting more of her in my mouth

Her loud shouts indicate that I'm doing a good job

At least I think I am

I swirl my tongue around, getting more and more juice in my mouth and swallowing

How she tastes this good I don't know but fuck, I know I'm going to want to be down here all the time

Sliding my tongue up, I roll it over her clit, her hips immediately snapping in my face, her moan louder than before

"There Joongie. Please", she whines

Ok then

Lapping at her clit, I notice it throbbing and that each throb sends pleasure into my body

I don't know how I feel this bliss from eating her out but I'm not questioning it

I keep licking, her clit so soft against my tongue

"Joongie", she moans, her hand moving into my hair, tugging on the strands

I groan into her cunt, loving the hair pulling

"Baby...need...need.."

"What do you need babygirl? Tell me and I'll do whatever you want"

"Suck baby"

Suck?

Suck what?

I mean I know how to give a blow job, I'm good at them but that's when there's a dick in my mouth

And obviously she doesn't have one

"Where jagi?"

"Where you're licking"

Where I'm licking?

I lick her clit again, asking, "There?"

"Yes, fuck yes "

Huh, I guess I could suck on her clit

It's swollen enough for me to do it

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I suck once

And I'm immediately addicted

She screams as I suck faster, loving the way her bump throbs against my lips, loving how it feels in my mouth

How good it is to completely slurp on

I go hard, not wanting to let go of her for a second

Her hips move into my mouth, fucking my face and I fucking love it

Her back arches, her hand fisting my hair as she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Joongie, I'm gonna cum"

I suck as fast as I can hearing that

I want to make her cum so badly

The next suck had her screaming, her legs shaking around my head, her hand holding my face to her cunt as her orgasms

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong!", she cries, sending shivers down my spine

I didn't know how much I'd love hearing her scream my name

God, it's everything

All the while I don't stop sucking on her, helping her through her orgasm

When she lets go of my hair, I know she's done

Letting her clit go, I look down at her hole, surprised to see cream leaking from it

Without thinking, I press my tongue to her hole, licking up the cream

"Oh my fucking god", I groan as her sweet taste punches me in the face, "Fuck jagi, you're cum tastes so fucking good. Jesus Christ"

"I- really?", she asks, just as I start licking up more

"Yeah", I agree, making sure I get everything, "Fucking so sweet baby. Gotta be the best cum I ever tasted"

"You're shitting me", she says, gaping at me when I look up at her

I shake my head, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, "No jagi. I told you, I wouldn't lie to you about anything"

"Ok", she says, her entire face, neck and chest blushing

Sliding up next to her, I ask, "Was it ok? Did uh...did you like it? Did I do it right?"

Eating a pussy is vastly different from sucking a dick and I'm so worried I completely failed even though she came

"It was perfect baby", she assures me, surprising me

"Are...are you sure?", I ask

"Yeah", she smiles, "Are you sure that was the first time you ever ate pussy? Because your fucking tongue baby. You're mouth. Fuck"

Now it's my turn to blush, glad I'm good at something when it comes to a girl

I move my gaze to hers when I feel her hand on my cheek

"Kiss me Joongie"

Pulling her to me, I crash my lips against hers, reveling in the way her kiss feels

God, it's everything, sending chills up my spine and making my head spin

All that from her kiss

Fuck

As I kiss her, she pushes me down on the bed, her hands pulling my PJ pants down, making me so fucking excited

I lift my ass up so she can pull the pants and boxers off

"Oh my god Joongie", she gapes, her eyes on my dick

"What baby?", I ask, slightly panicked, "Is...is it not good? Is there something wrong-"

"No Hongjoong, of course not", she tells me, her hand wrapping around my dick, softly stroking me

Pleasure seeps in my body, making me stifle a moan

"You just have the biggest dick I've ever seen"

Yeah I've been told that before

And it's always a surprise for the other guy

I guess it's because I'm short for a guy and kinda small looking that guys were shocked when they saw how big my cock is

"Is...it's ok?", I ask again, wanting to make sure I'm what she wants

"More than ok Joongie. You're perfect baby"

Perfect

I can't believe she's using that word to describe me

To describe her yeah, but me?

No

I'm thrown out of my thoughts when I feel her tongue press against my slit

I immediately look at her, watching her lick the cum leaking from my head

"Fuck jagi", I whimpers, my body tensing in pleasure

"Mmm yummy Joongie"

"Fuck", I repeat, my mind imploding when it realize she likes the way I taste

Holy shit

All thoughts leave my mind when her mouth wraps around my head, sucking softly

"Oh god", I groan, feeling her mouth move faster with every suck, slowly building up the pleasure

Her hand moves in time with her mouth, making everything even better

She moves down my dick more, choking sounds coming from her when I enter her throat

She switches from sucking to bobbing her head up and down and fuck she's amazing at blow jobs

Shit

It's gotta be one of the best ones I ever had

She stops moving, keeping me in her mouth, as she slides down, her tongue licking and swirling around my head like rapid fire, making me choke out from the pleasure

"I can't deepthroat you yet baby", she says, between licks

I stare at her in shock that she even wants to do that to me

"Your cock is enormous and I can't get it all in right now"

"Ddd...d...", I stammer, trying and failing to tell her not to worry about it

"I just need to practice", she continues, her eyes flitting to mine, "Gonna let me practice on your dick baby?"

I nod my head so fast, I feel like a bobble head doll, "Yes....oh fuck...yes"

She smiles around my cock and I swear I can cum right now

"Good baby"

She begins sucking my head again and I'm so close

But I don't want to cum in her mouth

I'm dying to feel what it's like inside her

So, with much difficulty, I croak out, "Stop jagi. Ppp..please"

Her eyes snap to mine, widening and immediately getting off me

"I'm sorry", she apologizes, "Did it hurt? Did it not feel good? Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it baby"

I shake my head, trying to calm myself down as well as feeling horrified that she'd think I didn't like it

"Nnn..no jagi. It was amazing baby"

She raises her eyebrow, a skeptical look on her face

"It was baby. I promise, it was so good", I assure her, "I only stopped because I want to...uh..."

I feel my face turn hot, all of a sudden shy about telling her what I want

"You want to what baby?", she asks, confused

"I want ah...to be...uh...inside. You", I get out

Understanding enters her face, "Oh. Ok. I get it"

"How uh...how should we...", I trail off

I don't know how good it'll be for her since it's my first time with a girl

I don't want it to suck for her

"How about I ride you this time?", she suggests, "Since it's your first time"

That sounds amazing

"Yeah jagi", I nod, relief entering my body, "Ok"

"Are you sure Joongie? We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", she asks, "I don't want you to feel like you have to"

I shake my head, "That's not what's happening baby. I want to. Like really want too"

"Ok", she answers, pushing me down gently

I lay down waiting for her to get on me, my cock straining and aching to be inside her

"If you're uncomfortable tell me", she insists, "If it doesn't feel good or you don't like it, tell me. I won't be upset ok?"

