#his stuttered confession is engraved into my brain

[000-pawz]

had to share this on the main because omg. IM EATING DRYWALL THIS WAS SO CUTE. ><

wiping something off their lips (sungho & riwoo ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: was too excited to post this so i decided to post the first two members once i finished their parts ^_^ btw my (sfw) requests are open so feel free to send in asks!

ᯓ★ sungho 

neat eater #1: you will not catch him slipping. hates mess and hates having to clean up crumbs. but on the off chance he does make a little mess—especially with flaky food like croissants—you take this as an opportunity to tease him!!!

sungho already regrets getting this croissant, but he ordered it because he spotted you salivating over the cafe display even with your own share of food. as he’s cutting the croissant into bite-size pieces for you to nab from, he already grimaces at the flakes making their way onto the table. he also does not want to make a fool out of himself in front of you by looking like a messy eater (sungho it’s just a couple of crumbs… i promise you it’s not a big deal lmfao)!!!

things seem like they’re going normally until he accidentally gets some flakes on the side of his mouth. do not make a fool of yourself, sungho!!! he’s about to grab a tissue to dab it off when you wipe the crumb on his lips off with your thumb. you giggle and tease him for being a messy boy (he would die before admitting it, but that in fact did something to his insides). also, is it just his imagination or did your thumb linger on his lips for way longer than necessary?

sungho is very nonchalant on the outside: “oh. thanks for wiping that off.” but is freaking out inside!!!!!!!!!! tries to be Very Normal about this but his hand is trembling with the next bite he takes, and when you notice, you give him a knowing smile. you bring your hand towards his lips once again, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his his lower lip “to clean up the mess”. sungho is as stiff as a board right now and his ears are so red; you notice and it makes you grin grow even wider. 

you both pretend like nothing’s happened after that, and sungho tries his best to remain nonchalant about the whole ordeal… to no one’s surprise he spends night after night overthinking that day at the cafe (what are we…). buuuut he decides enough is enough and confronts you about it. if you do like him, that’s great (oh god, even the thought of you liking him flusters him), and if you don’t, then. well. he’ll figure out how to deal with the broken pieces of his heart. he just can’t stand having this limbo state where your feelings for him are ambiguous. so when he catches you alone one day, he decides to just get it done and over with, asking you to be honest with him… “why did you do that, the other day? it’s been driving me crazy.” 

“what do you think?” you have a certain look in your eye and reply sardonically, “i just wanted to help you as a friend. of course i rubbed your lips with my thumb as a friend, because attempting to seduce each other is what friends do. so were you seduced?” 

… well yes! his flustered face gives him away, but he doesn’t want to bare his entire heart to you just yet. he wants the truth from you. “tell me why you did it,” sungho repeats insistently. “please.”

you sigh and roll your eyes. “of course i like you, sungho. could i have made it any more obvious? yes, i was hitting on you. yes, i would have stopped if you were uncomfortable. but it was obvious from your expression where your thoughts were going. i know you liked it. and now, i know you like me.” 

you take a breath and open your mouth to continue speaking, but sungho can’t take any more of your teasing. he reaches over and plants a solid kiss on your mouth, then instantly regrets it when he notices your blank expression and the pink rising to your cheeks. “oh god, did you not want-” your face grows a deeper shade of red, and you harrumph. “of course i wanted it, idiot… now come here and kiss me again.”

ᯓ★ riwoo 

riwoo is always the one wiping food of other people’s mouths so it’s rare that anyone does it for him—i mean, he knows how to clean up after himself! but he gets so shy and awkward in your presence… he’s just so self-conscious about his actions and appearance that at times he ends up becoming clumsy in front of you >0< 

so when you’re hanging out together in his dorm room and he accidentally smears donut filling on his lips, you immediately shift closer to gently swipe off the jam… and you stick your thumb in your mouth, sucking off the sweetness. “wow, now i get why you’re so obsessed with these donuts. these are really good! can i have a bite?” without waiting for riwoo’s reply, you nab one of the donuts in the box and start eating happily.

meanwhile riwoo has stopped functioning. he can’t stop thinking about the way your touch felt against his lips and how nice you smell. his heart is beating like crazy in his chest and he feels so overwhelmed (in a good way, with his feelings fluttering around in his stomach) >_<… but riwoo can’t help but overthink your interaction—he knows that you did it out of kindness but on the other hand… why did they do that when they could have just handed me a tissue?

still, when you yourself end up with sugared powder all over your lips, his caretaker tendencies take over. riwoo unconsciously starts dabbing at your mouth with tissue, reminding you to be more careful. and all the while, you’re staring at him with an unreadable gaze. when he finishes fussing over you, that’s when you intentionally smear jam across your lips. while. staring. right. at. him. “sanghyeok, i think i got something on my lips… can you help me wipe it off?” 

riwoo is nothing but overwhelmed. he doesn’t know where to look as you move closer to him, and as you clutch his arm, he begins stuttering and laughing nervously, ducking away from you and attempting to look for the tissue. “ha, ha, ha… where’s the tissue, i swore i just saw it somewhere…” he hopes you can’t see how red his face is. 

as he pretends to busy himself, you sigh and present the tissue from where you hid it, snatching one and wiping the jam off your mouth quickly. “nevermind, i just thought…” you sound embarrassed, and your expression is hidden by your hair. “that was silly of me. we can just pretend this didn’t happen.” as you move to get up, riwoo suddenly realizes what you were trying to do all along—

”do you, i mean, that is, are you-” riwoo stumbles on his words. 

you stop and cover your face with your hands. “yes, sanghyeok… i do like you, if it wasn’t obvious enough. that’s why i decided to do this stupid thing to try to flirt with you with the donuts, and it didn’t go as planned. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. you know what, i’ll just go now before i humiliate myself even more.” but before you can leave, riwoo is already grasping at your hand. 

“wait! i, i- i also- me- me too,” riwoo says all in one breath and realizes how foolish he sounds. he can feel his face burning, but he braves on because he wants you to know that he feels the same way. “i… i like. like. you too.” your expression evolves into one of shock and then joy, then you’re descending upon him, knocking him down to the floor in a flurry of kisses across his face that he can’t help but giggle from.

once your little smooching session is done with, you gasp in indignation. “i can’t believe it took you a donut to confess! i should have done this earlier.”

“well… you were very convincing,” riwoo admits shyly, and he submits himself to another round of kisses (but he’s not complaining).

[cherriesfineline]

savior next door

im on a writing trance so expect a lot of writings from me hehe, here's what i wrote last night, enjoy besties.

- fluff & a tiny little bit of smut (not really lol) | not proofread, sorry

Pairing: HarryxY/N

WC: 3.8k

the one where Harry is Y/N's shy and virgin neighbor.

The constant feeling of uneasiness has been haunting Harry ever since he almost got himself in a car accident almost a year ago.

It hadn’t been his fault – he was crossing a random street in a quiet area of New York when a hand grabbed his upper arm and pushed him out of the crosswalk, where a car speeded through without even slowing down. “Watch where you’re going, you’re going to get yourself killed.” The woman who’d saved his life scolded at him with a worrying look on her face. He remembers her eyes were glowing in such a splendor, something he’d never seen before – it intrigued him to know who his life savior was, but before he could even make a comment, the woman stormed off and got lost between the seas of people around the corner, leaving Harry in an unsuccessful search for her.

Harry has never been a people person. He always avoids big crowds, social events and especially, study groups. His university journey so far has been a lonely and reserved one, having movie marathons when not studying or discovering new kinds of herbal teas. His only form of social interaction is the occasional chat with his across-the-hall neighbor Niall, whom he considered -kind of- a close friend; his only one, in fact.

“Heard someone’s moving in to the flat next to yours.” Niall knows Harry isn’t exactly a social butterfly, and maybe it’s the fact that Harry is younger than him and how he seems like such a harmless human what makes him feel like he needs to help him. Harry just shrugs at his comment, not really interested in any possible intruder to their peaceful hallway (where both their apartments and the currently empty one in the corner were the only three ones on their floor). And maybe it was the fact that it has been almost a month since Niall’s comment what made him furious when he saw the cardboard boxes on their hallway, forgetting about the possibility of having a new neighbor.

The sudden sound of glass crashing and a loud yell snaps Harry out of his frustrated trance, stepping around the huge boxes scattered around the door next to his to knock on the doorway of the open door. Even if he really isn’t very fond of having a new neighbor that doesn’t mean he’s not going to check on them to see if they’ve gotten hurt. “Is everything alright?” He still can’t see whoever is inside, but he decides on waiting if no one replies to step inside. But he doesn’t need to, because as he was about to make his way inside, a head pops up from one side of the entry hallway, assuming that’s where the kitchen is, as he notices the apartment is a replica of his own, but inverted.

“Hey, sorry, just dropped my favorite cup.” His breath gets caught on his throat when her life savior’s face appears in sight, the cutest frown adorning her features and her sweet voice resonating through his brain. Her eyes, exactly like he remembers shine with an unbeatable glow, like a thousand diamonds under a microscope, but the image he had of her on his brain doesn’t make her justice – she is even more beautiful than he remembers. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. You live in this floor?” Harry can’t help but be disappointed at the fact that apparently she doesn’t remember him.

“Y-yes, next door. H-harry.” He stutters. Her presence just makes him so nervous, he can’t help it. She is probably one of, if not the, most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes are hypnotizing, the softness of them which appears to be constant warms his insides and he thinks he could spend hours upon hours staring right at them.

“Do I know you? I feel like I know you.” Y/N’s thinks out loud, her expression alluding to her thoughts trying to place him somewhere in her memories.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so?” Harry feels embarrassed, so he couldn’t come up with a better answer. He is silently hoping she doesn’t remember the time they met all that time ago – this is his chance, he thinks, to redeem himself, for her to see him as a normal dude instead of this clumsy and shy boy who couldn’t even thank her when she saved him from being ran over by a car.

He wishes he could read her mind. What’s her first impression on him? Does she think he’s cute? She probably doesn’t. He thinks she’s too pretty to even spare a second glance at someone like him; a shy boy with bad posture and still breaking out in his forehead despite being 22. And she, Y/N, a woman who could make anyone her own, a woman who probably makes every head turn her way when entering a room. Harry feels his chest deflate as his thoughts start beating him up.

During the course of her first two months living next door, Y/N and Harry barely interact. He keeps stealing glances her way whenever they run into each other in the hallway, getting shy and cheeks reddening when she catches him every time. He gets jealous whenever he hears her walking down the hallway from inside his apartment, obvious guests coming in and out of her apartment – and if the person (because he recalls hearing both men and women) is good enough, he can even hear her sometimes through the thin wall that divides their bedrooms, her headboard clearly mirroring his. He feels dirty and intrusive during nights like these, so he opts on putting headphones on, music playing in his phone to help him drift off to sleep.

But Y/N is fascinated by him, maybe not as much as he is with her, but enough to wonder how it’d be like to reallyhave him in her life. She knows he’s a very reserved man, her animated chats with Niall more usual than not drift towards Harry and how she wishes he’d just keep looking at her when she catches his eye instead of running away – not because her ego is enormous or anything, but she is aware of the obvious crush Harry has on her. “He’s not going to start conversation, you should just go for it.” She remembers Niall told her one night after having a small chat in his threshold; because all Niall wants is for Harry to put himself out there, but he knows he needs a little extra push.

But it all changes one night. A night Y/N drinks more than usual – shot after shot going down her throat making her feel nothing but dizzy, the sensation of puke going up her throat forcing her to call it a night. Barely making it out of the elevator she stumbles on her way to her door, and Harry hears her. The sound her combat books make is so engraved in Harry’s brain he knows it’s her after just a couple of steps.

“Fuck.” Harry hears the unmistakable sound of her keys, and how she’s clearly struggling to fit them inside the lock. After a loud banging sound and what sounds like her sliding down the door, he starts worrying about her and how she’s probably not going to make it inside her apartment without a little help. So he steps outside after sliding his old white vans on to find her on the floor leaning against her door, legs bent and elbows resting on either knee supporting her head.

“Y/N?” He calls her in a whisper. She shoots her head up immediately making her insides turn, and with unfocused eyes, she looks up at him and smiles fondly.

“Hey, pretty boy.” She greets him with a soft smile, eyes closing and opening again slowly and Harry feels his stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. Did she just call him pretty boy?

“You need help?”

“Please.” Harry’s red cheeks don’t go unnoticed by her the moment she lifts her hand to give him her keys and she honestly thinks he might explode. He helps her get up and guides her inside her home with such gentle movements she could melt in his hold, and that’s when she decides (drunk out of her mind) she wants him to hold her again, soon. And while sober.

