#i found it so cute when he was like 'wow i'm wording this all wrong' when talking to node and eve was like 'yup'

[cerealbishh]

also i'm so happy that jake's comfortable joking around gabriela, being really concerned for bode, and being vulnerable with eve!

[facioleeknow]

The art of pleasure ch.7

Docility ° Seungmin

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, Smut 18+ ONLY wc:2.1k

Warnings: fraternity skz, experienced seungmin, inexperienced reader, public sex, talk of kinks, spitting, rough sex, pussy slaps, degradation (slightly), name calling, spitting, sort of public nudity, talks of safe word, dom! minnie, titty sucking, squirting

A/N: sorry for the delay guys, I hope you like this ;)

Turns out Felix's reward was pretty simple. After a damn good wipe down, that you both needed, you had found yourself in his bed, dress discarded. Your naked bodies pressed against each other and Felix's plush lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling to his heart's desire. The constant ministrations of his tongue spread a light pleasurable buzz throughout your body, but not strong enough to get you horny again. You were too spent for that, domming for the first time had taken a toll on you but you liked it, you would do it again.

“Hey, I heard the noises stop, are you done?” Christopher bursted through the door, making you jump in place. Felix whined at the movement but a small sweet ‘shh’ from you settled him back into his routine.

“You are unbelievable, Mr Bang,” you whispered with a scoff and motioned for him to stay quiet, you didn't want to disturb Felix after all.

“What? My best friend dommed for the first time and I wanted to know if she enjoyed it or not. Felix seems pretty out of it so I'd say you did a good job,” Chan craned his neck to look at the boy in your arms but you didn't miss his eyes lingering on your bare tits for more than a few seconds.

“Hyung,” Felix whined again, voice muffled.

“It's okay baby, don't worry about him,” you whispered with the sweetest voice you could muster, your lips pressed to his forehead. The sunshine boy sighed against you, his eyelids slowly drooping.

“Best friend? Ouch Chris, you saw me half naked, I thought we had something,” you half joked while you stroked the blonde's hair, the wispy locks tickled your chest.

“We could,” Chris fixed you on the spot with an intense gaze, you could feel your body get hotter and hotter until you had to look away, afraid you might explode. The silence in the room was thick.

“You need to talk to Seungmin, he wanted to clear up some things. I'll put his number in your phone and then leave you to rest.” Without saying anything, you turned your back to him and tried to focus your attention on Felix. His eyes were closed, his mouth still on your nipple and a bit of drool had escaped past his lips and on the curve of your breast. You didn't mind, it was cute. His breath was slow and rhythmic, and not long after your own eyes were starting to close.

When you woke up you were alone in bed, Felix had taken his usual spot at his gaming chair.

“Leaving me alone in bed after the moment we shared? Wow that's cold of you, Felix,” you joked. The chair spun quickly and the boy looked at you with big brown eyes.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to get in a quick match before you woke up.”

“Y/N? I thought it was Miss to you,” you giggled at his face, jaw slacked and cheeks on fire, “ I'm just joking, keep playing baby, don't worry about it.”

Your head hit the pillow again, Felix's bed was insanely comfortable and as much as you wanted to fall asleep again you should've texted Seungmin already.

You: 

Hey Seungmin, it's Y/N, Chris said you wanted to talk to me

Seungmin:

That's right, do you want to meet at the library near your dorm tomorrow at 9 pm? 

I know it's late but I prefer to do this in a public place but I still don't want any people listening to us

You: 

It works for me I'll see you tomorrow <3

Butterflies swarmed your stomach in excitement, you couldn't wait.

The following day, as soon as you stepped foot in the library, you could see him. You hated that particular establishment, it was bleak and cold and the chairs were uncomfortable, but with Seungmin sitting at the table at your right the room looked different; warm and soft and suddenly you wanted to study there all the time. His boyfriend look was no joke.

Seungmin looked up and you hastily moved to greet him, fortunately he didn't seem to have seen you ogling.

“Hey,” he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, his hand briefly squeezed yours, “sit down.”

You had never obeyed a man so fast in your entire life, he seemed to notice that.

“Did hyung tell you what we are going to do?” his voice was still soft but now extremely serious and you were starting to get a bit nervous.

“He only wrote ‘subbing’ on the list.”

“Yes, that's right. I asked you to come here to discuss some things we may try together,” he started looking inside his bag, “I made a list.”

“I have never done anything like this so I don't know how much I can answer.”

“That's okay just tell me if the idea seems nice to you and you want to try, if you don't like it while we do it then you say the safe word and we stop immediately.”

“Okay.”

His smile was reassuring, you had never seen him smile like that but you wouldn't mind seeing it again.

“Okay so what do you want our safe word to be?”

“Puppy,” you didn't even have to think about it, you had heard the guys call him that so many times that it came natural to you.

“Noted. Now I'm gonna list a couple of kinks I want to try and you can decide if you want to try them as well. Just tell me yes or no.”

“Got it.”

“Dirty talk, praise and degradation.”

“Yes.”

“Humiliation.”

“No.”

“Public intercourse.”

“Yes.”

“Slapping and spanking.”

“Yes.”

“Spitting.”

“Yes.”

“Rough intercourse.”

“Yes.”

“Partial public nudity.”

“Yes.”

“Edging.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, that's it, thank you for coming tonight.”

“It's fine,” you could barely talk, all this talking about kinks and sex had formed a damn slip and slide between your legs. 

Despite all of your wishes, Seungmin that night, only walked you to your dorm room and pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek with a promise to see you on the weekend. He wanted to take you to a karaoke room he liked and had requested you wear a skirt.

The weekend came way too quickly for your liking, you were ready and you knew that but this was truly something new and you were a bit nervous. Your sweaty palms smoothed down your skirt for the thousandth time. Earlier Seungmin had sent you a text that had made your heart and your vagine beat wildly.

Seungmin: 

We're gonna start as soon as I see you, I'm gonna be different than usual, is that alright?

You: 

That's okay. Should I call you daddy? Or sir?

Seungmin:

Minnie is fine, leave daddy for Chan hyung.

Wait for me outside if you can :)

Seungmin’s car was gorgeous but he was even more magnificent, you couldn't believe somebody with such an angel face had listen all those nasty kinks.

“Hey, Minnie,” you murmured when you entered the car. He didn't answer, instead his thumb gently caressed your cheek. 

“Are you gonna do what I ask like a good girl?” You nodded vigorously, your whole body felt on fire. 

“Take your panties off then, and give them to me.” 

In a flash, you had scrambled to flip up your skirt and then shove your panties down. Seungmin laughed meanly at your eagerness which made your pussy pulse happily. The boy behind the wheel grabbed the panties and without another word he stuffed them inside his pocket. 

The journey to the karaoke room was torturous, your thighs were pressed firmly to get some release but you didn't want to move because Seungmin had not given you permission to do so. 

The establishment in itself was beautiful, the owner was kind and escorted you to your room while chatting happily. The private room was spacious and modern, the dimmed and colored lights created a cool ambience.

As soon as your ass was on the soft cushion of the sofa, Seungmin was on you, his big hands digged into the plush of your thighs.

“I'm gonna touch you and I don't wanna hear you make any noise, I wanna sing. Got it?”

“Yes Minnie.” 

His fingers came in contact with your pussy roughly, his hand traveled down to your entrance to swipe around your wetness.

“Wet already? Are you a whore?”

“N-no,” keeping your cool while his hand kept busy between your legs was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

“I think you are.” With that he turned around and busied himself with the tablet; when a tune started to play and his angelic voice sounded in the room, you silently sighed, you could at least distract yourself a bit from the pleasure like that. 

Your hopes soon crumbled when his fingers passed from caressing and circling all over your pussy to roughly rubbing your clit. The only thing you could hear in the room was him and your eyes were glued on his magnificent figure, he seemed not a bit affected by what was going on between your legs and you soon found out you were into it, even a bit too much. Your legs started trembling, the pleasure started to build up quickly, your clit was extremely sensitive and Seungmin knew exactly what he was doing. Your heavy breath resounded in the whole room but Seungmin seemed to not mind. 

When your hips started bucking into his hand and your back arched off the couch, he pulled his hand away, he clearly did not want you to cum so quickly. 

He played a second song and the onslaught on your poor sensitive and swollen clit began again. But just how it began it ended, like before.

Seungmin kept teasing you and stimulating you for two more songs, at the fifth, you were gone with pleasure and ready to cry if you didn't cum any second. Your body felt heavy and boneless, his fingers felt too good. But you stayed quiet, you had to stay quiet, you wanted to be a good girl for him. Your date had other plans, you had behaved way too well for his liking. Just when the song was nearing his finish and your orgasm was approaching, Seungmin's fingers roughly pinched your little bundle of nerves.

“Minnie,” you squeaked, with wide eyes. His hand lifted and then roughly came back down. Slap. It stinged but the pain felt so good you could've cum from that alone.

“I told you to stay quiet,” he scoffed, the tablet flew to the other side of the couch and he roughly grabbed your wrist.

“On your knees.”

Your poor wobbly knees hit the ground hard, but you hastily moved to be in front of him.

“Open your mouth.” Seungmin's right hand enveloped your jaw and squeezed effectively squishing your cheeks and forcing you to open up.

“Swallow and then show me.” A thick wad of spit fell into your mouth after that and you moaned, you wanted more but you still closed your mouth and swallowed. When you open up again, Seungmin wasted no time in turning you around and pushing your head down on the coffee table in front of you so your pussy was glued to his crotch. The sound of his belt unbuckling, made your squirm on top of the cool glass. You wanted to see him.

“You better not move or I'll edge you for a week.” Your skirt got quickly flipped up and you felt his head push against your entrance. 

Your lover sheathed himself fully inside you and another song started to play, a love song. Fitting. Without giving you time to adjust he started a brutal pace, not even Han had pounded you this hard. The sound of your skin slapping and the squelch in your pussy resounded in the room, along with your desperate moans and pleas and your date's delicate grunts.

Seungmin's hand circled your hips and pressed against your clit. He resumed his brutal rubbing from before, your orgasm was approaching dangerously quickly. 

“You need to cum, I won't be able to last. This pussy is so slutty, it's sucking me in,” he paired his words with sharp, decise thrusts and you felt the coil in your belly snap. Clear liquid shot out of you and doused Seungmin's crotch. You had never cummed that hard in your entire life. 

Seungmin quickly pulled out of you and stripped his cock above your ass, thick white ropes of cum cascaded on your hot skin in intricate patterns. 

The music had stopped, the only thing heard in the room were both of your heavy breaths.

“I've never made anybody squirt, if I take you out on another date, would you let me do it again?”

@kflixnet

[charlieleclerc16]

Lost and Found*

Summary: Charles and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Charles is in town for his home race they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Bestie!Charles x You

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute. There might be some unprotected action in there, I'm sorry.

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he was travelling all over the world for the World Drivers' Championship, and that caused his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is rarely home to begin with, you don’t get many chances to see him.

Charles always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that might mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With the new season starting up and him being back on the road, you decided to contact Pascale and see if she could get you in for the Monaco GP. This is an amazing opportunity for you to finally see your best friend and to surprise him with your presence.

The excitement about race day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Charles after the race, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him drive. You haven't seen him in person in two years.

You take a shower and then put on the black top and red high-waisted jeans that you have planned to wear to the grid, gotta support Ferrari. When you get into the kitchen, you realise that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of an interview Charles did a couple of years ago. The whole country, how small it may be, always turns into full mayhem when it’s raceweek. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Charlie. He's still your Charlie. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realise just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Charles' caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Charles?"

"Hi, baby!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the race?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're coming to the track today, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did his mother give something away?

"How...how did you know?" You finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I talked to you about my home race last week, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want you to be there today."

"But… Don’t you have a very busy schedule? You probably won't even have time to see me."

"Don't worry, baby. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the backstage area and tell them to let you in. I already told the security team your name. They'll let you in."

"Really? Charles, you're crazy. You have a race to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your private space."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Charles sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Charles means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to crushes, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the city centre, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the streets are so crowded and so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your way to the Paddock Club, which thankfully Pascale got you an access pass to because you would’ve never been able to afford this. As you wait for the race to start, you keep looking around trying to find familiar faces and wondering what Charles is doing right now.

The sun was shining brilliantly over Monte Carlo, its rays dancing off the azure waters of the Mediterranean as one of the most anticipated events of the year, the Monaco Grand Prix, is about to begin. Your heart is racing almost as fast as the cars that would soon tear through the narrow, winding streets.

Charles was starting from P1. Your Charles, the pride of Monaco. His Ferrari sat poised and ready, a crimson beast waiting to be unleashed. As you watch the big screen showing the last preparations for the race, you can’t help but feel a swell of emotion. You are already so proud of him.

Soon the camera pans over the cars lined up at the starting line showing the drivers walking to their vehicles. He climbs into the car, and the mechanics begin their final checks. The roar of the engines filled the air, a symphony of power and precision. The grid is set, and the lights above the starting line begin their countdown.

Red. Red. Red. Green.

The cars surge forward, a blur of colour and sound. Charles holds his position, deftly navigating the treacherous streets with the skill and grace of a dancer. Every corner, every straight, he is in perfect harmony with his car.

From the paddock, you watch every moment with bated breath. Your fingers are crossed, your heart lodged in your throat. Lap after lap, he maintains his lead, his driving a masterclass of control and speed. The crowds roar, the tension palpable as the race unfolds.

As the laps dwindle down, you find yourself almost unable to watch. He is so close, so close to his biggest dream. The pit stops have gone flawlessly, the strategy executed to perfection. But Monaco was a track where anything can happen, and the slightest mistake can spell disaster.

Then, with a grace that seems almost effortless, Charles navigates the final corner and speeds down the straight towards the finish line. The checkered flag waves and the crowd erupts into a frenzy. He has done it. He won the Monaco Grand Prix.

Tears of joy stream down your face as you watch him cross the finish line, arms raised in triumph. The team explodes into celebration around you, but all you can see is Charles. He climbs out of the car, drenched in sweat and triumph, and your eyes meet across the chaos.