I nod, "Yeah ok jagi"

I doubt I'm not going to like it

I'm pretty sure it's gonna be incredible

"Promise"

"I promise", I assure her

She nods and I grab her hips, helping her climb on top of me

I hold my dick up for her, so fucking excited

It's kinda mind blowing that I'm excited to have sex with a girl

But that's because it with her

My head slips inside her, my breath increasing

She starts sliding down fast but I stop her

"What's wrong?", she panics

"Relax jagi", I tell her, "I just want you to go slow. I want to feel all of you"

I want the full experience

I've heard the guys talk about sex with a girl, how good it feels getting their dick inside their pussy

I want to know what that's like

Her eyes blink in surprise but she nods, "Ok baby"

Now she slides down slower, wiggling onto my cock and I can't help but moan, my eyes watching her hole take me

She feels so fucking good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet

And warm

I had no idea she'd feel warm like this

"Oh my god Joongie", she moans as she takes me inside her, "Fuck, big dick"

"Feels good jagi?", I ask shyly

She nods as she bottoms me out, her pussy pulsing around me, her hips moving in a circular motion, grinding against me

Christ, that's good

"How...how does it feel for you?", she asks

"Fucking amazing baby"

Her eyes widen, "Are you sure?"

I nod, "Yeah jagi. Jesus, you're so tight, feel so good wrapped around me. And your constant throbbing feels so good"

Her whole face and chest turn red as she smiles shyly

"Can I move?", she asks

"Please jagi"

Her small hands lean on my stomach, her pussy sliding up my cock

My mouth drops at how wet she left me but I don't have much time to think about it as she moves back down fast, bottoming me out in one move

"Shit", I groan

"Ok?", she checks in

I nod, "Please baby, fuck me"

She bounces on me, taking me inside her over and over and I'm thrown into unbelievable pleasure

She's so fucking tight around me and pushing through that tightness is so pleasurable

She rocks against me in between bounces, moaning loudly as I rub inside her

"Fuck Hongjoong", she cries, turning me on hearing my name

She moves faster, rocking and grinding on my cock every time she takes me in

Her pussy is holding my cock in a vice grip, throbbing wonderfully

I'm in so much bliss, I can't think

My eyes move all over her body, mesmerized by how she moves on me

Her big boobs are jiggling hard, beads of sweat running down between them and that sight fucking makes me so horny

Gripping her boobs, I squeeze over and over, listening to her whimpers

My gaze moves down to where she's fucking me, my mind blowing at how much cream is coming from her pussy

She completely coats my cock, it's so pretty

I've never experienced this before

I've heard the guys talk about fucking a creamy pussy but I didn't really know how that worked

Unless I used lube, there was nothing like that when fucking guys

Now I fucking know what they were talking about and I know why they loved it

I fucking get it now

She leans back, her hands on my thighs as she bounces rapidly

"Oh god Joongie", she yells, "So fucking good"

Her cunt is pulsing faster as she goes, getting more and more wet, giving me pleasure to the max

"Hongjoong!", she yells, "I'm gonna cum"

Yes, fuck yes

"I'm gonna cum on your cock! Oh god"

"Yes baby, cum for me", I urge her, excited beyond belief to feel it

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong! Oh god, Hongjoong!", she screams as she cums

Unbelievable bliss hits my body and I force my eyes open to watch her

She's fucking gorgeous when she cums

Her body is shaking, her head back, pleasure all over her sweaty face, calling my name over and over

I glance down at her cunt and am shocked at how creamy her cum is

The pleasure and watching her throws me over the edge and I scream, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes Hongjoong! Cum inside me", she whines

"Oh my fucking god, Joanne!", I shout, pulling her down my cock as pure ecstacy slams into my body, stars blasting in my vision as I cum inside her pulsing cunt

I can't speak, just make moans as an intense orgasm runs through me

She resumes bouncing on me, making the pleasure last longer

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot Joongie", she murmurs, her small hands on my chest, "So beautiful baby"

I hear her and if I wasn't in such bliss, I'd be blushing so hard

But I can do anything but hold her hips hard, moaning her name over and over

As I come back to my senses, I feel her lips pressing soft kisses all over my face

"Jagi", I whisper

"Mm baby"

Touching her face, I move her so her lips press against mine, kissing her

She immediately kisses me, deepening it as she moves off me, laying in my arms

I turn to her, tightening my arms around her, pulling her right against me

After the kiss, she snuggles into me and fuck holding her feels so right

Like she belongs in my arms

I love that feeling

"Was it good?", she asks

"Amazing", I answer, "Fuck the way you move baby. So fucking pretty. You felt so good jagi. So good"

"Oh good", she breathes in relief

"Was it good for you?", I ask

I didn't do much, just watched her bounce on my dick

"Incredible Joongie. You're so big and God, it felt amazing"

I smile softly, glad I was able to make her feel good

"I'm sorry I couldn't last longer", I tell her

I'm not sure how many orgasms she's used to when fucking but I couldn't hold it back

"Shush baby", she says, running her fingers in my hair, "It's fine baby. You never have to apologize for that ok? I want you to cum whenever you want when we're together ok?"

I nod, "Ok", relieved she's not disappointed about that

"Should we get dressed?"

Absolutely not

I love feeling her skin against mine and I want her against me for longer

"No jagi. We can stay like this"

She raises her eyebrow, "What if Seonghwa comes in?"

"I told him not to. He...he knows I was going to tell you how I feel about you and he agreed to stay out of the room for the night"

"Oh. Seonghwa knew?"

"Yeah. I needed someone to give me advice. He noticed I was nervous and acting differently and he asked me about it. He encouraged me to tell you"

She smiles, "Well I'm glad he did baby. And I'm glad we can stay naked together for the whole night"

"Me too", I grin, kissing her, loving the feeling of her lips against mine

After, she cuddles into me, leaning her head against my neck, "You're so comfy Joongie. Can we sleep baby?"

"Yeah baby", I agree, utterly excited, happy to have her here the entire night

Wrapping her in my arms, I kiss her cheek and holding her tightly, I close my eyes

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Movement against my cheek wakes me up and I open my eyes groggily to see what's going

"Hi baby", she says, kissing my cheek

Last night comes roaring back and I realize who's next to me

A huge smile bursts on my face as I turn my body to her

"Hi jagi", I say softly, then press a soft kiss to her lips

This is officially my favorite way to wake up

She responds, her arms moving around my neck, pressing her body against mine

My arms stay around her, my one hand on her back, the other groping and squeezing her cute ass

"Hongjoong!", I hear, just as the door opens

Fuck

I manage to pull the blanket over our lower halves just as San appears in the doorway

Her naked back and my chest are exposed as I keep tugging the blanket up

"Uh what the fuck is going on?", San gapes at me and her, "Are you....fucking Joanne?"

"What?", Wooyoung yells

Oh god

Wooyoung slams into the door as he slides into my room, his eyes widen when he sees us in the compromising position

"Are you naked? Is she naked?", Wooyoung exclaims

"Yes", I growl, "Get the fuck out"

"Did you really? With her? You know she's a girl right?", Wooyoung continues

"Obviously", I snap, "She's my girlfriend. Now go away!"

"I don't understand. You're gay!", San yells

"Did your dick work? How did you get hard?", Wooyoung questions

"Oh my god!", she roars, "He's bi! He's my boyfriend, I'm his girlfriend, yes we fucked, yes his dick works just fine! Get the fuck out! Now!"