He lays her down in her bed and announces he’s going to take her shoes off, giving her enough time to object. “I always catch you staring, you know?” Her thoughts slip off her lips unannounced, but she doesn’t really care. Harry, on the other hand, freezes in his spot, one of her shoes still in hand and with wide eyes he connects their gazes for the second time that night.

“I- I… I’m sorry- I don’t mean to be c-creepy or anything I j-just-“

“Shh.” She cuts him off, his stuttering making its first appearance of the night. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” She confesses and wiggles her feet so he can resume his actions. Harry’s brain is betraying him more than usual right now. His thoughts are everywhere, not a single coherent answer coming to mind, so he doesn’t do anything but finish helping her out of her shoes in silence.

“Goodn-night, Y/N.” Harry left her apartment that night after carefully placing a soft blanket over her body and making sure she had a glass of water on her nightstand (he didn’t want to snoop around her apartment for some pills for her hangover, so he just left her with the duty of doing that herself in the morning) and laid in bed with so many thoughts running through his head he barely got an hour of sleep that night.

And that went on for a week. Knowing she was sleeping on the other side of the wall makes him more nervous than before now that he knows Y/N is aware of his constant staring – but who would blame him? She really is a sight for sore eyes. Y/N knocks on his door the following Saturday, and he opens it surprised to find her on the other side, mainly because she’s usually out with her friends by now every Saturday (not that he’s constantly waiting to hear her walk on their hallway, but he truly is always sitting on his living room and the thin walls of their apartment complex don’t provide them much privacy).

“Harry, hi.” She offers him the sweetest smile, but there’s a shy and nervous undertone to it this time. “I just wanted to thank you, for helping me the other night.” She clasps her hands together in front of her and nods with a tight lipped smile. “But I also want to apologize, I know I probably made you uncomfortable with uh, some comments I made.” She slightly scrunches her nose, waiting for his reply.

But Harry is, in simple words, speechless. He can’t believe there’s a sober Y/N who just knocked on his door willingly talking to him. Her voice sounds so melodic and Harry just wants to cuddle her and the giant, soft looking green sweater she’s wearing isn’t helping him ease his thoughts. He wants Y/N to hold him while she talks to him with that sweet voice of hers, he wants to hold her small hands and fill her cheeks and mouth with kisses along with every inch of her body -not that she’d ever let him, Harry thought, but a boy can dream-, but most importantly, he wants to learn every single detail about her. How she likes her coffee in the mornings, or if she prefers tea. In which position she sleeps the most comfortable in and if there’s any TV shows she re-watches just because it brings her comfort. He has so many questions he wants to ask her he completely forgets they’d been standing in his threshold for long minutes, with him just staring at her.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.” He says barely above a whisper, and they stay in their positions for a while, again with no words spoken between them, until he finally gains enough courage to ask, “Do you want to come in?” He opens his door a bit wider with a wary look on his face. Y/N nods, her smile widens and makes her eyes sparkle with that glow Harry is still fascinated by.

They sit in the couch with a long distance between them; farther away from the other than any of them like. Y/N does most of the talking, but she truly doesn’t mind – she talks animatedly about this new show Bridgerton she binge watched last night, Harry making mental notes about most things she says. He wants to remember everything, from the way her voice slightly sharpens when she mentions something she suddenly remembers to the way she moves her hands to accompany her speech; he already loves how expressive she is with her face features, and only confirms how he’d listen to her speak for the rest of his life.

Y/N manages to get more words out of him than she expected, and asks for his opinion or thoughts on most things she mentions. She hates making conversation purely about herself, she wants to know about Harry as much as she can. She wishes he would initiate conversation or switch topics with no shame, but she knows she’s asking for too much. This night alone they interacted more than the last three months combined, and Y/N is grateful for it.

Three chapters of FRIENDS had passed when she finds herself scooting a bit closer to him, carefully trying to read his body language. When he stiffens in his position, she turns her head to look at him. His cheeks are tinted a cute shade of pink, and he’s blinking a lot more than he usually does. He places both hands on his thighs and runs them up and down to get rid of the sweat accumulating on them, and he can’t help but gasp when their thighs touch, meaning she scooted even closer. As if that isn’t enough to kill him, she softly rests her head on his shoulder.

“Is this ok?” Y/N whispers, and he forces himself to turn his head to find her eyes, which are already looking up at him. He slowly nods and makes the dumb mistake of looking down at her lips. He feels the hot embarrassment run up his neck and quickly turns to face his TV again, planning on pretending nothing ever happened.

That is, until he feels the soft skin of her palm and gentle fingers grab his jaw, forcing his gaze back on her. That touch alone makes him feel more than any other human has made him feel in his entire life – but it doesn’t compare to the eruption of jitteriness washing through him when her eyes look down at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry freezes in his spot. He wonders if he heard her correctly, not believing his senses when around her, the possibility of her wanting to kiss him are too low, he thinks, and when he doesn’t respond, she slowly begins to remove her hand from his face, taking a guess on his unspoken rejection. He, for once, reacts quickly enough; he grabs her by her wrist, placing her hand back again in its spot on his jaw, and works enough courage to just go for it. Harry lowers his face to gently envelope her top lip between his own. It’s quick but sweet (just like she had expected their first kiss to be, if she’d ever got lucky enough to experience it) and when he moves away just enough to separate her lips, she wastes no time in connecting them again. This time, the kiss is longer and with more determination than before, and when Harry feels Y/N melt into him, he gains enough confidence to grab her face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss.

They stay enveloped in each other for a while, mouths molding and moving in sync with so many unspoken emotions it feels overwhelming for both – they barely know each other, they’re very aware of it, but the undeniable infatuation they both feel is stronger than they’d ever admit. Y/N feels on her face the long exhale that leaves through Harry’s nose when she softly traces his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and when he meets her tongue with his, the mood that was settled between them switches drastically – from sweet and innocent to needy and passionate.

Harry isn’t very experienced with kissing, let alone with anything past first base. He’d only made out with a girl all the way back in high school during his senior prom, and the girl was so harsh and desperate Harry knew that moment he wouldn’t ever share an intimate moment with anyone again unless he truly felt something for them. Now, he knows it might seem like he’s rushing things in his heart, but he’d do anything with and for Y/N – but he knows he’s not ready just yet.

His nervousness consumes him again when she moves to straddle his lap, making him whimper at the new position. He shakily places his hands next to her legs on the couch, not sure what is too much and what is ok to do. She runs her hands from his jaw down to his shoulders, and moves them all the way down his arms to his hands, giving them a soft squeeze before placing them on her waist and sliding her own back up again towards his neck, never breaking the kiss.

He unintentionally lets a second whimper leave his mouth when she sits herself down on his lap, creating some friction between their groins. He knows he’s hard – he felt his dick grow in his pants the second she touched his jaw, but knowing Y/N could feel it now put him a tad on edge. He separates their lips; their agitated breathing mixing in between them.

“I- I’ve never…” Harry begins, but he’s having a hard time finding the correct words. Y/N understands almost immediately – she’s not proud to admit she had figured he was unexperienced, feeding the stereotype of shy-ergo-virgin, even though she was correct this time.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Y/N gives him a soft peck and continues, “you can say no, but I’d love to make you feel good, if you’d let me. We can keep our clothes on.” Y/N suggests. If she has to be honest, she hasn’t dry-humped anyone since high school, but the thought of doing it with Harry lights her insides in animalistic flames.

When Harry timidly nods, she shakes her head with her eyebrows raised in a disapproving look, “Use your words, H.”

“I- I want you to- to do it. I- I trust you.” His stuttering makes Y/N’s insides warm, the fact that she makes him nervous amuses her – she’s certain she’s never made anyone this nervous before, but it is the fact that Harry admitted he trusts her what sends shivers down her spine. All she does in response is roll her hips against his – and when he closes his eyes with a pleasured groan leaving his lips, she does it again. Harry’s grip on her waist lowers to her hips, squeezing the flesh that was subtly beginning to get exposed from all the movement, and when he throws his head back Y/N takes advantage of his exposed neck to finally attach her lips to it. Her hold on one side of his face moves to grip his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side so she can suck on the sweet spot behind his ear still rolling her hips on his, and when she pokes the spot with her tongue to soothe the pleasuring sting, he unconsciously thrusts his hips up to meet hers; Y/N can’t help but smile and leave a trail of sweet, wet kisses from his new deepening bruise to the place where his neck meets his shoulders, repeating her actions there to leave a second bruise.

Harry feels his cock twitch in his pants when Y/N rolls her hips with more pressure, and they both know he’s close - his inexperience making him not last longer than a couple of minutes. “Are you going to cum for me?” Y/N asks him, holding his jaw tightly to keep his gaze on hers, and when he shyly nods she adds, “I want you to look at me when you do it.”

Harry can’t believe what’s going on – he has the most beautiful woman in the word on top of him about to make him cum, and he’s sure he’s going to come so hard he’ll probably have to throw his briefs into the trash. Her gaze staring so intensely into his eyes is what makes his insides finally explode, his eyes seeing white for a moment – with his mouth open ajar and glossy eyes he feels the large amount of cum spurting from his cock, making a mess inside his pants. The pleasure and fullness he feels during this moment is something he has never experienced before, never thinking he would surrender this fast over someone else’s actions. Y/N slows her movements but doesn’t stop for a while, allowing him to empty his insides until he hisses at the friction. Harry hugs her lower back to pull her closer to him, and Y/N lets her head drop to his shoulder so they can both catch their breaths.

They stay like that for a while, hugging each other with Y/N running her hand softly through his chocolate curls and Harry tracing small circles on the small of her back.

“You saved me from a car accident, a year or so ago.” Harry confesses – the pure bliss he’s feeling makes him dizzy and unaware of his words.

“I know. I remember.” Y/N confesses herself, and when Harry’s soft caresses stop at her back, she removes her head from the warm spot on his neck to look at him in the eyes, finding a confused frown in his eyebrows and lips in a small pout – she kisses him soft and quickly, not being able to contain herself. “I figured you either didn’t remember or didn’t bring it up for a reason, so I chose to not mention it.” She shudders and gives him a soft smile.

“Was embarrassed, still am.” Harry whispers with red cheeks, and Y/N’s laugh resonates through his living room, and if he wasn’t already obsessed with her, her laugh completes his way there.

“So cute.” She pecks his lips. “Can’t believe it took us this long to… talk.” Another peck. A knowing look on her face knowing damn well they did more than talking.

“You are too pretty. And intimidating. Can’t even walk in front of you without tripping over my own feet.” Y/N giggles at his confession, finding him even more amusing.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Y/N asked, not being able to wait another day to ask. Harry feels his cheeks hurting from all the smiling, but he is too content in this moment.

“I’d love to.”

x

As always, feedback is truly appreciated,

love, Joey.

[sunseteyes]

confession

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: tamaki amajiki: gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: fluff

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: this was supposedly a drabble, but it got into 1k so i think it’s not? well, hope you all will like this cute oneshot :D i enjoyed writing this one heheh

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ REQEST: can i request a cute tamaki amajiki / reader fic where he develops a crush on reader and he gets all flustered around them but he doesn't know he has a crush? like he will pay attention to little details about y/n. like tamaki even tried asking y/n out several times on casual dates but he always chickens out or becomes too nervous so nejire literally had to ask you out for amajiki because he would always doubt and second guess and become a stuttering mess 👉🏽👈🏽 —Anonymous

there is something about the way you talk, the way you smile, the way you walk, and the way you look at him. no matter what it was, tamaki noticed them all.

he is an observant man, an introvert’s thing, he thinks. however, he was far more observant with you.

it weirded him out at first, especially when he could almost predict your every move in battle, or when he gazes at the door whenever he knows that you would come to class. often, he gets them right. and sometimes, you notice him too.

“good morning, tama-kun!” you’d beam brightly at him when your eyes meet the moment you enter the classroom, a smile seemingly like of a star—one that seems so far away than a sun, but it still shines as bright as it.

tamaki knew his heart keeps on drumming inside of his chest whenever the thought of you comes, or when you’re physically there. he’s not stupid.

he knows he likes you much more than a friend should have.

“hey, hey, amajiki-kun. you like (y/n)-chan, right? hey, hey, why don’t you confess to them, then?”

tamaki glances sideways to nejire, his eyes visibly widen at the mere thought of him doing what nejire’s words meant.

he didn’t have the courage, he didn’t even know if he stood a chance.

“w-why w-would i?”

nejire giggles, as if he said some kind of joke that amused her entirely. “because they like you too, dummy!” she said, before tapping him on his upper arm, a sort of motivation or her way of saying “go do it, tamaki” before she stood up to skip down the hall to who knows where.

he sighs then, a heaviness on his chest that he couldn’t seem to deter what it was, and yet nejire’ s suggestion does seem kind of tempting, although he doesn’t know if it will help him relieve this weight inside of him.