His gaze pierces through you, sending a shiver down your spine. And then, he smiles. That dazzling smile that has captured the hearts of millions. And in that moment, you know that your heart belongs to him, forever.

***

It's been hours since the race ended. After all the interviews, the podium, the celebration, Charles was finally able to get some free time for himself. His eyes are roaming the room, looking for a familiar face, but he can't find you anywhere. Maybe you left without saying goodbye. He feels disappointed. He wanted to see you and to hug you.

The door opens and someone enters the room. Charles doesn't bother to look up. He is too busy feeling sorry for himself. But then your voice is what catches his attention. "Hi, stranger."

He looks up, and there you are, standing in the doorway. He is not dreaming. You are here, in Monaco, and he has just won the race. Life couldn't get any better than this.

"Hi, Y/N." He stands up and walks towards you.

You are speechless. Seeing him winning the race made you so emotional that you had tears in your eyes. Now, standing in front of him, all those feelings come rushing back. "Congratulations on your win. I'm so proud of you." You say as he pulls you in a tight hug. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close. You close your eyes and breathe him in, his familiar scent surrounding you.

"Thank you. I'm so happy that you're here." His voice is muffled against your hair.

You pull back slightly, looking up into his warm, brown eyes. There is something in the way he is looking at you that makes your heart race. You have never felt more alive, more connected, than in this moment. You feel as if he can see into your very soul, and the intensity of his gaze takes your breath away.

"Me too." You say softly, your voice barely a whisper. He leans in closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into the moment.

Just as you're about to kiss him, he pulls back with a chuckle as if he only now realises that you are in a room full of people. You look around and see his family and the Ferrari employees as well as the security guards who are probably watching the two of you like hawks.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise..." He begins, his cheeks flushed.

"It's okay." You say, taking a step back and running a hand through your hair. "I didn't realise either."

The room falls silent, and you can't help but wonder if everyone heard your exchange. You feel your face flush, and you turn away, avoiding Charles' gaze.

"We should go somewhere more private." He whispers in your ear, making you blush. You nod and follow him out of the room. The security guards let the two of you pass, and Charles leads you down a quiet hallway. You follow him in silence, your mind racing. You can't believe what just happened.

When you reach a secluded area, Charles turns to face you, a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there."

"You didn't. I just...I was surprised."

"Good surprised or bad surprised?" He looks nervous, and it makes you smile.

"Good surprised. Very good."

"I'm glad." He reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as you continue to make your way outside. "I've missed you so much, Y/N."

You smile up at him, feeling your heart swell with emotion. "I've missed you too, Charlie. More than you can imagine."

As you step out into the warm Monaco air, you can't help but think how lucky you are to be here, with him. He is the best friend anyone could ever have, and you feel honoured that he considers you his best friend. You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes yours in return. You know that, whatever happens next, you will always have each other.

Charles brings the two of you to a halt next to where his bicycle is stalled. "I totally forgot I came here by bike." He says, shaking his head. "Do you wanna come with me, or do you prefer to take a taxi?"

"No, no. I'll come with you." You don't want to spend a single minute away from him.

He smiles at you and nods. He climbs on the bike and motions for you to sit on the top tube as his bike doesn't have a rear rack. You hop on the top tube and wrap your arms around his handlebar for balance. "Jesus Christ, this feels dangerous."

"Just trust me." He says, a twinkle in his eye as he closes his arms around you to grab a hold of the handlebars.

"You sure we'll both fit on the bike?" You ask nervously.

"Of course, we'll fit. Come on." He starts pedalling and soon the two of you are zipping through the streets of Monaco, the sun setting in the distance.

You lean against him, feeling the warmth of his body, and you close your eyes. For the first time in years, you feel completely and utterly content. As the two of you ride through the streets of Monaco, his arms basically wrapped around you, you can't help but think that this is what happiness feels like.

"Charlie, where are we going?"

"Home." He says it so casually as if it's obvious that you belong there too.

You stay silent for the rest of the journey. You just want to enjoy the moment, savour the feeling of his body against yours. When you finally arrive at his apartment, the sun has almost disappeared from the horizon, leaving behind a pink and orange sky.

"Here we are." Charles says as he helps you off the bike. You can't help but notice how his hand lingers on yours, the contact sending a shiver down your spine. After a brief loss of contact to lock his bike, his fingers intertwine with yours and he guides you inside the apartment complex.

The elevator ride is silent, but it's not awkward. It's a comfortable silence, the kind you only share with your best friend. When the elevator doors open, Charles leads you down the hallway to his apartment, his hand still holding yours.

When he unlocks the door and ushers you inside, the first thing you notice is how big the apartment is. It's luxurious, just like he is, and you can't help but be a little jealous. He leads you into the kitchen, which is modern and well-equipped. "Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?"

"Just some water, please." You say, your mouth suddenly dry. He nods and busies himself at the sink. You take the opportunity to look around, taking in the sleek furniture and artwork adorning the walls.

When Charles returns with the glass of water, he can't help but notice the awe on your face. "What is it?"

"It's just...this place is so fancy. It's amazing."

He smiles, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Maybe I could give you a tour later."

"That would be great." You can't hide the excitement in your voice. You take the glass of water from him and sip it slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

Charles walks over to the living room and you follow him like a lost puppy. It's when your eyes fall on the black grand piano that you gasp. "Wow, you have a grand piano!"

He turns around, a grin on his face. "Yeah, I love to play the piano. It's a good way to relax after a long day."

"Can you play me something?" You ask, unable to hide your excitement.

"Sure. What do you want me to play?"

"Anything. Surprise me." You say, smiling at him.

He walks over to the piano and sits down on the stool before he pats the empty space beside him. "Come, sit next to me."

You make your way over to him and sit down, feeling a little nervous. He begins to play, his fingers dancing across the keys. The melody is beautiful and melancholic, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You're completely mesmerised by him, by the way his fingers move so gracefully, by the look of concentration on his face.

As the music swells around you, you feel a sense of calmness washing over you. This is what you've been missing, what you've needed all this time. You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the music.

"What is this song called?" You ask, your eyes still closed.

"I don't know." He whispers. "I made it up."

"You're so talented, Charles." You say, unable to hide the admiration in your voice.

He turns his head slightly and his lips brush against your forehead. "Thank you."

You open your eyes and look at him, the emotion in his eyes mirroring your own. You can't help but feel as if the world has stopped spinning and that it's only the two of you in the universe, in this moment.

He leans closer, his lips ghosting over yours. "Y/N, can I kiss you?"

You nod, unable to speak, and he closes the distance between you. The world around you fades into nothingness as his lips brush against yours. It's soft at first, tentative as if testing the waters of this new, uncharted territory. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair.

The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of familiarity and excitement. You can feel the years of friendship and unspoken longing in every touch, every movement. It's as if the floodgates have finally opened, and all the emotions you had both kept hidden come rushing out.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads rest against each other’s. The room is silent except for the sound of your rapid breathing and the faint echo of the last note Charles had played.

"That was..." You begin, searching for the right word.

"Yeah." Charles smiles, a blush rising to his cheeks. "That was incredible."

You laugh softly, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close, the warmth of his body soothing you. You sit there in silence for a while, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, his expression serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious."

"Oh."

"You look shocked whenever I flirt with you and after that so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions? "Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, baby. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." 

He cups your face with his hands and leans in again. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart again, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N. You know that, right?"

"Charles..."

"No, it's true. And you deserve to be told how beautiful you are every day."

"Oh, Charles."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him down the hallway and into his bedroom before he sits you down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God." You moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breasts while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me." You say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Charles. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. You never had sex that felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, baby."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Charles laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Charles?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[romanticandupsetting]

Could you write a jealous Hanamiya Makoto X shy female Reader?

Like a rival or a random guy is flirting with reader (maybe Imayoshi?) idk just something I'd like to see.

FIRST MEETINGS AND JEALOUSY?!

jealous!hanamiya makoto, shy!female reader, fluff, high-school setting, implied that he's taller than reader (a headpat), i TRIED MY BEST to get his character to fall in love, reader's kinda ditzy bcs i read in his wiki that his type is a "stupid girl"

• hanamiya makoto isn't one for love.

• the thought of being in love alone is something he couldn't fathom. him? in all his wit and glory all being putty for a girl??

• that was all until he met you.

• you with your sweet eyes looking up at him (he's too tall!) and your voice that is so nice to listen for giving him praises and compliments.

• "wow! so it's like a king hidden in the shadows??"

• a pink shade covers your face as you realize that you just shamelessly talked to him.

• "i'm sorry!!!"

• it was casual at first. you sit beside him on physics and he started going to class diligently just to see you.

• you didn't even know he was missing classes!

• he wouldn't listen, though. he'd just glance at you and your notes and you assume that he must be looking at you because he would like to copy your notes for later.

• after class, he's shocked to see you give your notebook to him. "i thought you'd want it... you were looking at my notes earlier..."

• he chuckles and just accepts, pats you on the head while he's at it.

• hanamiya doesn't even need your notes. he gets the top scores without studying but he'll accept the notebook because it's yours. it came from your bag and contains your handwriting.

• also, he tried reading your notes and he just can't study it like that. you even spelled some of your words wrong!!

• he becomes friendly to you while keeping his "bad boy" persona but a couple (more like all) of the students notice how his gaze and tone softens if it's directed at you.

• one day, you're surprised to hear him ask as he returns your notebook.

• "wanna watch me play?"

• you blink like an owl at him, your pretty eyes batting your pretty eyelashes without even noticing.

• "we have a game at like 5 pm. you wanna come with and watch?"

• "i—is it okay?"

• he snickers. "why wouldn't it be okay?" he pats your head. "dummy."

• makoto grabs your bag without further notice and walks ahead. "come on, let's go. i'll treat you to a burger or something after."

• your heart is pounding. this is the first time you've been invited to something!!

• you've always been quite shy and found it difficult to approach others which in turn, others make it difficult to approach you as well.

• but now you're really happy that hanamiya has invited you!!

• until it all went wrong.

• "the hell you ganging up on her for?"

• he's scary. hanamiya makoto is scary.

• you've never seen him like this. sure, you heard some rumors but he's always been kind to you so you never believed it.

• he's so close to throwing that guy down the stairs.

• "h–hanamiya, it's okay..."

• you try your best to smoothen down the situation but he's just not having it.

• the way his huge hand grips the guy's collar is terrifying by itself.

• makoto takes a look at you and honestly, you looked like you were about to cry so he let that guy go.

• he'll remember his face though.

• he sighs, letting out the last (or is it?) of his frustration.

• makoto grabs your bag from your shoulder and puts it on his.

• "so, how about that burger i offered?"

"hah?! satsuki, don't ya think ya saw wrong?" aomine blabbers as he picks up his gym bag.

"i'm serious, dai-chan! i saw it with my own eyes!" momoi fights back.

"what's going on?" imayoshi asks, popping in the locker room. "you two hurry up. we gotta get back before it's dark."

"satsuki said he saw that bastard with a girl."

"bastard?"

"imayoshi-kun, you're familiar with hanamiya-kun right?"

"i am."

"i saw him with a cute girl when he was heading outside! he was even carrying her bag!"

"huh?" imayoshi fakes a gag, being unable to picture hanamiya with a girl. "oh."

"what's up?"

"but i do remember... back in middle school hanamiya said he's into stupid girls."

you take a bite of the burger you took from the tray. hanamiya looks at you with his arm on the table and a palm below his cheek.

"you know that's my order, right?"

"what?!"

[ilovetheriddler]

Omg omg omg!!!

Data and horror movies and smut??

Or Riddler and horror movies and smut?? (Dano or Gotham Riddler preference)

Thank you for sending a request! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Fear of Rejection and Haunted Dolls.

(Edward Nashton x F!Reader)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 Smut, Kissing, Loss of Virginity, nervousness.

You were quite pleased when Edward invited you over to his place to marathon some horror films, as someone who enjoyed them, you saw this as a double win, you'd get to watch some hopefully good films and snuggle up with your boyfriend. Overall, it is incredibly ideal for a date in your opinion.

The first few hours of you being over there for the day was great. You had already watched Saw, the original Halloween, and now you were on Annabelle. Now, while you enjoyed horror overall and loved the amount of work that went into horror movies.... you weren't fond of haunted dolls. In fact, you were slightly afraid of them.

Edward couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle every now, and then whenever you'd jump or cling to him, he picked this film out, knowing how much it would make you jump. After a few minutes of simply taking in your wide-eyed expression, he spoke up.

"You know...... you look really cute when you're all jumpy like this...."

"I am not jumpy! I'm... reasonably afraid of haunted dolls.... is there something wrong with that?!"

"Not really.... I actually find it endearing that something like this scares you so much. It's interesting..."

The two of you sat in silence as you continued watching the movie, the tension building for two entirely different reasons, with You being nervous over the haunted doll film and him being nervous over the idea of making a move on you tonight.

It ultimately reached a breaking point. However, as you moved closer to him as a result of being startled, your leg just barely rubbed up against his crotch, but it was enough to set him off. You let out a surprised yelp as you were suddenly pushed back and pinned against the couch, his hands tightly grasping your wrists, keeping them pinned near the sides of your head. His gaze was intense as he stared directly into your eyes.

".....C-can I touch you? Please...? Would that be okay?"

"... Of course, I've told you that you can repeatedly now."

"I know that.... but... I um.... I've never actually... been fully intimate with someone in that way before... and I don't want to mess everything up..."

You felt your eyes widen as his words fully sank in and dawned on you. He was a virgin and was afraid of not being able to satisfy you. You found it slightly amusing how much Edward often worried about these types of things but also understood his anxiousness over it.

"Eddie.... I promise you that you won't mess it up, just do whatever feels right, and I'm sure it'll be perfect."

He was quiet for a moment, thinking over what he wanted to next, before he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against yours, choosing to take a cautious and gentle approach to showing you his affection. After a bit, he slowly began kissing down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as he went.

Once it was off and thrown onto the floor, he quickly attempted to undo your bra's clasp, struggling with it for a few moments before getting it undone and off. He took in the sight of you underneath him, his breath already coming out heavy and labored.