"Girlfriend?", Wooyoung asks stupidly

"Bi?", San repeats

"Oh my god I'm gonna kill them", she mutters angrily

"Can you get the fuck out? I'll explain everything later alright? Leave us alone right now", I snarl

"Are you gonna fuck again?"

"Get out!"

"Fine. But I'm telling everyone", Wooyoung says

"Don't-", I start but Wooyoung leaves the room yelling, "Hey guys! Guess what Hongjoong is doing?"

San just shrugs then closes the door

"You're members are idiots", she mutters

I nod in agreement, "But you knew that already"

"Yeah", she sighs, "Should we go out there?"

We should but I really don't want to

I'm too comfortable with her

"Fuck em", I say, "For now anyway. I wanna stay with you"

She smiles brightly, "Good"

Then she pulls me right back to her, her lips melting against mine

[starsomens]

Noah x reader with scene 14 and dialogues 1 & 9 please? 🖤🥹 fluff to start but no harm in adding in some NSFW 😉

Note: I put a lil twist in it! I hope this is okay!

Wantings: slight smut! 80% implied 20% written smut! But not a full on smut! Maybe a part 2 even ????? Some angst to fluff with some smut!

14: Embraces from behind where the other person nuzzles their nose into your neck; 1:"Stay with me tonight. please.", 9"you're absolutely perfect in my eyes."

The crowd roared in applause as you watch Noah close the show once again. That was it, the end of this tour and just like the others in the past, this was amazing as it was tiring. You were one of their staff and nothing more. The first thing you were ever told when finding bands to help on tour was

“Never get involved"

You had thought to yourself "this is a job, I'm not going to fall in love. That's silly" Now that is what you ha said at the start of this job. You tour with Bad Omens, male sure they're on time, things are in place, reservations are in order and of course helping with the band members as well. They were all so sweet and talented and honestly just a pleasure to work with.

Then there was Noah. Noah Sebastian, lead vocalist, song writer, producer of the band. He also holds the title of holding your heart captive. You never intended for it to go this way, you were trying to not get involved like they told you. At first it was just some glances that turned into conversations. Conversations would lead into the late night, where you scooch closer to one another. Hugs and handshakes lingered until one day it just snapped. Flirting became, soft touches, soft touches became caresses, caresses became kisses. Then it happened again...and again...and again...and again...and again. Until one day, during one his performances, he made eye contact with you during 'Bad Decisions' and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. Not in fear...no this feeling was scarier than fear...

"You can be all I got what the difference?" It was the way he looked at you when he said it. There was a gaze in his eyes as he breathed out the words. His eyes were deep and meaningful, like he was screaming something that couldn't be heard and it felt as though time had slowed down. "You and me and a lot of bad decisions. All I know..."

Bad decisions huh?

It was after about 7 months into your job thag you realized what it was that you wanted. You wanted Noah. You wanted to be with him and he's told you the same thing. He's offered for you to even keep your job if you wanted but, he wanted you to be his as much as you wanted him....but it couldn't be. So you made a very hard decision to leave. It would be better that way. So on the day you gave your 2 weeks notice you had asked Noah if you could stop by to talk with him. You had no idea how you'd tell him, let alone face him knowing you were going to leave.

So here you stood at his door waiting for him to answer. The setting sun blinging you as your palms were sweaty, your heart ached yet it drummed against your chest violently. You could hear Harper barking as he unlocked the door. He answered with a smile to which you had became accustomed to.

"Hey, come in. I'm really glad you stopped by today" he said enthusiastically, it was so out of his nature compared to who he was on stage. "How have you been?" he asked as he closed the door behind you

"I've been alright a little bus-" he cuts you off in a tight hug. Oh god, they way you could melt right there and then, so soft, warm and safe

“ listen I have something I really want to talk to you about.” he says, as he pulls away from you, resting his hands on your shoulders, giving him a slight squeeze. Some thing he would always do before he getting ready to go out on stage

"I do too Noah, let's sit down" you take his hand and lead him over to the sofa. After taking your seats his hand naturally lands on your knee, a habit he had grown into

"Look Noah I won't beat around the bush or lead you on and just come out with it...." you could see his face fall into a face of worry, his mind already jumping to conclusions. "...I'm not...going to be working with you...all anymore" you confess without even looking him the eye. You couldn't. If you looked at him now, you knew you wouldn't be able to walk away

"What? What do you mean? Did they fire you? They can't do that!"

"No they didn't I....I quit...." you tell him feeling your heart race and your palms sweat. You didn't want him to be upset or to panic

"You...you quit?" he seemed hurt from what you said "Was it....did I do something? Y/N, if I did I am so sorry I just wanted-"

"No, no it wasn't you Noah, I just...it's not...ugh" you take a deep breath and let it out "We are...very different Noah. You're this talented man in a band who is growing rapidly and with success you absolutely deserve and more" a tear finally falling from you eye as you verbally bring your thought into light "I'm just....someone who helps and I just don't fit in your world Noah. I'm just someone who you ran into. Not someone you could be with. I care about you and I love spending time with you and i....I...." you wanted to say it, it was killing you not to! But it just didn't come out

"Y/N...none of that is true" his spoke softly, his large hands cup your face. Holding you so gently, like you were made of glass, "None of it! Y/N I can't force you to work there but I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine, please..." he lowered his head to meet your eyes. His eyes pleading for you to understand what he was saying "Y/N, these past few months have been the best I have ever experienced and it's because of you. You are so much more than you say, so what if I'm in a band. I still care about you and want you in my life."

Your hands come up to hold his large hands "Noah I...I-I..." you sniff and shut your eyes "i have to go.." you say softly and stand from your spot quickly and make you way to the door

"Y/N, wait!" He stood up after you. He just couldn’t let you go. He felt like he found something he wasn’t supposed to lose. Just as your hand touch the door knob, he stopped you. His arms circling around you. Your back close to his chest and his head fell into your neck. He hold you tightly against him not planning on letting you get away.

Practically feel his heart beating against his chest. “ please don’t go not like this.” he said, breaking the silence. “ I feel so bad for you and I don’t want to lose it. After all this time I have feelings for you. I know we come from different place and you think we can’t be but we can! None of that matters…you matter to me…” your hands come to rest over his own arms hugging him back

“Noah I…..have feeling for you too….but I-“

“But nothing!” He cuts you off and turns you around “you absolutely perfect in my eyes. Perfect...in everyway” he rested his forehead on yours. His dark eyes staring into your E/C ones. His eyes flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes. His face inching closer to yours. His soft lips brush against yours

"Stay with me tonight...please.." he whispered against your lips

"noah..." you subconsciously call out to him before he crashes down on to your lips. It was different from all the pecks and make out sessions you had. This one was gentle, deep, passionate and full of what you could only know as love. His arm circles around you and pulls you closer into him. He pulls away from you, only enough to catch your breath

"will you stay with me..?" you knew he meant not just for the night. He meant tomorrow, and after that, and even more after that. You nod your head and boldly step forward to reconnect with his lips. You feet stumble together as you move through the house. running into walls, stopping to open doors, fumbling to get clothes off.