“tama-kun?’

as if your voice was a massage, his shoulders ease up as he looks up into your eyes. from afar, he wouldn’t be able to see it, nor anyone else, but up close he saw the glitter that you have on your orbs and irides, as if there’s a hidden magical world under your gaze--a world he’d rather explore than the current ones you and him currently live in. once again, tamaki was enticed, captivated by your beauty, not just from the outside, but he knew your insides were the same as well.

“is there something you’d like to say?”

“huh?” he immediately responds, surprised by your question. could you have figured out? wait, what were you supposed to figure out? what was he hiding? “m-me? w-why did you suddenly ask t-that… (y/n).”

“hmm,” you hummed in a contemplating yet innocent tone, like one of nthose moments when nejire asks him a question with regards to you or about something she’s confirming to him.

what was that kind of tone? why are you-

“you just seem like you wanted to say something since you were also looking my way, so i came over here.” you elaborate, tilting your head slightly with your chin held by your hand, your elbow atop of the table. “did i assume wrong? well, i’m sorry about that.” you offered a kind smile then, still sounding kind despite the slight tinge of disappointment in your comment.

“oh,” he breathes out, his brain cells contorting into a coil as he scrambled of a reply out of his mind, yet it was proven to be a failure as you then stood up, waving goodbye to him as you head off, not before saying, “well then, see you at our usual hangout tomorrow, okay? see you, taa-kun!”

the way tamaki’s heart started to beat a little bit--well, not really just a tinge, but it did beat faster than it would usually, making him unconsciously raise his hand fist closed to his chest, swallowing the lump on his throat that might have formed seconds ago when he was too busy thinking earlier to come up with a response or even a proper goodbye.

tamaki had always been nervous in front of everyone, but it seems as if the kind of reactions you pull out from him are far more different and unique in some way. with you, his heart leaps from joy, but it also pounds in hesitancy; anxious of the way you’d think of them, of how he’d treat you, and many others he couldn’t point out anymore because he stopped trying to count all of them with how many the circumstances and situations were. tamaki had gotten used of it, but it sure did make him forget that he should really think about it.

with nejire’s words, it seemed as if a lightbulb had been switched, brightening the path for him to venture out and figure out what is really wrong with him and why is he like this only to you.

days came and even as he had you all alone, he couldn’t carry out the solution that nejire suggested to him, but it was for a good reason anyway. how could he confess to someone when he clearly thinks that there isn’t a chance to begin with?

and then, that day came.

“hey , hey, (y/n), listen, tamaki likes you.”

the mention of his name alone ave shivers down his spine, but not only that. nejire just had the nerve and guts to confess to you something that tamaki had been keeping all this time.

the look you gave tamaki was one he thinks would forever engrave in his mind with how unprecedented it was. before he could even deny nejire’s allegations, you hovered above them.

“really?” there was something in that pitch, in that tone, and tamaki wanted to deny ever hearing it, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

it might go how nejire paved a way for tamaki and you, but it was the afterwards that tanmaki will forever remember, and he would like to think that it was the same for you.

is it true, tama-kun?” have he ever mentioned how he liked the way you say his name?

your giggle pulls him out of his trance, and he saw the beauty and joy in your eyes.

“no, you haven’t said you liked how i call you.” you say, and tamaki was already panicking.

“you heard-”

he was interrupted, and it was not by words but by an action--a kiss, on his cheek. apparently, you seized the moment and sealed your feelings for him through a simple peck. for tamaki though, it was enough indication for him to know the answer to his unspoken confession and question.

[burnedbyshoto]

Butterfly

Kinktober Day 8 ~ kink: tentacles

pairing: dom!amajiki tamaki x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing

word count: 2,848

a/n: wow.........I actually really hate tentacle porn, it always disgusted me, but I would let one man fuck with me tentacles. yes you guessed correctly, shouto. just kidding its definitely tamaki, enjoy sluts!

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

You sometimes wondered how Amajiki Tamaki was such an unconfident man. His need for perfection was something that worried you, after all, in your eyes he was perfect. Your relationship with Tamaki had begun with major bumps in the road.

He had assumed in the beginning that you hated him. Your sweet words only a taunt in his mind, your affectionate smiles only a hidden snarl. It truly broke your heart when he finally admitted that to you. Tamaki was such a talented Pro-Hero that it often left you bewildered at his nervousness. You knew he would never get defeated in battle. But his often flashes of anxiety that filled his veins while he was in fights scared you.

You would watch via television while Tamaki went from confidence to crippling anxiety. Your hands always clutching your chest as you stare at your, at the time, best friend gets stomped on screen. However, without fail, Tamaki always pulled through. Of course, once you were finally done with work, you raced to his house. Waiting for the indigo haired boy to return home, bruised but victorious.

You could never resist throwing yourself into his arms, his voice squeaking your name. Heavy with embarrassment. You would always follow him in and help him with whatever he needed. You used to leave whenever Mirio and Nejire showed up. Given the three of them were best friends you always felt like you were intruding. It took a while but when Tamaki finally insisted along with the other two, you stayed.

You never expected to become friends with this very talented Pro-Heroes. Even now it made you smile whenever the four of you hung out. But things changed drastically between you and Tamaki. It all beginning after a fateful encounter with a merciless villain.

You remember watching from your office. Too many Pro-Heroes and sidekicks were getting tossed around like rag dolls. Your eyes widening as the onlooking camera crew focused in on Suneater running to the scene. They praised your best friend! Tamaki seemed unaffected by the villain's immense threat as he began to apprehend him.

It was a long fight.

It lasted an entire ten minutes, dramatic highs and lows. All to the point where you believed Tamaki had been killed. The panicked screams escaping your mouth as your coworkers held you. But with tears still streaming down your eyes, Tamaki rose. The costume is torn and in shreds, he ate something. Your shouts intermingled with the entire floors as you cheered him on. And within seconds, the villain was finally defeated. Tamaki standing over him, chest heaving as more Pro-Heroes arrived on the scene.

Tamaki shortly fainted afterward and was then rushed to the hospital.

He was released that same night, thankfully. You were in the waiting room for him to be discharged. Mirio and Nejire asked again if you were sure you were able to take him home. Your eyes were swollen and puffy due to the high amounts of sobbing you did. Your lips are chapped and brittle as you waved them away. “You guys have early rounds tomorrow,” Your voice weak and yet steely strong. “I can get him home. I’m fine now.”

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling scared, y/n-chan,” Nejire says, her voice serious as she held your cheeks in her hands.

It often made you speechless when Tamaki’s friends turned serious. They were all such dynamic people you forgot they could take things very seriously.

“I got this handled.” You affirm, your mouth pulling into a soft smile. They hugged you before leaving. The quiet hours of the late-night consuming you as you waited for Tamaki to be officially released.

You saw the battered hero exiting his room and into the hallway. Bandages surrounding his arms and a few gauges on his cheeks. He acknowledged you with a shy smile, his head slamming away from you as he talked to a nurse.

You stood up, collecting your things as you walked over to the Pro-Hero who talked with the nurse. She looks at you as you approach the counter, a tired smile on her face as she greets you.

“Hi, I’m assuming you’re here to take Amajiki-san back home?” She questions and your head nods in confirmation. “Okay, well please keep an eye on him. We were able to heal him mostly with our resident healing quirk. But he will be extremely groggy in the next few hours when it hits him.”

“O-Oh, of course. I’ll do my best to look after him.” You say with a bow, and a muffled sound comes from Tamaki as you grab his arm gently.

“Ready to go?” You ask, your eyes locked on his blushing cheeks.

He nods, and with that, you take him home.

It’s silent the entire car ride to his home.

Your eyes shifting over to his stiff form as you drive.

He had nothing to say to you, and you had nothing to say to him.

You had been scared out of your mind for him, but you couldn’t help the anger from filling your veins. The only question was why were you so angry?

Angry at him? No, that wouldn’t make sense. You worked hand in hand with Pro-Heroes, you knew what they did was because they wanted to be everyday heroes. So why were you mad at your best friend for scaring you like that?

Your hands tighten over the steering wheel as you pull into his driveway. Stepping out, you helped a stumbling Tamaki to his feet. Your eyes staring ahead as he leaned against your shoulder for support.

You often forget your friend was as strong and as big as he was. His weight crushing your shoulder. You attempted to maneuver him towards his front door.

“Y… Y/n…” Tamaki mumbles as you get to the front door.

“Yes?” You respond getting him to lean between the corner of the walls. All so that you can fish out his spare key from under his rock garden.

“Butterflies are my… my favorite things.” Tamaki tells you this, and you laugh as you shake your head. Your fingers finding the cool brass key and you stand up to see Tamaki looking at you with groggy eyes.

“I know that, Tamaki.” You remind him, “You told me that during our twenty questions drinking game.”

His face flushes red, and you sigh as he slams his head against the wall, his body shaking. “No… it’s not just that.” He admits and you quirk your eyebrow as you unlock the front door.

“Then what is it, Tamaki?”

“C-Can I call you butterfly?” He asks you, confidence seeping into his voice and you freeze as his front door opens.

“W-What?” You stutter, as the man stumbles in his stance, he looks so tired and yet so painfully in love with you.

“I… I like you a lot, y/n…” Tamaki whispers, and he takes a few steps towards you. His tired eyes burning as he presses his forehead against yours. Your chest is hammering as you feel his flushed skin against your own, his eyes closed as if this was a dream. His hands resting on your waist as you choke softly. “Today with that battle… I thought I was going to die, and I was going to die a coward. I couldn’t die knowing that I… that I never got to confess my feelings for you. I’ve always been a coward, my entire life… I know that! But as I lay there… as I lay there--” His eyes were full of tears and your hands grasp his face.

Your fingers brushing away his falling tears as you shake your head, “You aren’t a coward, Tamaki.” You say, the anger within you making sense now. You were in love with your best friend. “You weren’t going to die there, I wouldn’t have let that happened.”

A broken sob escapes his mouth as he shakes his head, furious. “I am a coward, y/n. I’m in l-love with you, and I never confessed until I thought I wasn’t coming back.”

“Tamaki…”

“Even if y-you don’t like m-me back, can I p-please call you butterfly… you just make me so happy…”

His dark eyes search yours, and without a single word more, your lips press against his. Your soul overcoming his own as he cries against your mouth. You don’t care, and tears are coming down your own cheeks as you pull him in close. Your lips uttered to him everything you had never told him. Promising him a future he would never think of until now.

You were in love with your best friend, and you were going to live the rest of your life engraving that into his heart.

When the two of you showed up to the next hangout with your friends. Everyone was so overjoyed to see Tamaki turning beet red as you held his hand cheering in excitement.

Your love was pure, forgiving, wholesome.

Late-night dancing, lingering kisses in the morning, and an insane amount of food dates.

Tamaki surprised you in many areas. His initial anxiety and unconfident nature erasing in many areas. After five minutes of doing something, he tended to feel confident. Of course, the greatest surprise came in bed.

Humans had a natural ability to make things… sexual, to say the least. It took until your fifth month anniversary for you to ask Tamaki to bring his quirk into play. Your mouth brushing against his trembling torso as your hand grasped his cock. “I want to use your tentacles one day,” You sighed, and like that, Tamaki had come into your hands.

Of course, it took another month for Tamaki to not crumble when attempting your request, but once he did. It unlocked something new and exciting within Tamaki. Something that made you wish you had asked him to bring his quirk to bed earlier.

Tamaki bit down on the golden broken takoyaki, your tongue slipping out of your mouth to lick your lips.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, butterfly?” Tamaki asks as he finishes his food. Your thighs rub together in anticipation as you laugh.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything.” You counter, a cunning grin on your face as his gentle face smiles.

You had no idea what was going on in his brain, but the confident smirks sent waves of pleasure down your spine. Your breaths turning into pants as you wanted him to climb on top of you. Last time around he had simply fingered you, but it seemed he had a new idea in mind.

Your eyebrows furrowed as Tamaki pulled up a chair, and sat down on by the foot of the bed.

“Tama-chan?” You ask confused, why was he sitting down.

A shriek leaves your lips as something grasps your wrists and ankles.

Your body is pulled against the mattress, and you gasp as you try looking. Sure enough, four pink tentacles are holding your limbs tightly to the bed. The suckers on the limbs making you groan in pleasure at the intense pressure it added to your arms. Pants leave your mouth at the sight of Tamaki smiling at you, pure of innocence.

“You’re quite beautiful when you’re spread out like this, butterfly.” Tamaki sighs as he leans against a single hand, a grin curling on his features. Your body trembled as another tentacle traces up your leg. The cool limb touching your inner thigh, and you struggle against his tentacles. Your body wanting nothing more than to cover up. “Now, now, don’t cover-up. I love seeing your clenching pussy like this, butterfly. I don’t want you to hide from me.”