"O-oh.... oh wow.... you're so beautiful...."

His hesitantly brought his hands up to your chest, cautiously moving one of his hands over your breast, giving it a light squeeze as to test the waters to see how you'd react. He took the pleased sound you let out as a sign to continue.

The next handful of minutes he spent paying attention to your breasts with his hands and mouth was heavenly. He had an excited, lustful, and needy look in his eyes as he went about him actions gleefully. However, once he moved down more and had taken off your pants and underwear, he was suddenly a lot more nervous again. You ran your hands down his bare chest, stopping at his waist and slowly unbuckling his belt. His voice carried an underlying nervous tone as he spoke.

"A-are you sure it'll be fine?"

"I'm positive, Eddie. I want you."

You quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, and he let out an embarrassed squeal, his face becoming horribly flushed as your gaze settled on his hardened cock, a generous amount of precum already dripping out of it, much to his embarrassment. You had a strong feeling that he wouldn't last long once he was inside of you, which you didn't mind since it would be his first time experiencing something like this.

He settled himself between your legs, his gaze meeting yours for a moment before he asked you something.

"Um... Should I... you know um... use my fingers first? Or... am I just supposed to... put it in?"

"Honestly, with I'm feeling right now, either is fine, whichever one feels more like what you can handle doing."

He thought about it for a moment, ultimately torn between the two options, but an overwhelming need to know what it felt like to be buried inside of you won out in the end, as he cautiously positioned his cock at your entrance, a shiver running up his spine as the tip rubbed against your folds just barely, before suddenly thrusting in without any hesitation, He immediately realized how bad of an idea it was to go all in at once with his lack of experience as his eyes went as wide as plates and his breathing became incredibly ragged.

"F-fuck.... Y-you feel so... good... A-ah... This is... a lot more overwhelming than I thought it would be...."

You drapped your arms over his shoulders as he remained still, attempting to adjust to the feeling and also calm down slightly, he didn't want to cum so quickly, he wanted to last at least a bit longer. After a few minutes, he slowly started moving, just barely at first before he eventually got into a decent rhythm, until he ended up Cumming only a few minutes later, much to his embarrassment.

You had to spend the rest of the evening reassuring him that it was really good and that it was okay that he came so quickly, he needed a lot of reassure, a lot of it, but that was alright, you didn't mind.

[bedoballoons]

Hi I'm the Anon who asked for Newt briefcase hcs I just wanted to say thank you for doing that probably confusing request lmao

How about Anemo boys + aether and neuvillet with gn darling who has SCP 999 as a pet

It wasn't that confusing don't worry!! Im just glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one too! Sorry it took so long...but thank you for your request! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~SCP 999~༺}

CW: Mostly fluffy, descriptions of living blobs! GN! Reader! Cursing!

Also in case you don't know what it is, SCP 999 is a friendly orange blob type of SCP and one quick google search of it will show you just how adorable it is!

(Includes: Xiao, Wanderer, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Aether, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, trying desperately not to giggle or give in to your blobs attempts to make him laugh...no matter how much it tried to tickle him and use it's aroma to drug him with happiness he wouldn't let it work. "Where did you find this... thing again?"

"Just wandering around outside this guarded place...come on Xiao you know you want to smile! Give into the laughter!!"

"Absolutely not....wait what? A guarded place? Are you sure they weren't being kept in there? What if they are dangerous?"

"Xiao, they have been cuddling you for ten minutes...pretty sure it isn't dangerous. I think they like you!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What the fuck is that..." Wanderer stared at the blobby orange pile of goop next to you, his face twisted into a almost disgusted look as it watched him with large round eyes and a cute smile, you could tell the little one just wanted to be friends with him...but convincing him to agree would be difficult.

"They are my friend, I found them outside of a security building...lost and sad, all alone. I had to help them! Come on, you know they are cute!" You patted the blobs head, making it jiggle while it's smile grew, truthfully the cutest little thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you just say you found it...near a SECURITY BUILDING???"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Do you think they feel emotions? Such as agony, happiness...loneliness? Do you think they have family?" Kazuha threw a stick a couple feet away, watching with a distant look in his eyes as the blob hurried after it like a puppy playing fetch. In truth you'd wondered the same thing for awhile now...did your little friend have a family? Had you taken them away from it...or had you saved them from something that had made their family non existent?

"I know they can feel emotions. Right now they are clearly happy and when I first found them they seemed sad, but for all I know I read it wrong...what if I took them away from their home?"

"I think the more accurate wording...is you gave them a home. You tend to do that...for more than just new creatures."

𑁍༄Heizou:

"From a secure building you say? Perhaps we should investigate it further? There could be more entities like your friend..." Heizou stared at the orange blob, truthfully less concerned with finding more of them and far more concerned with finding out if their occurrence was due to illegal experiments. It could be a big bust if his intuition was correct...and it almost always was.

"Yeah but Heizou it was incredibly guarded, like people with guns..."

"Guns hmm? I'll call in back up then, I have a feeling what you saw was more than just a secure base."

𑁍༄Venti:

"Oh wow...that's a interesting creature...um what is it?" Ventis words showed his confusion, in all his years of living he'd never really seen anything like your little friend, sure slimes could bare resemblance but...something was off about this particular blob. Something in its eyes...like it had seen unbearable things..

"I'm not really sure what they are, I found them by accident while I was adventuring. They were wandering around the forest and looked hungry, so I gave them a bunch of fruits. You should see it Venti! They just dissolve!" You reached into your bag, digging around for a apple you knew you had in there.

"It...dissolves things???"

𑁍༄Aether:

"Awwe they are kinda cute..." Aether said, smiling sweetly as he kneeled in front of the orange glob, "Hi there little buddy, you want some food?"

You felt your heart swell at the sight...everyone else had said you'd made the wrong choice saving the little blob, but Aether was different...he saw them the same as any other creature, something who deserved to be treated with kindness. "Aren't they adorable? I've never seen anything like it before so I was a little scared they might be harmful, but I don't think they'd hurt a fly."

"I don't see them hurting anyone either, here you go little buddy." Aether tossed a sunsettia into the air, chuckling sweetly as the blob caught it and dissolved it with a happy smile.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

"Ahem,...you say it has special properties?" Neuvillette looked down at the orange blob, wondering how such a being could exist...if it really was a natural occurrence and if it's friendly nature was only mere show and deep down it held a much more nefarious purpose.

"Yep!! If you hug them, they release these yummy scents and it makes you feel happy! They can also tickle you and they loovvee to play fetch!"

"You say it produces different scents? Does that mean it could possibly release toxins as well?"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[missyandthemisfits]

One Piece Headcanons - Mechanic Girl

A/N totally random prompt I gave myself at work - the first two are most likely to date a mechanic, Law is just a bonus cause he's HAWT- 

Usopp, Franky, Law x Mechanic!Fem Reader

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Usopp 

- Truthfully, Usopp is just smitten from the jump 

- A cute, intelligent girl who's not afraid to get down and dirty, can defend herself when the moment strikes, AND cleans up to be more attractive than Robin (in his personal opinion)??? 

- Sign him the fuck uP-

- All that said, he is so damn awkward and self-conscious, doesn't even bother with the romance, not at first anyway

- You're very fast friends, often times found working together but separate, each of your individual projects keeping you in blissful silence, back to back 

- Every now and then he'll crack a joke or two in-between breaks, stretching his legs and playfully pushing you to do the same

- Your usual response? An eye roll with an involuntary smile, an exasperated "Fine." falling from your lips

- There's always some sort of playful banter between you two, accompanied by some light shoving, perhaps playful poking 

- All the while he is FORCEFULLY shoving his feelings down so hard that his stomach is in actual knots around you and it's this not-so-subtle mix of a pleasure and torture to be around your intoxicating person-

- Safe to say he managed to fall face first in a matter of a few short months, hopelessly in love 

- Doesn't EVER plan on confessing and it's honestly for the best (or so he thinks) ...but it comes tumbling out eventually, one way or another

- One of the rare times there's a disagreement between the two of you - he, for whatever reason, doesn't want you to go with Luffy on what could potentially be his toughest battle yet

- "Ugh, will you give it a rest already?! I'm perfectly capable and you know it!"

- "Not the point! There's absolutely no way I'm letting the woman I love throw her life away!"

- Deafening silence 

- Sweating profusely

- Stuttering cutely trying his damndest to take it back

- "Will you shut up already?"

- "I just mean- mmph?!" 

- You say screw it, ignoring your heart in your ears along with every thought of what could go wrong in this moment 

- He is frozen for quite a while before he kisses back shyly 

- His face is completely flushed and he's at a loss for words after you pull away, fingers still laced neatly behind his neck, caging him lazily

- "...So um... I take it you like me then?"

- You snort

- "Duh!"

- He is relieved and so very, very thankful 

Franky

- This guy is just a liiittle old fashion, honestly preferring a real lady

- That said he'd be lying through his thick metallic teeth if he said it didn't rustle his jimmies to watch a fine woman such yourself straddle metal with all the grace and confidence of a professional grease monkey- 

- Something about the sight gets him a little too excited in his mind, not that anyone (save for Robin) would notice 

- But Franky is Franky and as such, introduces himself with ease, striking up conversations about the kinds of work you do vs work he does while throwing in things like "Wow, quite a woman." and "Gorgeous and resourceful - you're the whole shabang, aren't ya?" 

- A natural flirt, charming to a fault when he actually tries - and an honest man to boot, so you know for a fact he means every word of it

- He gets to know you through random adventures on the Thousand Sunny and realizes pretty quickly he'd like nothing more than to spend as much time with you as possible

- Much less about him 'finding the courage' to ask you and is more about the timing of it all and how he wants to approach the ask

- Doesn't give it much thought tho, cause it happens over drinks, plus Franky is a simple man 

- "So how 'bout it, (Name) - you wanna get hitched?"

- You snort, breaking into fits of laughter, already pretty tipsy. He's grinning at you endearingly, chuckling at the beautiful sight

- He was joking for the most part, but that means there's a small part of him that's actually serious about the proposal 

- He had a feeling he'd worm his way into your heart regardless 

Trafalgar D. Water Law

- He's honestly really impressed, not that he'd ever show it

- You hadn't meant to showcase your workshop to the entirety of the Straw Hat Pirates + Law, but here they stood, laying low for the time being in your admittedly messy place of residence as the Marine's marched by

- It's in the way he takes his time peering at every one of your creations, a faint sparkle in his eye at even the unpolished works in progress

- You had everything from altered weapons, to miniature submarines, to automail, small trinkets littered about in-between the larger works 

- He was in awe

- "Woooah, look at all this cool stuff! You should join my crew!" 

- And as expected, his associate Luffy expects you to uproot your entire life to go galavanting with a bunch of pirates. To his surprise, you say yes - ecstatically 

- "Law, right? I've heard a lot about you."

- He nods with a hum. He managed to get himself stuck with the newest Straw Hat on night watch, but he wasn't exactly complaining

- You'd comment sporadically on random things like the night sky at sea and snippets of your background here and there, but for the most part you were content tinkering and he was content watching you

- It's a gradual thing, the friendship that forms, and it takes a while longer for him to unintentionally seek out your affection, to give you his, however small the gesture

- He becomes aware of his rampant feelings far too late and by that time, he's well adjusted to the lingering touches as he hands you a tool and the subtle glances you share from across the ship

- It's on another starry night that you confess in a very roundabout way

- "I like spending time with you, Law...especially on nights like these."

- And honestly he's inclined to agree, his smirk softer than usual

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[harrystiddess]

DRUMMER GIRL

A/N: If my scenarios before bed were a fanfic haha

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

SUMMARY: She’s a drummer and a cop and he’s in need of a drummer. Will she “stick” with his offer?

DRUMMER GIRL SERIES

Content Warning: None as of yet!

Read Part II here!

On a sunny day in central Manchester, I found myself at my friend's house, agreeing to fill in as the drummer for her band's gig due to their drummer falling ill. Although playing gigs wasn't my thing, I preferred doing the favor over enduring my friend's constant yapping and crying about it. After two weeks of practice and one gig with the band, Elena and I were forced to get coffee for everyone before our gig in the evening. As we strolled and chatted along the sidewalk, discussing the most random things, I saw my friend suddenly freeze in shock. Concerned, I asked what was wrong, only to find her gripping my hand tightly and pointing across the street with excitement. Curious, I looked over and found myself uttering under my breath, "Oh hell nah" at the unexpected sight before me.

“Oh, you’re doing this”

"Elena, no, I'm not."

"Are you out of your mind? This has been your dream since you were 12!"

"I can't let you miss out on this opportunity."

"Is it that you don't want me to miss the opportunity, or YOU don't want to miss the opportunity to do it yourself?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Maybe a bit of both," Elle said mischievously, pulling me forward.

"No let’s go back, I need to.. i need to uh.. take a piss!!” I try to come up with an excuse.

“No you don’t, I know you took a huge dump before we left” I was definitely taken aback by her answer looking at her absolutely flabbergasted.

“I fucking hate you. You're going to do the talking, and if you embarrass me, I don’t know you." I said irritably as I crossed the road, ignoring the sceptical look Elena continued to give me. As I reached the other side, I began to realise that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, just as I had feared.

It was too late now. I could see Elena approaching the moment I feared.

.

.

“Excuse me” she said poking his arm. It was quite humorous because she was half of the tall gentleman’s size. I was holding onto her hand, standing behind her like a child hiding behind their mom.

‘The moment you have feared yet dreamed of, all your life, is here.’ You thought to yourself silently

You see him turn around and remove his sunglasses, putting his hand forward.

“Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Oh. My. God.” I say to myself as I find myself getting lost in his eyes.

“Are you okay my love?” You hear him chuckle.

He watches me intently as my eyes widen when i realise that i fact had said that out loud.

“Uhh yeah yes I am” You clear your throat. I thought I saw a spider that’s all” I try to cover up the fact that i was totally star struck and defiently impressed by his appearance. By this point Harry was completely facing me with Elena looking at us like she knew about this all along.