Gasps of air and pants filled the room. Your skin against his own, not remembering where you start and he ends. His kisses against your skin felt like fire, leaving marking in your skin forever. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer to you. The weight of his body shifting on top of you, making you feel like nothing you’ve felt before. Was this love? Not just the sex, not just the sneaky kisses, but did you love Noah? For who he was, everything you’ve told him, everything he’s accomplished? Could you live him and could he love you?

“God…Y/N!” He moaned “fuck…Y/N I! Fuck! I love you! Shit I love you!” He moaned loud enough for the entire house to hear. Nothing could have prepared you for that or for

“I love you Noah! Ah!” For that. He falls next to you after hours of passionate sex. This was the first time you were intimate together in that way. It was so much more than you could imagine…it was otherworldly. Noah pulls you close to him and kisses the side of your head

“I hope you know I didn’t say that just because we were having sex”

“I uh…I meant it too..” you admit as you let yourself become vulnerable and let yourself be consumed by his embrace

“I really do love you Y/N. And I want this to be something beautiful and serious” he kissed your forehead again “I’m glad you stayed with me tonight”

You snuggle your face into his chest and smile to yourself

“Me too”

You in fact did stay that night. And the night after that one, and after that one, and after a few more and a few more.

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JE PENSE À TOI a bipoole fanmix 🩵

This playlist is a fill for the following anonymous Happy HoliNBGays prompt:

Character(s): Any Rookie/Any Vet

Prompt: I'm a free agent. Convince me YOUR 🫵 fav Rookie/Vet combo are kissing. (We're being generous with the definition here young vets count, sophomores count...)

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Link on AO3

Playlist to follow:

Full - MHD

(Original French, Malinke) N'gatié, je suis rempli de talent On reprend du service, ça recommence Faut les billets violets en abondance Ils le savent qu'on est rempli de talent

N'gatié, je suis rempli de talent Ça fait des années que je suis man on fire

(English translation) Listen, I'm full of talent We're back in action, here we go again Gotta have those purple bills in abundance They know we're loaded with talent Listen, I'm full of talent I've been a man on fire for years

Round & Round - Pa Salieu

I love the way that you hold yourself I pray daily for your peace and health Overcame so much, I love your strength Even when the world it move so tense I love the way that you so content Hardship gave you deep knowledge Come to me, when you seek solace ... 'Cause when you feel pain, I feel it too Anything, anything we'll make it through Badman, you know what I do Round and round, but I still need you

Absolutely Cuckoo - Magnetic Fields

Don't fall in love with me yet We've only recently met True I'm in love with you but You might decide I'm a nut

Give me a week or two to Go absolutely cuckoo Then, when you see your error Then, you can flee in terror

Like everybody else does—

Tomorrow - Tyler, the Creator

Yеah, what's gotten into me? Nah, that ain't the energy That version of T that you knew is a memory

...

Will I flip the switch and finally settle down Or go the other way and keep my panties down? Uh-huh, I'm too paranoid, so Imma air it out And any pressure that you putting on me, Imma tear it down

White Walls - GoldLink

I don't like to say, no, nah I don't do dope, I shoot shells Bring me beef or bring me hell I don't do well, I shoot shells Bring me beef or bring me hell I don't do well, I shoot shells Bring me beef, bring me hell I don't do well, I shoot—

Fire!

You my best man

Lonely - Yeek

Let's make love Let's make babiеs Oh my god, what am I saying? Let's make love—

Maybе it's too much Maybe it's too much Maybe it's too much I just want your love

Fuck and Run - Liz Phair

What ever happened to a boyfriend? The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it

And I want a boyfriend I want a boyfriend I want all that stupid old shit Like letters and sodas

Nothing Matters - Vince Staples

But, baby, everybody love me, I'm a joint Still, my heart is hollow, I don't mean to disappoint ... I don't wanna fight no more Who told the lie and said that life was short?

Nothing really matters Nothing really matters at all Nothing really matters Nothing really matters at all

1h55 - Tiakola

(Original French) J 'ignore pourquoi j'ai du mal à dire : « Sorry » (Sorry) Pour toi, j'étais prêt à remettre le masque de ski

1:55, j'repense à toi 1:55, j'repense à toi 1:55, j'repense à toi 1:55, j'repense à toi 1:55, j'repense à toi 1:55, j'repense à toi

(English translation) I don't know why it's so hard for me to say sorry For you, I was ready to put the ski mask back on

1:55, I'm thinking about you 1:55, I'm thinking about you 1:55, I'm thinking about you 1:55, I'm thinking about you 1:55, I'm thinking about you 1:55, I'm thinking about you

Twice - James Blake, Lil Yachty

All smiles, baby Even when it ain't, 'cause that's on us You think they shit don't stink? Fuck 'em Man, fuck all them

They think they better than us They not better than us I love you, I hate them They love us, we hate them

i recovered from this - JPEGMAFIA

I been stuck in a car with the child-lock, tryna break out and answer the call: Can you hear it? Actual love, actual heart, actual caring Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hating 'Cause they hatin', no debatin'

We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces Now we counting blue faces

Funny how time flies when you're having fun (please stay)

I Know It's True But I'm Sorry To Say - Violent Femmes

I know it's true, but I'm sorry to say I just can't handle things this way I know it's late, but I'd like to stay a while See you smile

... 

Oh, my body has been punished Lord, I think I've had enough Oh, my body has been punished With too much and not enough Oh, my body has been punished And my mind can no longer bluff

My mind is so unkind My mind is so unkind It keeps me crying all the time

I know it's true, but I'm sorry to say Yesterday's a day away

Je pense à toi - Amadou & Mariam

(Original French) Certains t′ont promi la Terre D'autres promettrent le Ciel Y'en a qui t′ont promi la Lune Et moi je n′ai rien que ma pauvre guitare

Je pense à toi, mon amour, ma bien aimée Ne m'abandonnes pas, mon amour, ma chérie

(English translation) Some have promised you the world Others promised heaven There are those who promised you the moon And I have nothing but my poor guitar

I think of you, my love, my beloved Do not abandon me, my love, my darling

[josefavomjaaga]

Soult on several French officers

This is taken from the book »Life of General Sir William Napier«, Volume 1. Soult, while in England for the coronation of Queen Victoria, talk to British historian Napier, who wants to know his opinion on several French officers. As usual, Soult is not very forthcoming, his statements are rather brief. There are longer ones on Hoche, on Napoleon and on Joseph Bonaparte, however, that I might post separately if there’s interest. Or you can just look them up yourself under the above link (page 505, bottom, ff, »Generals of the Revolution«). For once, it’s all in English. So, here are Soult’s verdicts on:

MARCEAU. "Marceau was clever and good, and of great promise, but he had little experience before he fell."

This general I had to look up: He died from his wounds in Austrian captivity in 1796.

MOREAU. "No great things."

AUGEREAU. Ditto.

JUNOT. Ditto.

GOUVION ST. CYR. "A clever man and a good officer, but deficient in enterprise and vigour."

MACDONALD. "Too regular, too methodical; an excellent man, but not a great general.”

NEY. "No extent of capacity: but he was unfortunate; he is dead."

VICTOR. "An old woman, quite incapable."

There are some funny scenes with this marshal that Brun de Villeret describes in his Cahiers. Apparently, Brun needed to go calm down Victor on several occasions.