“Tamaki…” You moan his name as the tentacle moves to your left breast. It encircles it tightly but continues moving. It is quick to reciprocate its actions to your right breast. You arch off the bed as the tentacles pulsate, squeezing your chest delicious as you cry out his name. Good god was this on another level. You shudder against his groping tentacle. The tip of the tentacle pressing against your nipple and you whine greatly.

A chuckle comes from Tamaki, but you lack the will to stare at him in the position. Your arousal feels like its growing as you feel the heat being emitted from your lower lips. Your hips shifting to ease the uncomfortable buildup within you. You weren’t getting the attention you needed down there. Unfortunate for you, Tamaki seemed focused on your breasts right now.

“What’s wrong, butterfly?” Tamaki asks, a smirk all too evident in his tone.

You curse as your hips thrash against the mattress. Your jaw-dropping as his tentacles continue lavishing your body. The pleasure in you only seeming to spark higher as he watches from afar. Your head spinning with lust as you can’t help but feel dirty as his tentacles do his bidding. The tentacles around your wrist tighten and you moan out.

“Do you need more?” Tamaki wonders, and you finally manage to look back down at Tamaki who bites down on his lip. “Tell me, butterfly, do you want more?”

You nod your head, unable to trust your voice as he grins. He raises a single finger, and you watch with the utmost glee as it manifests into a tentacle.

It immediately sinks into your desperate cunt, and you mewl loudly. The moving appendage pressing against the walls of your pussy as it thrust into you. Your hips slam up against Tamaki’s tentacle, your jaw falling down as you pant. The feeling mind-numbing as it slams in and out of you. Over and over, twitching and twirling within your dripping cunt. You plead for more, wanting nothing more than Tamaki’s cock to enter your pussy as well.

“Tama, please! Oh my god!” You scream as the tip of his tentacle easily presses into your g-spot. “SHIT!”

He slams the tentacle into your g-spot without mercy. A feral grin on your face as you continue thrashing against your bonds. His tentacle growing in girth inside your spasming walls. All while he continues to build the fiery pressure from within.

“I think you’re being too loud.” Tamaki groans. The tentacle that was groping your breasts shooting down. The smooth skin pressing against your aching cunt.

Your head throws back and your mouth drops as you’re about to scream his name. You’re cut off as another tentacle fills your mouth. Your scream is muffled, and you choke around the tentacle. The tip of the tentacle pressing against the back of your throat. The tentacle rams further down your throat, and your eyes roll back. The double penetration overwhelming you. There is nothing more that you can do except take it. Letting him have way with you as he fucks both your mouth and clenching pussy.

In and out, your body trembling as he fucks you in both places fast, hard, unforgiving. Your dripping cunt making the most lecherous noises as he pounded into you. The occasional gags emitting from your throat as his thrusts don’t give you enough time to adjust to his speed.

“Kami, you look so fucking delicious like this.” Tamaki pants from the distance, and you moan around his tentacle. Your mind wanting him even more so as the building pressure of your pussy increases. “Are you ready to come yet, butterfly?” You sob a sound that’s choked around his pounding tentacles. Your head nodding as your cheeks feel as if they are on fire. “Then come for me.”

It all comes crashing down. The tentacle sliding up and down your throat erases your sobs. The tentacle pressing into your pulsating clit goes faster. The tentacle slamming into your pussy widens within your clenching walls. You come hard, your vision turns white as you choke around the tentacle.

Your body weakly thrashes around on the mattress as he tentacles finally leave you. Your body sweaty, aching, and on a whole new high as Tamaki finally crawls onto the bed. A teasing smile on his face as he presses butterfly kisses to your collarbone. You heave for air as his touches are achingly sweet.

He gathers your limp body into his arms, and you sigh as he smooths your bruised wrists. “You were so beautiful,” He whispers. You groan slightly as he presses a kiss to your aching throat. “But don’t think this is over.” Your eyes slide over to Tamaki who grinds his raging boner into the palm of your hand. “You’re just too sweet to resist.”

“Tamaki.” You moan as you begin palming him through his restricting pants. You grin as you feel his lips beginning to suckle against your neck. You smirk as his hips rock against your moving fingers. You whine as he pins you back onto the bed, the tips of his hair brushing against your flushed and sweaty skin. Butterflies once more erupting into your stomach.

“I’m glad you're ready for a round two,” Tamaki groans as your fingers grip his hard-on. You chuckle as you silence him with a kiss.

“Me, too.”

[oikawasass]

I do adore

‣ pairing : kirishima x fem reader.

‣ oneshot.

‣ synopsis : a sweet ukulele song under the stars sounds like the perfect confession to me. 

‣ wordcount : 1.7k+

‣ warnings : none.

"Hey, sharky."

Y/n approached her childhood friend cautiously, finding herself delving into the nervous habit of playing with her fingers as she took a few more steps towards him.

Kirishima turned around to pull his attention away from Katsuki, Denki and Sero at the familiar voice filling his ears. The redhead's expression instantly brightened, flashing his sharp teeth in a toothy grin once he’d seen the girl now standing before him.

"Hey! What’s up N/n?" The boy asked, fully turning his body to now give her his full attention. Y/n felt herself gently bite at the inside of her cheek as she forced up the confidence to go through with her plan.

You see, tonight Y/n had planned to confess to her long-time best friend. She’d been putting it off for a few years now, the thought of him not reciprocating her feelings and losing him as her best friend, or simply having things become awkward terrifying her enough to keep her mouth shut for as long as she had.

They’d done everything together since their early days in middle school. They shared the same dreams, the same wonders, the same fears, the same hopes and goals, there was nothing they didn’t share or support each other through. Perhaps that’s just what made their relationship so sweet.

Or perhaps it was all the sleepovers and sleepless nights together, all the long talks about their existence and 3 am existential crisis’s they shared together after too many horror movies and Netflix documentaries. All the times they would sit in each other's rooms enjoying the others company in comfortable silence, or shouting their lungs out to some terrible pop song they loved to make fun of.

Hell, maybe it was even all of the struggles and weights of their insecurities knocking them down, only to have the other one there to help them back on their feet no matter what. All the times they broke down in each other's arms because it was the one place they felt safe and secure enough to do so. All the tears cried on the other's shoulder with all the comforting words whispered to one another during the lowest times in their lives.

They’ve been there for each other through it all, And that’s why she found herself fallen so hopelessly in love with the boy.

"Are you busy? I’ve got something I wanna do with you really quick." Y/n finally forced out of her throat, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her- no, Kirishima’s black sweatpants she wore.

Eijirou turned back to his group of friends, almost as if to ask for permission to run off with you as he always did. They all sighed heavily, nodding their heads. It was a simple answer they were used to giving at this point, their red-headed friend did this surprisingly often.

With another toothy smile, Kirishima turned back to the h/c haired girl standing across from him and shook his head.

"Nope, I’m all yours. What do you wanna do?" He tilted his head gently to the side, feeling his cheeks go warm when Y/n had reached out and grabbed his hand, beginning to drag him off somewhere.

"Just follow me."

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The pair reached the roof, Kirishima still being dragged by the girl to their favourite spot. It was around the corner from the entranceway, giving them the privacy of the wall behind them, and a perfect view of the city. It was their go-to spot when they wanted to talk about something important.

So of course, Kirishima got the notion. He sat down in his usual spot on the right side of Y/n, crossing his legs and letting his arms rest in his lap. "Is everything alright, N/n?” He asked, concern lacing his tone of voice. Y/n didn’t answer him, too focused on pulling her red ukulele out of the small case strung across her back. It was the same one Eijirou had gotten her for Christmas last year.

"Just- Just listen, okay?" Y/n said through her unstable voice, it was obvious she was nervous.

With a deep breath, she slowly began the island strum of the opening melody.

Everything you do it sends me

Higher than the moon with every

Twinkle in your eye

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " kiri? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " yeah, n/n? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " when we’re grown-ups, ‘n you become a

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ super awesome hero, yous not gonna forget

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ about me right? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " no, dummy! we’re gonna be super awesome

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ heroes and beat up all the bad guys

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ together! "

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forte

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " since when are you such a klutz, n/n?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ you’ve tripped on nothing at least six times

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ today! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " I am not a klutz! the air around my feet is

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ just too thick so it keeps getting my feet

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ caught up in it. "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " or maybe it’s you finally ‘falling’ for me like

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ everyone said you would? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " you wish, sharky. "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " I told you not to call me that!! "

But it brings me to my knees when you say

Hello, how are you, my darling today?

I fall into a pile on the floor

Puppy love is hard to ignore

When every little thing you do, I do adore

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " you don’t need a super flashy quirk to be

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ great, sharky. i don’t know how many times

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i’ve gotta engrave that into your brain! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " I know, I know! i just can’t help but think-

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ mmff ! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " I'm not taking my hand off your mouth until

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ you agree with me on how amazing you are. "

We're as different as can be

I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed

And I'm overly uptight

We balance out each other nicely

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " what’re you so nervous about, n/n? it’s just

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ a dance. ease up a little! plus, look at how

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ fire your date looks! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " quit flexing in my mirror so i can finish

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ getting ready, sharky!! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " okay okay, i’m moving! but seriously, lighten

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ up! we’ll have a great time. "

You wear sandals in the snow

In mid-July, I still feel cold

We're opposites in every way

But I can't resist it when say

Hello, how are you, my darling today?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " hello my darling n/n, to what do I owe the

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ pleasure on such a fine winter morning? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " . . . are those crocks? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " of course they’re crocks. "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " there’s 2 feet of snow on the ground. "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " and? lightning mcqueen is made for all

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ kinds of weather. "

I fall into a pile on the floor

Puppy love is hard to ignore

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " you’ve got lovesick eyes, I know that look

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ n/n! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " I do not, quit overthinking ! "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " you totally do, you’re even blushing! so who

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ is it? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " no one dummy! quit asking! "

When every little thing you do, I do adore

Finding words, I mutter

Tongue-tied, twisted

Foot in mouth, I start to stutter

Ha, ha, Heaven help me

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " so what’d you wanna tell me, n/n? "

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " w-well. . .you see. . .its just. . ."

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ " It’s nothing. forget I even said anything,

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ahaha. "

Hello, how are you, my darling today?

I fall into a pile on the floor

Puppy love is hard to ignore

When every little thing you do, I do adore

Every little thing ba ba bap ba

Every little thing ba ba bap ba

Every little thing you do I do, adore.

Y/n swallowed thickly when her singing and the strumming of the ukulele in her hands came to a close.

She had always sung for Kirishima, and he had always loved to listen. Her sweet, melodic voice overtaking his ears was something he truly did cherish each time it happened, despite how frequent it did.

Yet this time was different, and of course, Eijirou knew that.

This was her confession.

They had thought of all the same childhood moments they shared leading up to now for each line of her song, it didn’t need to be said. Call it their minds being linked, I suppose.

Letting the ukulele rest loosely in her lap, Y/n gently rose her gaze from the concrete beneath them to Kirishima’s slightly shocked expression. The look on his face only made her nerves grow, causing her to subconsciously play with her fingers in her lap again.

Except Kirishima stopped them, placing his larger hands atop her own to halt her fidgeting. The girl felt her cheeks warm at the action, despite how many times he’s done it before. It was as if everything in that moment was new for the two, as they were no longer on the level of being simple best friends.

The look in their eyes showed that deep down, they were so much more.

With a shaky inhale, Y/n finally brought herself to meet her e/c eyes with the other’s red ones, a silence falling over them as they were both at a loss for where to begin. She wanted to explain to Eijirou her reasoning for the song, and the reasoning for all her clumsiness and fumbling around him for the past few months, she wanted to explain everything. Not to mention, the girl desperately wanted an answer to her confession. It was eating her away at this point, questioning whether or not he’d felt the same.

Little did she know, that wasn’t necessary. Kirishima had finally pieced it all together, her song was just that last missing centre puzzle piece.

Opening her mouth to speak, Y/n wasn’t even able to get one word out before she was suddenly cut off, feeling a soft pair of plush lips press against her own.

And that was the only answer she needed.

[carnationdoe]

How they ask you out (Maknae line)

Here is the other half sweetie, @kisskissbang-tan

Park Jimin

Jimin would be dropping small hints that he likes you, but he wouldn’t say it directly to you since he was fearing rejection. Therefore, I feel like you would have to take the reins when it comes to get a confession from him.

It had become every day for you to be over at the dormitory, enjoying time with all seven boys while they were back home and had a little time off.