“Oh is it? A spider I see” he says seeing through my bullshit.

“I’m Harry” he shakes my hand.

“And you are?”

“Oh I’m Ava”

“Ava. That’s a cute name!”

I just pursed my lips and smiled. That’s all I could do! What would you do if Harry Styles called your name cute? Exactly.

“So you’re drummer I see”

You raise your eyebrows sort of creeped out.

“Haha I saw the drum sticks in your bag. I’m not as creepy as they say” he said leaning towards me, winking in the end.

It’s like i was snapped out of my suspicions to a realisation.

“Oh right sorry yeah. I’m a bit distracted today”

“So how long have you been drumming for Ava?”

“Oh Uhm since I was uhh 16”

“Hmm.. so since how-”

“8 years”

“Wow that’s impressive”

“You wouldn’t be interested in drumming for me would you?” He said after a long pause, unsure of whether he should’ve said it.

“Drumming for you?” I know exactly what he means but I’m too utterly taken aback to say anything.

“Yeah”

“You don’t even know how I play? For all you know I’d not even be able to hold the sticks”

“Well then that that’s just an excuse for you to come in for an audition!”

“Orrrrrr…” I see Elena sliding in and before I can say anything she’s said it.

“We have a gig at Bardo’s tonight! You can come and see for yourself” she says chirping.

He looks at me for to find a glint of expression but sees fails considering I was trying to deny his offer at all costs and I just failed.

“Then Bardo’s it is” Harry says delightfully looking at the both of us.

“Great see you at bardo’s, 7pm” Elena being a little to excited was pissing me off real bad at this point.

“That’s great…See you tonight…” I say almost sounding excited as I walk past him, leaving him stood right there.

I know he’s looking at us walk away I can feel It, so I keep walking silently until we’re out of his hearing range.

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“ELENA! What did you do!” I say pinching the bridge of my nose in distress.

“Your kids will thank me one day”

“No. No kids are thanking no one. I DON’T WANT TO DRUM FOR ANYONE LET ALONE HIM!!” I say whisper shouting

“The only difference is, you do!”

“Elle you Know I’m happy with my job, a job I’ve dreamed of doing since I was 5! Why do you want to ruin that for me?”

“I’m not ruining anything for you. You can do both at the same time! I know that you’ve wanted to be a big shot Artists drummer too. Just because you’re scared of change doesn’t mean you have to ruin the rest of your life for it. That’s what I’m here for. Ruining your life is my job. And so is making sure you don’t give up opportunities like these.”

I can’t help but let out a small smile..

“Well meeting your Celebrity crush of over 8 years and having him offer you a job doesn’t go well together that’s all” I breathe out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but You’re right. I’m going to go to the gig, give my best, which I do either way and see what he has to offer…. I mean 16 year old me wouldn’t believe this happened if I told her” I say screeching in excitement, holding her hand and jumping and and making incoherent noises like a madwoman.

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Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

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A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

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Nurses United Against Mark Sloan

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Warning: Implied NSFW, nothing more Word count: 725 (including A/N)

Marks POV: Oh wow. They really do hate me. I've just been introduced to a club called 'Nurses United Against Mark Sloan' I thought they liked the sex? Oh well, I have my eyes on one nurse and one nurse only. Y/n y/l/n. She's beautiful and amazing with patients, double whammy. Rumour had it she's single as well so, I'm gunna try get her to fall for me. Notice how I said fall for me and not get in bed with me? See, I'm a changed man.

As I'm walking to my surgery I see my favourite nurse, y/l/n.  Mark - "Hey y/n, quick question your not a part of that club are you? The uhm Nurses Hate Mark Sloan or something?" Y/N - "First of all, it's Nurses United Against Mark Sloan and no, I am not. How could I hate you, come on?" Mark - "See, and that's why your my favourite." Y/N - "Aww, I'm your favourite nurse? How cute." Mark - "Don't be a tease, anyway I've got a surgery to get to but I expect to see you at rounds." Y/N - "Yes Doctor." Mark - "I like it when you call me Doctor." Y/N - "Oh do you?" Mark - "Yeah I do, I really do but, I've got a surgery to get to so, I'll see you at rounds." I flash her a smile before I leave. God, I'm practically in love with a woman i've barley shared 4 full conversations with. This could go wrong.

Y/N POV: I've been feeling a pair of eyes on me all day but I keep brushing it off because I think I know exactly who it is. We've been on and off flirting and stealing glances and touches for weeks now but he never makes a move. In a way i'm glad because hopefully that means he want me, like actually wants me, not just the sex. So, I'm planning on asking him out after rounds and hopefully get a date.

Time skip

I've just finished rounding with Dr. Sloan and now I'm filling out charts trying to get a word in when he's rambling about the surgery he just did. If I'm completely honest, it's adorable. I love seeing him get excited about his job, it shows he cares. Once he realises I'm not really listening he speaks up. Mark - "Okay, I know, not that interesting to you I'll stop talking now." Y/N - "No! Please keep going I just need to ask you something once your finished." Mark - "Is it something about post-op treatment?" Y/N - "No more of a personal question." Mark - "Shoot." Y/N - "Wanna grab a drink at Joe's after your shift?" His face went through the five stages of grief in 5 seconds I swear. He looked shocked at first but then more confused and then just really happy. Like smiling ear to ear happy. Now he's just got a smug smirk plastered across his face. Mark - "You want to go out with me? Like get in my pants?" Y/N "No, like an actual date. If you want to of course just because we've been kinda close these past couple weeks and you know I just thought maybe you might wanna go." As I was rambling and trying to explain myself he put his hand on my arm to calm me down. Mark - "Hey, hey, hey slow down. I didn't say no did I?" At this point I was the one grinning like an idiot. I looked deep into his eyes looking for any signs that he was lying but I found none. He pulled me into his warm embrace and I just stood there for a bit with his arms wrapped around my torso and my head in his chest. He pulled away slightly so he could see my face. Mark - "You're cute when you're nervous. My shift finishes in 10, I'll meet you in the lobby?" Y/N - "Of course."

I walked to the locker room beaming. I really just got a date with McSteamy. At that point I didn't realise this but, that man was a smitten kitten and would ask me to marry him one day. I love Mark, my Mark.

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you get butterflies upon meeting the town freak.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 fem!reader (she/her prns) 𖦹 college!au 𖦹 fluffy. so fluffy 𖦹 modern!au (reader found corroded coffin on spotify or something) 𖦹 chrissy is alive and well and gay as hell! 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 4.6k (wow. longest fic i ever wrote. cray cray)

Walking down the seemingly never-ending hallway, you curse yourself. Being 5 minutes late to your first class wouldn't leave an excellent impression. You cringe when the door creaks open—squeezing your eyes shut and pursing your lips. You beeline to the back of the class and take the first empty seat you see. The boy sitting beside the vacant one gives you a tight-lipped smile. He has big brown eyes and long curly hair. 

'He's cute,' You think to yourself. 

Two weeks later, you sit in the building's lobby. Eddie almost does a spit-take when you tell him your first impression of him. "I swear!" You protest—eyes squinted from laughter, "I thought you had to be James Hetfield's son. Distant cousin, at least."

"It's just because of the clothes," He laughs.

"And the hair! The hair!"

He laughs more; you join him.

Not long after you've met, the two of you drive around in his van blasting music, singing, talking, the whole nine yards. Soon, you're at his trailer, talking to this famed "Wayne" Eddie always speaks so highly about. He doesn't say much before leaving, and you're worried he doesn't like you.

"He likes you just fine, lovely," He reassures. Your stomach flips at the nickname. Lovely, he's never called you that before. 

You nod, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"What made you move here?" He asks, expertly rolling.

You're startled by the question, "Wanted to get away from my place. Family sucks sometimes," You shrug.

"So you decided to come to the rundown, shoddy town of Hawkins, Indiana?"

"Yeah."

"And then you befriended the town freak?"

You nod.

He shakes his head, "It seems like you're doing life all wrong."

"I think I'm doing it all right," You argue, "I met this boy, and we became friends. He's, like, the best friend I've ever had." You smile, looking at your hands as they rest in your lap.

Eddie smiles when he sees your eyes wandering around his room. He grins when you gawk at his homemade Corroded Coffin poster.

"You have a Corroded Coffin poster?" You practically squealed.

Eddie was confused, "Yes?"

Your head whips around so fast Eddie's worried you've injured yourself, "So you know who they are?" You were practically gushing.

"Yes?"

"Oh my God," Your words are rushed, "I love their music. I can't find any posters or shirts or anything. Where did you find this?"

Eddie can't stop his heart from overflowing, and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much, "C'mon. I have something to show you. It's in the car."

Excitedly, you skip through his house and up to his van. He searches through the back to find a CD. He's giddy as he hops in, signaling you to do the same. Once you're in the bucket of bolts, as you like to call it—Eddie hates the nickname with a passion. Eddie starts the van, slotting the CD into the player.

"This is, uh," You hear a voice come through, "Our first recording. Hope it sounds good. This is Eddie Munson. From Corroded Coffin," He adds, "For record purposes—or something like that. I'm really fucking high right now."

Your jaw is on the floor, "You're lying."

"I'm not lying!" He argues.

"I genuinely don't believe that my best friend is part of the band Corroded Coffin."

"Baby, not only am I part of it, I'm the lead guitarist."

The nickname, everything about this, has the butterflies fighting their way up your ribcage. You won't let them win.

"If I ever got to see you perform," You say, exhaling smoke, "I would've thrown my bra on the stage."

Eddie laughs, hoping you don't see how red his face is getting. "You wouldn't have," He disputes, "I'm just some guy."

"Or my panties," You ignore him, "Or any article of clothing." 

"Again, babe, I'm just some guy." He repeats.

"Some awesome guy," You correct, "Who is sexy and can play the guitar."

Eddie sits up to stare at you, "Did you just call me sexy?"

Your eyes are saucers, "No. No, I didn't. I would never say anything like that."

A smirk crawls up Eddie's face, settling on his lips. It's a good look, you think, before shaking your head. Trying to get rid of the thought like your mind was an etch-a-sketch. 

"What are you thinking about, pretty thing?"

The butterflies are in your throat, and you're unsure how long you can contain them. "Nothing," You respond, bringing the joint back to your lips.

He snatches it away from you, and you whine. He frowns at you, mocking sympathy, "You can have it back when you tell me what you're thinking."

Finally, you sit up, "'M thinking about how I want to smoke some more." You huff, crossing your arms.

"C'mon, babe," He pleads, batting his big brown eyes.

The butterflies are in your mouth, and you hold your breath, willing them not to escape. "I have to leave," Your words are rushed as you stand up, frantically looking for your sweater.

Eddie watches in amusement, "Looking for something?" He holds the sweater out of your reach.

"Whatever, I don't even need my sweater." You huff, going to storm out of his home.

Eddie stops you, "Shit, baby. I didn't know I upset you that much. I'm sorry." He frowns, and it feels sincere. So many things feel sincere with him, and it hurts your heart. You accept his apology and walk back to his room. He snuggles up with you in the tiny bed. It's nice when you lay with Eddie. His hands explore your body—they trace over your stretch marks and scars, rub up and down your thigh, and grab at your stomach. He doesn't touch you like a typical boy would. He's not lustful; he's gentle. He has no ulterior motives—he just wants to be close to you. He squeezes your hip, and you sigh pleasantly—a butterfly escapes. You let him know that he is bliss through a simple sigh, and Eddie takes that information and runs with it. He squeezes your hip again. You hum.

"Nice," You tiredly whisper. 

Eddie can't help his grin, "Yeah? Feels nice, baby?"

You nod lazily, "Like when you call me baby."

Yeah, you're tired—tired and high.

He hums in response, and you fall asleep in his arms.

Eddie can definitely get used to this, he thinks. He finds you lovely like this. You have a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth, and you'll totally freak out about it later. He's not sure why. All he knows is that you'll pitch a playful fit if he pokes fun at you. You'll do that thing where you get all pouty, and Eddie just wants to kiss your lips, which is something he cannot do. So he'll stick with not making fun of you. 

You're softly snoring, and Eddie can't help but think that this is domesticity—this is what it's all about. For the first time, Eddie knows what he wants. He wants to wake up to you clinging onto him like a koala, and he wants to wipe away your drool, and he wants to get up and make breakfast for you. 

"Baby," He whispers. It's gentle, like he doesn't want to wake you up, but he knows you'll be upset if you're late to class. You groan and murmur: "Five more minutes."

He wants to say okay, but it's eight o'clock, and you need to leave in twenty minutes. 

"Baby," He repeats, softly shaking you, "It's eight."

You nearly spring up, "Eight?!" You ask, exasperated. "Eddie," You whine, "Why didn't you get me up earlier?"

"Because last night you told me to get you up at eight," He shrugs.

"I said eight at the latest, Eddie." You frown and cross your arms. And then you feel it—there's drool on your face. You furiously wipe at the side of your mouth, growing more embarrassed by the moment. You get up, grab your clothes, and head to the bathroom. It's pretty cramped in there; you make do. You splash cold water on your face, grab your toothbrush, and brush your teeth for undoubtedly shorter than two minutes. Your fingers comb through your hair, and you call it a day. 

You lean against Eddie's doorframe, "Funny seeing you here." You smirk, and then your face heats up when you realize he's shirtless. Then, you can't stop staring at the plethora of scars that litter his body. What the fuck?

"Like what you see?" He asks, flashing his teeth. Then, his expression drops as he realizes that you're not enjoying the view; you're wondering what the fuck happened to him.

"I'll tell you in the car," He mutters. This is it—this is the end of any kind of chance he had with you. You won't believe him. Hell, he didn't believe it for a while. 

On the drive to school, he tells you. He tells you everything, keeping his eyes on the road. He's too scared of your rejection. At the end of the story, all you have to say is: "I believe you, Eddie."

You're parked when he speaks next, and the three minutes in between feel like torture.

"You do?"

You can't make out his expression, "Eddie," You laugh out, though nothing's humorous, "If you told me the loch ness monster was real, I would believe you."