JOURDAN. "Not capable of leading large armies."

MASSENA. "Excellent in great danger; negligent and of no goodness out of danger. Knew war well."

That’s a little less praise for Masséna than in his memoirs. But Soult is all around bragging a lot in this conversation, though it’s hard to tell how much of it may have been jokingly. (Then again – Soult and joking? Probably not.)

MARMONT. "Understands the theory of war perfectly. History will tell what he did with his knowledge." (This was accompanied with a sardonic smile.)

And of course refers to Marmont’s alleged betrayal of Napoleon in 1814.

REGNIER. "An excellent officer." (I denied this, and gave Soult the history of his operations at Sabugal.) Soult replied that he was considered to be a great officer in France; but if what I said could not be controverted as to fact, he was not a great officer, his reputation was unmerited. (The facts were correctly stated, but Regnier was certainly disaffected to Napoleon at the time; his unskilful conduct might have been intentional.)

DESAIX. "Clever, indefatigable, always improving his mind, full of information about his profession, a great soldier, a noble character in all points of view; perhaps not amongst the greatest of generals by nature, but likely to become so by study and practice, when he was killed."

KLEBER. "Knew him perfectly; colossal in body, colossal in mind. He was the god of war; Mars in human shape. He knew more than Hoche, more than Desaix; he was a greater general, but he was idle, indolent, he would not work."

BERTHIER and CLARKE.

"Old women - Catins. The Emperor knew them and their talents; they were fit for tools, machines, good for writing down his orders and making arrangements according to rule; he employed them for nothing else. Bah! they were very poor. I could do their work as well or better than they could, but the Emperor was too wise to employ a man of my character at a desk; he knew I could control and tame wild men, and he employed me to do so."

You could do Berthier’s and Clarke’s job easily, huh? Well, I could name one battle of Waterloo that says otherwise, Monsieur! (So does Napier, btw.)

I think between Berthier and Soult all bridges were burnt. And it really may have been not only from Soult’s side. I can quite imagine how somebody like Berthier, “l’homme de Versailles”, coming from a noble background and placing great value on politeness and good manners, would react to Soult.

[emmetverse]

Roach did not like all this waiting around. He had no idea what they were even waiting for. At least back home he could build random stuff or annoy people or talk to his friends. Here it was just... Eerie.

The more he paced around, the more he noticed how every inch of this place seemed to be Kragled. Not even a scrap of rock was uncovered. That's what he assumed, at least. There was nothing else it really could be. The idea of a timeline where Business won made his insides squirm. The whole world like this. But hey. Time, frozen, stagnating - those are the kinds of worlds they relied on to even keep surviving here.

Still.

He kicked one of the pews lightly. His foot left a scuff on the translucent surface. Somehow, that was worse.

He eventually found the other Emmet in one of the back rooms of the cathedral. The smaller, mousy-haired one. He was sitting by a couple of bags, trying to rearrange them for the upcoming trip.

"Hey."

The man squeaked, dropping a bottle of water and spinning around with wide eyes. His shoulders relaxed only a little when he saw who it was.

"Just me," Roach chuckled anyway. "Uh.. You need help?"

"Oh. Um... No, thank you." His voice was very soft - nearer a whisper than talking. He turned back to his work without another word, checking the little bottle was alright before tucking it into the side of the bag.

Roach just sat nearby, knee bouncing steadily faster, chewing his tongue.

"What's your deal, anyway?" He blurted, taking himself somewhat by surprise.

The man hesitated. He glanced to the door before he answered. "How do you mean?"

"Like... Who are you? You magically healed me and then left while that guy was being all cryptic." Roach gestured vaguely. "If you want me to just, I guess, pretend you don't exist then sure. But frankly, I'm understimulated as hell, and the idea of treating you like some doormat is extremely unappealing."

That made him smile. Finally, something other than an expression like a deer in headlights. He looked to the door once more before sitting himself on the cold floor.

"Well, um... I'm Emmet."

"Well, duh."

He laughed softly. "Right. You all gave each other nicknames to make it less confusing, didn't you?"

"You guys haven't?"

"Not much point when there's only two of us." He shrugged. "He calls me 'magic guy' sometimes, among other things."

"That's boring."

"You get bored easily, hm?"

"Don't psychoanalyse me."

He shook his head lightly, still smiling. But his voice didn't get much louder.

"Um... I'm a Cleric."

Roach tilted his head. "Like a priest?"

"Hm," He hummed. "Not really. I mean, it does mean that. But it's more a term for..." He paused again, thinking of how to word it. "A servant of a god. So - well, not a monk, they're martial artists - but... I don't know how to explain it. My god helps me channel magic. I guess it's religious, but I didn't really choose him, so..."

"The Man Upstairs?"

He nodded quickly. "Yes. I've heard that all of us know of him in one way or another."

"Tell me about it," Roach huffed, leaning back and stretching his legs out. "So he forced you to...?"

"No, no. A paladin. But only for three levels."

"... What?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. It's something I've learned doesn't really exist anywhere else."

Roach raised an eyebrow, studying him for a moment. Then shrugged. "Well, Cleric, it's a pleasure to meet you properly."

"And you, uh.." His face fell. "You never told me."

And Roach hesitated. Because he could say anything. But god, his brain was going blank. He blinked himself out of his thoughts, looking up to see that soft, understanding smile.

"You don't like the nickname they gave you, huh?"

"Wh- I said don't psycho-..." He pouted. "It's that obvious?"

"A little."

"Man, if only the others were that perceptive."

"It's a talent," he shrugged. "It's a pleasure to meet you anyway, buddy."

The door slammed open before he could say a word, shaking the building itself. The man stood there. Scowling. Without a single word, he turned and left, leaving the door to slowly creak back shut.

"Jeez."

Cleric swallowed, waiting for the footsteps to leave before relaxing. Their voice was barely a whisper. "He likes quiet."

"And people say I can be intense..."

[uenodivision]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Shisuta Heisha

~ ~ November 1st ~ ~

"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything You gave me'."

Login Lines:

"...You're growing up so fast, little plant! Just last week you were only a little bud, but now you've grown about two inches and are on your way. With a little more sunlight, some water and the blessings from God, you'll soon be on your way to adulthood. ...Oh, hello there! Welcome to 'Bloom and Grace'. How can I help you?"

"...A letter? To me? May I know why? ...Oh, open it? Very well. ...'Happy birthday, Shisuta-san...?' ...Oh my. Did I forget my birthday again?"

Voice Lines:

"29 years old. Just one year shy of 30. Almost three decades the Lord has blessed me with. I can scarcely believe it. Still, 29 is still a blessing in, of itself. It represents self-discovery, inner wisdom, and spiritual enlightenment. I must remember to practice those at all times."

"The manager at the 'Bloom and Grace' told me I could take the rest of the week off for my birthday. I told her that was nice, but unnecessary since my work there was less for financial reasons, and more for just liking what I do. ...Besides, the moment people heard about my birthday, the shop suddenly had an inflex of customers come through."

"My sisters at the church got together and threw a small surprise party for me, which was really nice! They also wanted me to take an offering, but... I refused. I instead told them to donate it to the charity center in Ueno. Seeing money go to those less fortunate is more of a birthday gift than I could ever receive, because it gives them hope for the future."