You especially used time with Jin since you had known him for the longest and you two were the ones who cooked – and today wasn’t any different, you and Jin was in the kitchen cooking while having the time of your lives (or so it sounded like for Jimin).

Jimin had been pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, trying to make his appearance in the kitchen seem erratic. He was starring daggers at Jin, wanting to rip him off of you as he touched you playfully.

You turned your head and was quick to notice a rather crossed-looking Jimin, “Hey Chimmy.”

Jimin’s face lit up immediately as you said his nickname. He quickly came up to you and pulled you towards him; hugging you from behind and letting his chin rest on your shoulder. “Y/N-ie”

You laughed as Jimin sniffed the air, trying to smell what was for dinner, “Smells great, I cannot wait to eat”.

Your ears became red because of how it could be understood. Luckily Jin was there to save you from complete embarrassment, “I need Y/Ns full attention so now leave, Jimin”

In the heat of the moment he began mumbling rather hateful toward Jin and he didn’t stop when he sat down in the couch in the living room; joining the other bandmates.

“Jimin, try be a little more discreet with your jealousy. No one like the green-eyed-monster” Namjoon had his hand on Jimin’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I’m not jealous” Jimin stated, which made the others chuckle. “Who are you trying to lie to?”

Jimin thought he had been discreet with dropping hints that only you understood, but know he knew that he was wrong. Everyone knew that he liked you, except you.

“But why wouldn’t he just tell me?” you asked and fumbled with the spoon “He is Park Jimin”. Jin had said it as if it made sense.  At first it hadn’t but as you thought about it, you began to understand what he meant. Jimin feared rejection. Of course, he would never just tell you, not directly.

“oh” you said shyly, as you put two and two together, “so that’s why he laughs at my jokes, even the bad ones.” Jin couldn’t hold in a light chuckle, everyone knew that your jokes were worse than Jin’s.

“Also, why he gives me the death stare whenever I’m near you.” You gave him a little slap on the back of his head.

“I’m going to let the others know that dinner is ready, Jin-hyung” you said and left Jin in the kitchen. You had gotten an idea when the two of you had talked about Jimin and the apparent crush he had on you.

“Hey guys, dinners ready!” as soon as the words left your lips, everyone jumped up from their spot and walked towards the kitchen.

When Jimin was walking past you, you quickly took a hold of his wrist “Can we talk – now?”

“Chimmy…” You couldn’t get to say more than his name, before Jimin had interrupted you “you don’t need to say anything”.

He tried to walk away, but once again you took hold of his wrist “Jimin, I like you!” you rambled, not wanting to see him sad anymore. The next moment you were in his arms; his face was buried in your neck as he let out tears.

Kim Taehyung ‘V’

I think Taehyung would be spontaneous when it comes to ask you out. A little like Hoseok, but Taehyung would be more spontaneous. He would have thought and planned how he was going to ask you out, but when it finally came to ask you out, he would do something completely different.

Taehyung was the only one who was back at the dormitory and he was going to be alone for the next couple of days since the others had made plans with their families – and he didn’t. Instead he had been planning how to ask you out like a real gentleman.

Taehyung remembered it as if it was yesterday when he had realized that you were just as crazy as him and that he may like you more than a friend.

You had been watching Beauty and the Beast and you had suddenly began singing; if you could call it that, when the scene of Gaston in the pub began playing on the television screen. “When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large”.

It had been branded into his brain; that was why he had bought four dozen of red roses for you which was now stored in a vase in the kitchen, waiting for you.

Taehyung heard something which caught his attention; a high-pitched whimper. He was becoming panicked as he recognized the sound. He sat down when he found the little fur ball curled up and whimpering. “What’s wrong, Yeon-tan?”

Yeontan kept on whimpering. Not reacting as he normally would when Taehyung were near him. Normally Yeontan would follow Taehyung everywhere and loved to be touched.

Taehyung had no idea what to do; he was on autopilot, with the phone up against his ear waiting for you to answer the phone call.

“Tae?” you were cut off by Taehyung “Can you come over? Yeontan isn’t feeling well”. You were quick to say yes and just as quick you left your appointment and went over to the dormitory.

“Where is the little one?” you asked as soon as you arrived, not giving Taehyung a hug as you would normally since you couldn’t get the Yeontan out of your mind. Taehyung was quick to take your hand in his and dragged you after him.

You sat down on your knees, looking at Yeontan who suddenly looked a lot better when he saw you up close. You let out a giggle as the dog began barking happily at you and licking your hand.

While this was happening Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh with you, had Yeontan just missed you? Just like he did. “I think he wants you around more”

You became flushed by his words and he noticed; noticed how your chest, neck and cheeks turned a light red. “I would love to be around more” you mumbled, embarrassed.

“So, does his dad” he confessed, trying to catch your eyes and when he did, he couldn’t look away. “You do?” you were shocked by how it all had turned around. Taehyung nodded his like a happy child.

He leaned forward and took your hand in his, “How about for a walk with Yeontan, and thereafter dinner? Like a date.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be way too shy to ask you out face to face or even over a phone call, therefore I feel like he would do it over text. He would do it when both of you were in a good place, it would be both sweet and romantic - maybe even a little poetic.

“What should I do, Hyung?” Jungkook looked at Namjoon with pleading eyes, hoping for help from the one person he looked up to the most. Namjoon wanted to help the youngest, but he knew he couldn’t suggest something that the boy wasn’t comfortable with.

“You like the girl, right?” Jungkook nodded vigorously “and you want to be more than friends with her, right?”  Once again Jungkook nodded his head. “Ask her out then.” Namjoon said in a matter-of-fact manner; as if it was self-evident.

“I-i-i ca-a-nt do th-a-at” Jungkook was stuttering, embarrassed to confess his self-doubt. “Why not?” Namjoon asked, even though he knew the answer, he needed to hear it from the boy.

Jungkook swallowed hard, looking away from his young “afraid”. It was one word, but it was the only way he could describe the feeling he felt when the thought of asking you out came through his mind.  

“I never said you needed to face her like that… Ask her out over text, we live in a modern era where we can do so”

“You think that would work?” Jungkook’s eyes almost popped out in shook by the suggestion, would it work?

“Just don’t do it out of the blue, do it while you have a good conversation” Namjoon knew he was pushing the boy, but he knew it was the push he needed – and he was right.

When night came Jungkook had finally build up enough courage to contact you. It started out as any other normal conversation; a simple greeting and then asking how each other were, before turning into a deeper conversation about life.

“Jungkook, you can do it” Jungkook talked to himself as he had written the message to you, but still hadn’t sent it “you can do it… Namjoon believes in you” he repeated over and over again before he pressed the send-button.

Immediately regretting it and tried taking it back. But he couldn’t. It was now out of his hands.  

“Y/N-ah, I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings”. Your cheeks were burning red and hot as your eyes took in what Jungkook had written. If it wasn’t for it being engraved with your name you wouldn’t have believed it was for you, “I remember you, though distance and circumstances have kept us apart. You should know that even in silence love flows. I will never stop dreaming about you, waiting for the day I will be back; Taking you out and treating you like a queen”

When Jungkook received a text back from you, his legs had taken action; running over to Namjoons room, knocking on the door rather frantic. “She said yes! HYUNG, SHE SAID  YES!”

[rogerthat-taylor]

Numbers on Flyers (Roger Taylor x Reader x Ben Hardy One Shot)

Summary: You were flatmates with Roger and one evening, while meticulously duplicating flyers for Queen’s upcoming gig, he picked up the phone and heard another boy, Ben, asking to speak to you. For the first time ever, in your decade-long friendship with Roger, he was undoubtedly jealous.

Warnings: None

Words: 1.3K+

A/N: I was inspired to write this back when Roger posted a flyer he had made for one of Queen’s gig back when they were starting out. This has been in my archive since then but I never really got to go back to it until now. Also... I kinda did an overly ambitious thing whereby I kinda imagined the other guy to be Ben Hardy so we’ve really got the best of both worlds here iDk but yeah. There's meant to be a part 2 to this but let’s see.

“Where’s Brian?” You grunted while you stood one-legged by the door trying to kick off your shoes.

You were exasperated from a long day of back to back lectures and beyond relieved to be home even if home referred to a grotesquely unkempt flat and an empty fridge all of which can be expected for you shared the flat with two university boys. It was either this or an overpriced tiny dorm shared with a complete stranger. Besides, Roger had been a dear friend since childhood, perks of having a neighbour who was the same age of you growing up, and Brian - well, Brian had always been a delight dating back to your very first introduction to one another upon hearing his interest in sharing the flat.

“He’s doing a project at someone else’s” replied Roger, barely looking up from what he was doing to acknowledge your presence, “God knows when he’ll be back.”

You nodded as you trudged towards the table he was at, curious as to what he was so engrossed in that he failed to say a decent hello or some sort of greeting. 

“You’ve got an exam coming up?” you questioned right before your brain could process what was on the table.

His usual pile of books and files where nowhere to be seen rather, the table was scattered with loose leaf of papers identical to one another. Some of which seemed to have been organised and separated. This was all very curious because it almost looked as if he had been doing an art project.

“Nope, exams were last week,” he replied, eyes still glued to what he was doing. One hand on the paper, the other wrapped around a marker as he slowly and very meticulously wrote on a fresh white paper, “We’ve got a gig coming up next week. Could you pass me that paper over there?”

He finally looked up but only to point at the stack of papers at the corner of the table you were standing at. You obliged, taking the paper that was on top of the others.

"Not that one," he said, "that one."

"Thank you," you chuckled cynically, "The whole pointing to one group of papers is really helping out."

"Yes! That one!" He said when your hand grazed on one of the many papers. You pulled it out from the pile only to find that it was identical to everything else but not according to Roger who took it from you without any form of gratification and proceeded with adding onto it.

"Loving the whole attitude, Rog," you rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen, in hopes of finding anything edible when the house phone rang.

Roger jumped up and sprang to the phone as if he was expecting a call.

"Hello?"

Empty; just like your stomach, the fridge had been empty of food just as you dreaded.

"Y/N," Roger called out, "The call's for you!"

Surprised, you head out to Roger to find him frustrated.

"Why is there a boy calling?" he mouthed as you took the phone from him.

You shrugged, "Hello?"

"Y/N!" greeted Ben, the boy you took Linguistics with, "I was wondering if you if you were free next Wednesday evening? I'd like to take you up on that dinner I promised."

"Next Wednesday?" you voiced out to Roger in hopes that he would gather enough to understand that you had been subtly asking him if they had a gig that night.

He shook his head and mouthed, "No, you can't that night."

"I'm afraid I'm not, how about Thursday night-"

He shook his head yet again, "Nope."

"Wait, I'm sorry, I meant Frid-"

"No-"

"Okay, look, Ben," you cut Ben off for the umpteenth time, "Why don't I call you back when I get my schedule for next week sorted out?"

"Sure, of course," he said delighted as he recited his contact.

You took the closest paper and pen to you, which unfortunately happened to be one of Roger's flyers, and penned down Ben's number accordingly.

"Oi!" Roger tried to take the pen from you but failed as you managed to dodge him.

You read out his number to confirm, "Alright, I'll get back to you as soon as I..."

Roger had been trying to take the flyer with Ben's number from your hold only crumpling the paper.

"As soon as I sort things out," you continued, "Goodbye!"

"What was that?" You and Roger raged in unison, "What do you mean-"

"Actually," Roger took a step back and returned to his seat with his flyers, "I don't care - I don't have the time for this.

"The time for what, exactly?" You pressed on, aggrevated and confused.

You heard the markers screech and scratch against the paper as you noticed how much more aggressive and messier Roger has gotten with his handwriting. The once used to be pretty flyer has turned into one that was evidently rushed and ruined.

You took the marker from him, earning yourself a growling Roger.

"What do you want?" He probed.

"We're just gonna take a break from the markers-"

"I'm not jealous!"

Your eyes widened, "And no one ever said you were, hun."

"Then give me back my marker," he grumbled on.

"You're not in the right state to be doing these, look!" You held up his recently ruined flyer to reiterate your point.

"I'm fine," he lied and faked a smile, "See! All good and dandy."

"Liar," you called out.

"Fantastic song, if I do say so myself," he shrugged, his eyebrows still creased together.

You sighed and smiled, bringing the pad of your thumb to graze over his eyebrows in an attempt to soften the frown and somehow it did. There was absolute peace and silence as the both of you locked eyes as if searching something in each other's gaze, something evidently there but not quite so clear. You felt your heart pounding louder as the ends of his lip curved ever so slightly into the teeniest, cutest smile. He bowed his head down chuckling slightly to himself.

"Look," he said, looking up, "We just have a lot of gigs coming up next week and Brian and I don't want you missing out."

"Our flat doubles as your studio, do you really think i'll miss out?" You laughed, elbowing him.