"Babe, this is far weirder than the loch ness monster. There is another dimension, baby."

The nickname has another butterfly escaping from your mouth as you smile. 

"What's got you so happy?" He laughs as you try to hide your grin.

"Nothing," You shake your head. Eddie doesn't believe you. 

"Are you happy that I almost died? What is it?"

You turn sheepish, fidgeting with your rings, "You called me baby again."

"You're cute as a button."

Class is spent yawning and passing notes to one another. Eddie's good at drawing, and he draws you amazing, stupid doodles. You keep every single one. They are hung up all over your room.

"Worst room decor ever," Eddie mumbles as he enters your room.

"Best room decor ever," You correct him.

"I can't believe you kept all of this. All of my shitty drawings."

You furrow your brows, "They're not shitty, Eddie. Don't say things like that."

He laughs at your sincerity, "Okay, baby, I won't."

There's no way he's not saying it just to fluster you at this point.

"Stop," You whine.

"Stop what, baby?"

You huff as you plop onto your bed, "Calling me baby."

"I thought you liked it when I called you baby, baby."

"I like it when you do it sincerely, Edison."

"Edison?!" His brows jump, "Isn't that the dude who invented the lightbulb?"

"All those years in high school did pay off!" You clap, "Good job Eddie!"

He scowls, "Funny. Real amusing," You giggle, "Yeah, keep it up. Keep laughing at the freak."

You pout, "I'm not laughing at the freak. I'm laughing at the smart boy I met on my first day of college."

Fuck, Eddie wants to kiss the pout right off of you. He settles for sitting next to you.

"Don't pout, baby," He rests his head on your shoulder, "I'm not worth pouting over."

This time, you actually pout, "What do you mean 'not worth pouting over?'"

"C'mon, sweetheart," He sighs, "I'm not worth much in general."

"You are worth so much, Eddie. And I'm not just saying that. You mean so much to me. You think I'd pin anyone's drawings up all around my room?"

He hides his head further into your neck.

"Hey, don't get all shy on me now." You chide, though the words have no backbone to them. 

"'M getting shy on you. Not gonna stop until you're done being sappy." He murmurs into your neck—his hair is tickling you. You cant find it in you to care. 

"C'mon," You whine, "Show me your pretty face, Eddie." 

"No." He nuzzles further into your neck, "Called me pretty." He's soft-spoken—it's an intimate moment. An intimate moment that's unlike any other you've had. A boy is on your shoulder, and you built up the courage to call him pretty. 

"You are pretty," You affirm.

"So are you."

You smile, butterflies growing stronger.

"You want to have lunch together?" Your voice crackles over the phone, and Eddie is unable to make out what you're saying. 

"Sorry, what was that, sweetheart?"

"Edward," You state, "Would you like to get lunch with me?"

He frowns, "I can't."

You frown, too, "Why not?"

"An old friend is in town. I'm getting lunch with her at the best diner ever." He explains

"Oh!" 

"Yeah, I'm really excited to see her." He continues.

"Okay, okay, we get it. You can't wait to see your BFF." Your tone is slightly more bitter than you intend, and Eddie picks up on it.

"What? You jealous?" He teases.

"Furthest thing from it, Edwin."

"Edwin?!"

"Goodbye, Edmund." You hang up. 

Dejected, you walk to the cafeteria.

It's only been a year since Eddie last saw Chrissy, and he's missed her like hell. Back in the little diner, they laugh over nothing and everything.

He gets a call in the middle of Chrissy telling a story.

"Baby?" He answers, and Chrissy lights up. 

"Can you get me something? A burger, maybe?"

And, of course, he'll bring you a burger. He'd bring you the sun and the moon if it meant he could see you smile.

"No," He declares, "No, I will not do that."

"Did I do something, Eddie? Sorry for calling you Edwin earlier. If that's what you're upset about."

"I'm joking around, baby. I'll definitely bring back a burger for you. I'll get you all the burgers you want. I'll fill my van with burgers, even." He twirls his hair. Chrissy can't stop grinning.

"Love you forever, Eds. I gotta go now."

"Why?" Eddie wines.

"'Cause there's a really cute boy walking towards me. Bye!"

And before he can respond, you've hung up.

"So..." Chrissy starts, "Who're you calling 'baby?'"

"Nobody," Eddie goes red, staring at his fries.

"C'mon, Eddie," She pleads, "I told you all about my girlfriend. Time to tell me about your partner."

"I'm not dating anybody, actually," Eddie frowns the slightest bit, "We're just friends."

"Okay, so," Chrisssy claps her hands together, "While I am here, I will be rolling out my master plan: Get Eddie Together With The Love of His Life. I'll figure out a way to shorten it."

Eddie's eyes widen, "Woah! Love of my life? A little too far, Chris."

"I saw that smile," She giggles, "Don't try and hide it from me."

"Reminder to self," You say, walking to class, "Just because he's cute does not mean he's interesting."

"Where's the pretty boy?"

You turn around to see Eddie jogging toward you. He holds a box that has your name written on it, next to it, a big heart.

"He was boring," You scoffed, "Wouldn't stop talking about baseball. Who even cares?"

Eddie throws his head back, "Exactly! Who fucking cares?! Not me, I'll tell you that much."

You laugh, going to snatch the box from his hands. "Mmm. Burbger."

“Burbger?” He laughs.

You nod, “Mhm.”

"Good burger," You sigh, "How come you've never taken me there? To the diner?" You clarify. 

"Never felt the need to," He shrugs, and it hurts your feelings. 

"Cool." 

He nods, oblivious to his hurtful words.

You don't drive home with Eddie for the first time in weeks. You know you're acting childish, but he really did hurt your feelings.

Eddie still doesn't think anything is wrong until you don't text him goodnight. You always say goodnight to him. 

'Baby,'

He texts you,

'I'm not sure what I did to hurt you, but I'm sorry.'

You don't answer, and his anxieties grow by the second.

What did he do?

"Eddie?" Chrissy croaks, "It's two in the morning." 

"It's actually two fifty-eight," He corrects.

"Eddie," She scolds, "You know I love you, but shut the fuck up and tell me why you called me."

"I kind of fucked up big time. A big ole fucky-wucky on my part, Chris."

"Eddie, stop speaking in riddles and tell me what's happening."

"She won't talk to me—she didn't say goodnight, she won't answer my texts, she didn't come home with me today," He rattles off.

"Woah, woah, woah cowboy." Chrissy sighs, "Do you have any clue why she might not have said goodnight?"

"Because I fucked up?" He asks.

"Obviously. Do you know why you fucked up?"

"No. I don't. I have not a clue, Chris." He sighs, "Not a clue."

"Okay. Unhelpful," Chrissy groans, "Recall today's events."

"I woke up at seven forty-six," He begins.

"I meant your interactions with her, dimwit."

"She asked if I wanted to have lunch," he begins recounting his day, "Then she asked for a burger. I gave her the burger, and she said it was delicious. She then asked me why I never took her to the diner, and I said I never felt the need to. That's it."

Chrissy rolls her eyes, sighing, "You told her you never felt the need to?"

Eddie senses he's made a big mistake, "...Yes?"

"You idiot. Obviously, this diner is special to you, right?"

Eddie rubs his hand over his face, "I told her it's the best diner ever."

"Idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot! You are so incredibly foolish, Edward."

"I know," He groans, "I'm going to apologize now."

"Goodnight, Munson."

"Night, Cunningham."

You wake up in a haze. Sitting up, you make a mental note to never cry yourself to sleep again. The first thing you do is check your phone.

Eddie's text lights up your screen.

'Hey,' It beings, 'Sorry for saying I never felt the need to take you to the diner. It's a really special place for me. I don't go often because I need it to remain special. I need it to stay stuck in time. I've only ever gone with my friends from before you, but I'll take you soon. I promise.'

It doesn't come off the best, but you know what he means. You're new to his life, and he wants to keep the diner old.

'Thanks, Eds :) I forgive you,' You reply.

'See you at school,' You finish.

Eddie walks into the lobby with a wild grin, searching for you. You're on your phone, probably playing that stupid game he likes to make fun of.

Eddie pulls out the seat opposite yours. You look up and smile.

"You look like the Cheshire Cat," You smirk.

"He went... that way," He puts on a goofy voice, reciting the creepy cat.

"Who did?" You play along.

"The white rabbit."

You widen your eyes, "He did?"

"Who did?" He furrows his brows.

"The white rabbit," You chuckle.

He takes a deep inhale, "What rabbit?"

Laughing, you continue, "But you just said— oh dear."

Eddie stands up, extending his arm toward you, "Can you stand on your head?"

You giggle, taking his hand.

You grab lunch together. Eddie's not ready to take you to the diner, so you settle for the small pizza place next to campus. Eddie nearly inhales his food, and you laugh when he chokes on his soda. You feel an overwhelming sense of joy when it comes to him, and you know the butterflies are making their way out.

On the drive to his house, he taps along with a song you've just played, and you're bubbling with excitement that he just listened to music that wasn't metal. Let alone a piece you showed him.

"I could get used to your music," He pauses, inhales deeply, then continues. "I think."

You laugh—you're always laughing with him, it seems.

You find yourself on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, ready to watch Scream. Eddie plops down next to you when the movie starts. About five minutes in, he pretends to yawn and reaches his arm around your shoulder. You giggle, leaning into him, and the butterflies flap their wings rapidly. You fall asleep on Eddie's side.

"Lovebirds," You hear a voice boom, "Go to bed."

You groggily open your eyes and look up to, what seems to be, the voice of god. It's Wayne, you realize.

Eddie's face is bright red after his uncle's words register. 

'Lovebirds.'

You seem unaffected by the term; secretly, excitement bubbles in your stomach.

"Didn't I tell you to fall asleep in a bed? Not on my couch?"

"Sorry, Wayne," You mumble.

He pats you on the shoulder, "Just don't want you two to have back pains before you're supposed to."

"Thanks, Wayne," You murmur as you shuffle to Eddie's room.

"Of course," The man grumbles.

"Told you he likes you," Eddie mumbles into your hair as he presses a chaste kiss to your head.

"Kids in love," Wayne mutters, sitting on the couch.

Fucking midterms. You genuinely cannot stand them. You've been up late every night this week studying and want to bash your head in. You've barely had time to see Eddie outside of class, and it just makes everything ten times worse. You've talked to him over the phone, but nothing matched his touch. His warm, calloused hands would run up and down your arms when you were cold or up and down your sides when you lay together. You've missed his lingering kisses on your cheek and forehead.

You've also missed Wayne. You've come to understand how he shows love—just last week, he gave you your favorite candy, and you were gushing about it to Eddie.

Now, you sit in your room—the only light coming from your laptop, and the wrapper of Wayne's gift is crumpled on your desk's side. Your phone buzzes, and you smile at the stupid picture of Eddie that lights up your screen.

"Hello?" Eddie says in a goofy voice, "Hellooo?" He asks again.

"Hi," You respond with a giddy smile.

"Hi, I'm lookin' for a real pretty girl. She told me that this is her phone number. She's brilliant and sweet, and my uncle Wayne loves her."

"Yeah? Lookin' for her?"

"I sure am."

"I'll let her know in about an hour—when she finishes studying."

Eddie pouts, hoping you'll hear it, "Why?"

It doesn't go unnoticed, "'Cause she's gotta study."

"Booo!" He yells. You hang up.

"Hello?" You ask with a smile.

"Hi."

"Someone told me a very handsome guy was calling for me. Said he's got cool rings and can play guitar."

"Oh!" You can hear him chuckle, "I do recall that conversation."

"So," You take a deep breath, "What'd ya want to talk about?"

"Politics, the weather, the deal with the DMV, and how I hate my wife."

You laugh, "So I've got 90's stand-up comic Eddie on the line?"

"Sure do, sweetheart."

You fall asleep on the phone.

"Eds," You whisper.

He turns the music down, "Yes?"

"What if I fail?"

"Baby," He puts his hand on your thigh, and the butterflies won't stop flapping their wings, "You're not gonna fail. You've been studying all week. If anything, I'm going to fail."

You roll your eyes, "I told you you should've studied."

Eddie rolls his eyes back, snatching his hand away from you, "I told you the only way I was going to study unless it was with you."

"Oh, so this is my fault?"

"If I fail, it's your fault, sweetheart."

"How do you think you did?" Eddie finished long before you. Your whole body is filled with bubbling nerves.

"I don't know," You respond, not daring to look anywhere but forward, "I feel like I'm going to faint." You murmur.

"Okay, baby." Eddie grabs your shoulders and runs his hands up and down your arms, "Take a deep breath. In... and out."

You don't care that you might be blocking the hallway—the students can find a way around you. All that matters is Eddie is helping you calm down—his hands are on you, and his head is resting on yours.

"You feelin' a little better, baby?" He asks after a few minutes.

"Feelin' a lot better."

"I'm glad."

He kisses your shoulder, and you swoon.

"What's on your mind?" Eddie asks, bringing the joint to his mouth. It's a roach at this point—he still insists on smoking it.

"Nothing," You answer—he can tell you're lying. He says it, and you roll your eyes, "Eddie, I'm not lying."

"Seriously, babe." He sits up, "What's goin' on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"First off, rude." You cross your arms with a sad expression, "Second, nothing. I am literally thinking about what I'm going to have for dinner."

"Food. You're going to have food. Now, what are you actually thinking about?"

It's strange that Eddie is being so adamant about this. Usually, if you ask him to leave something alone, he'll leave it alone. It's as if he knows that you've got butterflies in every crevice of your body—that you like him—and he's trying to coax it out of you. You're unsure why.

"What are you thinking about?" You shoot back.

"Not fair. I asked you first." He pouts.

"And I asked you second." You shrug with a smug smirk.

"Yeah, so you should answer first. I should answer second." He reasons. 

"I'm thinking about a person," You begin, "A boy." It's all you supply.

"A boy?" Eddie asks, suddenly growing insecure. His crush on you isn't a new thing. He was sure he was in love with you the second you said he looked like James Hetfield. He would swear on his life that he liked you the second he saw you. 