"Aranai-chan. A fine day to you, my daughter. ...Really? But... don't you have work. ...Ah, you took the day off? Well, that is understandable. Thank you, that means a lot. ...So, what is this now?

A... flower arrangement? You... you did this yourself?! ...Oh. Aranai-chan... I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. ...No, don't! I won't forgive you if you take this away. The fact you created this yourself, Aranai-chan, it... it speaks volumes. Thank you... I'll be sure to water and take care of these every day. ...Thank you, I love you too."

"Kisouna-san. ...Thank you. It is good to see you, as well. ...Thank you, but that is not necessary. Looking after Yomi-chan is a blessing, and I'm glad to do it. ...I understand, but just remember, as important as your work is, being a mother is equally important. ...I'm glad. I know Yomi-chan will be thankful, as well."

"Oh, what's this? A... prayer box? ...Oh, yes! Praying in front of one of these, or simply putting a prayer inside of them can help to make miracles happen. ...Thank you, Kisouna-san. I will undoubtedly pray for both you, and Yomi-chan, as well as the city of Ueno. ...Thank you, Kisouna-san. I really appreciate it."

Aranai Lines:

"Hey mom, happy birthday! So, is there anything you want to do today? If so, we can. ...No, it's fine, I took the day off from work. If someone needs something delivered, it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Work comes and goes, but a person's birthday only comes once a year. ...Well, if you have somewhere to go, just let me know. In the meantime, here."

"Yeah, I know you don't care for store-bought gifts, so this was my first attempt at making something by hand. It's a flower arrangement. I looked up some videos on the Internet to see if I could do it right. ...Shisuta-san?! ...I knew it. It sucks, doesn't it? Let me get rid of it. ...Huh?! Oh, you... you like it. ...Oh, well... if you like it, then I'm fine with it. ...Thanks mom, happy birthday. Love you."

Kisouna Lines:

"Shisuta-san. A very happy birthday to you. It is good to see you doing well on this day. ...Since it's your birthday, I can pick up and watch Yomi-chan today, if you wish. ...Very well. I'm glad I can rely on you to watch her. I... I know I need to do better with taking care of her, but thank you. ...You are right. I will endeavor to better."

"...Ah yes, this is for you, for your birthday. ...Yes, a prayer box. You mentioned that it can help deepen one's spiritual connection to God, so I created one for you. ...I am glad you like it. I know you will use it. ...No, that is fine. I just ask that you don't forget to pray for me or my daughter. ...Thank you, Shisuta-san. Happy birthday once more."

[fieldofdaisiies]

Meet Me In the Woods Tonight

This is part of a collaborative project - the writing circle by @azrielshadowssing . Part 1 has been done by @foundress0fnothing and was so wonderfully written. If you haven’t read it already you have to check it out as soon as possible, it was amazing and I really hope I did the storyline justice. A big thank you to @autumndreaming7 for beta-reading this story💛

Part 2:

Eris was sure the spymaster was staring holes into his back when he strutted ahead, over the rusty pine needle carpet beneath him. The weathered trees surrounding them were large, brushed the sky and made the temperature in the forest feel comfortably cool. 

“You know Moreno, you can have a little trust in me.”

Eris could perfectly hear the snort that left his colleague — Azriel Moreno, head of the IT department of VelTech. 

Biting down on his own lip, Eris stopped himself from grinning. God, did he love to annoy his co-worker. For two reasons actually: one was that Azriel Moreno was too much of a brooding person and Eris really wanted to crack through the surface to see what was lurking behind this stoic expression and the cold demeanor. And secondly, Azriel Moreno was damn hot and definitely the most attractive man he had ever seen and god, did he love to tease him.

“I don’t know you, so I don’t trust you,” Azriel answerd matter-of-factly.

Well, that somehow hurt a little, Eris concluded. His thumbs pressed into the map he held in his hands and he stopped, glimpsing at Azriel over his shoulder. “Bummer,” Eris muttered. “Seems like you really weren’t paying attention during team building.”

Azriel slid his hands into the pockets of his pants when he finally met Eris’ gaze. “And you were paying attention because you care or to pass the silly exercise? Short term memory to show off, huh?”

A cold chuckle left Eris at that. “Saved in my long term memory.” He paused for a moment. “You like computers, you have two half-brothers and you have definitely broken more than two bones.”

His brows laying in furrows, Azriel stepped over the pinecones scattered across the path and he walked up to Eris. “You are speaking in riddles.” “No, I am showing you that I paid attention in order to remember things about my colleagues. Other than you I care about what people said during this icebreaker game.”

Eris could practically see how awareness dawned on his colleague, more than earlier during the exercise. For a moment his eyes widened, his lips —god, those plump and perfect lips— parted and Azriel looked stunned. 

“So am I correct?” Eris pushed. He knew he was right, had done enough research on all his co-workers. He was the company’s lawyer, he had to know things. 

“You are,” Azriel grumbled. “You are right.” 

Eris tried to hold his gaze for a little longer but suddenly Moreno looked past him, up a tree and the corner of his mouth curled up.

A warm tingling sensation filled Eris’s chest at that — that damn smile would be his end. That smile was barely there but Eris assumed that it could already light up this rather dark forest. 

It was only when he caught himself that Eris as well looked up to where his partner was looking and—

“Flag!”

“Flag,” Eris repeated, his own astonishment just as acute as Azriel’s. 

“Who knew this would be so easy?” Azriel flashed Eris an incredulous look and gave his head a tiny little shake. 

The lawyer smiled brightly. “I told you that you should trust me.”

The head of IT brushed his hand through the air and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You did nothing, Eris, you just walked straight ahead and we stopped.”

“Maybe we are just a good team and incredibly talented?” 

There was a smirk on Eris’ lips and he loved the sound of ‘we are a team’. 

Even Azriel’s mask broke a little at that and the most adorable snicker left the man. Eris’ heart made a tiny happy skip at that noise and he knew he would love to hear this more often. 

“You are taller, try to reach up and grab it,” Azriel suggested. The two men looked around them, making sure they were really alone and the flag would not be stolen from them. 

Eris watched as Azriel narrowed his eyes at the distance, but they were truly alone. 

Idiots, the lawyer thought, the first flag was so easy to catch but apparently all the others walked in the completely wrong direction. Azriel should really have more trust in him, Eris concluded, but had to admit that finding this first flag was pure luck. 

“Good, I’ll do it.” He liked it that Azriel had obviously been examining him as well. How else would he know that Eris was just a little taller? That made some male pride appear in him, knowing that the head of IT might also be a little attracted and that—

Fuck, did his cheeks just warm? God, that was not good. 

Eris quickly turned his back to Az, nearing the large tree, the flag dangling from one of the branches a little higher up. With narrowed eyes, Eris glanced upwards, looking at the sun covered by branches, tree tops and leaves, and he thought to himself what a lovely day it was.

He took the map in one hand, went onto his tip toes and stretched out to his full length, reaching upwards. His fingers brushed the flag, but it slipped.

“Try again!” Azriel pushed and Eris liked how eager he was. Azriel's sudden determination was attractive and surprising. Where did that come from? 

He reached even further upwards, catching the flag between his middle and index finger, and pulled on it until it was free and he proudly held it in his hand. 

Lowering himself to the ground and looking over his shoulder, he shamelessly caught the head of IT staring at him. Azriel’s lips where slightly parted, eyes darkened, fixed on Eris’ midriff where the shirt had slipped upwards. 

Internally the lawyer thanked himself that he had dragged himself to the gym four days a week and that for the past six months– these abs could definitely be shown off and he loved that Azriel apparently appreciated them.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Eris drawled, drawing Azriel’s attention back to his…mouth. Did Azriel just look at his mouth? Or was he mistaken? Maybe it had been wishful thinking as now Azriel was staring — glowering— straight into his eyes.

“Don’t blabber and rather focus on the map. Where do we have to head next?” “So you do trust me now?” Eris said, smiling brightly. “With the map and leading the way?”

Azriel waved his hand through the air and stalked forward. “Whatever. Just keep going.”

His question why he was so eager and trusted him all of a sudden, Azriel masterfully ignored. And Eris also did not question further, his eyes trained on the map, coordinating the way they would be heading. 

He knew exactly where to go next, but he chose to go a longer route. He just wanted to…he actually did not know what he wanted and why he had chosen the longer route. Maybe spend more time with Az?

He did not really care about winning for the first time in his life. There was now a new priority and that somehow scared him. Especially since he had no idea if Azriel even liked men. Yes, he caught him looking but still…

The second flag was once again surprisingly easy to find and Eris really questioned if Helion should have put more effort into it. This was silly? How was it so easy for them to find the flags - the second one had just been dangling in a bush. 

But he soon got his answer when they started looking for the third. 

The sun moved over their head, signaling them that a lot of time had already passed and so it was time for a little break. They had taken two water bottles along with them and slouched down against trees, taking five minutes to rest a little. 

“Are you and your half-brothers close?” Eris questioned out of the blue, hoping he could make some conversation. He himself had a half brother, Lucien. They had not always had the best relationship but now they were close, very close, just like normal brothers. Lucien was over ten years younger than Eris and so they hadn’t really grown up together - that didn’t matter anymore, they shared similar interests now. 

Azriel’s head lolled back and he just looked at Eris for a long moment, then unscrewed his bottle and took a sip. “No.”

His answer left no room for further questions. It was so cold, so tight, that Eris’ heart squeezed and he felt sympathy for the broody male. 

The lawyer inclined his head slowly and also sipped from his bottle. “Anything you would like to know, Moreno?”

Azriel slowly shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing against the tree. 

That landed a little blow to Eris’ heart and he gathered that he might have mistaken Azriel’s former signs. It seemed like the IT male truly had no interest in him. 

Eris himself closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree, listening to the chirping birds around him. 

“Are you married?” 

For a moment, Eris’ blood ran cold, surprise over the sudden question and the topic of it causing him to be caught in a stupor. When he blinked his eyes open, Azriel was already looking at him, his face as stoic as usual. But something —something like fear— flickered in the man’s eyes and Eris wondered where that might come from. 

“I am not, no,” Eris said and added, “I am not in a relationship.”

It seemed like some kind of happiness filled Azriel, his eyes softened a little and the corners of his mouth tipped up the tiniest bit. But Eris could be mistaken again. The head of IT dipped his chin and then brushed his hands down his thighs. “I think we should carry on. We want to win after all, don’t we?” “We do?” “Haven’t you already pointed out that you noticed how eager I am to win?”His tone was on the edge of sly, almost feisty, his eyes sparkling. 

So Azriel was actually paying attention to what Eris said? The lawyer slowly got up, the gleeful smile returning to his face. “I did, but I just wanted to have a confirmation for my observation.”

“Well, you have just received your confirmation. Let’s go!”

And so they kept walking, suddenly so much less distance between them. If Eris only moved his hand a little it would brush Azriel’s and that thought made all rational thoughts vanish from his mind and his heart skip one or the other happy beat. Damn, was he truly falling for Azriel Moreno?  Yeah, he definitely was. 

What was it about this man? Of course, Eris thought, Azriel was very easy on the eyes. He was an extremely good-looking man, there was no doubt about that. But there was more to him – the way he smiled (the few times he did), the way he observed and assessed things, how attractive he looked when he focused on something. When he focused on something with those stunning hazel eyes. They often reminded him of heated honey which again reminded him of Autumn, his favourite season. 

But Eris was not only attracted to Azrie’s looks. There was also more to Azriel’s character, Eris gathered. He somehow knew that Azriel had a soft, warm heart beneath his icy cold demeanor. Eris all of sudden wanted nothing more than to break through this shell and find out what lies beneath it. 

“Why did you ask if I was married?” Azriel lifted one shoulder and shrugged. “Just curious.”

“You could have asked anything.” “Maybe I did not want to know everything. Maybe I just wanted to know that,” Azriel said matter-of-factly, his lips pressed in a thin line when he looked at Eris. 

And there his heart went skipping another beat and Eris had to hold back from chuckling, still a little snicker escaped him and his skin warmed. 

“You only joined the company about two years ago,” Eris pondered and gave Azriel a sideway glance. 

“I worked as a freelancer before. It got too much and Rhysand offered me a job.”

That was the longest Azriel had ever spoken in one answer and Eris liked this — liked that the broody man somehow seemed to get more comfortable. 

“Makes sense.” “It does.” 

Eris smiled to himself, his eyes moving back to the map in his hands. “We should be there in a few steps.”

“And we are not the only ones who are on the right path, I think.” Azriel pointed forward and Eris follows ed the direction of his finger. Still in the distance but getting closer were Rhysand and Feyre, practically running through the woods and this was when also Azriel and Eris — no conversation needed between the two partners— start running. Eris set out for the target, Azriel in tow, following Eris blindly. 

They tried to go unseen by Feyre and Rhys, and it seemed to work. Rhys and Feyre must have made a wrong turn somewhere. 

Cool air wheezed in and out of both their lungs while the dashed over the pine needles covered ground, through the bushes and trees, shielding their faces with their hands. 

They both panted heavily when they came to a stop in front of probably the largest tree and—

“Idiot,” Azriel breathed through gritted teeth, bending over, his hands braced on his thighs, and staring up at the flag that seemed to be around five metres high in the air. Eris followed his gaze, his own hands braced on his hips, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “That is fucking high.”

“It is,” Azriel said and gave his head a little shake. “I gather there is no ladder anywhere nearby?”

“Well, Sherlock, I don't think so either.” And now it was Azriel who smirked, his eyes glowing when they met Eris’. “Are you Watson then?”

Chuckling, Eris gave Azriel the thumbs up. “Works for me. But now we need a plan.”

The lawyer looked around, listening for noises – the crunch of pine needles, the snap of a twig, anything that would signal that someone is close. Feyre and Rhysand were near and it would only be a matter of time for them to arrive. And then he had an idea. 

“I am hoisting you up, Moreno,” Eris suggested. “Or you hoist me up?”

“No.” Azriel’s stare was cold. 

“Then name a better plan?”

It seemed like Azriel’s brain was working on high speed, he fumbled with his fingers, looked up the tree, down to the base of it, then to the other trees, and finally at Eris. Az was looking him up and down, eyes slowly roaming over his body. Eris let him do so, enjoying it somehow, and then said, “When you are done checking out my fine body, tell me about your plan. Or are we going to stay here until Rhys and Feyre steal the flag right in front of our eyes?”

Azriel only glowerd for a moment.“Fuck it.” Azriel clasped his hands together. “Yeah, let’s go with your plan, but I am hoisting you up. I already said you are—“ “Hot and stunning? No, I don’t think you have mentioned that yet.” 

Azriel chuckled lowly. “You really have a silly remark for everything, huh?”

“For you, Moreno, always,” Eris cooed. “Now come here.”

Azriel did as he was told, his feet somehow moving of their own accord. “How am I supposed to lift you up?”

“Curl your arms around my waist and lift me?” 

Azriel raised a brow. 

“Or crouch down and let me climb onto…I don’t know? Your shoulders? Your back?”

“My shoulders?” “Yes, Moreno, you have strong shoulders and a broad back, I am sure you can carry me.”

And that— Did Azriel Moreno truly blush at this comment? He totally did but shrugged it off with a light chuckle and then moved into a crouching position in front of his colleague. 

One could definitely mistake the position they were in for something else. The lawyer found himself rooted to the ground for a hot second, his traitorous brain wandering to a dark place where Eris imagined them being in that sort of position in his office with Azriel–

Fucking hell!, Eris internally cursed himself and his hand formed a fist at his side. He definitely had to get a grip on himself - they after all wanted to win this. 

So Eris quickly walked behind Azriel, placed the map and his bottle on the ground and…hesitated.

He was going to touch him, would get closer to him than he possibly ever thought he might. This was odd. How would even he touch him now? Where? 

His hands slowly lowered to the crouched male in front of him, paused, then moved again, palms ever so softly touching Azriel’s shoulders when he reached him. He wondered how someone’s shoulders could be so solid and soft at the same time, and he curled his fingers around them, slowly nearing Azriel who smelled so blissfully sweet like cologne, a little woodsy like cedar, but also fresh like peppermint and just a tiny little bit musky, maybe from the sweat? Eris inhaled once and then climbed onto his colleague’s back and that was strange. 

Azriel’s body stiffened when Eris moved fully onto him and he braced his feet on the ground, slowly standing up with his colleague on his back.

Cocking his head, he tried to look back at Eris, “You alright?”

“Perfect,” Eris hummed, smiling brightly while practically every fiber in his body was on high alert, his skin tingling where it was in contact with Azriel’s. He suddenly felt the urge to brush his hand through Azriel’s silken strands and that was so…so out of place in that moment, so he fought the urge. 

Azriel moved them closer to the tree but it was useless, Eris could not reach it. Azriel tumbled slightly, moving backwards and forwards, trying to steady himself again. 

“Change of plan.” Azriel stepped away from the tree and crouched down again so Eris could climb down. “Let’s build a leg-up. I am hoisting you up that way.”

That could work, Eris thought, and Azriel’s plan was quite good. Well, it was quite good until Azriel first came face to face with Eris' groin and then Azriel’s face was pressed against Eris thigh. Azriel’s heels pressed into the ground, using all his strength and power to hold his colleague up, breathing in and out through his mouth. Eris could practically feel Azriel’s strength and god, that was once again incredibly attractive. 

Eris could not focus on a single thing but his strength…and his low, guttural sounds when breathing in and out. But he had to reach the flag — Azriel wanted to win this after all, so they had to win. What the hell? the lawyer thought to himself and internally smacked himself in the face. They wanted to win, he was not doing this just for Azriel, was he?

But he reached it, pulled on it and freed the flag. Azriel let him down and both men —typical male behaviour— released a victory shout. Eris lifted his hand and Azriel gave him a high-five, both of them grinning brightly and—

Was Azriel truly grinning? Eris couldn’t really believe his eyes, but he relished in the moment, devoured it, euphoria filling his chest — his whole body.

Azriel looked a little ruffled, his shirt had moved a little, revealing some of the stunning tattoos on his chest, his hair was ruffled, his cheeks a deep red. 

“Can you believe we got all four of them?”

“As I said we are the best team and very talented.”

“We really are,” Azriel hummed and clapped his hands. “And now?”

“Now we go back, show that we did it, celebrate our win and then—“ Eris grinned, his face glowing brighter than the sun herself. 

“And then?” Azriel chuckled and raised his brow. Amusement was etched into his features.

“Then you are allowed to kiss the winner.” Azriel’s lips parted, surprise spreading over his face. Chuckling lowly, he shook his head. “You are so full of shit, Vanserra.”

“So no kiss?”

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☆ Riley: Voice-Overs

About the Vision: “My Vision is Cryo. It is very useful on hot days at sea. But if the Gods asked my opinion, I would prefer Anemo. Then, with the blessing of Anemo Archon, our ship could sail even faster.” More about Riley: “Reading the constellations is important knowledge for any sailor. You will never get lost if your map is always above your head.” More about Riley II: “Believe it or not, as a child, I was afraid of swimming. It's even funny to be reminded of it now.” About Tartaglia: “Sparring with him was one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to me. This man reminds me of the sea, whose waves are also calm, but sometimes they are really difficult to conquer. Did you know that if you freeze his blades, they become even more dangerous? No wonder I lost that duel. But it gave me the inspiration to improve my cryo abilities in a more creative way. I've learned a couple of new tricks since then, so hopefully I can last longer than 10 minutes in our new duel.” About Lisa: “Miss Lisa? Well, who doesn't know her? When I was a child, she recommended to me the legendary series about the adventures of the sailor Salty, and I read them until late into the night. Perhaps this gave me a little inspiration to become a sailor. This and the desire to see the world.” About Venti: “The music of this bard is very inspiring. When I come back to Mondstadt I like to go to the Angel's Share and enjoy his performance.” About Albedo: “Albedo, huh? I have heard about the talents of this alchemist, but I do not know him personally. But his assistant, Sucrose, is a kind soul, and I always bring her plants from all over the world.” About Sucrose: “I have five older sisters, but I consider Sucrose to be the sixth. She is a shy girl, but if you are patient with her, she will reveal her kind heart and sharp, inquisitive mind to you.” About Bennett: “This guy is always unlucky, but I consider myself lucky to know him.” About Thoma: “I had a friend when I was a kid, we used to be neighbors. We were inseparable, but one day he left to visit his father in Inazuma and we haven't seen each other since. I miss him, I hope he's okay.” ☆ Personal details Riley's Hobbies: “You're asking about my hobby? Well, I like to draw. People's smiles when I hand them their portrait is my greatest reward. Each person is beautiful in their own way. I like to notice people's kindness and portray their inner beauty with the help of my drawings.” Favourite drink: “It's wine. Why are you so surprised? I'm from Mondstadt, after all.” Favorite Food: “I love pies. I like the fact they’re easy to prepare and transport, and that they’re very tasty, of course.” Least Favorite Food: "I often get tired of seafood on long voyages.” Special dish "Smoked Meat Pie": "My mother always makes me this pie on those rare days when I come home."

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Thanks to @rayanaworks for the art ♥ Thanks to Venefica Vespera for the card design ♥