"It's different and you know it."

"So a gig every night?" You pressed on as if needing him to confess something.

"No - Wait, yes," he stuttered.

"And you want me there every night?"

"Yes."

"If you say so," you shrugged off and stood up from your seat.

You smiled as an indication to you obliging to his request.

"Help me distribute these flyers, will you?" He tugged on your wrist before you could leave the table.

"Only if you say please," you teased.

"Please."

You nodded before turning away with Ben’s numbers in your hand, heading to your room. The way Roger had reacted was all very peculiar and whatever it made you feel was equally baffling but whatever it was, you knew better than to dig deeper into it. Whatever you and Roger shared had always been platonic and you both knew it was for the best anyway. Too much was at stake, you've been each other’s best friends since young - you just couldn't risk losing that.

"The trash bin's that way," Roger called out pointing to the kitchen, implying that you throw the flyer that had Ben’s number.

You laughed it off, careful not to add meaning to all his gestures. Little did you know that deep down, Roger was a raging mess. His heart had been pounding out of his chest and his palm had been engraved thanks to his nails digging into them in frustration. He had never felt this way about other boys going after you and he didn't quite comprehend why this was happening now but one thing seemed clear: he and you were the unbreakable pair and whether that was only a platonic sentiment was something he has yet to find out.

[jjkpls]

untitled (m)

> genre : smut

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

> words : 3.6k

> warning : none

> Jeon Jungkook, the cute irresistible dongsaeng, proposes to help you out of a dry spell or something like that. (blowjob; noona kink maybe)

A/N : sorry I’m bad at summaries please read lol; also I’m sad because I couldn’t find a gif of the very moment that inspired this. also i hope the smut doesn’t suck too much (pun intended). and kookie I’m sorry TT

> Read the bonus: Jungkook’s POV after reader’s confession here !

« Wait! »

My hands jump to grab his own but I stop mid-track, almost falling off the bed. He freezes his movement, he is a second away from taking off the very last pieces of clothing covering his frame, he then raises his eyes at me. Round and large with confusion. His bottom lip, the cutely plump one, falls downward.

« What are you doing? Are you insane?! »

I may have screamed a little too hysterically because he starts pouting like an upset kid, ready to whine and maybe even cry. I almost find him adorable, almost feel bad but after a quick blink, I'm reminded that right now he is the farthest from a kid he has ever been.

His fingers are twitching nervously, centimetres away from the fly of his jeans. I am trying, concentrating all the willing power I can gather, to not look at him. But he is standing right here. So close. The enchanting smell, a mix between a sweet sugary note and a more natural one, subtle touch of sweat that makes my mouth dry and my head slightly dizzy.

I am so weak I need to close my eyes shut to stop staring at his fair skin. Even from the corner of my eyes, I can not help but notice the studded trail of hairs under his belly button, the trace his boxers' waistband has left on his skin. My heart misses a few beats and I'm terrified, for a seemingly eternal instant, that it won't start anew.

It was too sudden. It feels like a second happened between the moment he knocked on my door, and the one when he just occurs to stand right in front of me, clearly on the path of stripping himself entirely naked. His clothes must have been removed at some point but I did not even get to see it coming. Red is starting to colour his cheeks and his fingers tremble more in the air.

"Noona, you said you wanted me..." He transpires sheepishness. His words, stuttered out through pouty lips, are inarticulate, lisped even more than usual. I don't think I've heard him sounding so unconfident in the past two years. He used to be like this all the time back when we'd just met and he had a hard time hanging around me without awkwardness bubbling in his belly. I really thought that period was way behind us, buried to never see the light of day ever again as we've learned to grow so comfortable around each other. But here he is, uneasy breath stumbling out of his agape mouth, his whole being decomposing under timidness and confusion. My heart squeezes painfully in my bosom.

He doesn't get the fact that I'm turning away so far, stiff neck starting to hurt from the position, just to avoid looking at his body. He might be even a little hurt by it. My inner instinct to take care of him in any circumstances, makes me want to catch his hands in mines and squeeze them lovingly until the confusion fades away. But I know I just can not do this. Not when my fingers, even with the most careful effort, might accidentally brush against the warm skin of his chest. Not when he is mentioning this old episode. That old episode I thought had, somehow, auto-destructed itself into thin air to be forgotten by all, and especially by him -because it was over for my own case, no matter what I've tried to do: auto-hypnosis, self pep talk consisting of denying, busying my mind to make sure I don't accidentally think about it and revive the memory to my conscience, the nightmarish memory is still damnly engraved in my brain. That damned episode of that damned time when I did say that I wanted him and even more.

A little bit of soju. Literally just a little bit. I know I can not handle much alcohol. Therefore I am smart enough to avoid it for reasons similar to the one you'll learn soon enough. But I am not wise enough to ignore dumbasses provoking me restlessly.

« Laaaame! »

I glared at Kim Taehyung, head tilted to the side, eyes squinted in quiet threat. He thought he was cool but he looked ridiculous with his glassy eyes and a stupid grin he could not get rid off, swaying on his seat as if stuck on a wild boat. He had a brownish stain going from his neck to down his chest: beer he had spilt on himself after having one fucking drink. Impossible to take him seriously or even consider taking his attacks seriously. But then Park Jimin, the over sexual drunkard, was done acting like a nympho in the hallway he had decided to turn into a dancefloor and came back to the table to harass me as well, as a backup to his soulmate.

So, obviously, to shut their stupid loudmouths I downed a shot glass of soju and well, it was enough for me to lose my goddamn self-preservation and any sense of decency apparently.

It started with what I imagined to be a charming, seducing, definitely tendentious pose. Cheek set on my hand, leaning towards him with my elbow holding me up riskily on the table. I was probably swaying a little bit back and forth like the idiotic Kim Taehyung, but I didn't care. I smiled kindly at him, eyes soft and shiny with mischief.

He, as always, was sporting that dull-witted expression on his face. This kind of blank, simply still expression that doesn't say much. He looks like he is paying great attention but also like his mind is stuck somewhere else and he doesn't understand anything you're saying. Calm and relaxed, big round eyes looking confused even if he's not which, well, could be confusing.

Not that I am blaming him. But if he had a more expressive face, one that would obviously say « Noona, you're drunk and I don't feel like listening to your crap. Please shut up. » well, I would have as I should have shut up for good.

On the moment, I was mistaking the situation. Not feeling particularly weird even though I knew I was spilling some truths I had felt I shouldn't confess to him ever -at least, before this very moment of distraction. Unfortunately enough, I have a perfectly clear image of him left in my mind now. That same image that keeps making me so mortified every time it flashes, unannounced, behind my eyelids.

He was sitting still, next to me, wide eyes emphasized by his stupid Harry Potter glasses, staring at me blankly or dancing amongst the table, as if looking for any plate with anything left for him to eat. His lips slightly parted as in deep reflexion. He had a sign of... disturbance? though. Something pretty obvious. Pretty fucking obvious for someone who wouldn't be intoxicated the way I was. In fact, his leg was shaking non-stop under the table, sometimes up and down, sometimes from left to right. But mindless me, who sort of noticed, could only focus on how tight his light blue denim was stretching on his thick thigh; and the tempting skin, winking at me through the inappropriately large holes.

I leaned even closer so he could hear, him only, all that I had to tell him. About his thighs I wanted to grab, scratch, bite before riding them to cloud 9. His neck I was slightly obsessed with since I saw him once leaving a stage, pearls of sweat rolling down the expanse of his milky skin. His cute lips I imagined red, swollen from my ministration or from the effort they would put on my body; big round eyes shiny with tears from the overwhelming pleasure I wanted to torture him with; soft, dark hair stuck to his forehead, falling low on his eyes; thin waist perfectly shaped for my legs to wrap around. And his stupid ridiculous overgrown-bunny muscles that I couldn't help but imagine him using to lift me up and pin me up against the wall.

And he just left me talk. He remained there, listening carefully as he always does. Not blinking much more of usual. His doe eyes would sometimes look at me carefully, most of the times lose themselves into space, not giving up on much of what could be going on in his head. His face and neck and ears were blushing a vibrant red but I'd just assumed that the alcohol was the cause behind it. Absolutely not that I was appalling him then and there.

I had started to talk about his cock in way too obscene and creepy ways when, luckily, Park Jimin put me in a headlock, begging in a whiny honey-like voice to go dance with him. After fighting him for way too long about the fact that we were in a fucking restaurant and there was no dance floor waiting for any of us, the night I sexually harassed that poor Jungkook kid was over.

« You said that, didn't you? »

« Still, you can't- I thought- Why are you mentioning this now? »

Because it's been like five months. Since then, he's never showed any sign of interest. Literally. He's kept treating me like his noona. The unattractive noona he would not perceive like an actual potentially sexual being. As a matter of fact, he hasn't shown any sign of remembering the incident. I prayed, long and hard, for him to not have any recollection of it and it seemed to have worked. Still acting like a clown to make me laugh, invading my home to play games with me, whining cutely to have me treat him all kinds of food. There was not the least wavering in his behaviour.

I may have thought catching a bizarre hesitation in the looks he gave me at the beginning but I've come to the conclusion that the guilt and the embarrassment made me see things that were not there since, soon enough, he was back to normal.

But he did remember, didn't he?

"Noona, you need a man and I'm here." He says, firmly, straight eyebrows frowned in determination, bombing his chest. He probably thinks he looks tough but he appears quite cute like that.

"What do you mean I need a man?"

"Hyung said so." There is a curse that I can't prevent from slipping out of my mouth. I'm not sure which one of his hyungs he is talking about but I'm pissed. Why, did I think, for a second, that confiding my love -and sexual- life fiasco to them was a good idea? "I remember what you said you wanted from me the other night so here I am. I'll give it to you."

The tone of his voice, sweet and soft as always, not stranded by the tension from earlier, fills up the room and diffuses the nervosity I was suffering from. Biting back a smile, I lean to pick up the tee-shirt he discarded and give it back to him.

"Kook, I don't- Put your clothes back on."

"Wh-why? I- I will do it with you! You don't want me anymore? Why?" It takes all the power in me to not laugh at his cute desperation. I swallow it back though because I'm terrified his sheeny eyes, staring straight back into my gaze, will start spilling tears. With cautious words and a benevolent smile, I explain, calmly, that this situation is just wrong. I explain that he can't just give himself away, throwing himself at me as an offering, just because he's been told that I'm sad and lonely and horny. As kind as his gesture is -in theory- it's simply wrong. You pursue people that you want, that turn you on, not that you want to be kind to.

"I do want you, noona! I really want to do it!"

Do it. It makes me cringe. Not that he is not cute, he's quite adorable as he always is. But him not even being able because of shyness to put the right words makes me feel worse than ever. I feel like a damned sinful creature trying to corrupt a sweet innocent angel.

"You don't, Kook."

"I do!"

"You can't even name 'the thing'! You don't want it, you're just bein-"

"Stop putting words in my mouth." His hands squeeze the tee-shirt he is holding in a frustrated ball. "I do. I wanna make love with you." My heart stops once again. And my centre throbs. The whole tension from earlier trying to seep in the tip of his nose back in the conversation. He is sulking, I can tell by the lowness of his tone. Nevertheless, there is a sincerity strand impossible to ignore.

Those words I've wanted to hear for so long never sounded so good, even in the most sophisticated fantasy my mind could have come up with. My head is dizzy. My cheeks are burning. I just hope he can't see it because it'll be even harder to not give in.

"___." As if the use of my name instead of the usual honorific term doesn't translate enough his newfound confidence, Jungkook throws harshly his shirt back to the ground. Tips of cold fingers grazing the reddish apple of my cheeks, I'm exposed.

"I won't sleep with you, Jungkook." His shoulders slump down, miserably. "I'm- It's too confusing."

He is handsome. He is deadly. From the line of his body to those traits, the most captivating ones I've ever seen on any human's face. And of course, appearances and beauty are subjective. And of course, I don't think, in-depth, that they influence the least one's feeling towards someone else. Quite frankly, it's his heart the biggest and warmest one I've ever encountered that moves me. He is soft and he is so kind and so generous. Before those obscene thoughts have started invading and plugging up my mind, I only wanted to shower him with love and the most platonic kisses. I'm not even sure what happened. Probably that fucking comeback stage coming straight from hell he and his friends performed a little over a year ago.

Anyways, all I was trying to get at is that, besides his soul being so precious, he is hot as fuck and I can hardly consider that he would really, sincerely want me.

"I'm sincere! I really-"

"Jeon Jungkook, stop !" He glares at me, puffs his cheeks, sighing deeply. "You're too weird. You've never shown any interest and out of no-" In a swift motion, Jungkook grabs my hand to place it on his crotch. His bulging, obviously worked up crotch.