"Yes, Edward, a boy. Okay, your turn. What're you thinking about?"

"Chrissy."

It's painfully apparent that you're hurt, "Chrissy? Who's Chrissy?"

Part of Eddie is happy you seem jealous. The other part of him feels terrible.

"Chrissy is the girl I went to the diner with."

You nod dramatically, "Oh, yeah. Of course. Of course."

He can't hold it in any longer, "Jealous?"

Your eyes are saucers, "What?"

"What?" He parrots.

"What makes you think I'm jealous?"

"Just a hunch," He shrugs.

"No," You cross your arms, "Why do you think I'm jealous? And what exactly am I jealous of?" You demand.

"Well, the change in body language when I said Chrissy would suggest that you are jealous. Jealous of Chrissy and I's relationship."

"One, the correct wording would be 'Chrissy and me,'" You quip—Eddie rolls his eyes, "Second, you sound ridiculous. You sound like you're stupid, but you're trying to be smart."

"Don't call me stupid," Eddie crosses his arms, "I'm brilliant. Thank you very much."

"I didn't call you stupid, Eds," You pout. 

"Stop pouting," He pokes your jutted-out lip, "It makes me want to—" He cuts himself off by bringing the joint back to his lips.

"It makes you want to what?" You ask, secretly hoping the answer is what you've been wishing for.

"It makes me want to do something I shouldn't do."

"Yeah?" You smile, "Like what."

"Sweetheart," He sighs, "I have a feeling that you know. And I'm not sure why you insist on hearing it from my mouth."

"I don't know what you mean," You feign innocence.

"I think you know exactly what I mean." He whispers into your ear, and you shudder at the sudden closeness.

You turn, "C'mon, Ed's," You're so close that you're sure the butterflies will float out of your mouth and go straight in his, "Don't make me say it."

"Well, I don't want to say it, either," He mutters.

"So... where does that leave us?"

Three beats of silence go by, and a butterfly escapes when he puts his hand over yours.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is a whisper.

"Yes."

guys i fink im going to do a part 2 :0

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[spxrklezz]

Hi! I hope you're having a great day! I saw you were asking for requests so here mine (I saw you were incomfortable with mental illness, if you find my request too much, then don't do it, it's okay :D) :

Can I please request Venti with a S/O (idc about the gender) that is getting hospitalized after doing an attempt?

I know you like cute things and it's kinda angsty to say the least, but I got myself hospitalized due to... this thing. And as Venti is my favorite character (I literally play only for him-) I wondered if you could do it, I won't lie, I kind of need comfort TwT

☆ : I'LL FIND MY WAY OVER TO YOU ও

୧ : content. venti with a reader who attempted

୧ : warnings. implied suicide attempt, gn reader

୧ : pairing. venti x reader ( platonic or romantic )

୧ : notes. hello!! I did this as soon as I could and I hope you're feeling better! the reason why I don't do mental illness it's because I'm scared of doing something wrong or disrespectful, also, sorry if it's not good!! 😭😭

୧ : word count. 386

VENTI was really, really worried. he couldn't sleep ever since he got the news of what happened. he isn't the type to get mad at you, no no, why would he?

all he could think of was how quick he could arrive at the hospital. the traffic seemed to be against him that day, and he was starting to get annoyed, if it wasn't for the fact that he finally managed to get to the hospital!

venti rushed through the halls of the building, almost forgetting to get the permission to actually see you. and when he did, he couldn't wait more.

"reader? reader! oh my god I was so worried!" — he sat on the chair placed next to the hospital bed.

"venti?" — your voice was weak, but loud enough for him to hear it and smile gently at you.

"yeah, it's me."

"what... what are you doing here..?" — the answer was obvious, you knew why, but you still tried to pretend you didn't.

"... it doesn't matter why I'm here, what matters right now, is if you're better."

that caught you a bit off guard. 'what matters right now, is if you're better'.. wow, what did you do to deserve someone like him in your life.

"hey, if you don't want to talk right now, it's fine, you don't have to." — you felt yourself getting more relaxed than when you were before just from his words. it was so.. comforting, that venti cared so much for you.

before you could even answer him, venti accidentally cut you off to continue — "just know that I'm here for you, and I'll never judged you or anything, alright love?"

"... alright. thank you, venti." — he gently placed his hand in top of yours, looking at you in the eyes.

"always."

"oh, right! I got you something. I know it isn't the best times, but I thought it could make you feel better..?"

you gave him a curious look, as he messily tried to find the thing he wanted to give you in his bag. when venti finally found it, he placed it on your hands.

"it's.. a flower?" — a lavender.

"yes... did you like it?"

"yeah.. thank you." — he giggled a bit, before saying some random things to you, like a joke or a random gossip he could think of.

© mizukiyss - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[broodwolf221]

Happy Friday! For Cassandra x Sera, how about "I take it you think I'm frightening?" from As Said By Cassandra Pentaghast?

@dadrunkwriting thank you! this one took a bit to figure out the direction for, but i had sooo much fun writing it uwu 613 words cws: none

Sera rolled her shoulders, trying to work the kinks out. The tents were set up for the night and Solas had made a fire. Well, he had it easy, just snap his fingers and boom! Fire. Still, he couldn't exactly magic wood into existence, so she was about to set off to find some more for the night when Cassandra approached.

"Sera," the other woman said, and as Sera met her eyes, Cassandra averted her own. Oh, she was awkward. Which was kind of funny and kind of charming and kind of annoying all at once.

So the Inquisitor had found some damn good mead and they'd split it. So Sera had maybe had a little too much. So she'd played with Cassandra's weird braid and might've muttered something about how pretty she was. It was just drunk talk! Didn't mean nothing!

Or, well, it might mean something, but she was pretty sure their Seeker had no interest in that kind of something. Or in Sera. Or maybe even in women. Andraste's flaming arse, she'd made this right awkward, hadn't she? And now Cassandra would never be normal around her and—

"I take it you think I'm frightening?"

"I— what? What're you on about?" Cassandra met her eyes now, frowning.

"Last night."

"Uhh…"

Cassandra sighed, and somehow, it seemed to steady her. She didn't seem nearly as awkward anymore, although now Sera felt a little awkward. Crap.

"Last night, you told me that I was scary."

"Did I?" She didn't remember that part.

"I believe your exact words were 'you're proper scary, Seeker,' and then you hid your face. And then fell asleep."

"Oh." She scratched at the back of her head. "Well. I don't remember that. But I mean…" she flicked her hand at Cassandra. "Yeah? You kinda are. Like, scary to be on the wrong side of, y'know? It's, uh."

"I see," Cassandra said, deadpan, and Sera cursed herself.

"Don't think you do. I'm saying you're… impressive. Y'know. Powerful. I wouldn't want to be on your bad side."

"Evidently a terrible place to be," damn, her voice was still flat. Sera was making a right mess of this.

"Look—"

"I appreciate your efforts, Sera, but you have made your point abundantly clear."

She growled. Actually growled. It surprised her as much as it seemed to surprise Cassandra. But what surprised Cassandra more was Sera reaching out and grabbing her face and kissing her…

On the nose.

She might not be able to get her point across easily, but she wasn't gonna push it, either. She stood on her tiptoes to lean her forehead against Cassandra's, meeting wide eyes with her own, her heart feeling like it'd bounced up into her throat. This was ridiculous. It was absurb. It was—

Cassandra's expression softened and she blushed. A lot. Wow, she really… she really blushed, her whole face going blotchy and red. It was really cute.

"I, um," Cassandra stammered, but didn't withdraw. Sera felt her breath on her face, felt the heat of her blush on her own skin. "I think I… understand, now." She blinked and slowly pulled away, almost like she didn't really want to. At least, Sera hoped she didn't really want to. "I would… that is, I…" Cassandra swallowed and shook her head. "I need some time."

"Take it," Sera told her gently, and Cassandra nodded before turning sharply on her heel and heading into the forest. Presumably to gather wood. Sera decided to leave her to it and turned around, only to find Solas staring at her with a raised brow and a smirk. "Not. A. Word."

"I said nothing," he pointed out dryly and she groaned.

[orions-choker]

I've got an idea for you. M/M, could be any pairing or combination of pairings, whatever your heart desires. Anyways, Kirk's a succubus, one whose appearance changes based on a person's preferences. If you like women, he'll look like a woman; if you like men, he'll look like a man. Interestingly, the guy(s) he's going after sees him as a man, not yet knowing what that means. Kirk knows they like men before they've even figured it out.

Warnings: Anal Sex, Spit As Lube, Minor Internalized Homophobia. Word Count: 6,579 A/N: Woooooh boy I am so sorry I took this request and then ran with it in kind of a different direction. I got excited my bad. Anyways I'm pushing Klars Supremacy!

Hunger, a never ending feeling that clawed at the pits of Kirk's stomach. No amount of consumption could ever satiate him, he could eat and eat until there was nothing left, it wouldn't fill the void in his stomach. It wasn’t a hunger for any material object, no food could satisfy. He needed primal desire, lust, arousal. It was really fucking difficult living like this. If he had ever existed prior to this he hoped his past life had it easier than he did now.

Sure he was granted all means necessary to push people into giving into their deepest wants. He was everything anyone ever wanted, he changed involuntarily to meet the desires of his food. If it got him what he wanted he didn’t mind, but sometimes he forgot what he actually looked like. He rarely looked in the mirror anymore knowing half the time what stared back at him was never really him…This is why now as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the puddle he was surprised.

Those were his curls, his smooth tanned skin, the glint of his sharp crooked teeth. Oh? This was unusual. His eyes drifted to the figure sitting on the bus bench curiously. Really? This guy wanted him? Just as he was. He found it hard to believe but the darker forces at play were never wrong, they couldn’t be, they knew everyone’s mind inside and out. It was a pleasant ego boost to see his own appearance for once, a nice reminder he was desirable just as he was.

There was a soft wet sound as his boots hit the dampened pavement. He couldn’t see the man’s face in front of him clearly but he looked cute, small even. The way he was slouched over on the bench, his soft brown hair cascading in curtains obscuring his face, the way his leather jacket hugged his body. Kirk was more than content with this assignment. His body cast a shadow over the other, looming over him silently.

“The fuck do you want?” The guy asked, not missing a beat, his head tilting up to look at Kirk. His accent was cute, European? He pronounced his ‘u’s more like ‘o’s and it was oddly endearing. His face was soft and pointed, he looked like a fairy from some shitty fantasy movie, elf maybe? He could feel his stomach grumble in intrigue. This would be tasty.

Kirk’s grin was cocky and lazy. “Just wondering if you knew when the number seven bus shows up? I'm worried I missed it.” He sat down beside him, leaving a seat between them. His long legs stretched out languidly in front of him as he leaned back against the slightly damp wood of the bus bench, he could feel it seeping into the back of his shirt and his jeans but he couldn’t be bothered to care.

The man looked him up and down, his eyes lingering briefly on Kirk’s thighs. Kirk’s chest swelled with pride just a touch. Then the boy scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning away from him. “Don’t know. Do I look like an information desk?” He asked him sarcastically. Okay, wow, ouch. His face was way too pleasant to end up being such an asshole. Kirk’s smirk fell into a displeased grimace.

“Christ, I was just asking if you had seen it come by yet.” Kirk bit back at him, his legs pulled back as he sat up a little straighter, on the defensive now. He desperately did not want to deal with a struggle like this right now. He was hungry, starved. He wanted this boy served to him on a silver platter. He forced a smile back to his face, charming as ever.

The boy’s eyes didn’t meet his face again and Kirk deflated further. “No, I haven't.” He finally grumbled in response. His fingers tapped against his denim clad thighs as he stared straight ahead at the street before them. ‘Look at me’ Kirk thought with a grimace. He almost wanted to snap his fingers at him like he was a dog who needed to be trained into obedience.

Kirk leaned forward, still smiling sweetly. He would force him to look at him if he needed. “Thanks, that’s all I wanted to know.” His voice dripped with honey and sweet saccharine. There was a soft pause before he spoke again, outstretching his hand towards him. “I’m Kirk.” He introduced himself kindly. He watched as the boy's eyes dropped to his hand, his gaze zeroing in on the slightly chipped black polish on Kirk’s nails.

“You some kind of fruit?” The boy scoffed in disgust and Kirk reeled back surprised. ‘Aren't you?’ is what he thought but he didn’t say it out loud. He blinked as the boy met his gaze once more. Ah, fuck. He did not have the time nor patience to deal with some internalized homophobic bullshit. He almost wanted to scream. Then the boy continued, mumbling out a heavily accented introduction. “I'm Lars.” His hand was warm and calloused in Kirk’s own.

He rolled the name over his tongue “Lars,” He repeated. It was sweet like butterscotch. He liked it. Maybe it would be worth it to break this one down, he could starve just a little longer. Their hands dropped away from each other and Kirk’s eyes landed on the shirt half hidden beneath Lars’s leather jacket. “You like Maiden?” He asked, pointing his chin towards the design.

Lars blinked at him. “Wouldn’t wear the shirt if I didn’t.” God this guy was a little prick, yet it made Kirk smile all the same. His eyes brightened when Lars returned the smile back. Oh that was cute, the way his upper lip curled in to expose his teeth, the corners of his lips pointed upwards sharply, the scrunch of his upturned nose. The hunger in his stomach crawled into his hollow rib cage and he was pretty sure if he had a heart it would have stuttered. The phantom feeling of real warmth spreading through his chest. It almost made him hesitate.

‘You’re pretty’ that's what Kirk wanted to say. He shook his head softly, like he could rattle the thought away. His soft black curls bouncing around his face. “What else do you listen to?” Kirk asked, leaning forward with genuine intrigue. He was good at faking interest in the things people said to him, it was part of his charm and allure, he had to be good at it. But he liked music, and he liked looking at the way Lars’s mouth formed words, just slightly wrong. Something about him felt all too familiar, he knew he had never fed from this guy before, he would remember a face like this.