"Can I suck you off ?" Yes, I've just lost all willing.

"C-can you- what ?"

"Suck you off ?"

"Ye- I mean no !" He bites hard on his lower lip, the cutely plush one. "No, no, no. It's me- I'm- I'll take care of you."

"Kook, you want to do something for me ?" He nods eagerly, hair flying around, feet scooting unconsciously on the carpet to get closer. "Then let me do this. Pleasing you is what I want."

"Only if you let me take care of you afterwards." He is all frowned eyebrows and tight jaws, looking like a serious negotiator. Therefore, I simply nod, crossing under my thigh my fingers because it's a lie.

Trembling fingertips reach to touch the soft skin of his hips, he flinches under the touch and I almost decide to retract them once and for good. It's a quick glance up to his face that makes me change my mind and grab with more assurance the hem of his jeans. He is looking down at me with this telling glint shining in his pretty eyes. He really wants it. I have no doubt anymore. He is just as nervous as I am.

Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss against his bustling heart, trying to get him to relax as my hands work on getting him out of his pants. He breathes out, his nose releasing a tiny whistle that makes me grin against his skin. I'm so done for this boy. "Kook, I'm a bit eager so I won't take my time. I hope it's okay for you." I ask, peering at him from under. His jeans are unfastened and balled up around the middle of his meaty thighs -the prospect of losing probably 5 good minutes in getting those tight as hell jeans off of him just convinced me to keep them here. Meaty thighs I can't keep my fingers from digging in. God, how greedy I've been for these thighs.

"It's okay, noona, anything is okay." He reassures quickly, words tumbling out messily from the tautness he is under. When I grab a full hand of his still clothed shaft, he twitches not only under my fingers but his whole body does, a loud whimper erupting from him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I ask, a hint of a sneer in the edges of my tone. I'm not mean, I swear. But the cute uncontrolled noises and the vibrant red of his cheeks are just lavishing.

"Yeah, I- fu-" He bites back the curse that almost slipped when I've started massaging him, slowly but firmly, through his underwear. This cutie still cares about not cursing around me. He'll be the death of me.

He is already so hard and he feels so burning hot, my mind starts falling in a haze. It's insane the effect Jungkook has on me. He hasn't touched me in the least bit but I feel like a few words whispered by him might make me come undone.

The darker stain appearing on the tissue resolves me to get to it already. Exhaling hard as to chase away the anxiety, I slip one of my hand inside, dragging the waistband down with the other one. My eyes are observing his face carefully as to delay the moment I'll have to face his cock. Jungkook is so quiet, eyes wide and apprehensive. I smile gently at him, caring to defuse his possible uneasiness despite having to deal with my own. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Maybe because I can't really believe this is happening. Maybe because in the back of my head, anxious little versions of me are running around like headless chickens, bumping into each other, yelling something about what's going to happen after with him, our friendship and everything and everybody else. Maybe because it's been a while since the first and last time I've given head -a debacle, let's not mention it- and I'm terrified to mess up.

When I finally take my wild thoughts under control, I allow my gaze to fall down from his pretty eyes and linger on the object of all my fantasies. My heart is beating like crazy, and my breath seems too short, but I'm overwhelmed by greed and don't let another instant to pass before quite literally jumping on it.

With no sense of shame or embarrassment or doubt, I engulf the most I can of his member, swallowing around it like a starve woman, encouraged by the hissing and whining coming straight from his core.

I am way more selfish than he probably thinks me to be right now. As I'm leaning further on his shaft, between kisses and licks and sucks, slowing my pace so I can feel and enjoy the heat and the smoothness and the dizzying heaviness of his cock on my tongue, I know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else doing anything else. I'm not even sure I would trade this to have him take direct care of my needs. And I know, I am, right now, creating excellent material to recycle for the years of lonely nights I might have to spend in the future.

"Fuck, ___." He groans, looking straight into my eyes. He looks absolutely breathtaking like that. Hair sticky to his forehead, few droplets of sweat rolling down his neck, eyes glassy, and mouth agape. His bottom lip, the cute, slightly crooked plump one I too often tend to be mesmerized by when he talks, is dark as hell and I think I even catch a glimpse of bloody red.

His heavy hooded eyes are clinging to my own in an inescapable hold as my hand jerks him off fast.

"Are you close?" I breathe out, voice hoarse, mostly strained by arousal. His head falls back with another groan. He's too immersed in his own pleasure to answer but the angry red his tip is tainted with tells on him. Closing my mouth gently around the tasty-looking head, I suck hard, jerking hard while his hips follow with an erratic thrusting.

He curses and groans and whines, loud and clear, unbothered by how he might sound to me or even to my neighbours, as I help him out through his orgasm. My name erupts again and again from his sweet lips and I moan from down here, clutching my thighs one against the other wondering if I could actually come just by hearing this sinful calling of my name.

Once I swallowed everything he gave me, I peck his cock gently and release him from my hold. He falls on the bed, spent and eyelids struggling to stay open.

"Do you wanna sleep here ?"

"No, I- I'm not sleeping, I have to give it back to you."

I chuckle at his form, slumped on the mattress clearly not ready to give anything at the moment, and proceed to tuck him under the covers after I've freed him from his jeans and arranged his briefs back on. He complains for good measure but I can hear, as I'm leaving for the bathroom, that he's started snoring.

And shit, I'm not even mad about it.

[theaiexperiment]

🎁 || can totally be an early gift exchange if you want~

’Tis the Season of Giving: Accepting

         Originally, Sardonyx had not planned on giving Arrow his Christmas present early. Like the rest of her dear companions, he would have received it on that merry holiday’s date. However today she had finally finished wrapping all her gifts and the female hedgehog INTENDED to clean up every bit of evidence (interspersed across apartment) after getting lunch, but an unannounced visit from cherished friend swiftly derailed that. Needless to say the duo were still mentally adjusting towards this whole ‘coordinating visits’ thing.

         With all the fun they had traversing city streets, it was easy for Sardonyx to forget about her mess at home. Plus as they headed back there, the sentient clone uttered some vague, cowardly confessions which she in turn regretted immensely. Troubled by her unseen condemnation, the artificial girl did not regard wrapped gifts across room until it was too late. Detecting cheeks starting to bear a red coloring as Arrow entered and saw decorated packages, she felt utterly mortified towards this predicament.

         “Oh no, yo-you weren’t suppose to see this,” she stuttered, before suddenly rushing over and picking up her stuff. “I-I’m sorry, that I-I’ve been so scatter-brained recently. This doesn’t usually happen I swear, t-though if you want to leave I... I wouldn’t blame you.” Voice fell flat on that last part, as him exiting this complex with a stressed note was not exactly something Sardonyx desired. Fortunately the cerulean hedgehog’s sense of chivalry was evoked and she soon found his hand resting upon her wrist whilst ears discovered comfort in that mellifluous offer to help. Finding herself enchanted by those compassionate emeralds once more, she relaxed and muttered a ‘thank you’. Then the two began to work.

         It was Arrow who spotted his present first, though ruby irises were quick to recognize the sealed package. Adorning a frown on tan muzzle as he handled it, she outstretched her arm towards him.

         “Careful, it’s fragile,” Sardonyx cautioned, slowly ambling towards the Sonic alternate before plopping down by his side. Sparing glances betwixt the gift and those saccharine, bonhomie jades for a few moments, she then opted to display her own grateful smile. “But you know what, since you were so kind to assist me... I suppose I’ll give my present to you early this year. Heck, you can even open it now if you’d like.” Once the azure speedster did just that, he found that inside a box were two, glass teacups. One slightly bigger than the other, but mirrored it’s counterpart well. They weren’t colored, nor was either engraved with any breathtaking patterns. However the tips of handles seemed to push into them, creating a heart shape at their bottoms. When green orbs looked at the ex-bounty hunter again, grin had become nervous.

         “I-I know you’re a tea type of person, so when I saw these in the window display I... immediately thought of you. I hope they’re alright.”

[fieryfafarfanfics]

Starry Night

 The stars were beautiful tonight.  Deep brown eyes stared at the night sky. It was a peaceful night. Stars gleamed and twinkled. The moon shined and beamed. Birds were absent, save for a few owls who hooted peacefully as if they acknowledged her presence. A small smile curled the corners of her lips. Knees tucked close to her chest, Kiran took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her mouth.  “There you are, Kiran.”

 A small flinch pinched her shoulders. Head turned to the left. Her smile grew only wider to see the prince standing a few steps away. “Alfonse!” His name tickled her tongue so comfortably. Body suddenly feeling a chill upon his presence, Kiran hugged her knees tighter. “I—hi!”  His smile caused an uneven beat in her heart.  “Hi to you as well.” A short laugh accompanied by his response, Alfonse slowly approached her. “I realized that you disappeared after dinner tonight.” Though he stood beside her, like a gentleman he was, the prince silently waited until he got her approval to sit next to her.  He didn’t need to say it. She didn’t need to approve it.  God, she had to bite back a wider smile to know how sweet he was.  Scooting an inch to the right – despite the fact that they were on a wide meadow in the first place – Kiran tipped her head to the empty space on her left.  Her heart started to form a mad little rhythm once he sat next to her.  “O-Oh…” Voice almost stuttered to reveal her embarrassment, Kiran coughed once and threw her gaze forward. “I…needed a little walk.” That part was true. But the other half denied her mouth to pry open any further. White teeth lightly nipping the insides of her lower lip, the summoner tipped her head downwards until her chin brushed her knees.  “You miss your world.”  It wasn’t a question.  Slowly her head bobbed once. Heart suddenly feeling heavy at the sorrow that often gloomed inside of her, Kiran tucked her mouth behind her knees. “I’m just…having one of those moments, you know.” It was pointless to deny the obvious anyways. As one year almost wrapped around this world, Kiran figured it was useless to mask her pain with a smile every time she was around people who she often met. As skilled as she was to easily forge a happy façade around people, Kiran quickly realized one way or another that she was only human.  She could only handle the lonely feeling for so long without going crazy, after all. Regret burst in him to realize the damage he had done. “I’m sorry, Kiran!” Really, he was. “I—I may not know what it’s like to be separated by friends and family for so long.” Gods, just the thought alone made him shiver. “But I can imagine the fear of…” He wanted to bite his tongue. “Of never being able to see them again…”  Though his intention was never to make her cry, warmth still pooled in her eyes.  Amidst the dark atmosphere that enveloped them, Alfonse noticed the faint glimmer in the corner of her left eye. “I-I’m sorry!” Shit, shit, he cursed himself to damnation if he ever made her sad. “I—I didn’t mean to make it worse for you!” Body now turned to face her, he raised both hands in a puzzling act of whether to wrap her in a hug or pat her head.  The former was tempting. So tempting.  But he was a prince first and foremost.  Besides, if he were to ever—Gods, now is not the time to think about that! “Kiran…”  Though sorrow clutched its claws around her beating heart, a glimmer of joy did flicker to hear the genuine comfort in his tone.  Taking one deep breath, Kiran looked at him and flashed – forced – a smile. “It’s okay, Alfonse.” Truly, she partly was; at least it wasn’t a lie. “You…You’re right, though.” She wondered if she was a little mean to see the frown on his face. “I mean, sure it might take a while—” A whole lot while. “—to see them again.” Left arm still tucked around her legs, Kiran lazily dropped one hand to the grassy ground.  “But I know I’ll meet them again.” Positive. She always remembered her mother’s words about staying positive in the shittiest of times.  Her mother would never expect her daughter to take her advice in a war, though. But that was beside the point.  One finger traced circles on the soft soil. “Just…in the meantime, I couldn’t help but feel sad and alone when they enter my mind.” Honesty felt heavy on her tongue, but Kiran knew she couldn’t shoulder this burden alone. Not anymore.  He had said many times to rely on him, anyways. She figured it was high time to take him on that offer.  “I’m happy here. I truly am. You and Sharena and Anna and all the other Heroes are like friends and family to me, actually.” Though honesty was the first step she was willing to take, Kiran wouldn’t dare to look at him in the eye. God, she was embarrassed as hell to expose her heart and witness his reaction at the same time. “But at the same time, I miss them. A lot.” Her right palm softly palmed the cold, grassy earth. “That being said, after a few hours of letting my emotions miss them a whole bunch, I feel a bit happy afterwards.”  Legs crossed comfortably as he faced her, Alfonse raised a single eyebrow. “Oh?”  He saw her smile shine wistfully as she stared at the ground.  “Oh.” Playfully she replied, gaze still fixated on anything but him. “I know they’re safe. I know they’re alive.” Her right hand lazily turned until the back brushed the grass. “And I know…I know, one day, I’ll be home again…”  A flicker of joy peeped in her voice. A hint of sorrow crinkled in the corner of his eye.  She would soon go home.  Ah, the constricting pain in his chest was back to taunt him.  “So,” Unaware of the woe she had doused upon him, Kiran finally cocked her head upwards, “while I wait for that day, I’m gonna give it my all and help you guys in saving this kingdom!” The smile on her face grew wider, beamed brighter. “I’m getting better at forming strategies and stuff. Both Robins are being really helpful in making sure none of us die.” A small laugh huffed out at such a distasteful joke, Kiran mentally plucked up her courage to finally look at Alfonse.  Under the twinkling stars, under the beaming moon, Alfonse realized her smile was absolutely the most beautiful sight of all.  Awe struck him into sheer silence. Sapphire eyes gleamed at the sight of her smile, memorizing it, engraving it deeply into his brain that he could vividly envision it even in his sleep. The sorrow that had briefly pricked his heart disappeared, now instantly replaced with a feeling that he had long swore never to acknowledge.  “Alfonse?”  Her voice was the warmth that soothingly enveloped him. Her voice was the light that guided him the way.  Her voice was a melody he ached to hear the last night at night and the first thing in the morning. It took him a few seconds, but upon realizing that she was waiting for a response, Alfonse quickly shook his head. “Yes?” He dumbly responded, mind and heart desperately hoping that she wouldn’t indulge further in the brief stupor he was in.  Thankfully, she didn’t.  Yet her smile still struck right through his mad heart.  “I…” Blush crept into tanned cheeks. “I am…getting better at being your tactician, right?” Arms back to hugging her legs, Kiran now lazily rested her right cheek on her knees.  Gods, if she kept this cute act any longer…  “Yes…” The answer was short, meek, laced with sincerity at every single letter. “You’re the reason we’re achieving peace in this kingdom, Kiran.” And he meant it.  She was so embarrassed, she almost didn’t buy it.  But the summoner didn’t feel like questioning him any further. “Thank you…” Her heart back to skipping a few beats at the pleasant moment they were having, Kiran opted to throw her gaze back at the starry sky.  “If you don’t mind…”  Silence hovered for a few seconds. Kiran remained quiet to let him continue.  “May I…know more about your world?”  Surprised sparked in a pair of deep browns. Eyes blinking quietly in his direction, Kiran then pulled a curious pout. “Hmm?”  Ah.  He loved her.  Gods, no matter how badly he denied it, no matter how insistently he ignored it, as of tonight, he knew he had fallen.  “I…” He was madly, inconceivably, in love with her. “I wish to know about your world.”  His mouth twitched a smile. A sincere smile. A smile laced with love and ache that hungered for her love in return.  But he couldn’t confess to her. Not now.  “Okay!”  He was too afraid.  Smile once again tracing swirls at the corners, Kiran finally stretched her legs forward. “Hmm, lemme see…” One finger lightly tapping her chin, Kiran wondered for a topic for a few seconds. “Oh!” The same fingers then snapped, mouth then pulled a white smile that shined under the nightly gleam.  He was in love with her.  “We have this small device that we use to store music.” Hands positioned across each other, Kiran nodded once. “People always use them when we go out. I mean, social interaction is nice and all, but not everyone wants to talk to strangers every day. And especially not after having a long, hard day of work or study.” Soft laughter bubbled out of her lips to remember the time she panicked when she had forgotten her earphones once she reached campus.  As much as his heart was burning, the topic did manage to distract him for a while. “Oh?” Head tilted to the left, Alfonse continued, “How do you people manage to store music in such a small device? And what kind of music?”  He saw her smile again; Gods, it was beginning to feel unbearable.  “Technology, I guess?” More laughter lulled out.  More thorns twisted around his bleeding heart.  “And for the kinds of music…” Teeth gently nipped the insides of her right cheek. “There are all kinds, actually. From rock to pop to techno to screamo.” One by one her fingers sprung up at the mention of genres. I used to have like 200 music stored in my smartphone.”  Sapphire eyes widened at the statement. “200?!” Shock and awe gaped his mouth open. “That’s a lot, Kiran!”  Her laughter roared delightfully at his reaction.  His face blushed furiously at her amusement.  “Yeah, well. I love to listen to a lot of songs and the journey from campus to my home is quite far when I’m taking public transportation.” Hands lightly patting her legs, she looked at the stunned prince. “Now that I think about it, there are some songs that don’t require any vocals at all.” An idea then beamed in her head. “I wonder if Sakura will be kind enough to play a tune…”  To see her enthusiasm, to hear her pure joy, to see the life in her beautifully hypnotizing eyes.  Gods, this feeling hurt so much.  “You can ask her tomorrow.” And yet he kept it in. “I’m sure Princess Sakura wouldn’t mind if it’s you.” He was afraid enough to know he was in love in her. He didn’t think he could bear the thought of l-lo—  Gods… He took a deep breath.  Maybe it was the dark atmosphere that tampered with her clear vision, but Kiran didn’t realize his emotional turmoil. Instead, relief could be felt washing over her to have this conversation. “Maybe I’ll do that.” Cheeks kissed in red, the summoner giggled softly before tilting her head back to the sky. The stars were still gleaming endearingly. There was not a hint of cloud in sight. And as much as she enjoyed the rain, Kiran sometimes loved the feeling of fresh air cleansing her lungs—  “I’m glad to have you here…”  The confession was sudden, so sudden. Taken aback by his words, Kiran gaped foolishly at the prince beside her. “I—what?”  His smile was sincere. His smile was pure.  However, if Kiran didn’t know any better, she would have thought that his smile looked…doleful.  “I…” It hurt. “I’m glad to have you here, Kiran.” It really hurt.  Her shock enabled him to react further. Breath trapped inside his throat and heart screaming a manic scream, he slowly, fearfully, slid his right hand towards her. “But someday, well…” Semi-callous fingers twitched, flinched, hungered for her touch that called out to him. “I’d like to open the way to your world.”  His fingers brushed the side of her left hand.  Deep brown eyes dropped in shock at the sudden brush.  Knowing full well that he had dug his grave, Alfonse figured there was no other way than to finish it until the end. “We…” Trembling fingers carefully caressed the back of her hand. “W-We…”  Shaking fingers laced around her own.  Her hand was cold as his.  “We could go there together.”  Breath exhaled heavily as if he had held them for many hours, Alfonse forced a smile to hide his shame and pain. He gave her left hand a gentle squeeze. Not once did he let go. Not yet, at least. If anything, he wished to savour the feel of her skin even if it meant she pulled her hand away and possibly felt disgusted at such a crude act—  Thoughts derailed to another stupor once he felt his right hand being grasped.  Like a dumbfounded fool, he looked down.  She was holding his hand.  Her grasp was just as gentle, just as soft, slim fingers trembling slightly; whether it was from the cold or interaction, he didn’t know.  “I’d like that.” Her voice was the warmth he so desperately craved. Her voice was the light he so desperately needed.  “I’d like that very much…” Cheeks now flushed with red, Kiran quickly brought both legs to a thumping chest and rested her right cheek on her knees. Her smile remained in place, vivid, genuine, pink lips a perfect shape to the radiant shine of her face.  He loved her. “I can’t wait, then…” The corners of his eyes feeling warm, Alfonse traced his thumb over her fingers.  He loved her so much, it hurt. END

[lusie-king]

Mech stared at the palm-sized painting and I could have sworn the torchlight glinted off tears in his eyes.

             “Did you know her?” I asked, looking over his shoulder at the image of a young woman. It was difficult to make out any details in the dark room, however the longer I stared the more I became convinced they were of the same bloodline.

             But Mech shook his head quickly and set the frame back down. “No.” His eyes met mine and I knew he was lying. “I was only admiring the engravings on the frame. Such remarkable craftsmanship.”

             “Beautiful,” I agreed, my gaze lingering on the woman’s face.

             “I knew her,” Cordotus sneered. A muscle twitched painfully in Mech’s jaw as he whirled around. Cordotus leaned against the door frame and met Mech’s slowly building rage with calmly crossed arms. “A wicked witch, that one. You kids wouldn’t know her name in this day and age, but those of us who were at the forefront of the Dark War knew her well. Korvina. She was Lurkon’s right hand, a ruthless sorceress. Some of the things I witnessed…she was a heinous magic-wielder.”

             Mech’s fingers curled into fists. My eyebrows knit together. What the hell was going on? Mech was acting like Cordotus had just insulted his…mother.

             A nervous laugh bubbled in my throat. That was impossible. Mech was not Vertisian. But it would explain how he possessed magic, a little fact only I knew as of now. He glanced at me and I snapped my mouth shut.

             “Why’s that amusing?” Cordotus snarled, his hands falling to his sides, one of which brushed the tiller of the crossbow strapped to his hip. I swallowed thickly. “We lost a lot of good men to that harlot.” Mech gritted his teeth. Cordotus did not notice, his attention fixed on me and the dumb grin on my dumb face. “I lost most of my friends.”

             “That’s not…I meant no disrespect, Cordo.” I tried not to stutter as my shaking hands flew up defensively. It wasn’t until my back hit the wall that I realized Cordotus had been moving toward me. “Honestly, I wasn’t listening to a word you were saying! I was remembering a joke Erro had told me this morning.” Cordotus stood over me. “Have you heard the one about the spotted hippogriff?”

             “Something has been bothering me since the day it was announced you were the princess.” He leaned down and I shrank back, trying to escape the quiet words that shot from his growling throat. “You may have everyone fooled with your superficial charm and conveniently timed wits, but I know scum like you.”

             “Scum?” I repeated and it took everything within to contain the new form of laugh crawling up my chest.

             “The swindling sort.”

             “Let me make sure I understand—you do not believe I am who they say I am?”

             Cordotus nodded. “I think you are a liar and nothing more.”

             “So, my name and the enormous dragon you have seen with your own eyes are not convincing enough?”

             Cordotus blinked at me, grinding his teeth while he used all his brain power to think of a defense. In the meantime, I patted his shoulder and scurried out from under his towering stance, which confused him more than anything.

             “Should you come up with an argument, I’d be delighted to entertain it.”

             Cordotus did not pursue me, nor did I give him the opportunity. Araya hurried after me as I entangled my arm with Mech’s, pulling him from the room and from the painting which captivated him so.

             “Marce—”

             “Don’t explain,” I said in a hushed tone. Mech tilted his head slightly. “Whatever she meant to you, I think it best you keep it to yourself.”

             In that moment, Mech looked like he desperately wanted to confess so many things to me. But I refused to listen. I shook my head before he did something stupid—like speak—and broke away from him. His footsteps followed me down the musty, cobwebbed hallway. 

The floorplans were not the easiest to read, especially since there was a draft that made the torchlight shrivel and wither. Mech had to relight it a few times when the fire died completely. I continuously fought with the crinkled parchment. It refused to stay smoothed, no matter the number of times I flattened it out, which brought on a light chuckle from Mech. Normally, I would have shot him a look but it was nice to imagine something else on his mind. He had become so heavy staring at the painting.

             “I believe this is it,” I said finally, more than ready for our journey to conclude.

             Mech held his palm up to the wall, the fire dancing on his fingertips casting a glow over the filthy stone. I dragged my fingers through the dust, earning a noise of disgust from Araya.  

             “What was the purpose?” She wrinkled her nose as dust clouded her whiskers.

             “To better see the runes!”

             “Yes but you know I can do this.” Mech waved his hand slowly along the wall and instantly the grime vanished.

             I took a step back. “Fine. The two of you seem to have things handled.”

             Mech shook his head with a smile and motioned for Araya to also move back. We watched his hands glide over the wall.

             “There is definitely something behind this.”

             “Can you open it?” I asked.

             His face twisted up as he concentrated. “I should be able to.”

             Araya grimaced as I wiped my dirty hand on my legs, smearing stains along the cloth.  

             “Sometimes it is difficult to believe you are a princess.”

              I gave the cat a shrug.

             “Understatement of the century,” Mech snorted. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head and crossed my arms. Before I could think of a clever comeback, the stones composing the wall began to groan. Slowly, they slid apart, locking into the form of a doorway.

             “We found it!” I hollered down the hall, hands cupped around my mouth to amplify my voice. Both Mech and Araya shushed me harshly.

             “We haven’t the slightest idea what may live down here!” the cat hissed.

             I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the cockroaches? Araya, these catacombs have been sealed for decades. Nothing larger than a rat can survive down here.”

             “I wouldn’t speak so confidently, princess,” Ruven uttered. The rest of our party appeared, gripping their torches tightly. “One can never be too sure where monsters lurk.”

             “Well,” I said, stepping up to the doorway, “Let’s find out what lives beneath the catacombs.”

             As soon as I left the hallway, my torch went out and darkness engulfed me.