No he felt familiar in a way that pulsated at the back of his brain, painfully, like he was trying to remember something that didn’t exist, never had. It made his ears ring and he winced, his hands clutching at the front of his head painfully. The world suddenly felt too loud, pounding and thrumming against his skull like it was about to crack open. Kirk’s eyes screwed shut, it hurt, why did it hurt, make it stop. He didn’t have lungs, he was hollow inside, why couldn’t he breathe he didn’t need to breathe?

“Fuck man are you okay?” The voice broke him out of it, cool relief washing over him as he blinked his eyes open, his hands falling away from his head as he saw the concern painted across Lars’s face. The boys hand was on his shoulder, brows furrowed in worry. He didn’t need to be worried about him, he didn’t even know Kirk.

Slowly Kirk nodded. “Yeah, yeah, fuck sorry.” He said cautiously, his hands were shaking, why was he shaking? “I just got a killer headache.” He mumbled the lie out easily. That wasn’t a headache, that felt like dying, he thought, he didn’t actually know what dying felt like. Did he? Kirk was nothing but unsure about his existence, all he knew was how to consume. “Swear to god I’m not on drugs.” He cracked a small joke, it was even funnier to him considering the irony of swearing to the antithesis of his very being.

Lars’s hand fell from his shoulder as he nodded, cracking another hesitant smile at him. No Kirk wanted it back, wanted the heavy comforting warmth on his shoulder. “You sure?” He laughed. Kirk laughed with him, a real soft genuine laugh that surprised him. It happened easily, like it had happened a hundred times before. He wanted to lean in, rest his head on Lars’s shoulder and feel the vibrations against his skin. “Christ man, you scared me, it looked like you were having an aneurysm.”

Kirk shook his head with a grin. “Yeah that’s what it felt like.” The rough mechanical sound of an engine greeted his ears, the crunch of tires against pavement and the rumble of an exhaust pipe. He looked up at the bus, number seven. Fuck this was his fake bus number. He stood up slowly with the intention of getting on the vehicle. Then Lars followed him up. Kirk raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re a dick huh, telling me you didn’t know the schedule, it's your bus asshole.”

“Yeah well I’m still not your personal bus schedule, you should know it yourself.” Lars bit back. He was a dick but not in an unfriendly way, in fact the banter seemed a little too personal for someone he had just met. He sat down next to Kirk, their knees knocking together gently as the bus rattled to life. Kirk had no idea where he would get off, maybe the stop after Lars just to be safe. “Anyways I didn’t get to tell you what I listen to after your little schizo freak out.”

Just like that Lars’s voice rambled on in Kirk's ear. Fuck this guy could talk a lot. Still he hung on to every word though. His grin brightening as the boy listed off bands, some mutual favorites and others Kirk had never heard of before. The guy liked a lot of European metal, he supposed that made sense when he took into account his accent. Kirk’s smile never faltered. “You know, your teeth are kind of fucked man.”

Ouch? What the hell dude. Kirk’s lips immediately pressed shut into a thin line, his eyes hardening as he looked at the other boy. He wanted to bite back that they couldn’t have been that bad considering his appearance was a direct correlation to the boy's personal tastes. He still couldn’t wrap his head around that, he had never encountered someone whose preferences were…just him? It didn’t make sense the longer he thought about it. He didn’t think he was particularly ugly but he was always tweaked just slightly to appeal to whoever he pursued. Why did Lars want him? “Rude.” He finally spit back.

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Lars grinned. Kirk thought that this guy needed to learn to shut up sometimes. But it was endearing in a weird way. He wanted to kiss him and strangle him all the same. He watched with steady eyes as Lars pushed his hair from his face, his body bounced in the bus seat like he couldn't sit still.

“How do you not mean that in a bad way?”

Before Lars could open his mouth to speak, Kirk looked outside down the residential street they were pulling up to. This was Lars’s stop. He stopped, his brows furrowing. How did he know that? He could do a lot of things, reading minds wasn't one of them. His stomach churned uncomfortably and he felt like he might be sick. “This is me,” Lars said standing up as the bus rolled to a stop, his hand tightening on the bar to stop himself from falling over. “Listen I play at The Stone, sometimes with my band, swing by if you’re free on Friday.” He hummed before he stepped off with a small wave.

Kirk wanted to get off here too, follow the boy. Not for any reason other than it felt like he was supposed to. “Yeah, will do.” He mumbled softly but Lars was already gone. His eyes never left the boy’s form, peering at him through the window until the bus hummed to life again and he was pulled away. He got off at the next bus exchange to get on his actual bus, heading back to his apartment.

Sure Demons didn’t need somewhere to stay, they didn’t sleep, didn’t eat. However, Kirk enjoyed relaxing, he didn’t want to prowl the fucking streets all the time. He liked putting his legs up, watching some cheesy horror movie and plucking away on his guitar. Hell wasn’t a place to return home to, it existed more as a concept, an odd in between that existed in the cracks of life and death. He would avoid returning to those cracks by all means possible.

Sometimes, when he thought about it he was too human. He existed amongst them, a wolf in sheep’s clothing but he really didn’t feel like a wolf. He didn’t like hurting people, he was kinder than some of the other entities he had encountered. He didn’t really know why, it shouldn’t be in his nature to be good. Kirk didn’t know if he had always been like this. Kirk didn’t know what he had been like prior to a year ago. There was no guidebook on what to do when you’re born an incubus. What do you do when you suddenly just exist? With nothing to guide you but the never ending hunger beneath your skin that replaced the need for all other organs. His life force was this, it’s all he knew, yet somehow he had ended up so…mundane.

There was no introduction, no training. He just was. He could think, he could speak, feel to some extent, therefore he existed and that was that. Fuck he was hungry. With a groan he tilted his head back against his old worn couch, His hand slipped beneath his shirt, blunt nails scratching at the skin of his stomach. He should eat, yet the thought of eating anyone aside from Lars now seemed disgusting. He had a craving, nothing else could satisfy. It wasn’t hard to sever the connection with his chosen meal, he could choose someone else, but he didn’t want to. He could wait until Friday, probably…

If he wasn’t eating, Kirk didn’t find any purpose in leaving his apartment. The world was loud, overwhelming. He was safe in the confines of these walls. A demon with social anxiety? It was extremely comical and he wished he had someone to laugh about it with. Lars. That was the only name that popped into his mind when he thought about it. Suddenly he was struggling to breathe again

His body crumbled, sliding off the couch onto the worn wooden floors. On his hands and knees as he retched and gasped desperate to fill his non-existent insides with cool sweet air. His bones cracked under and popped. He watched as his blunt nails curled into something claw like digging, into the wood beneath him. The pressure at the front of his head pulsed until it burst, the sound of flesh tearing like paper, black blood trickling down into his eyes and blurring his vision as porcelain bone sprouted from his head in long twisting spirals.. It never hurt this much. The thick tar-like liquid poured into his mouth until he was choking. His tongue drowned in the sulphuric taste. Kirk coughed and sputtered, spitting out thick globs of inky black. He heaved, his chest spasming under his uneven breaths until the pain subsided. What the fuck was that? He collapsed, pressing his cheek against the cold floor for some sort of relief as his body burned around him. Was this some sort of cruel punishment for thinking too much, for trying to pry into a part of his brain he wasn’t allowed to see?

At this point he wasn’t sure how long he laid on the floor of his apartment, days maybe? Long enough for his body to shrink back in on itself, concede against his most primal nature. He hated the theatrics, the horns, the claws, the way his pupils expanded until they consumed his eyes. Reminders he could never be human even if he tried. The blood had dried on his face long ago and when he scrunched his features he could feel it crack and flake off of his skin. Gross.

With a heave he pushed himself off the floor, stumbling into his bathroom. He didn’t look up into the mirror as he leaned forward to roughly turn the taps on. He scrubbed at his face with the lukewarm water, like if he did it hard enough he could cleanse himself of his infernal nature. He dragged the rough pads of his fingers across his skin, trying to pull it back, remove the flesh from his face because he thought that would be less painful than existing like this. He stopped when it hurt, he couldn’t go that far, he had someone to see. His internal Calendar told him it was Friday, he knew it wasn't wrong. Had he really laid there that long. Pathetic. He shook his head, keeping his head down to avoid his own reflection as he shuffled into his bedroom. He rooted through the piles of clothing on the floor, sniffing them until he found something clean. He was a fucking mess but who cared, he had no one coming back here to impress.

Kirk had been to The Stone before. Wait had he? He couldn’t actually recall coming here, yet his legs moved him through the streets like he knew where he was going. And he did. He ended up in front of the familiar venue, it shouldn’t be familiar. His brain thrummed painfully, almost causing him to double over. No he hadn’t been here, couldn’t have. Then the pain subsided. He pushed his way inside the dimly lit venue. Music filled his ears. Shit was he late? Gazing towards the stage he sighed in relief, Lars wasn’t up there, he hadn’t missed it.

He settled in at the bar, ordering a beer as he turned to watch the first band on stage. It wasn’t bad, maybe a little too flashy for his own tastes. His eyes glazed over the drummer, he wasn’t very good, certainly not as good as Lars. No, wait. Lars didn’t tell him he played drums. He didn’t know that, how did he know that? Push it down, put it away. He shook it from his head, obviously he had just assumed from the way the boy had been tapping against his thighs on the bus.

The next band took the stage and Kirk found himself smiling. Metallica, yeah he knew that name. He felt an excited warmth in his chest and the phantom feeling of a heart thudding against his ribs. His eyes fell on the drum kit being set up, and the short Danish boy who took his place behind him. Playfully Kirk hollered, an excited whooping noise calling out over the chattering crowd. Lars turned and scowled at him, a small blush on his pale cheeks highlighted beneath the harsh stage lights. He could feel that the displeased look was hardly serious, not when he caught the corner of Lars' lips quirking up.

Watching the performance was like watching his favorite movie playing out for the hundredth time. He knew every moment before it happened, wrapped his lips around every lyric as if it had been memorized. Every beat felt familiar like it could replace the hollow feeling in his chest. Panic was rising in his throat like bile. His fingers twitched around the air longing for the feeling of heavy corded strings and smooth metal beneath them. Those were his chords, his riffs his-

The pressure against his skull was back again, he couldn’t breathe. He could feel the sickening ripple of bones cracking beneath his flesh. He needed to stop, needed to- get the fuck out of here. He stumbled through the press of warm sweaty bodies, his hands flying up to the front of his forehead like if he pressed down hard enough he could stop the protrusions threatening to break through his skin. Kirk barrelled through the heavy door leading into the restrooms and throwing himself into the nearest stall. His chest heaved with unheavy breathing and he didn’t even fucking need to breathe. His body was running on some sort of panicked autopilot he wasn’t familiar with, or maybe was too familiar with?

“Kirk, you okay man?” Great, the exact opposite of what he needed right now. Yet somehow the Danish boy’s voice soothed the pain, his skin felt a little smoother, flatter. How long had he been standing here that their set was already finished? There was a gentle rapping of knuckles against the stall door. From his peripheral he could see the faint outline of Lars through the gaps in the door.

With an unsteady hand Kirk pushed the door back open, He was nearly positive he didn’t look entirely human right now. He towered over lars a little more than usual, his eyes felt hazy and unclear like the darkness still swirled overtaking the whites, his nails a little too sharp as the dug into the wood of the frame and pushed himself forward. His suspicions were confirmed by the way Lars was looking up at him, eyes wide and swimming with unease. Kirk had never once appeared like this to any of his conquests, had never seen fear strike through a human heart quite like this.

The lights were flickering, was he doing that? Kirk couldn't be sure if the shadows moving up the walls were in his mind or a real product of the way he was closing in on the smaller man. He needed to near him, needed to feel his flesh beneath his fingers, rip away until there was nothing left but bone so that his existence would stop fucking with Kirk’s head. But all the same he wanted to be gentle, drown in him like he was coming home. Coming home, home, home he didn’t have a fucking home…not a real one, why was Lars home? “I’m sorry,” His words sound a little jumbled and choked.

Lars looked up at him in fear as his bare back was pressed against the wall. Kirk could read the confusion behind those eyes but It didn’t stop his pursuit, closing in on him like a predator does prey. His arms cage him in, he can’t escape. “The fuck is this?” Lars asked and his accent is even sloppier when he’s scared…cute. “What are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Kirk mumbled, his head dipping down lower to meet Lars’s eye level, and then he realizes he’s not quite as tall anymore, finally dropping back to equal height, his finger’s don't ache with the pressure of claws and the bathroom seems a little brighter. The urge to destroy and consume has faded from his bones. Lars was his complete undoing. “I really…really want you.” Kirk’s breath is hot ghosting over his lips.

He is vaguely aware of hands pushing against his chest, so Kirk stumbles back. Disgust has replaced the fear in Lar's eyes, and oh yeah, there was still this bullshit to deal with. “The fuck? Fucking homo.” He spat at him with pure vitriol. Enough that made Kirk flinch back. “Is that what you thought this was?” No, that wasn’t disgust, that was anxiousness on his features. Had his Lars always been so pent up and insecure, was this the same boy he had held in his arms night after night. Skin to skin, hearts beating in tandem.

Wait no. His Lars? His Lars. Kirk doubled over again with a groan, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, so hard that it hurt causing odd shapes to float in dim colors behind his eyelids. “Can you cut the bullshit already?” Kirk hissed, his head hurt too much to deal with this. He just wanted him back beneath his hands, soft and warm. The lines between his reality and these thoughts were blurring, rippling and crackling. It pushed against poorly sewn seams of realities. “Who are you fooling Lars? Just let me fucking love you.”

The words snap with the same harshness of a whip. He’s said these words before. Standing in his mom’s house, hands curled into fists at his sides. Lars had looked a lot smaller and uncertain than. Hurling every slur he could think of towards Kirk, the sting of a kiss still fresh on both of their lips. “Why won't you let me love you.” Kirk’s voice was more unsteady, shaky under the weight of the situation unfolding between them. “This isn’t wrong, we aren’t wrong.” He had pleaded.

Back then Lars had relented easily, curling into Kirk’s grasp at the first sight of tears welling up in his big cinnamon colored eyes. Lars had never liked it when Kirk cried. Now however, Lars was older, more hardened. “Love me?” He exclaimed in exasperation. “I'm not a fa-” Kirk drowned out the rest of those words. What happened, what had changed inside of Lars? Kirk’s head thrummed uncomfortably. What the fuck was he thinking. He didn’t know him. He didn’t fucking have memories, he didn’t have a mom, he never felt the embrace of a warm body around his to soothe him through the night. He was a fucking infernal creature, he lived off of nothing more than primal wants. A low ugly growl spilled past Kirk’s lips.

“Cut the shit Lars.” He ran a hand through his thick long curls. Squeezing his eyes shut as he sighed desperately. “Do I look like I’m human?” Kirk chuckled humorlessly as he gestured to himself. Maybe he did right now but there was no denying what the other man had seen. “I feed off your lust, your desires.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Demon, Incubus, Succubus whatever way you want to sugarcoat it. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay I am what you want me to be.” He opened his eyes again to stare at the man. His heart twisted warmly at the sight. He wanted to eat him whole but mostly he wanted to hug him. “I am what you want, you want this…me.”

Kirk stepped forward once more, leaving no room for arguments or dismissal. His head tilted, lips slotting against the other’s. Then something popped in his mind. The pressure being released. A sharp pain then relief. A heavy feeling settled in his chest and suddenly his husk of a body felt less hollow. There was something of subsistence to him now. It was sorely overwhelming the way it all came back to him. Soft sticky sweet nights in his backyard, hot summer day’s in someone's garage as he sweat over the frets of his guitar, the steady beat of Lars’s drums behind him. His friends and sharing lukewarm beers stolen from the store on the corner. His mom’s cooking. Lars, Lars, Lars. The name on repeat in his mind. He was consumed by him, his soft impish smile, the lazy way he spoke just between them. Then blistering pain, all consuming in a way that he could still feel it beneath his skin. Nothingness.

There was wetness pooling between their lips. He was crying, or was Lars crying? When had the others hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with the desperation of a dying man. “Lars, Lars stop please.” He mumbled against the boy’s lips pulling back and finding recognition in his face.

“You died, you’re dead”

The words were said with a crushing heaviness. “I did,” Kirk replied. “I am.”. The room was spinning with the knowledge that shouldn’t exist in his brain. “I’m not supposed to be here.” He whispered in a soft disbelief. This is what had become of him in death? He wanted to retch. A demon, mindless, empty and hollow. He didn’t like that there was nothing beneath his bones. He wasn’t supposed to know this for a reason, wasn’t supposed to find Lars. Yet even in this infernal state whatever that remained of his soul sought him out.

Lars shook his head as the same mental block was crushed under the weight of their reunion. Kirk’s very existence had been wiped from the minds of anyone who mattered. A demon couldn’t have mortal connections. Kirk didn’t exist in this reality. But he existed within Lars. Ingrained in the boy's very soul he couldn’t be removed, only hidden. “I watched you die,” Lars choked out brokenly. “W-why did I forget you?”

“I know.” Kirk didn’t know what else to say, there was no comfort he could offer with his words. He wasn’t anymore privy to this information than Lars was. “I forgot me… I forgot you.” He could feel Lar’s heartbeat where their chests pressed together and if he closed his eyes and focused hard enough he could almost pretend it was his own. “I’m a fucking monster Lars.”

Calloused fingers pressed themselves to Kirk’s cheeks, a thumb running over the mole on his cheek fondly. “No, no you aren't a monster, you’re here.” Lars whispered in disbelief. Kirk knew he felt cold, knew that Lars could tell there was no movement to his chest, no pulse beneath his skin. Yet still here he was looking at him with surprise and adoration. “Holy fuck you’re here.”

Everything came crashing down as Lars tugged his face into his own, their lips colliding almost painfully. There was a clacking of teeth and the sloppy press of tongues together. It was sloppier than the way Kirk had kissed him the moment prior but it was so perfect. Like coming home after years apart, god it had been years hasn't it. “Thought you weren't gay?” Kirk sneered against his mouth.

“I'm not,” Lars bit back, his teeth catching on Kirk’s plump bottom lip. “You’re different, this isn't…just fucking shut up.” He groaned. Kirk smiled against him as his inhumanly long tongue slipped out against Lars’s teeth. He could feel that same hunger building in the pit of his stomach. How could he have ever felt satisfied with anyone else? Kirk’s hands dropped to the waistband of Lars’s shorts. His fingers curled in the fabric as he went to tug it down. “Lars, I need you, please.” He groaned desperately. His lips trailing to the underside of his jaw. Reveling in the familiar scratchiness of Lars’s cheeks against his own. He dragged his teeth across the skin of his neck achingly slow, earning him a strangled noise from the boy pressed against him.

Lars’s chest heaved, his breathing uneven and shallow as his own fingers went to work open the button on Kirk’s too tight jeans. “For helvede,” He hissed and Kirk’s stomach ached with how much he realized he had been missing hearing Lars' desperate voice. He liked hearing him in his native tongue, the way the words dripped from his mouth naturally. “Fuckin’ take me already.” His English was sloppy when he was overwhelmed.

Suddenly Kirk’s zipper was tugged down and his jeans were falling around his ankles. He laughed heartily at Lars’ eagerness but he couldn’t blame him. He was pretty sure he might combust and return to his primordial form if he wasn’t inside Lars…and soon. He spun the brunette around, pressing him forward to lean against the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink. His thumbs hooked into the shorts before tugging them down, exposing the soft pale skin of his ass. “Fuck,” Kirk hissed. His hand curved over the small of Lars’ back and down the swell of his ass until his thumb came to rest against his hole. “You’re so beautiful.”

“God, you always knew how to make this embarrassing.” Lars groaned, pressing his forehead against the counter. His skin was flushed and blotchy, still sweaty from the aftermath of his performance tonight. It was all too familiar, his head didn’t feel like it was going to pop anymore when he thought about it. He felt warm. He had seen this very view so many times before and it still managed to take his breath away. “Stop staring and hurry the fuck up.”

With a disapproving click of his tongue Kirk, pulled his hand back. “I die and don’t see my boyfriend for two years and when I finally do he wont even let me enjoy the moment.” Kirk scoffed, maybe a bit too playfully for the situation they found themselves in but he never really did take anything too seriously. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and coating them in a thin layer of saliva. With one hand he gently pulled back on lars skin, exposing his hole to him, one spit coated finger prodding carefully at the small puckered ring. Then he sank in down to the knuckle with ease.

A soft shuddery gasp spilled past Lars lips, his hips angling back in a desperate attempt to take more of him in. “Oh god,” Lars groaned, his fingers curled around the edge of the sink as he tried to hold himself steady. Another sweet moan bubbling up deep from within his chest as he felt himself stretched further by the addition of another of Kirk's digits. It stung a bit, he knew this was dumb, he wasn't prepared but in that moment the only thing he could think of was finally being with Kirk again. “Hurts,” Lars hissed.

Kirk stilled his movements, leaning over to spit again where his fingers disappeared inside of the other. “Sorry baby, better?” He asked breathlessly as he began to gently scissor his fingers again. The nod he received in return was enough for him to continue his movements. Curling his fingers up until he rubbed against the soft bundle of nerves, the placement memorized in his brain. It sent Lars forward with an almost pathetic squeak, his thighs trembling as he clenched down around his fingers. “So good, fuck, think you can take me?” As Lars whined out a confirmation there was a loud wet squelch as Kirk pulled his hand back, watching Lars’s hole flutter around nothing desperately. Kirk was quick to reach into his boxers, tugging his aching cock out, his slender fingers wrapping around it to pump a few times. He let out a soft groan, spitting into his hand to slick himself. This wasn’t ideal but it would do. Satisfied with his work he shifted forward, pressing the blunt head of his dick against Lars once more. “Tell me to stop if it's too much.” He mumbled sweetly.

“I swear to god if you don't jus-” Lars' threat was promptly cut off as Kirk pushed inside past the tight ring with a pop. “O-oh fuck.” He cried out softly, his whole body going lax only being held up by the sink and Kirks hands on his hips. With each inch pushed inside it felt like the air was being forced from his lungs. His breathing shallow and uneven as he tried to relax his body for Kirk to bottom out.

After what felt like ages Kirk’s hips pressed flush against the soft skin of Lars’s ass. “Oh god,” Kirk whined, because he always got whiny and needy when he was inside Lars. “You feel, s-so so good, I missed you, I missed this.” He mumbled sweetly as he leaned over to kiss the other boy's shoulder blade. “You’re so pretty, so good.” His words muffled against the skin.

Lars shifted his hips back, wordlessly requesting that Kirk finally start moving. “M-missed you too,” Lars huffed, he was never one to be sentimental during sex but he granted that this was a special occasion. It's not often your dead boyfriend comes back as some sort of sex demon. It was comical actually if he really thought about it, the absolute ridiculousness of the situation. He reached down between his legs, pumping his own length in time with Kirk's slow rhythm.

Each drag of his cock against Lars’s warm tight walls had a slew of soft curses spilling past Kirk’s lips. He stood up a bit straighter, fingers curling into the others hips with an almost bruising force as he snapped his hips forward. Maybe their reunion should have been a bit more romantic, not some depraved fuck in a bar bathroom. But the undeniable truth was Kirk was still hungry and as much as he loved the boy beneath him, the primal urge to consume was too strong. He could feel that ache beneath his skin subsiding as he took and took from the other. It helped that Lars seemed more than eager to give.

The sink creaked and groaned under the sheer force of which Lars was being fucked forward against it. It pressed achingly hard into his ribs and made it difficult to breathe. Either he was going to break or the sink was, that's what it felt like. His hand tightened around his dick, his strokes messy and fast as he felt himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. He squeezed down around Kirks girth as his breathing hastened, he was so close, so fucking close.

“Thats it, just like that, fuck you’re so good for me, such a good boy.” Kirk whined, had this been any other circumstance Lars would have reprimanded him for saying something so fucking cringe inducing but his voice was like sweet honey to his ears and it was enough for him. Lars let out a strangled gasp, his hips twitching as he spilled white hot over his hand, dripping down onto the tiled floor beneath them. “Fuck.” Kirk hissed as he felt the way Lars clamped down around him.

Kirk fell forward, tucking his face against Lars back as he pushed himself fully to the hilt, his own cock twitching as he shot hot spurts of his release as deep inside him as possible. For a moment they existed only in an endless bliss. It was just them, connected. A warmth blossomed in Kirk’s chest that shouldn't exist and he felt just a little less hollow. Lars reached back, gently pushing Kirk back so he could pull up his shorts and underwear, Kirk lazily following suit so they were both dressed again. Then Lars wrapped himself into Kirk’s arms, resting his chin on Kirk’s shoulder. “Please don’t leave me again.” He whispered into the others ear.

With a small laugh Kirk nuzzled his face against the side of Lars’ head, burying his nose into his hair. His arms tightened around the boy as he held him as close as possible. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me now.” He mumbled softly. “I’m not the same…I’m kind of insatiable.” Despite the delicious encounter Kirk could still feel that ache in the hollow pit of his stomach, he was never fully satisfied. He felt Lars’ fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt in a vice grip.

“I’ll manage.”

[oceanlipgloss]

PIE CHART

MINHYEOK.

+ warnings: implicit mentions of sex, light angst, light curse words.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns, hints of female mc’s official appearance.

Childhood friends, childhood friends, childhood friends.

Was sort of like watching some silly drama progress, except this one seemed to be all about angels, devils, and two childhood friends staying that way till the very end.

Eye candy, women thought. They were mostly college girls with their faded jeans and their long hair that glimmered just over their bubble butts.

A fair slice of the pie chart found the idea of being with him appealing, even if only for a day, or one night or two. Because, you know, the usual—pretty face, nice body, them not really bothering to look past those and into his personality, that kind of thing.

It's how their brains function. Blame them, or blame something else, whatever. It didn't really matter. The truth is, chemicals are weird. Or is it upbringing?

But wow, for once they didn't like the wrong guy, didn't crush over another loser. Kinda lucky. They were actually safe this time. Just not from rejection. Because sure, his mind may have been dirty, but those thoughts were reserved for one person only.

Dirty-minded...they would have liked that: an  innocent-looking, composed guy, hiding some freaky shit in his mind.

Well, he was a college student, and most of that population is like that or close to it, thinking about cheeky things and sex. There are extremely rare—opposite—exceptions, but it's kind of hard to expect something else. The others cut a pretty big portion of the pie chart.

Just like the girls who gushed about him.

Yeah, yeah, so what? He just liked the girl that knew him as her childhood friend, but he wanted way more than that—even when she didn't see in him what the lovestruck kids with their sadistic crushes did: perfect soulmate, unapproachable crush, sugar rush.

He thought she was cute, dammit. He liked her long purple hair and soft pale skin. He also knew she was really lewd, but had long ago accepted that aspect of her too.

He really, really wished that when she thought about him, suddenly her world would flush pink; and then, they would do more than a few naughty things.

But...she had seen—was still seeing—much better men, right?

He missed her.

Each time, he told her to come back to him in the end, and that's what she planned, but for platonic attachments and reasons entirely different.

He thought that maybe they would forever live with the sweet memories of childhood and awkward photographs of adolesence. He thought that maybe they're not meant to take that old friendship to the next level.

Sadness slapped him in the face, punched him in the heart. He thought that her percentage was meagre, thin, a sliver in the admirers' pie chart.

+note: Minhyeok's moment of insecurity was the inspiration for this one. And though I'm not fond of him, I don't particularly dislike him either—the neutral part of the spectrum—but the idea already popped into existence, so I thought "meh, whatever, I'll write it." This will definitely be the last fic I write about him, however lol

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+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[zarvasace]

Ok actual request LU Four and Legend platonic/found sibling, piece. Preferably with some internal input from the colors in Four's head

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar. 

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit. 

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE 

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?" 

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break 

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four. 

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position. 

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh. 

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant. 

"Ahem. Legend." 

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks. 

"You just… have those?" 

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?" 

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer. 

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask 

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?" 

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter." 

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move. 

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur. 

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache 

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeee