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evan4ever · 2 years ago

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Vegas, baby

Part 4 — part 3 here

Warnings: pregnancy, social media

a/n: I tried researching and maybe I’m just not a pro at it but couldn’t find any of Evans personal friends names (feel like it’s that way for a reason or maybe I am just dumb 🤣 so I made up Joe 🤪 and just figured Sarah would be perfect for this situation 🥰) Also, please let me know if I missed any tags and let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! I’m still learning how to do tumblr so I appreciate the patience and the support 🤍

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Evan’s POV

His phone was blowing up more than normal, but nothing that caused him to feel the need to look. He didn’t have any social media platforms but he still managed to get notifications regarding things on social media. Mostly texts. He simply checked them and would reply when he had time and lately he’d been very busy so in this particular time, he didn’t.

Evans life seemed so much more unproblematic since ridding himself of social media and that’s what he liked. He was already in so much spotlight that he felt he had no personal time for himself, and that everyone knew everything about him. Sometimes he felt like his life was not his own. It wasn’t that way so much anymore and he planned for it to stay like so.

He had gotten dressed this morning and was drinking a large cup of coffee, sugar and butter added, and he was sat at the large island in his home reading through his mail he’d received that morning. Mostly bills and such that he’d be able to pay from his phone. The outside world was currently dimmed through his ears not paying attention to anything, not even the constant buzzing of his phone, as odd as it was. He was in his own world.

“Peters” Joe walked in. He was a buddy of Evan’s who was visiting and staying with him. Evans eyes flickered up to him and shot him a smile.

“Coffee on the counter if you want some.” Evan stated then got back to reading. Joe stared at him for a moment, Evan hadn’t taken note of Joes shocked face and this only made Joe more nervous. He had read articles that came out this morning, obviously Evan hadn’t considering it was regarding him and some really big allegations. Though Evan caught on to Joe’s lack of movement and looked back up to him. This time he could see the torn look on Joe’s face causing Evan to lower the mail and sit himself upright in his spot.

“You good, buddy?” Evan chucked awkwardly at Joe’s behavior, raising his eyebrows to encourage him to say something.

“Um, yeah.. have you read any news this morning?” Joe questioned curiously, silently hoping Evan already read it and was coping calmly. But seeing Evan shake his head slowly, curiously, Joe sighed and silently cursed himself for being the one to drop this on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up his twitter feed, scrolling only a second before landing on the trending news article and opening it. He hesitated a moment silently preparing himself for Evan’s reaction, then swiftly handed the phone to Evan all while avoiding Evan’s curious and bit concerned eyes.

Evan slowly took the phone, his eyes still watching Joe before looking down to his screen and reading the name of the article:

‘ Does Evan Peter’s have a child he doesn’t know about? ‘

Evan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at just the headline, quickly looking up at Joe who still wasn’t looking at him though could sense his eyes on him, “just read it man”.

Evans eyes held themselves on Joe for a moment, then hesitantly lowered back to the article and he began reading it. All he thought the entire time was how could someone take something like this this far? He’s no stranger to fake and false stories airing but this one was too much. Claiming a pregnancy and it making the literal news? That was insanity. He wanted to throw the phone and break a few things, nearly shaking in anger at the lies he was reading. He didn’t recognize any names brought up, even yours. All he knew was that a fan was going above and beyond to get to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

Until his eyes landed on the video linked on the bottom of the article. He still didn’t recognize the name of the Tik Tok-er, but he clicked on the video to watch what was said that blew up this much. And that’s when his stomach dropped.

He saw you, the center of attention in the video, your stomach painfully obviously pregnant. He remembered you. And he remembered what the two of you did almost 9 months ago in Vegas. And that’s when everything made sense to him.

He rewatched the video a few times as if rewatching it would change the circumstances, make you not pregnant, make you someone he didn’t know so he could claim that it was in fact a lie. But each time rewatching it just confirmed everything the article had said.

He was about to have a child that he didn’t even know had been conceived.

Evan swallowed hard and finally shakily handed the phone back over to Joe who now was watching him. He was calm, it seemed. The opposite of what Joe had expected, though concerned more at his reaction. “You gotta tell me what’s going on, Peters.”

Evan shook his head at Joes words, his head dropping into his hands that rubbed over his face and rested in them while he nearly silently had a panic attack. He finally stood from the stool roughly, grabbing his phone and pushing past Joe who followed. He had to clear this up. Maybe you slept with someone else after him? Surely he wasn’t the only one. Even though he knew the possibility was real considering he had t slept with anyone since you. But you guys were supposed to keep it at just sex. You both made it very clear you were too busy for a relationship, let alone a fucking baby. He didn’t have time for this.

“Evan, man, what is up? Is it true? Where are you going?” Joe questioned as he followed behind Evan who made it to the front door before turning and looking at Joe to say something but no words coming out. Instead, Evan shook his head and swung his door open only to be met by Sarah (Paulson).

Evan was taken back by her standing in front of him giving her a confused look while she only held one that spoke of sincerity and concern. She was, concerned for her friend. She had read the article and she needed to talk to him herself.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working.” Evan stated, avoiding the obvious answer that he knew. She only smiled softly to him.

“Can I come in?”

Evan sighed and stepped out of the way allowing her to enter, closing the door and turning half scared to face his reality when she’d get him to admit it. Sarah watched him for a moment, his eyes looking to hers then away, then back before down to the floor. She knew the allegations were true, he just confirmed it for her. Instead of scolding him like he’d been expecting, he was met with her arms pulling him into her into a gentle and sympathetic hug. He blinked a few times before he wrapped his arms around her and broke down.

Sarah rubbed his back as he sobbed into her, soothing her dear friend. It was a hard pill to swallow, she knew that. And he didn’t need a lecture, he needed a friend, a support system, he needed help.

Meanwhile Joe stood aside, confused at what was happening. Did this mean everything he read this morning was true?

“Joe?” Sarah spoke breaking him if his thoughts and looking to her, “would you be a doll and make some tea? Earl grey, add some honey.” She smiled and Joe nodded, turning and leaving them alone.

Finally Sarah pulled back enough to see Evan while he brought himself up and wiped the tears that fell. He felt like a baby, crying in front of his friend. But she understood and he knew he needed to let himself feel this. “Tell me what happened, Evan.”

Sarah’s soft and kind voice reassured Evan and after collecting himself, he sighed loudly. “I met her in Vegas earlier this year. January. She was… I mean come on. She was hot.” He groaned again, violently cursing himself now for not being smarter. “We were drunk. I wasn’t expecting to have sex and one thing led to another. We didn’t have any protection but I… you know.. I pulled out.” He cleared his throat awkwardly at talking about this with Sarah. But he needed to tell someone and he preferred it be her than anyone else. She only nodded and allowed him to continue. “We agreed it meant nothing. Just some drunk fun sex. We didn’t exchange numbers. I didn’t even get her last name, barely remembered her first. I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

“Do you know if she’s tried to reach you at all?” Sarah asked and Evan looked down trying to remember if he’d seen anything with her name, but not recalling anything.

“I mean if she did, she was pretty limited in ways to do it.” He realized that must be why he never knew. You quite literally would’ve had no ways to get ahold of him. And that made his heart ache a bit, for you. You’ve been doing this alone. You were probably so angry at him, hence the video and what must be your friends words. They were like an echo in his ear. He made it impossible for anyone who didn’t know him personally to be able to reach him and that made it impossible for you too, and this was important.

Sarah could see the realization in his expression and she knew it was hurting him. But he didn’t know it would happen, he had to protect his mental health and his privacy. He was doing what any celebrity would do by making it hard to reach them. It was the hardest part of the job. The fame and fortune was great, sure, but the amount of people who would go so far to try to get to celebrities was rough. Evan did what he needed.

“It’s okay, Evan. You didn’t know. That’s all there is to it.” Sarah took a deep breath and nodded, “but now you have to face it okay? I’d say probably in person.” She chuckled lightly, rubbing his arms as he stood with them by his side thinking about her words. She was right. But where did you live? That wasn’t exchanged either.

“I have to find her first.” He nodded and she smiled.

“I can help. Come on.” She held her hand on his back and he allowed her to lead them to the kitchen where Joe was still attempting to make tea like Sarah had asked. She shooed him away while he apologized only to be met with a “thank you for trying” and Sarah finishing it while Joe took a seat next to Evan.

“I did a little searching on her myself when I first read the article this morning. I found her Instagram. It’s y/instagram/name. Here.” She handed Evan her phone and allowed him to look you up, finding your profile and clicking on it.

There you were. He studied the images you had shared, so many baby bump pictures. He clicked and scrolled through reading each caption and scrolling more stopping on a selfie. He sighed and smiled lightly at the picture of you. You were so pretty. He was so mad at himself for not just getting over his busy schedule and getting your number. He could’ve made time for you. Especially had he known he got you pregnant. He didn’t mean to neglect what was partially his responsibility. And god, he hoped you’d forgive him.

“Have you messaged her?” He looked up to Sarah who shook her head no, looking back down and sighing. Would you believe it was him if he messaged you from Sarah’s account? Was that the smart thing to do? Or does he fly to wherever you were and come to you? “I don’t know how to go about this.” He sighed again, dropping her phone in the counter and resting his head in his hands again, something he tended to do when he was stressed.

“Would you like me to message her? I can talk to her, figure out how she prefers to? Girl to girl.” Sarah smiled and shrugged, Evan liking the idea. He slid her phone back to her and she picked it up and went straight to your DM, letting her fingers type out what her mind said was best to say.

‘ Hello, y/n. I’m sure this may come as a surprise to you, but I assure you I’m reaching out as a friend. Evan has no social media, as I’m sure you know by now. He’s allowing me to come to you first. We would like to know how you would feel about coming to you. This sort of news is pretty big and it would be best to talk in person. I hope you would agree. Please call me at this number — when you have a chance. I look forward to talking to you! Sarah ‘

Sarah handed the phone back to Evan to allow him to read it and once he approved, she sent the message your way.

“It’ll be good to remember that her phone is probably going crazy right now too, so give it some time. If she doesn’t respond by this afternoon, we’ll have your management reach her. We’ll get ahold of her one way or another, okay?” Evan sighed at the thought of his manager having to reach her. That always seems to make matters worse, seeming more angry on what is his part and he didn’t want it to turn that way for either of you. He wasn’t angry, he was sad and annoyed at the entire situation for sure, but never angry. He wanted to make this as smooth as possible for everyone. But, of course, he wanted to be in his child’s life, and he hoped you would too.

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Your POV

You could barely keep up with your notifications and your phone ringing like crazy. You were at your wits end, ready to throw your phone in the garbage and take it out. But Shay had come over and helped you through it. It was barely early afternoon and your face was all over social media and it caused your insecurities to grow. It didn’t help that the angry and bitter people were calling you names and pointing out your every flaw. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You couldn’t fight back the tears that finally managed to escape.

“Hey, stop that. Everything will be fine!” Shayla frowned when she saw your state, your head in your hands and the tears dropping from your cheeks. You shook your head not believing a word she was saying.

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid!” You couldn’t help the glare that you sent her way. You knew she never intended for this to happen but it was her fault and you were angry about it. Shayla quickly looked down at her hands feeling your wrath towards her.

“I know.. I’m really sorry y/n. You know I never wanted to make things go wrong.” She picked at the skin around her nails avoiding your eyes that quickly closed as you took a breath and gathered yourself. Screaming at her would get you nowhere, you knew that much.

“I just don’t know what to do. Like..” you shook your head at your spinning mind, “like nothing feels right, you know? Nothing I say or do will make this right. I should’ve tried harder to reach him. I should’ve never even slept with him.” You chucked your phone with the last sentence, letting your anger get the best of you. You needed to throw something, you needed to be angry. Your phone clashed into your dresser with a loud thud and you groaned at the sound as if it hurt your ears. “I should’ve never slept with him.”

It was silent for a minute while Shayla let you have your moment of anger before walking over cautiously and picking up your phone that was now cracked. She looked at all the notifications, texts and missed calls and scrolled through them. You heard a gasp from her and looked up, seeing her hand over her mouth as she stood wide-eyed at your phone screen.

“God, what now? Another pissed of text? I’ve read them all.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes, letting yourself lay back in your bed as you rubbed your temples waiting for her reply that came quickly.

“Sarah Paulson.” Was all she said. You furrowed your eyebrows and shrugged.

“What about her? Did she post about me?” You scoffed at the thought but didn’t bother looking back to Shayla instead letting your head lay back down on your white comforter.

“No. No not at all!” The excitement in Shay’s voice made you curious, but still remained in your spot. “No y/n here! You have to read this! Seriously. She messaged you!”

“What did she say?” You couldn’t lie, you were worried that it was going to be a nasty message. You weren’t dumb, you knew she and Evan were friends. Why wouldn’t she defend her friend.

“Hereeee! Read it” she shoved the phone to you and stood in front of you at your bedside. You grabbed the phone and groaned, letting your eyes find the beginning and read over each word carefully, and it was honestly a weight that lifted off your chest. You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh, thank you God” you closed your eyes in relief, hugging your cracked phone to your chest and letting your breathing even itself out. She wants to talk, she wants to meet up. “Wait,” you shot up and looked at Shayla, “what if she just being nice? What if she is helping Evan find a way to take my baby? They can’t do that right?”

“I… I don’t know. Look just, you just have to do it okay? I don’t know Evan but I would hope he’s not that kind of guy. You have to walk in there believing that. But you have to take her up on the help. I think it’s the only.” She nodded, rubbing your arm reassuringly. Your heart was pounding so hard and so fast, terrified at the thoughts that returned. You also hoped Evan wasn’t like that but how could you be sure? You had to be guarded, but you knew Shayla was right. With one last glance at Shayla, you pressed the number she sent in the message and your phone began ringing and you waited nervously for the woman to pick up.

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threadandlace · 1 year ago

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She Sings the Songs, the Words She Knows- Seamstress for the Band series, part three (15.0k)- REPOST

Masterlist- to start from the beginning

You awoke to Danny lightly tapping on your shoulder. You sat up quickly and glanced around the bus. You’d fallen asleep on a bench this time and you silently thanked yourself for not sleeping in an upright position again. Jake and Josh were seated next to each other on the bench across from you, blinking as they woke up. Sam was sitting on a barstool at the table, exhaustion etched on his face.

You peered up at Danny. He smiled before he continued, “sorry to wake you, but we are here. We wanted to see if you wanted to go grab some breakfast with us.” You stood up and walked over to the closet, surveying your progress from the night. You double-checked your notebook, realizing you really had gotten everything done. You turned to face the group, “I’d love to, but I don’t want to intrude.” Josh, suddenly much more awake, jumped up and reached out for your arm. “We wouldn’t ask you if we didn’t want you there,” he said, giving you a genuine smile. Something about him made you feel fizzy inside, like drinking a cold Sprite on a warm Summer day. You nodded and grabbed your phone before following everyone off the bus.

You stopped to check in on Albert, but he had already made his way into the hotel. You checked the time on your phone as you stepped off of the bus. “Shit, it’s only 7 am?” you said aloud. Jake laughed, “yeah, what time did you think it’d be?” he asked. You shook your head, “no idea. I know it was supposed to be a 4 hour drive though.” Danny nodded, “yeah, Albert said we hit some weird traffic with some construction.” You nodded as you all followed Sam, who was walking with a purpose towards the street.

“Does he know where he’s going?” Josh asked Danny, gesturing at Sam. Danny shrugged, “I hope so. If not, we may have another Savannah situation.” The group laughed and you watched them collect themselves as Jake filled you in. “We finished this album in Savannah, Georgia and Sam was dead set on not using phones to find anything in the city. We just used this old map he’d gotten from some guy off the street,” Jake chuckled before continuing. “We ended up in the weirdest places. We wanted to go to this bar and we ended up in a cemetery and some guy on a bench chased us out. It was wild.” You giggled at the thought of them stumbling through an old city, Sam using a map to guide them. Sam had turned around to talk to the group, nearly stumbling as he attempted to walk backwards. “Look, it’s about the journey, not the destination. Although right now, I need a stack of pancakes. Which is why,” he said, gesturing to his phone, “I’m using Google maps.”

Sam proved to be directionally inclined that morning and you ended up at a small cafe. Everyone took turns walking up to the counter to order coffees and breakfast. You chose a breakfast sandwich and a latte and grabbed the number from the counter as Danny paid using the company card. You walked over to where Jake had found a table and took a seat at the far side, sliding the number into the holder at the end of the table.

Jake sat down next to you and pulled out his phone, deep in thought as he scrolled. Danny sat on your other side, fidgeting with the scratches etched into the table. Josh made a noise from across the cafe and you looked up to see him standing in the little gift shop area, throwing a stuffed animal at Sam and making a goofy face as Sam returned his energy. You chuckled and turned to Danny who had spoken up.

“What do the people say, dear Jake. Hit us with the news.” You turned to look at Jake, who had both of his eyebrows raised as he looked over his phone at the two of you. “Y/n, I don’t think you’re ready for the chaos that is the peaceful army,” he said before laying his phone on the table and sliding it towards you and Danny. You both leaned over to look at the screen. Jake had a tweet pulled up that had a picture of you and Danny. You recognized it as being from last night when leaving the arena since Danny had the shoe box and you had Jake’s suit slung over your arm. You had gotten caught looking at each other, both of you laughing. The tweet read “who tf is this?! ARE THEY DATING?” You felt the color drain from your face as Danny sat back in his chair and chuckled.

Josh and Sam headed back to your table, handing out the coffees they’d picked up from the counter on their way. “What’s up?” Sam said, reaching for Jake’s phone and reading the screen before passing the phone to Josh. Josh read the tweet and looked at you over the screen. He noticed your discomfort and sat quickly, taking your hands in his. He gently rubbed his thumbs over the backs of your hands, “ignore them. They’ll find something else to spiral over soon enough.”

“Could be worse,” Sam said as he sat next to Josh. “Could’ve caught you guys making out or something.” Your eyes snapped up at Sam. Sam was laughing, although the tenseness in the air spoke to the discomfort within the group. “Sam…” Danny started and Sam threw his hands up, “what? We are sharing a bus with a hot girl. I doubt anybody knows she’s our designer. They’re gonna assume the craziest shit, it’s what they do.” You raised your eyebrows at him and sat back, slipping your hands out of Josh’s. “Oh, so you think I’m hot?” you asked, giving him a glance. Jake snorted and Sam turned about six shades of red. A waitress luckily emerged from the kitchen with the food, a welcome distraction.

You all enjoyed your food and moved on from the uncomfortable fan-created and Sam-inflamed situation. Jake continued to show the group various things posted from the previous night. He sure to highlight the positive comments about the new wardrobe, which you were sure was for your sake. You truly enjoyed the group's company as you ate- there was something about these four men that was well established, yet also so inviting. They’d known each other for ages, yet you felt welcomed and comfortable fitting in with them.

Your attention shifted towards a group of girls giggling and talking in hushed tones in the corner of the cafe. “Ten bucks they’re Jake lane,” Sam whispered. You gave him a puzzled look. Danny leaned in to whisper to you. “Lane is the fan term for like, favorite I guess? We like to take bets about whose fans are whose. Jake’s are typically either smoking hot rock-type girls or teenage girls, no in-between.” You laughed to yourself as you turned to Danny. “What about you?” He glanced up at you over his mug as he took a sip of his coffee. “Your fans?” you asked, specifying. Josh cut in “they’re usually crazy. And almost always blonde.” Danny cut him a look. “They’re always great,” he said, giving you a nudge before continuing “Josh gets the hippies. And the older guys. Sam has a lot of people our age. Jake also gets the moms.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with them as the group of girls approached the table slowly, as if one quick move and the band would go up in smoke. “Could we bother you guys for a picture?” a sweet looking strawberry blonde girl asked, batting her eyelashes. The group agreed and they all stood to allow the girls to position themselves. “Whose phone would you like to use?” you asked, making yourself useful. Another girl with long red hair reached forward to hand you her phone, thanking you as she handed it over. You moved back to ensure everyone was in the shot before taking multiple pictures, getting different angles. The guys talked to the girls for a moment, the group clearly flocking to Jake. Sam sat back down and continued to eat, obviously used to the hustle and bustle of fan interactions. The group of girls eventually headed to the counter to order their food, thanking everyone multiple times. You watched them walk to the other side of the cafe, one girl starting to cry. You turned to the group. “So, I guess your theory still stands.” The guys chuckled as you all finished your breakfast.

The walk back to the bus went quickly. Emily had left your room keys on the table in the bus, one for Sam and Danny, another for Jake and Josh and one for you. Danny explained “we double bunk during the days. Saves some money.” You laughed, “I doubt you guys need to save money.” Jake shrugged, “you have a point. I guess it’s more of a tradition.” The group trickled out, heading to their rooms to get some rest. Danny was the last one and took a seat at the table. “Are you going to get some rest or do you have more work?” he asked. You consulted your notebook and grinned. “I actually am ahead of schedule so I can go get some rest. I need to grab my bag though first,” you replied. “I’ll wait for you,” Danny said, reaching to collect his own bag from the corner of the bus. You quickly threw your toiletries, a pair of pajamas and a clean outfit into a duffle bag and walked back up to Danny. He gestured to let you walk off first.

You both walked off of the bus and were greeted by a group gathered in the parking lot. You turned to lock the bus up as Danny walked over to greet the group. You took his duffel bag from him and slung it over your shoulder as you watched him move through the group, taking a moment with each person. He was really personable, making sure to have a connection with each fan. Once he had worked his way through the group of 15-20 people, he waved to the group and walked over to join you by the entrance to the hotel. Hotel security had appeared and held the crowd back as you and Danny walked inside.

You and Danny checked your keys and realized your rooms were on the same hall. You got into the elevator and Danny pressed the button for the 8th floor, holding the ‘close door’ button. The doors closed and you felt yourself relax. You heard Danny exhale softly and you turned to look at him. “Does it ever get less…” you started, gesturing as you searched for the right words. “Anxiety-inducing?” he said, finishing your thought. “Yes!” you said, nodding your head. “You’ll get more used to it,” he said, holding the doors open for you to exit first.

You both walked down the hall, looking for your rooms. You jumped when a door swung open, Josh jumping out of one of the rooms and grabbing you and Danny by the arms, pulling you in behind him. “You guys have to see this, you made it up just in time,” Josh said, letting go of Danny but gently tugging you behind him to the window. Jake stood shirtless, arm up against the wall as he stood just out of sight of the window, watching the commotion below. Josh sank down on the floor to peek out the window over the ledge. You laughed at the sight but bent down too, straining to see what he was looking at. Danny mirrored Jake’s position on the other side of the window. You all watched as a huge group of people had gathered in the parking lot, milling about.

“Is that all for you guys?” you asked. Jake nodded before walking over and flopping onto one of the beds. “They’re dedicated, I’ll give them that,” Jake said as he adjusted the pillows behind him. You turned to reply to him but the words had left your mouth. He looked so good laid out on the hotel bed with no shirt, shoes kicked off and his linen pants hanging off his hips in the most gorgeous way. You swallowed before replying “you got that right.” You turned your attention back to the window as Josh shifted next to you, pointing out specific people. You watched Josh talk, his animated gestures and the loving way he talked about each person warming your heart. “I bet they are all a group,” Josh said, pointing to a group of people all wearing matching sunglasses. “I think you may be right Josh, although the sunglasses might be a giveaway. We will make a sleuth out of you yet” you replied, nudging him lightly. He laughed along with you as he continued to shift to see the whole crowd.

Danny had walked back towards the door. “As fun as this is, I need some sleep. In a real bed.” You hopped up and grabbed your bag. “I agree. I feel if I don’t find my room now, they’ll find a way up here and we’ll be in trouble,” you added. “Luckily, I don’t think they’ve caught on to you yet. You still have anonymity on your side,” Jake said with a smirk. You laughed and nodded, “I guess I’m just lucky like that.” You and Danny waved to the twins and headed back into the hall.

Danny found his room, which was across from yours. He gave you a nod before sliding his key into the lock and walking into the room. You heard Sam say something excitedly as Danny closed the door and you chuckled- you could only imagine what he was going on about. You headed into your own room and threw your bag on the bed before collapsing next to it.

You laid there for a few minutes before pulling your phone out and updating Jen on your status, sending her a few pictures of the changes you’d made to the outfits. You hopped up and pulled your toiletries and pajamas from your bag, kicking off your shoes before heading into the bathroom.

It felt so good to shower- the warm water washed away all of the grime and dirt from the past two days. You took a longer shower than usual, letting the water relax your body. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until you had stepped out of the shower. You finally had a moment to do a check in with yourself and stared at yourself in the mirror as you did your skincare. The dark circles under your eyes were darker than they’d been yesterday, but were less noticeable than you’d thought they’d be. You rubbed your hands, your fingertips slightly sore from hand-sewing so much the night before. You ran a comb through your hair before rubbing lotion over your body. You inhaled the scent- it was comforting and smelled like home. You slid on your pajamas before you brushed your teeth, relieved to rid yourself of the stale coffee taste that had taken over. You flipped off the lights before heading back into the room, pulling out a charger and plugging your phone into the outlet by the bed before pulling back the fluffy duvet and rolling into the plush bed.

You checked your phone and saw texts from unknown numbers.

Unknown 1: Hey, this is Jake. Danny gave me your number, just in case.

Unknown 2: Hey! Josh here! Can you see the group from your room? There’s a guy with a flamingo hat on! He looks hilarious! Do you see him?

You laughed at the stark difference between the two texts. You saved their numbers in your phone before rising from your bed and walking over to your window. You could, in fact, see the man wearing the flamingo hat. You snapped a picture and sent it to Josh. You had gotten back into bed when your phone buzzed.

Josh: isn’t that great! Jake is making me go to sleep. See you tonight!

You didn’t reply, but opened the texts you’d received from Jen. She’d sent you a screenshot of the tweet about you and Danny that Jake had shown you earlier. You rolled your eyes as you read her comments.

Jen: THE DRUMMER? IF YOU FUCKED HIM AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IMMA BE PISSED TO HELL AND BACK! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND EXPLAIN!

You laughed and shot her a reply

Jen, PLEASE. His name is Danny, and no, nothing happened? We have been on the road for TWO days. I think. Do not buy into the fan speculation, please and thank you. Go get some work done or something, I’m going to sleep.

You shot Emily a text asking when you needed to be back on the bus. She replied instantly and let you know the group needed to be en route to the venue at 4:00 pm. You set your alarm for 2:00 pm and switched off the light, chuckling to yourself as you rolled over, letting sleep take you over.

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You were beginning to hate the sound of your alarm. You rolled over and grabbed for your phone, sending it clattering to the floor. You cursed as you threw the covers back and rolled out of the bed, grabbing the phone and finally silencing the alarm. You sat for a moment before stretching your arms and letting your back crack back into place. You felt decently rested, but you still rolled back into the bed to check your phone. Jen had sent you a witty retort and pictures of her latest project, which you responded to. You scrolled through social media for a few minutes, your feed full of your interests lulling you into a sense of comfort. Your phone buzzed, breaking you from the monotony of the scrolling.

Josh: We are getting room service! What would you like?

You thought for a minute before replying.

Do they have chicken tenders and fries?

Josh responded instantly.

Josh: They do! That’s what you want?

You confirmed and rolled over to return to your scrolling. Twenty minutes went by before you heard a knock on your door. You looked out the peephole to see Josh standing there, covered plate in hand. You quickly slid the locks open and pulled open the door. He walked in past you and handed you the plate. “Come on in,” you said with a giggle, going to sit down at the table in the corner. “Oh, sorry,” he said, turning to face you, “I needed a reason to get out of that room.” You took a bite of your food, chewing slowly before swallowing and following up on his statement, “you okay?”

Josh sat in the chair across from you, slumping back in the seat. “Sam and Jake are already arguing over the setlist. I had to get out of there before it got physical. It’s always the stupidest shit,” he said, exhaling loudly. You sat back, taking in everything he’d said. “That must be frustrating. It must be hard to be as close as you are when it comes to arguments. The brotherly instincts and dynamics come into play.” He nodded, his mind clearly elsewhere. “Well,” you continued, “you’re welcome to hang out in here. I was about to see what kind of movies this place gets. Maybe do some sketching.” Josh turned to face you. “You like movies?” he asked. You nodded and took another bite of your food. “Josh, who doesn’t like movies?” He nodded and shrugged you off, hopping up to grab the remote.

You watched as he flipped through the channels, watching the first few seconds of whatever was on intently before continuing on. He finally settled on Grease and took a seat on the edge of your bed as he watched. You shifted your position so you could better see the screen. “Great choice,” you said, giving him a smile. “Did you know they did a re-release in 1998? For the 20th anniversary?” Josh said quietly, his eyes never leaving the screen. You shook your head, “no, I didn’t know that. Were you even alive then?” you asked, wanting to be funny although you were also genuinely curious. He nodded. “Yeah, Jake and I were born in ‘96,” he said quietly, his eyes still glued to the screen. You nodded, watching him as he watched, taking in each frame and seeming to break it down in his head as it happened.

You partially watched the movie as you finished eating, watching Josh nearly as much. You had a lot of questions you wanted to ask him, but refrained. He would insert bits of trivia here and there, but was mostly captivated by the movie. You hadn’t seen him this still before.

You both jumped when you heard a knock on your door. You looked out and saw Danny and opened the door to let him in. He saw Josh sitting on the bed and paused, one foot in the door. “Am I interrupting anything?” he asked, glancing over at you. You laughed and nudged him the rest of the way into the room before closing the door. “Only if you count watching Grease as something,” you said.

Danny sat down next to Josh and nudged him. “I’m going to need you to go figure out the situation with Jake and Sam,” he said as he held his hands up. “I tried. Honestly, I really did. Sam has a stick up his ass lately and I need you to talk some sense into Jake. Use the twin bargaining chip.” Josh turned to look at Danny. “What’s the issue?” he asked. Danny sighed. “Sam wants to open with Built By Nations for nostalgia or whatever and Jake is refusing to play it. It’s a bit of a mess.” Josh rolled his eyes before standing up, leaning back to stretch his back. He shot you and Danny an annoyed glance before heading out of the room without another word.

“Is it really that bad?” you asked, sitting down at the table and taking a sip of your water. Danny nodded. “I thought there weren’t many fights?” you asked. He shrugged, “there are occasionally spats. You’ve probably seen them. But occasionally someone, usually Sam, gets stuck in their way and the Kiszka stubbornness comes into play. Josh will probably go drop a hammer on them, give them a different opener and it’ll be over and done with.” Danny sat back, “so, Grease, huh?” You nodded. “Josh’s pick, not mine.” He nodded slowly. “You know he studied film, right?” You looked at him, confused. “Who,” you asked, “Josh?” Danny nodded and you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have guessed. Did you go to college?” you asked, genuinely curious. Danny shook his head, “no I was basically recruited to touring full time when I graduated from high school. This has been it ever since.”

You and Danny chatted for a while, both of you reminiscing on your earlier lives. You heard another knock on the door and you went to check. You were a little confused about who you saw on the other side- it was Sam.

You opened the door and Sam rushed in, shoving Danny. “What the fuck man, you got Josh to come gang up on me? The fuck is that about?” he yelled. Danny grabbed Sam’s arms as he went to swing on him. “Hey, Sam, what the hell is going-” you started as you walked over to stand beside them, your sentence coming to an abrupt end as were hit by what felt like a baseball bat to the side of the face. Your knees buckled and you stumbled back, your hand clutching your face. You looked up to see both men staring at you in horror. Danny was the first to be by your side, positioning himself in front of you. You heard raised voices although you couldn’t understand what was being said. You ripped your hand away from your face and saw it was covered in blood. You were panicked as you felt a set of hands pulling you up by your shoulders, another set supporting your waist. That was all you remembered before you passed out.

You woke up on the freezing cold floor of the hotel bathroom. You pushed yourself up off the tile and into a seated position. The first thing you were aware of was how sticky you were. You glanced down at your side and saw your clothes and arm caked in dried blood. You turned to face the group, which was kneeling next to you. Danny and Jake were on one side of you, Josh on the other. Sam stood propped against the bathroom counter, chewing on his thumbnail. Jake gently took your head in his hands, rotating it to get a better look. “She’s going to need stitches,” he said, turning to look at Josh who nodded slowly. “What happened,” you managed to croak out. “Well, Sam here was being a dumbass and yanked his hand out of Danny’s grasp and socked you. In the face and eye. With his phone in his hand,” Josh said with a grimace.

You pulled yourself up to look in the mirror, Jake and Danny helping to support you. You examined your face. You had a small gash under your left eye, which was starting to bruise. The wound had stopped bleeding and some slight swelling had taken over. You pushed your hair out of your face. “The way you guys are talking and acting, you’d think I had half of my cheek hanging off,” you said.

Sam turned to face you, guilt clearly eating away at him. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to swing my arm back and definitely not with my phone like that,” Sam started, talking quickly. You reached out and squeezed his arm. “Sam, relax. It was an accident. Although you could apologize for being all pissed off in the first place.” Danny shot him a look and he turned defensive. “You know, if you guys let me have input every once in a while, I wouldn’t get so fucking pissed off,” he shot at the twins. “This is a conversation for later,” Josh spat.

Jake nodded before pulling out his phone. “I fear we need to call Emily. We are supposed to leave in fifteen minutes but we have to get you to a hospital,” Jake said, giving you a nervous glance. You shook your head a little too hard and saw stars, reaching out to grab onto the counter for balance. “I’ll take an uber, I promise I’m fine.” Josh shook his head and pointed to Jake, “call her.”

Jake pressed on her contact and dialed, putting the phone on speaker. “Yes, Jake?” Emily said, sounding flustered. “Hey Emily, where are you?” he asked, glazing at Josh as he spoke. “I”m in my room. What’s wrong?” she said, instantly knowing something wasn’t right. “Can you please come down to 852?” Jake replied and Emily agreed, hanging up the phone.

A moment later, Emily pushed through the door to your room, which was still slightly open. “What’s the issue…” she said as she rounded the corner and peered into the bathroom. Her eyes widened when she saw you, her face lightening considerably. She covered her eyes and turned her head away before speaking. “What, and I mean this seriously, the FUCK happened?” Emily shouted. You all jumped at the increase in tone.

Emily didn’t wait for a response, pulling out her phone instead and dialing a number. “I’m going to need a paramedic please, discreetly.” She paused, turning to face you but still shielding her face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” she asked. “I don’t think so,” you replied. Danny interjected “yes, she needs to get her head checked. She not only got smacked in the head with a phone, she hit her head pretty hard when she passed out.” Emily groaned and continued her conversation into the phone. “Yes, we will need to take her to the hospital. Yes, I said she. The fucking wardrobe girl you idiot. No, not one of the boys. I think they’re fine,” she said, turning to glance at Sam who was closest to the door. He nodded. “Yeah, just her. No, send someone now. We are taking all the precautions, Tim, she is vital to this production. Hurry the fuck up,” she snapped before ending the call.

“Okay, someone will be here to get you honey. The rest of you need to go get ready,” Emily said. “Are you okay, Emily?” Jake asked, stepping forward to touch her arm. She jumped, but relaxed when she realized it was him. She was still turned away from you, not daring to look. “Yes, blood just freaks me out. And there is… a lot of that,” she replied. “Can you put a towel or something over your face and come sit on the bed? I’ll wait with you,” Emily said, her caring nature prevailing over her fear. You went to grab a towel and did as she asked, moving slowly to go sit on the bed. Danny and Josh stayed on either side of you, helping you move before helping you sit down gently.

“So whose neck do I have to wring for this?” Emily asked, now able to look at the whole group. Everyone’s eyes shot towards Sam and his face fell. Emily nodded, “not surprised.” The group sat in silence before two paramedics arrived with a wheelchair. They did an assessment and agreed that you needed to go to the hospital to get checked out. You transferred to the wheel chair and were headed out of the room before Josh reached out for you. “What’s your favorite opener?” he asked quickly. “I have no idea, I honestly don’t know your music as well as I should. Whatever you guys did for the first show was perfect though” you replied. He nodded and the paramedics continued on their way.

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You always seemed to forget how much you hated hospitals until you were in them. The harsh lighting, the antiseptic smell and the blur of constant activity were enough to make you mental. Add on the raging headache you had and you were ready to make a dash for the door. It took a little over an hour to get checked out and you were thankful that everything seemed to move quickly. They’d tested you for a concussion, which you definitely had, and had glued the cut on your face closed. The doctor worried about the use of stitches for “aesthetic” reasons. You’d laughed when he said that before you realized what that meant- you’d probably have a scar on your face for the rest of your life. All because Sam Kiszka couldn’t control his emotions.

You’d been able to get an uber to the stadium and were able to make it as the opening band was starting their set. The group lit up when they saw you, Josh rushing to pull you in for a hug. You pushed him off and gestured to your shirt, which still had some blood caked on it. You checked his jumpsuit, making sure there wasn’t any on him before giving him a smile. “You’re okay then?” Danny asked, stepping forward to put a protective arm around your clean shoulder. You nodded. “Do you have a concussion? Did they check you over really well?” Jake said, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. You nodded and the group groaned. “Well, definitely do not come anywhere near the stage. In fact, you should probably go out to the bus and rest. Be in the dark and the quiet,” Jake said. “No, it’s okay. They want me to stay up for a few hours to make sure I don’t have any more issues, and I have some work to do anyways,” you replied as you moved to inspect the shoes Jake held in his hands. “Where are your socks?” you asked, panicked. He turned around and grabbed a pair of socks from a table. “Right here. You do not need to be worrying about us right now though,” he replied, leading you to the couch.

You complied and sat. “I think you guys are forgetting that this is my job. Shit, I don’t have my bag,” you said as you turned, frantically searching for it although you knew it was likely still in the bus. “I’ll have someone grab it for you,” Danny said, heading into the hallway to find someone to help. You relaxed for a moment and looked everyone over. “Alright, let’s do a rundown. Everyone look and feel okay?” you asked. You went one by one, checking every detail with your eyes and asking questions. When it got to Sam, he avoided your eyes as he answered you and moved to let you check the fit of everything. A stagehand brought in your bag and you thanked them before opening it and pulling out your latest project- applying beading to one of Jake’s suit jackets. They watched you as you worked, pulling out your supplies and balancing them on your lap. You were interrupted by Emily flying into the room, not even noticing you as she hurriedly ushered the band towards the stage. She noticed you at the last minute. “Welcome back! I’ll be back to check on you and get a status update in a second,” she said over her shoulder as the group left.

You continued to work on your project, your head still pounding. Emily walked back in and handed you a bottle of water. “How are you?” she asked, sitting on the coffee table and facing you. “I’m okay! Concussed, but okay. I probably won’t be able to get close to the stage for a few days and need to rest, but I consider anything sitting as rest,” you said gesturing to your project. “Okay, well… if you need to bring in someone to help you until you feel better, we can cover that. Just let me know,” Emily said, resting a hand on yours. She stood up, looking towards the monitor hanging on the wall as the group went on stage. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said. She looked at your clothes. “I”m going to get you another shirt. Hold tight,” she said before walking quickly out of the room. You watched the group start the show, using the same opener as last night. Probably for the best you thought to yourself.

You caught yourself singing along to the song as Josh’s voice rang out. I guess I know the words better than I had guessed.. Emily came back into the room holding out a t-shirt. You took it from her, opening it up. You laughed when you saw that it was from the merch table. “Why don’t you go shower too?” Emily said, taking the beading project from you and setting it on the table. You nodded and stood. “I’d suggest using Josh’s shower and stuff, he has the best products” Emily said, gesturing towards the hall. You nodded and took off down the hall.

You showered quickly but thoroughly, making sure to get all of the dried blood off of your body. You cleaned up everything and wiped the surfaces before throwing your towel into the laundry basket. You felt weird using someone else’s products, but knew Josh wouldn’t care. You thought for a moment. He probably would prefer you use his stuff and be comfortable. You finished cleaning up any traces of you using his bathroom before snapping the light off and heading back down to the open area you’d been working in.

Your wet hair slightly dampened your new shirt as you returned to your project, sitting cross-legged on the floor with the beading laid out on the coffee table. Someone, who you assumed to be Emily, had left a turkey sandwich and a bag of chips at your workstation. You ate as you worked, being careful not to get crumbs on the jacket. You watched the performance intermittently, finding yourself humming along to different parts of the songs.

Time seemed to fly by as you remained bent over your project, painstakingly threading each bead onto the needle and string before sewing it on in a pattern. It was the outfit that would be worn by Jake in Pennsylvania , the next stop on the tour.

The group came backstage all at once, filling the area with noise and chaos. You grimaced at the loudness, Danny taking notice and gesturing for the band to turn down the volume on their celebrations. Josh was still wired from the performance, the exhaustion not yet set in. He crossed the room and bent down to examine your work, watching you for a moment.

“How’d it go? You guys sounded great!” you said, gesturing to the monitor on the wall. Jake beamed at you, “it went fantastic.” “Truly electrifying,” Josh added, leaning closer to you. “You smell familiar,” he said, giving you a puzzled look. You looked up at him, your face flushing. “I uh… borrowed your stuff. Emily said it’d be okay and I cleaned everything up. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked but I didn’t think…” you rambled. He gave you a soft smile. “Hey, I don’t care. I’m glad you got all that blood off of you.” He stood up, lightly touching your shoulder. “Besides, better you use my stuff than whatever weird organic beeswax shit Sam uses or Jake’s Old Spice,” he said, poking fun at his brothers. Danny laughed but the other two shot him irritated glances. “I do NOT use Old Spice, Josh. I haven’t since high school. You, of all people, should know that,” Jake shot back as he turned to head down the hallway. He turned back to point at your new shirt. “Nice shirt,” he said, giving you a smirk. Sam had walked off before him, not bothering to respond to Josh’s dig. Josh gave you another pat before following behind them.

Danny came over to your side and bent down to your level. “Did you get something to eat?” he asked, his eyes scanning over you as he searched for any signs of discomfort. “Yes, I”m fine. I should be asking you that question,” you replied. He shook his head. “No, I can take care of myself. You’re the one who shouldn’t even be here. You should be relaxing in a dark and quiet bunk.” He straightened. “You sure you don’t need anything before I go shower? Emily said that we need to get on the road sooner rather than later. It’s only a three-ish hour drive so we will hopefully be able to sleep in a real bed tonight,” Danny said. You shook your head and he nodded before heading down the hall. You watched him go, his curls bouncing slightly as he walked.

Emily dragged you back onto the bus, despite your pleading. “I will get their outfits and bring them to you. You do not need to be handling stuff right now, and I want you on the bus before the commotion starts,” she lectured as you walked out the back door. Fans had already started lining up along the gates of the venue parking lot, clear looks of disappointment on their faces when they saw you and Emily and not the group of good-looking men. You got yourself settled on the bus and switched your focus on prepping for the cleaning and additional elements you’d be adding to each of the garments.

The bus was quiet, but there was still a flurry of activity as assistants and Emily worked to bring things back onto the bus. She brought in a few boxes of pizza and gestured to you as she threw a stack of plates and napkins onto the table. “Josh’s request. Hope you’re feeling pizza… again,” she said dryly before shaking her head and heading back into the venue.

The thought of eating made you suddenly nauseous. You dug in your bag for the prescription the doctor at the emergency room had given you. You popped one of the anti-nausea pills and took a few sips of water, steadying yourself. You turned your attention to cleaning the shoes a roadie had brought in, letting yourself fall into the comfort and monotony of the process.

You had finished both pairs of shoes before you heard the crowd outside start to get loud, the energy instantly shifting. You peered out the window of the bus and saw the group headed towards the bus, waving to the group as they walked. Tonight, they didn’t stop to talk to the group or take pictures. Hmmm, that’s odd. You turned back to showing the assistant carrying the clothes where to put them, giving everything a glance over as he set them on the rack.

The group climbed onto the bus and moved into their spots for the journey. Sam sat as far away from you as possible, his head bent over as he did something on his phone. Danny sat next to him, his eyes glazed over, clearly in deep thought. Josh slid down the bench to sit closest to where you sat at the table. Jake sat next to him, leaning back and sighing, his eyes closing as soon as his back made contact with the bench. Albert glanced back at you and Josh gave him the thumbs up. Moments later, you all were on your way.

Sam was the first one up once the bus merged onto the highway, keeping his head down as he grabbed a piece of pizza. He sat back down and started to eat it, not bothering to grab a plate. Danny gave him a look and Sam raised his hands. “What? It’s not even going to have time to rest on a plate,” Sam said defensively.

You turned to the group. “Why didn’t you guys stop tonight? To talk to the fans?” you asked. Jake sighed before answering. “We needed to get on the road. Emily stressed that and we listened.” You nodded but didn’t believe his answer- they hadn’t listened to Emily before, so why now? Danny was the next one up and started to pass out the pizza. You shook your head when he asked you and he gave you a worried glance. “I’m just a little nauseous. It’s normal,” you replied, giving him a tight smile.

Jake seemed to be the most exhausted member tonight, eating his pizza with his eyes closed. “You okay there Jake?” you asked and he hummed in response. “He went a little too hard tonight,” Josh replied, giving his twin an annoyed glance. “I did not,” Jake shot back. Josh turned to whisper to you. “He thought this girl on barricade was cute, so he put on a bit more of a show than usual,” he said, giving you a wink. “Oh yeah? Which girl then?” Jake asked as he sat up, turning to face his brother. “The one with the dark hair and the glasses. The pink glow-in-the-dark sunglasses,” Josh said plainly, as if it was a common fact. Jake gave him a shocked look and Sam laughed. “I could’ve told you that too, and I’m not even a twin,” Sam said between bites. “Well, is he right?” you asked Jake. He nodded before leaning back and returning his attention to his pizza.

Danny was focused on his phone, scrolling intently. “Find her yet?” Josh asked. You gave him a puzzled look. Josh swallowed before turning to you. “Danny is able to find just about anybody through social media. As soon as concert pictures get posted, he can find someone,” Josh said with a chuckle. You looked at Danny, who was nodding. “You’re just as bad as your fans,” you said with a laugh. Danny nodded again and flashed you a smirk.

The bus was silent for a few minutes as you worked and the group finished their food. Josh had pulled out his journal and was drawing something while Jake dozed off next to him. Danny was still entranced in his phone, Sam watching over his shoulder.

“What are you working on, Josh?” you asked quietly so as not to disturb Jake. He finished whatever he had been working on before turning to show you the page. It was a rough sketch of what you assumed to be the front row of a crowd. He pointed out and explained specific details of the drawing- the girl with the pink sunglasses, the man wearing a cowboy hat, the group hanging onto each other for dear life. “I do one after every show,” he said before flipping to show you another picture, this one complete. You noticed what appeared to be different flashes of light coming from different angles from further back in the page. You motioned, “what’s that?” He pointed, “this is just, I don’t know, like energies I pick up? From the faces I can’t specifically see?” He paused before closing the book, “it’s kind of weird, I know.” Sam interjected “he gets the hippy fans for a reason- I swear Josh was born on ‘shrooms. His brain works on some strange wavelengths.” Josh gave him an annoyed glance and Danny nudged him absentmindedly.

You pulled your own personal sketchbook down from a shelf and flipped through it, looking for a specific work you’d done a few months earlier. You found it and creased the page, taking it in before leaning to show Josh. You presented him with a portrait you’d done of Jen. Interwoven over the pencil drawing was various streaks of color. He studied it for a moment before looking up at you. “Energies,” you said, meeting his eyes with yours. He looked at you with a sense of wonder and you felt the same way- it was like your brains had met on the same wavelength for a moment.

It was Sam that broke the moment. “So you both have weird artsy brains I guess, big whoop. Josh, you finally found someone as strange as you” he teased, his tone a little too harsh. Josh turned to face him, but it was Jake that spoke. “Sam, can you just shut the fuck up for once today?” Jake mumbled. Sam turned to stare at Jake, his eyes piercing. “I don’t know Jacob. It seems like I have a lot to say lately and you really don’t like it, do you?” Sam spat.

Danny slowly lowered his phone, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder which was quickly shrugged off. “Why don’t you go take a minute and chill out man,” Josh said, gesturing towards the back of the bus as he turned his attention back to his journal. Sam jumped up and walked over to Josh, leaning over and pushing into Josh’s chest. “You think if I go jerk off I’ll be all chill? I don’t fucking work like that Josh, I’m not like this dumbass,” he said, pointing to Jake.

Jake threw his hands up, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” he said, eyes still hooded as he was fighting off sleep. Danny stood up suddenly, walking over to level in front of Sam. “Let’s not have this kind of conversation here, please?” he said gently. Sam turned to look at you, his eyes boring straight into yours. “What? I don’t give a fuck what she hears,” he spat as he gestured towards you. You had sat back and watched the drama unfold, your eyes wide and mouth shut. Danny started to pull on Sam, ushering him towards the back of the bus. “Come on, I don’t want to have to physically overrule you again today,” Danny said softly, almost pleading. Sam huffed and yanked his body away before complying, walking quickly to the back of the bus with Danny following.

You waited a moment before turning towards Josh. He gave you an empathetic look before returning to his drawing. He spoke softly as he worked. “Sorry about him. He’s really just so off today. I think he feels really bad about accidentally gashing your face.” He looked up and gestured towards your cheek and eye, which you were sure was now covered with a nice bruise. “I really am sorry,” Josh said quietly. You leaned forward to squeeze his arm. “It’s fine, Josh. This was completely an accident. No hard feelings, even though it’s not your apology to give. And his demeanor?” you said, pausing. “I’ll chalk it up to stress and anxiety.” Josh gave you a smile and you both returned to your projects as Jake snored lightly in the background, clearly unphased by the encounter.

You were able to finish the beading on Jake’s next jacket and make the quick adjustments to their clothes for tomorrow, cleaning as you went. Danny and Josh had more bedazzled elements added, Jake had a new symbol added on the back of his jacket (luckily pre-cut and sewn together so all you had to do was sew it onto the jacket) and Sam had lace added to his wing. You had just finished when the bus pulled off of the interstate. You were excited to get some good sleep and forget the hellish day.

Emily had placed your luggage at the front of the bus for you, so you luckily had no need to go to the back of the bus. Emily placed the key cards on the main table before quickly telling everyone good night and giving everyone a 3:00 pm call time. Danny and Sam were still in the back of the bus when you grabbed a piece of pizza, your key and went to grab your luggage. Jake and Josh stopped you, Jake grabbing your suitcase along with the one he shared with Josh. Josh slung your backpack over his shoulder before walking down the alleyway. Albert beamed when he saw you. “You look good! Tough!” he said, motioning to your eye. You gave his arm a squeeze before telling him good night.

Josh offered you his hand as you made your way down the steps. You turned to help Jake with the bags, but he waved you off. You all checked your cards as you walked and realized you were all on the 5th floor. You rode the elevator up in silence, exhaustion clearly setting in.

Both boys walked you to your room and brought your stuff inside. Josh walked over and opened the closet, peering in quickly. He walked over to the bed and pushed his foot under it, tapping it against the kickplate. You watched him, confused. “Making sure it’s safe. No murderers,” he said, giving you his signature megawatt smile. You chuckled, realizing it was a funny way to say he cared about your safety. They both told you goodnight before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind them.

You were barely able to plug in your phone and set your alarm before you were in the bed, asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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You woke up to your head pounding, not your alarm this time. You blinked a few times, trying to clear the fuzzy picture your eyes were giving you. Reaching for your phone you realized it was 7 am.

You struggled out of bed, reaching for your medications before anything. You took one of the pain relievers with some of the water left in your water bottle before laying back down. Waiting for the medication to take effect was the worst, the pain bringing tears to your eyes as you rolled in bed, trying to get comfortable. Eventually the pain subsided to a dull, but constant, pressure. You rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth.

The reflection staring back at you in the mirror genuinely scared you. Your eye was swollen and a large purple bruise had formed on your cheek and around the bottom of your eye. You looked like you’d been in a prize fight versus clocked in the face with a phone by a man child. Your ability to bruise had always been impressive, but your body was taking it to another level. After brushing your teeth, you applied a light layer of concealer to the bruise, hoping to reduce some of its shock factor. You quickly changed before packing up your bookbag, figuring you may as well go get some breakfast in the lobby and get to work if you were going to be awake.

The lobby was quiet when you walked off of the elevator. You made your way to the dining room, finding a table to set your stuff down before walking over to make yourself a coffee. You waited for the machine to brew your latte, checking your phone as you waited. You had a few missed texts and a call from Jen. You read through her recount of her day and realized you hadn’t told her about the latest drama on tour. You snapped a selfie with a big smile and sent it. She called you immediately and you chuckled as you answered.

“Good morning dearest Jen,” you said. She cut you off. “What the hell happened to your face? Hello? Do you hear me?” she said, not giving you so much as a pause as she rambled on. “Did one of those fans do that? I’ll come up there and be your bodyguard, I swear to you. I’ll drop everything, just tell me when,” she rambled. “You actually won’t guess what happened so I’ll just tell you,” you said, picking up your coffee and going to sit at your table before filling Jen in on yesterday’s events.

“So, what you’re saying is, I need to kill him? And teach him kindergarten-level coping skills?” Jen said after you’d finished your recount. You laughed, “that’d actually be great. The coping skills, not the killing.” Jen was quiet for a moment before continuing. “So Danny helped you? And he’s the guitarist?” You rolled your eyes before reminding her that Danny was the curly-haired drummer. “Ah, yes. He’s hot too. Hook up with him,” Jen said matter of factly. “Jen, if you don’t quit,” you started before being cut off by Jen reminding you that you only live once and sex is fun and whatever else she thought was important. “Look, I love you dearly, but talking is starting to give me a headache and I need to eat something and get some shit done. I’ll call you tonight if it’s not too crazy, okay?” you said quietly. “Okay, fine. Go knock some heads for me, okay?” Jen replied before ending the call.

You left your phone on the table before heading over to the buffet. It had gotten busier, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You chose some eggs and made a waffle before grabbing some orange juice and heading back to your table. You had just taken a bite of your food when a shadow appeared. You looked up to see Sam standing over you. “Can I sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the seat across from you. You nodded and he set his stuff down before walking over to the buffet.

He returned with a banana and a waffle. You watched as he used the plastic knife to slice the banana over the waffle before pouring syrup over it. He worked silently, not daring to look at you. “Did you sleep okay?” you asked gently and he nodded. He took a bite, chewing slowly and swallowing before looking up at you. “I’m sorry I was a dick last night. And yesterday in general,” he said quietly. You nodded and took another bite of your own food. You both ate in silence for a few minutes before Danny walked into the dining room.

Danny slid a chair over to your table and took a seat, giving you a big smile. “How are you feeling?” he asked. You nodded and swallowed before answering. “My head hurts like crazy and I look like I fought a boxer versus a phone, but I’m okay.” He nodded and glanced from you to Sam, who was focused on cutting his waffle. “I apologized,” Sam said as he took another bite. “Good,” Danny replied, patting his shoulder as he got up to go get his own food.

Danny came back with a bagel and some eggs, taking a drink of his coffee as he sat down. “So I guess you guys are morning people, and the twins are not?” you asked. Danny shook his head before answering. “Typically I’m the only real morning person, but Sam shocked me today.” Sam shot him a look as he finished his food.

“What’s on the roster today?” Danny asked you as he took a bite of his bagel. “Finishing up Pennsylvania ’s stuff,” you said. “What are you guys doing?” you asked. Danny shrugged. “Probably just going to hang out. Our families will be here in a little bit, so we will probably visit with them.” You nodded. “Your families live close?” you asked. They nodded and Sam spoke up. “They live about an hour from here. Our parents do. And our sisters,” he said. You nodded before asking if they were coming to the show. “Yeah,” Sam said, giving you a small smile. “They are and we are very excited about it,” Danny said, beaming. He gave you a quick rundown of the people who were coming, the excitement and love radiating off of him. “I can’t wait to meet them!” you said as you finished your waffle. “If you guys have time for a fitting later, that’d be great,” you said as you stood, gathering your stuff. “Would you be ready for us if we came when we got done?” Danny asked. You nodded and he gave you a thumbs up. “We will see you in a bit then!” You gave them each a smile and threw your trash out before walking out to the bus.

You laid out the clothes for Pennsylvania and updated your task list after checking each outfit over. Besides double-checking the fit of everything, there wasn’t much else to do for this set of clothes. You were glad you’d worked tirelessly before the tour to ensure you had a base for each item of clothing you’d need for the first half of the tour. You’d be using your two-day break back at home to finish another base set before hitting the road again, finishing them as you went.

You looked up as Sam and Danny made their way towards you. They looked over the clothes quietly as they waited for your instructions. “Whoever wants to go first can get changed and I’ll check the fit,” you said motioning to the clothes. “I can go first,” Danny said, reaching out to grab the hangers off of the table. He disappeared into the back of the bus to change. You pointed out some of the details on Sam’s suit and he listened carefully as you spoke. “I love this,” he said, pointing to the feather design on the lapels of his jacket. “I thought it fit well,” you said, smoothing the fabric carefully. “You really are talented, you know,” Sam said quietly, his eyes raising to meet yours. The way he held your eyes and seemed to be staring into your soul shot electricity through your veins.

Danny broke the tension, giving a weak “ta-da” as he walked back into the workspace. You turned to inspect him, pointing to various areas and getting his opinion. Overall, the fit was great- the crystal details along the neckline of his semi-sheer shirt caught the light perfectly. “Alright, looks good for me,” you said and he nodded before shuffling back down the hallway.

“Can I just change here?” Sam asked. You nodded before walking to sit at your desk. “Sure, I don’t care.” He rolled his pants off, revealing his black boxer briefs. He slid the pants on carefully, buttoning and zipping them in one fluid motion. He shrugged his shirt off, tossing it onto the bench next to him. He slid on his suit jacket and his demeanor seemed to change. You knew your clothes held weight, but you hadn’t thought about the way they could truly transform a person’s mindset. Danny walked back in, hanging his clothes on the rack before turning to inspect his best friend. “Looks pretty damn good,” he said, walking over to run his hand over the fabric. “This is super soft,” Danny said, Sam agreeing. “It’s actually a cotton blend. It’s soft and also breathable,” you said. Sam showed Danny the lapel design and he smiled.

“Well, Sam, I think I’m going to need to take the sides in,” you said, coming over to inspect the jacket. “Raise your arms up like you’re going to play,” you instructed. Sam followed your request. You looked at him and he nodded before you leaned in to pull at the fabric. “It’s just a little too big,” you said as you walked over to grab some pins from your supplies. “Alright, hold that position for just a second and let me get a new line set up,” you said, placing a few pins in your mouth.

Sam stood and watched you as you worked quickly. You accidentally stuck him when your hand slipped and he jumped. “Shit, I’m so sorry Sam,” you apologized, glancing up at him. His mouth was in a tight line and his face was rigid- he was understandably a little frustrated. You were suddenly nervous about continuing to place pins. “You know what, I can finish this later,” you said as you straightened. He shook his head “may as well finish. You’ve already poked me three times, what’s a few more?” he said quietly.

You stood up straight, trying your best to level with his tall frame. “You act like I did it on purpose,” you said, quick to defend yourself. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” he shot back. Danny stepped forward, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, chill out. She definitely didn’t do it on purpose, stop being a shit,” Danny scolded, clearly over Sam’s hot and cold attitude. “Whatever,” Sam said, rolling his eyes, “just finish please so I can go find something to do that isn’t this.” You nodded and moved to quickly finish marking the suit, paying extra attention not to get anywhere close to his skin.

You stepped back after you finished, holding your hands out to help him out of the jacket. He turned and leaned back, allowing you to pull the jacket off carefully. He slid his shirt back on before quickly sliding the pants off, laying them on the table. Danny reached out to grab the pants and hang them up, Sam giving him a look. “What?” Danny growled, clearly over Sam’s pissy attitude. “She can do that,” he said, gesturing to the clothes. Danny shook his head, continuing his task of slowly and methodically replacing the pants on the hanger and putting them back on the original hook. “You’re being a real dick, Sam,” Danny said quietly, his tone serious. “Go,” Danny instructed, pointing towards the front of the bus.

Danny turned to you after Sam had gone. “I feel like all I’ve been doing is apologizing for him,” he said, giving you a weak smile as he helped you move Jake’s suit to the table from the closet. “He can be such a prick, but I love him dearly. I promise he’s not usually like this,” Danny continued, raking his hands through his loose curls. You turned to face him and leaned back against the table. “I’m starting to think it’s me,” you said quietly. Danny moved forward, taking your shoulders into his hands. “No way,” he assured, shaking his head firmly. “I think having your bus back will help,” you said, giving his side a tap before you turned back towards the project laid out on the table. Danny released your shoulders, but moved into the space next to you.

Danny asked you questions about Jake’s suit, listening intently as you described the process behind the different elements. You turned to face him and noticed he was close to you. Very close.

He reached out to gently move a strand of hair behind your ear, making sure to avoid your cut. You looked up at him, taking a moment to notice each of the freckles spread out across his nose. His eyes met yours, your heart racing as you felt the warmth from his hand as he gently placed it on your jaw.

You both jumped when you heard the bus door clatter open and the banter of Jake and Josh as they climbed aboard. Danny removed his hand from your face and had taken a step back, clearing his throat as he turned to face the suit laid out on the table. You blinked quickly, before spinning to face the twins.

“Good morning!” Josh said, gently setting his bag down on the bench before walking towards you. He reached out and gently grasped your shoulders before leaning in to inspect your injury. You could feel his breath against your face as he got closer. He smelled like coffee, syrup and the unmistakable smell of his body wash. He ghosted his fingers near your cut slowly, seemingly inspecting every pore. The close contact sent a shiver down your spine. What is with these men being so damn close all the time?

“Jesus Josh, get a little closer to her, why don’t you?” Jake said with a chuckle as he moved to inspect his suit. Josh broke from his daze and moved back, giving you a nod. “Looks good, how does it feel?” Josh inquired. You shrugged, unable to find your voice.

“Should I try this on?” Jake asked you, pointing at his jacket. “Oh, uh, yeah! Go ahead!” you replied quickly. “Josh, I have yours ready to try to,” you said, shifting your focus towards finding his clothes. Josh materialized beside you as you flipped through the clothes on the rack in the closet. “This one?” he asked, pointing to the outfit hanging on the hanger right in front of you. “That would be the one,” you said, blushing as you backed up, letting him grab it. He turned to you quickly, leaning in to whisper so only you could hear. “Are you okay?” he asked, searching your face as he waited for an answer. “Oh, yeah, I’m good,” you said, giving him a slight smile before turning back around.

You turned to see Jake pulling his pants up, the suit jacket already on. “Wow,” Danny said from his spot on the bench, leaning against the window. Jake walked over to the mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door, inspecting himself from different angles. “You’ve done it again,” he said as he turned to you, beaming. You returned his smile and Jake came over to pull you into a side hug, his body fitting snugly against yours. He squeezed you before letting go and walking to stand in front of you, slowly twirling to let you check the fit. “Looks good. I think I finally have a really good handle on your measurements and the perfect lengths. How does it feel?” you asked. “Feels perfect,” Jake responded, his smile sealing the deal on his satisfaction.

“Wow, another gorgeous piece,” Josh said as he walked in, taking in his twin’s suit. Danny gestured to Josh. “Make that two,” Danny said, giving Josh a nod of approval. Josh’s jumpsuit was actually rather plain- it was a powder blue color with a sparkly overlay and embedded crystals along the sides. The cut was a low V on Josh’s chest, hitting right at his sternum. Embroidered flowers flowed along the sides, a nod to some of his earlier outfits.

Josh did a little twirl for the group and you leaned down to look at the length of his pants. “Can I try something?” you asked as you looked up at Josh. He was peering down at you and nodded when you finished your question. Seeing him at the angle you were at had you understanding just why they had so many fans pining for the barricade at their concerts. You turned your attention back to the task at hand and cuffed the bottom of his pant legs slightly. “Let me know which length you prefer,” you said as you sat back on your heels. He walked over to the mirror and inspected the changes. “I think I like them a little longer actually,” he admitted. “Sounds good for me,” you replied, giving him a quick smile. “Everything else feel okay? What needs to be adjusted? I know this isn’t really a new style for you, but I want to ensure it feels right,” you said, gesturing to his outfit. “It feels good. I don’t think anything needs to be altered.” You nodded and he turned to walk to the back of the bus to change back.

Jake had finished changing and chuckled as he watched his brother walk down the hallway. “I don’t know why he doesn’t just change here. We’ve all expressed that we DO NOT CARE,” he said, shouting the last part so Josh could hear. “For your information,” you heard Josh yell from the back of the bus, “I would change out there but I am not wearing undergarments and I don’t think our dear seamstress should be subjected to that horror.”

You burst out laughing, you couldn’t help it. Jake and Danny joined in after seeing your reaction. You slowly stopped and wiped tears from your face, wincing as you brushed against your cut. Josh walked back into the room, hanging his clothes back up. Danny motioned to his khaki pants. “You’re free-balling in those? You really are a psycho,” he said with a chuckle. Josh raised his hands in defense and you all erupted in a fit of laughter again. “What? Jake said we had to get down to breakfast before it closed and I was panicked, okay?” he said, faking defense.

“Where’s Sam? He’s up?” Jake questioned, taking a seat on the bench across from you. “Oh, yeah, he’s awake alright,” Danny said, shooting you a look. “What did he do?” Josh asked with a sigh. “He was a pompous ass. His new usual,” Danny mumbled. “I accidentally stuck him with a pin, which he was understandably upset about,” you added, defending Sam for some reason. “Well, then he expected her to just hang his stuff up for him,” Danny continued. “Which is my job,” you said. Josh raised his hand and softly shook his head. “No, you’re a part of our team, an artist. You don’t get to be treated like his maid.” Josh had a soft yet protective look to him as he spoke, catching your eyes with his own. “Trust me, I’ve worked in high fashion. You guys are a dream to work with compared to some models,” you said, choosing to brush them off. “That’s the goal. We want to utilize your talents for as long as we can. Besides, you’re a pretty great person who deserves respect,” Danny said, giving you a gentle smile. Hearing him speak so highly of you sent a buzz through your body and you reflected on the moment you two shared earlier. It definitely didn’t mean anything, he’s just being nice.

You all turned to face the front of the bus when you heard the doors clattering open. Emily climbed on, clipboard in hand. “Good morning! I saw Sam on my way down, so I know everyone is alive and well. If you guys want to get packed up, the venue said we can head over. Or we can all stay here for a little longer. You guys actually have the choice today. Have you guys talked to your families and updated them?” The group nodded and filled her in on when their family members were planning to arrive at the venue. Emily made notes and checked contact information as she listened, her face contorting as she made arrangements mentally. You had turned away to organize the outfits for the show, double-checking your list as you worked. “And I’m sure our seamstress extraordinaire will be glad to know that we will have a second bus waiting for us at the venue! So you guys can finally leave this poor woman alone!” Emily said, sarcasm thick in her voice. “Damn, I’ve quite enjoyed the company,” you replied with a laugh as you turned to face the group. “Oh don’t worry, I feel like we will be riding with you some,” Josh said with a grin, “wouldn’t want you and Albert to get too lonely.”

The group decided to head to the venue early and hang out there. Everyone clamored off the bus to go pack up their stuff and load it onto the same bus for, hopefully, the last time.

You had gotten onto the elevator and turned your attention to your phone after pressing the button for the lobby. You heard the door start to slide close, but stop suddenly. You looked up to see an arm slipped between the doors, catching them before they closed. The doors sprung back open and Sam stepped into the elevator. He didn’t make eye contact as he walked in and leaned in front of you to hit the lobby button again. Deciding to be the bigger person, you turned to him and smiled as the doors closed. “Are you excited for tonight?” you asked him, genuinely wanting to know. He shrugged before turning his attention to the phone he’d quickly pulled out of his pocket. So much for being cordial.

There was a loud grinding noise and the elevator came to a sudden stop. You waited a beat, not daring to move. It must just be stalled for a moment, it’ll start again. You reached forward to hit the button for the lobby again. Nothing. You smacked the button repeatedly before the elevator lurched about an inch before stopping again. You turned to face Sam, his eyes wide and face frozen with panic. “We are stuck,” was all he was able to utter before the lights flickered off.

You felt Sam grab onto you, fumbling as he pulled you closer. You stumbled and fell against him, sending both of you into the wall with a thud. “Sam? Are you okay?” you asked as you felt around for your phone, which had fallen when Sam grabbed you. You found it and turned the flashlight on, pointing it at Sam. The blood had drained from his face, his mouth slightly open as he breathed hard, his eyes so wide you could see white all the way around his deep brown irises as he stared off into space. You pressed the call button on the elevator control panel and waited, but heard nothing. You pulled out your phone and dialed Josh’s number on speaker, keeping the flashlight trained on the space between you and Sam.

“Hey!” Josh answered in his usual cheery manner. “Josh, Sam and I are stuck in the elevator,” you said, watching as Sam took quick, shaky breaths. You heard Josh mumble to what you assume was the group “oh, she and Sam are coming, they’re…” He paused before yelling back into the phone. “Wait, you’re what?!”

“We are stuck in the elevator. The call box isn’t working, could you go tell someone from the front desk please?” you asked calmly. You could hear Josh frantically explaining something on the other side of the line and imagined him gesturing wildly as he did so. “Josh, please confirm you heard me and that you’ll update us when you know something?” you pleaded. “Yes, we are going now! We will be there in just a minute! Hold tight! I’ll get some answers!” Josh said quickly before hanging up.

You turned your attention back to Sam. “Sam, you better not throw up in this elevator. I’ll beat your ass myself,” you said, hoping the banter would break him out of his trance. He didn’t even blink, clearly a million miles away from where you both sat.

“Sam?” you asked. No reply. The flashlight cut off for a moment and you heard Sam start to breathe very quickly, seemingly gasping as you scrambled to switch it back on. When you lit the area back up you saw him starting to hyperventilate. You scooted closer to him, reaching out to grab both of his hands with yours, squeezing hard. The contact caused him to break from his panic long enough to look at you. “Yes, Sam, look at me. Try to focus on your breathing, okay? You’re going to be fine. Josh is getting help. We are safe and are going to get out of here in just a minute.”

You scanned over his belongings, spotting a ukulele sticking out of his backpack. You grabbed for it, carefully but quickly removing it from the bag. You pushed it into his hands and his muscle memory took over as he took it into his hands, holding onto it. You pressed down his fingers for an F and strummed the strings for him. You removed his fingers from the fretboard and moved his ring finger to press down the string for a C. He beat you to the next note, carefully strumming a Bb. He continued with a few more chords, his breathing slowing as he focused on the notes.

He looked up at you when he’d finished the verse. “Light my Love,” he whispered. You nodded. “I didn’t know you knew how to play,” he said quietly as he continued the song. “I know enough to get by. I had a ukulele phase in college,” you replied with a laugh. “I did learn 'Light my Love’ though, once upon a time. It’s probably one of my favorites from you guys.” He nodded slowly before continuing to play.

Your phone buzzed and you answered Josh’s call, putting it on speaker. “Okay the manager looked and we called the fire department and they’re on their way and-” Josh paused before continuing “are you guys really up there hanging out and playing ukulele?” Sam stopped strumming. “Maybe,” Sam quietly replied. You heard talking on the other end between who you guessed was someone from the hotel and Josh. “Okay, the elevator says out here that you’re between the 5th and 6th floors. Does it say that for you too?” Josh asked. You glanced up at the spot where the floor number should be illuminated, but saw nothing. “We don’t have any lights on in here. That includes the floor number.” You heard Josh relay the information, the voices on the other side talking quickly. “Wait, so you guys are in the dark?” Josh tried to clarify. “We are,” Sam replied, annoyance dripping from his voice. “Shit, okay, well, the firemen are on their way and we will give you a call back when we have more info, okay?” Josh assured. You thanked him and ended the call.

You rested your phone on the floor between you and Sam, flashlight facing upwards. You leaned back against your luggage, letting your head flop backwards. “Play me something Sam,” you said, your eyes drifting closed. “Are you really about to fall asleep? While we are stuck in here?” he said in disbelief. You nodded and he gave an exasperated sigh. “I may as well get some rest. I’ll probably be up all night working on altering your damn suit,” you shot back, opening one eye to watch his reaction. He rolled his eyes, but entertained your request and began strumming a tune you didn’t know, but enjoyed.

Your phone woke you up as it buzzed. You saw Sam laying against his own luggage, asleep. You grabbed your phone, careful not to shine the light in his face. You answered Josh’s call. “Hey,” you said quietly so as not to wake Sam. “I’m so sorry I’m just now calling you back, the firefighters took an hour to get here and then we were trying to understand what was going on because one of them said…” Josh started to ramble. “Josh,” you gently interrupted. “Sorry, yeah, so they’re going to have to contact the elevator company and possibly get a specialist out here because you guys are stuck between levels and this is an older model of elevator. So. You guys hang tight, okay? Are you doing alright?”

You took a deep breath before answering him. “We are okay. Sam is asleep. He had a minor panic attack and I think it wore him out. We are good now though.” There was a pause as Josh took in what you had said. “A panic attack? Oh, God, he hasn’t had one of those in ages, but they can get really bad. Like so bad. This one time, on a train…” Josh started to ramble again. You could tell he was a talker when he was anxious. “Josh,” you interjected again and he stopped. “We are fine. Call us back when you have an update please,” you instructed. He agreed and you hung up.

Sam hadn’t stirred at all. You set your phone back down and returned to your nap.

This time, you woke up to the sounds of shuffling. You looked up to see Sam rolling to get more comfortable as he scrolled on his phone. Reaching for your phone, you turned it over to check the time. “Shit,” you said aloud as you read the time- it was 4:15 pm. Sam turned to look at you. “Last update was that a technician was on their way and should be here at 5:00 pm. Hopefully we will be out by 6:00 pm, at least that’s their best estimate.” He turned back to scrolling on his phone. “What happens if you don’t get there in time? Do they postpone the show?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Nah, they can do it without me. The sound won’t be as rich, but it’s not like they’re missing the frontman of the band or anything. The show must go on,” he replied. You were stunned at his response- where was the smug, “the world revolves around me” type attitude you’d seen before? The fire he typically had?

You turned to look at him. The flashlight was casting shadows across his face, but you could make out the look of sadness that was etched on his sharp features. “I don’t think that’s true at all, Sam. Not in the slightest. You’re an integral part of the band,” you said quietly. “Besides… Can any of them play keyboard and mellotron as well as you can? I don’t think so” you added for good measure. He looked up at you, staring as he searched your face. He finally smirked and shrugged, the veil of confidence falling back over him. “You’re right about that. They can’t play both at the same time, that’s for damn sure. I’d like to see them try,” he said, leaning back onto his luggage. He picked the ukulele back up and held it towards you. “Let’s see you play,” he said, his eyes peeking through his lashes as he looked up at you. “No, I’m good. It’s been quite a while. You’re the professional anyways,” you refused before leaning back on your own luggage. He shrugged and plucked away quietly, playing some familiar tunes for you. You sung along softly to the parts you know and Sam watched you, giving you a faint smile when you made eye contact.

The elevator lights finally snapped on, you and Sam squinting at the sudden brightness. The elevator started to make a mechanical hum and you both sat there, stunned for a moment as you began to descend. The bell dinged and the doors slide open, revealing a crowd of worried faces. There are multiple firefighters, hotel staff and, of course, sweet Albert. Sam has already hopped up and he gave you his hand, pulling you up beside him. A short woman with a short bob rushes forward. Her name tag designates her as Ann, the hotel manager. She spews out apologies and some of the other workers move forward to help collect your bags.

You glanced at Sam, who is clearly over the entire situation. He is still gripping your hand from when he helped you up and you squeeze it, hoping he will realize and let go of you so you can help collect your belongings and head to the venue. Sam let go and reaches for his backpack, pulling out his wallet. He flips it open and pulls out a business card. The woman, Ann the manager, is still talking as Sam hands her the card. “We need to go, but our manager will be in touch,” he says coldly before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and stepping around her. You watch him for a moment before turning back to Ann and give her a tight smile before grabbing your bookbag and following behind Sam.

Albert gave you a big smile as you walked up next to him. “Glad you made it out, just in time,” he said, showing you his watch as you both walked outside. It was 6:45 pm and the show was slated to begin at 7:00. He opened the back passenger side door of a black SUV for you and you hopped in. Sam was in the front seat, typing a text out. Albert climbed into the front seat and pulled out of the parking lot.

You made it to the venue right at 7:00pm. You and Sam jumped out and ran the few steps to the backstage doors side by side. You followed him down the hallways until you found the group. You did a double take- there were quite a few people sitting in the backstage area with the band, none of whom looked familiar. A woman stepped forward and enveloped Sam in an embrace, gently rubbing her hand up and down his back as she whispered in his ear. Another man stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder as she hugged him, all three of them engaging in a conversation you couldn’t hear.

You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and you looked to see Josh pulling you into his side. He had a relieved look on his face, his rhinestones accentuating the twinkle in his eyes. “Glad you made it,” was all he whispered to you before giving you a squeeze and releasing you. The second he pulled away you instantly missed his warmth- both physically and emotionally. You snapped yourself out of it and gave him a bright smile. Sam had taken off in the direction of his dressing room. You turned to address both Jake and Danny, who had come up to your other side. “Everything okay? You guys found the shoes and everything is fitting? Any adjustments need to be made?” you asked, stepping forward to inspect their outfits. Danny placed his hand gently on your arm. “Everything is great. We just need Sam, but we have time. The openers are still on,” Danny assured.

You felt another hand on your shoulder and turned. “You must be y/n” the woman from earlier said, pulling you into a hug. She had a warm, nurturing energy about her and you instantly relaxed despite being hugged by a stranger. She pulled back and Josh interjected. “This is our mom, Karen, not some random lady, I promise,” he joked, putting an arm around her shoulders. You could see the resemblance between her and Josh- straight sunshine bottled up into a person. Jake pulled forward a man and another girl. “This is our dad, Kelly, and our sister, Ronnie,” he said. You shook their hands and exchanged pleasantries. You could tell the Kiszka genes were strong, all of them looking strikingly similar with the same deep eyes, gorgeous smiles and the siblings sporting the same dark hair. Another woman, man and girl came up on the other side of the Kiszkas. “And these three are mine,” Danny said, beaming with pride as he introduced his mom, Lori, dad, Dan, and sister Josie. “We have heard so many amazing things about you and are so glad the boys get to work with someone so talented,” Lori said, giving you a genuine smile. Danny shifted his weight after her comment, his eyes on the floor as you thanked her.

Sam appeared and did a twirl for the group. “Stunning,” Karen said, taking a step forward to run her hands over the fabric before leaning up to kiss his cheek. Emily appeared and motioned for the group to head to the stage and to their seats and you waved the group off. Sam turned to face you before disappearing around a turn in the hallway, shooting you a quick wink. Well that was… interesting. A wink? Danny told his family about me? Josh pulling you in close? Whatever was going on, it couldn’t be good.

#seamstressfortheband #greta van fleet #greta van fic #gvf

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malleux · 4 years ago

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spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

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Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

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Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

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annoyingstupidmiracle · 3 years ago

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L.A. Confidential- l.r.h

CONTAINTS SMUT

Word Count: 1876

“My girl might leave me if she hears about this..” That Aussie accent mumbled under his breath as you left marks down his neck in a heated session behind his hotel door. You wouldn’t dare say a word as long as is hands would continue lingering on your skin every other night.

“She won’t,” you told him as he unzipped the back of your dress.

Your eyes blinked as you came out of your daydream from only a few nights prior. You stood in line at the red carpet waiting to take pictures of the band of 5 Seconds of Summer. You had began a job of being a professional photographer for popular bands or singers like them and it paid well. The only downfall was the fact that you had fell head over heels for the front man who also had a girlfriend.

Luke Hemmings was all around perfect, especially in your eyes. The way he laughed at your jokes in order for you to take a good picture of him just made your heart stop. His eyes had always lingered on you whenever you were in close perimeter. His girlfriend, Chloe, was a stunning blonde with tan skin and a perfect white smile. She was drop dead gorgeous, but Luke just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You weren’t famous, only the people in your pictures were, but to Luke you were something else.

As soon as the boys stepped out into the light, Luke’s blue hues scanned the crowd in front of him in search of your beautiful form. You had always surprised him with the dresses and outfits you pulled off at the red carpet walks, interviews, or photo shoots. Tonight; however, you had decided on tight leather pants and an off the shoulder white blouse which had paired with your skin tone perfectly. The shoes you wore had really thrown him off. They were thick, black stilettos that crossed over your feet and allowed for your hot pink painted nails to be shown off. Luke had always been a fan of how you highlighted the best features of yourself. That’s exactly when he decided on how he was going to fuck you senseless over the-

“Luke! Luke, over here!” The paparazzi screamed over the flashes of cameras from every direction. The only camera he looked at was yours.

“Well, that was a crazy crowd, Jesus.” Calum said while stripping himself of his suit jacket and plopped himself in the couch of your hotel room.

“Yeah, well the afterparty is going to be worse.” Ashton breathed out as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. You had your laptop out at the desk with the memory card inside it, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures you took for the night in order to send them to management for the band.

They had officially hired you for the full time job for their photographer early last year so, you had made it your full duty to make sure they got the best pictures and publicity you could. Ever since you got the job, the guys instantly made you feel like you were a part of a family. They were your best friends and you couldn’t be any happier.

“Crystal and I are going out for dinner tonight.” Mikey said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. “And no, I’m not skipping.” He adds before his friends could convince him otherwise.

Luke took this as his chance to speak up. “Yeah, I’m going to skip out on the afterparty, too. I haven’t gotten that much sleep lately.” Your eyes dart over to the blonde just to see that he was already staring back at you. A blush made its way to your cheeks as you turned back to your computer.

Calum and Ashton rolled their eyes. “Guess it’s just you and I tonight.” Calum said with a sigh.

“Alright, well we’re gonna head out then.” Ashton announces before ushering Cal out the hotel door. Mikey bids his goodbye as well before he’s out the door as well.

Arms reached around the back of the chair, wrapping themselves around your shoulders as lips pressed against your jaw. “Real smooth.” You joked and closed your laptop before sliding around the chair and standing to your feet. You were then pushed back down, but against the bed this time and a gasp left your lips. Luke was smirking down at your vulnerable form while your elbows were the only thing giving you some sort of angle to look at him better. You stared up at him through thick lashes innocently, waiting for him to do something. His hands ached to touch you through those leather pants, he just didn’t know what he was going to do yet.

Instead of waiting on him, your hand reached out to grab his own and placed it over the leather material between your legs. Luke’s body shuddered with pure excitement as he lowered himself over you against the bed. An elbow plopped down beside your head as a hand stroked your (h/c) hair out of your face. His eyes bored into yours and for a second, your heart beat changed pattern. You had silently hoped that his did the same as you smiled up at him. The smile that got him weak in the knees, which led to his next step of pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel him growing hard against you as he pushed himself farther against you. Luke pulled away from your lips only to leave kisses down your jawline. There was something about the way he was acting tonight that was different than any other night. Instead of dwelling of the thought, you cleared your throat.

“Is something wrong?” You question while running a hand through your hair.

“You know I got somebody so I can’t fuck with just anybody.” Luke mumbles next to your ear which causes your cheeks to heat up. What is he saying? “But sometimes I get lonely.”

You’ve heard those words before, and it only made you angry. It meant that he and his girlfriend had been arguing. She might’ve been pretty, but she was manipulative and often left Luke a drunk mess, but ever since he met you, he hasn’t touched a drop. You were his distraction, and he loved it. He loved how you made him feel important, and needed. Chloe was independent and would rather spend her time with friends at the club than to have a night inside in bed next to Luke with a movie playing, or to go out to dinner.

“Lu, you know you can always come to me.” You soothed. Although it made you guilty that he was cheating on his girlfriend, you were also glad because there had been so many rumors about her cheating that you’d believe it. He kissed your lips in response and lost himself against you. In that moment, you cupped his face in your hand and flipped so that you were now straddling his waist. In a swift movement, he pulled the blouse you wore over your head and to the floor. A grin took over the frown on his face as his hands roamed over your curves.

Your hands reached down and began unbuttoning his dress shirt as well as his pants while he shuddered under your touch. A hand reached behind and groped your rear, pulling you against the hard body beneath you. “Hold up.” Luke says while pushing you up to a standing position. He then curled his fingers on the inside of your leather pants and yanked them down your legs. A blush made its way to your face as you laughed. Luke then lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist before putting you on your back. He fit in between your legs perfectly. You reached a hand down in between you and pulled his pants down just enough down his legs as he moves the lace covering you to the side.

Kissing him, you muffled the sounds of your moan as he pulls himself out of his boxers and enters you. He pulled away and placed his forehead against your own, looking in your eyes. “Fuck, Luke.” You breathed out while looking down between your bodies as he pumped in and out of you. His white teeth shined down at you as he grinned. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around your torso and flipped so that you were now on top of him.

“Ride me, (y/n).”

You did as told, wincing as his nails dug into your hips. It hurt, but you loved it. He knew how he made you feel while he fucked you senseless. Speaking of, he reminded himself what went through his head at the red carpet. Before he could get too close, he quickly pulled out of you. “Lay over the desk in front of the mirror.” He demanded. This excited you, so you hurried over to the spot he told you to. Grabbing the edge of the table, you tilted your head to the side in order to look at him.

“Like this?” You asked, but he shook his head. He entered you again causing a gasp to escape your lips. Luke reached around your head and wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look in the mirror.

“Like this, I want you to watch me fuck you senseless.”

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, unable to contain yourself as the feel of his hand around your throat caused a different kind of feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He then began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace as the desk bumped against the wall repeatedly. There was sure to be a noise complaint. And thank god the rest of the band decided to go out for the night. Your climax began to draw closer as he drilled into you.

“Are you close?” He asked, getting close as well. You nodded, unable to form words as he watched you in the mirror. “I wanna hear you scream, baby.”

“Fuck, Lu.” You cursed while adjusting yourself as the desk dug into your skin.

“Louder, I want everyone in the hotel to hear you scream my name.”

“What about-”

“(y/n).” He warned. You were nearly tipped over the edge as his hand tightened around your neck and your stomach flipped.

“Luke!” Your strangled voice screamed nearly at the top of your lungs as the two of you came together, him filling you up. After a few seconds, he let you relax before pulling out of you to get stuff to clean up. He disappeared in the bathroom, and soon came back to help you clean up. Leaning against the desk, you watched as he wiped the liquid from your skin.

“We’re gonna have to go to the pharmacy before they close.” You mumbled embarrassingly. You often had to make a trip there in order to get plan b.

“I know, why do you think I got out clothes for you to change into?” Looking over, you saw a small pile of folded clothes which belonged to him causing your heart to melt.

“Thank you.”

“You know, I can’t leave her right?”

Frowning, you nodded. “I know.”

“L.A Confidential.”

You nodded again and sighed. “L.A. Confidential.”

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rudystopit · 4 years ago

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Daydreamer

[Denki x f!reader]

summary: you've been friends with Denki since your first year at UA. one morning he makes a joke and it haunts your dreams. you slowly develop a crush and the daydreaming begins.

all characters are aged up!!

warnings: nsfw, oral, light quirk play, overstimulation, and praise kink.

wc: 3.2k

You tossed and turned. Blankets thrown on the floor and pillow scattered around your bed. Every time you closed your eyes, that stupid scene played in your head. This morning you were hanging out by the third year bakugou’s desk with kiri and denki.

You joked that Denki couldn’t get any girl. Then the guys made bets. You can tell he was getting pissed. then he turned to you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you close and whispered something along the lines of “if you wanna know how I’m in bed, just come by tonight,” you instantly became flustered and walked away from the boys.

You sat in your seat and tried to think about something other than Denki. You could hear Denki and while Sero asked what he said. Bakugou told them to shut up and leave him alone.

Now its night and you can’t stop thinking about this stupid joke. It was totally a joke… right? You flipped over and faced the wall. You huffed and searched for your phone. 11:09. you scrolled through instagram for a little bit trying to thinking about something else. You saw cute dogs and other little animals. You watched the craft videos. You laughed at some memes and sent a few to your friends. Then you saw a stuffed Pikachu. You groaned and turned off your phone.

“Screw you Kaminari,” you whispered, staring at your ceiling. “I can’t even enjoy mindlessly scrolling through my phone without thinking about your dumb face,” you mumbled.

You stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before your eyes slowly drifted to sleep.

You felt warm hands travel up your sides. Soft lips pressed even softer kisses into your shoulders. You smile and lean back against the person’s chest. his hands snake up to your stomach and he snuggles his face into your back. Your hands intertwine with his. You feel his head move away from your back. He shifts and plants a kiss on your cheek. His blonde hair tickling you face as he leans down. He whispers into your ear, “I love you,”

You snap up. Face beat red. the sun is rising. There’s no way you just dreamed about Denki. Nope nope nope. It didn’t happen. You swing your body off the bed and headed to go take a shower.

Nothing like a freezing cold shower and barely enough sleep to put you in a good mood. you dry your hair as much as possible with the towel. You flop yourself onto the bed and pick up your phone. Just your friends answering your late night messages and group chats saying good morning.

You open your Spotify and press the 2000s throwbacks. You toss your phone onto the bed as it tries to load the song on UA’s janky wifi. You start getting dressed for the day. Then it plays… Electric Feels by MGMT.

“Oh Fuck No!” You yell, running to your phone to change the song. “Not right now,” you slam your thumb on the screen to the next song. You sigh and go back to getting dressed.

after your very fun morning, you were dreading homeroom. You walk in and instantly head your seat avoiding the boys. You hear them laughing and yelling at each other. Uraka leans over her desk to talk to you.

“Hey y/n are you ok? I saw you weren’t hanging out with Bakugou and the others,” she sweetly asked you.

“I didn’t sleep much and those idiots will give me a headache,” you replied looking to the front of the class. Your eyes skim over the class. Yuga, Mashirao and Mezo were all sitting at their desks while kiri, denki, sero, and mina all crowd around bakugou’s desk who looks irritated.

They’re all laughing and you can’t help but to stare. You smile yourself. Denki looked so adorable laughing. He always had a goofy personality and it was easy to be yourself around him.

You catch yourself staring at him and mentally smacked yourself. “No y/n, he’s annoying and dumb,” you mentally scream at yourself. Then Aizawa walks in.

Class went by incredibly slow and you catch yourself drifting off. One time you zoned completely out… staring at him…

You walk to the lunch room with Mina and Tsuyu. They talked about whatever the hell Aizawa taught and making plans for the weekend.

“Hey, how come you didn’t sit with us this morning?” Mina turned to you snapping you out of the daze you were in. You shrugged and walked to the line. “Well, Denki made this joke I knew you would have loved,” she continued talking. “I wish I remember what it was.”

After getting your food you sat with them. You decided sitting with Mina and the boy so they’d stop asking you what’s wrong. It was getting super irritating. You sat in the middle waiting for the boys to get here. Mina chatting on about this cute outfit she saw last weekend and that you should go back with her to get it.

The boys came in a loud cluster and shoveled into the seats. You got used around a bit and when it settled, you were across from Kiri, who smiled and waved. He was next to Bakugou and on the other side was Sero. That means you stuck between Mina and… Denki…. You quietly ate your food and smiling when you needed too.

Suddenly you felt a hand travel up your leg and rest itself on the middle of your tight. You face goes instantly red and you push it off, only for it to return. You stomp on his foot. He yelps and everyone looks at him.

“Ouch y/n,” he whined, “what is your problem? Are you pissed at me?” He looked like he was about to cry.

you push away from the table and leave. Not wanting to deal with the shitty mood of no sleep because you are developing a massive crush on a literal idiot.

You keep walking till you’re outside and you sit down. You feel like crying. You see Aizawa walking by. You run up to him and tell him your not feeling well and you’re going back to your dorm.

The walk back was peaceful and quiet. The dorms were silent and calming. Once you made contact with your pillow, you were out.

You feel your face pressed against someones chest. You pull away but two arms keep you close. You feel him kiss the top of your head. Your legs are tangled with his and he whispers how much he loves you. you move your arms to wrap around his neck and lean your head up. You look into his golden eyes. He gives you a goofy smile and kisses you.

You pull him closer and close your eyes. One of his hands slides up your shirt and rubs your lower back. You pull way from the kiss, foreheads pressed together, you whisper, “I love you Denki,” he smiles

A loud slam wakes you up. You see Mina standing there. “Hey are you ok?” She asks pulling her shoes off.

“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night and im not in the mood to deal with the boys,” you move your feet so she can sit with you.

“Y/n, are you running a fever?” She asked putting her hand on your forehead. “You’re all red.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you laugh it off and push her hand away. “I’m sorry about lunch. I hope Denki isn’t mad at me,” you sigh.

“He’s not. He wanted to come with me but I told him that he’d probably make it worse somehow,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll let cha get some more sleep. See ya later, y/n,” she waves and leaves.

You flop back down. you stare back at the ceiling. You pick up your phone and saw there was a few messages from Denki, Mina and Kiri. You tap on Denki’s notifications.

You roll your eyes and toss your phone away. “Complete opposite Denki,” you whispered. you closed your eyes and tried to go back to that dream. You wanted to be with him. You needed his warmth. You needed his dorky smile. You needed him.

You tired to go back to sleep for what felt like hours, till you gave up and picked up your phone. 11:30.

You make your way down to the third floor. You stood outside his door for a few minutes trying to collect your thoughts. You take a deep breath and knock. The door instantly flies open.

“Y/n are you ok?” He starts, “what’s wrong? Did I do something?” His voice is full of worry while you just stare at him. You slowly start walking in while he backs up still asking if you’re ok.

You had enough of the questions and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. He looked shocked. You look into his golden eyes. Suddenly, you body went into autopilot and you smashed your lips into his. he backs away in shock, but you still held onto him. It took him a few seconds to realize what’s happening, but once his thoughts cleared up, he kissed you back.

His hands found their way to your hips as he pulls you closer. Your grip on his shirt loosens and you fingers snake themselves into his blonde hair. His hands slide up your shirt. His cold hands make you hiss into the kiss. He smiles and pulls the shirt over your head. You had those two seconds to breath because after the shirt as off he back on your lips. His tongues grazing over your lips. You smiled but kept your lips closed. He backs you up against the door. He lifts his knee in between your leg. his tight makes contact with your clothed clit and the sensation makes you mewl slightly, which made Denki seize the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. He wasted no time exploring your mouth and his hands wasted no time exploring your boobs.

one hand slips under your bra. He massages your soft flesh. his index and thumb twist around your nipple and you feel a light zap. your eyes fly open and you pull back. Denki looks back at you with the widest grin. you shake your head. this is the man you fell for.

you placed you hand on his chest and pushed him off of you. he gives you a stunned look then quickly notices your moving to the bed. you flash him a quick smile and turn to his messed up bed.

his large hands grab your hips and he pulls them to him. his breath lingers on the back of your neck. he plants a chaste kiss on the pit of your neck as you pry his hands off your hips. you sit on the end of his bed.

his hand lifts your chin up to look at him. your hands move to the waistband of his shorts. you try to pull them down without breaking eye contact. you sink to the floor with his shorts and are met with a semi hard dick in the face.

you kiss his tip as his fingers lace themselves into your hair. you move to the base of his cock and you lick a long line along the underside of his dick. you hear him suck on his teeth.

“come on, babe,” he whines, tugging your hair slightly. you look up innocently as you bring his tip into your month. by the look Denki’s face was making, you can tell he was ready to bust just by that simple contact.

you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip. you make sure to give it a few little sucks to really get him going. the saltiness of his ore cum and the thought of reality of the situation makes your core tighten. you can feel your already wet.

“y/n, more,” Denki whines, after ‘waiting too long’ for you to add more into your mouth.

you sink your head slowly down his shaft. he takes a sharp deep breath and he grips your hair just a little tighter. you moan at the hair pulling which causes Denki to let out his own moan. sweet jesus it sounded like angels.

you wanted to hear more of his angelic moans so you start to bob your head more while humming. he lets out more moans and his fingers loosen on your hair.

“fuck, that feels good,” he moans, pushing you head back to looking at him. the slight of you on your knees with his dick thrusting in and out of your mouth sends a hue of red to his face. he quickly looks away and let’s you continue.

you knew he was getting close, so position yourself till his dick his hitting the back of your throat. you focus on your breathing throw your nose while he starts taking control. his hand is now on the back of your head. he tilts it up to get a better look at you and so his dick can get further down your throat.

his trusts become more frequent and quicker. his face twists in pleasure as his hot cum goes down your throat. he sloppily thrusts a few more times and pulls out. he grabs your chin. his thumb forces its way in and he opens it.

“good girl,” he says in a low voice. he leans down and kisses your forehead. “now get on the bed. it’s my turn to make you feel good,” with that you get up and sit on the edge of the bed.

he sinks in between your legs. this large hands grip your thighs and slowly moves them apart. he plants soft pecks on your inner thighs as he travels to your dripping heat. his warm breath hit your core and sent shivers down your back. his tongue drags itself through your folds. he gives your clit a few flicks and enjoys the sounds coming from your throat. your hands make they way to his soft hair.

he continues to suck on your clit while one of his hands slide from your thigh. he slips two into his mouth and pulls them out with a pop. then those two fingers into you. you take a sharp breath and your fingers tangle into his blond hair. his fingers thrusted in and out.

“denki~” you moan out. his fingers curl to hit that sweet spot. you arc your back into his fingers. he moves his lips away from your clit and gives your thigh a love bite. you thug his hair. he smiles against your thigh.

his lips moved back to your clit. his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub. he grazes his teeth across your nub. his fingers began quicken pace and soon you felt the knot in your stomach form.

he curled his fingers again, feeling the sponginess of your sweet spot. he rubs his two fingertips against it. his mouth removed itself from your abused clit and positioned itself at your entrance. he continued thrusting until the knot snapped and you arched your back. he removed his fingers and his mouth had taken the place. he lapped up your juices and listened to your sweet moans.

you came down from your high and released denki’s hair. he looked at you and smiled. he stood up and planted a kiss your forehead.

“gimme a sec” and with that he ran to the bathroom. you stayed laying on the bed. you tried to collect your thoughts. you were currently laying on your friend’s bed after he just ate you out. you blush madly and cover your face when denki reappeared into the room.

“what’s wrong y/n?” he rushed over to you. he pulled your faces away from your face. you were widely smiling and your face was as red as a tomato.

“i’m just happy,” you whispered, kissing his cheek.

“ok good,” he gets up and opens a condom. he slips it on and moves in between your legs.

he grabs your legs and moves them to around his hips. he drags his tip across your sensitive pussy. then he positions his tip at your entrance. he looks up to you for an ok.

“denki please i need you,” with that he pushes his way in. you inhaled sharply, surprised at the size. tears pricked your eyes. you knew he was relatively large but it feels different when it’s in you. you let out a moan when he bottoms out.

he leans down and peppers your neck with kisses. he cups your boobs as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after a few seconds of him kisses you, you roll your hips to see if you were ready. he feels you move and groans into your eyes, which makes you bite you lip.

you roll your hips a few more times before denki takes control. he slowly pulls out then slams back in. you scream in pleasure as he ruts back into you. he does this a few more times before falling into a pace. his hands grip your upper thighs as he thrusts in and out. you have your fists gripping on to the pillow as you let out beautiful moans of pleasure.

your moans fuel him to go harder and rougher. soon the room was filled with your moans, skin hitting skin and light pants from denki.

“shit y/n, you feel so good,” he groans pounding a little harder than normal. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers, watching his dick go in and out of you. “i love those little noises you make and those cute faces you make” he smiles looking at your face twisted in pleasure.

you feel his pace quicken and he biting down on his lip. he’s about to cum. one of his hands releases your thigh and moves to you clit. he rubbed at the same pace as his hips. soon the knot in your stomach reappeared.

“cum on his dick for me, y/n,” he moans about to come undone. his words fueled the fire and you felt the knot slowly coming loose. he quickened his pace even more and rutting even harder into you.

the knot comes undone and you moan out his name. he feels you cum and you pussy trying to milk him. he cums with a loud grunt and rides out his and your high.

his trusts slow down and he pulls out. he leans down and kisses you. he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “you did so good,” he said and rushed off to the bathroom.

you roll over to find your phone but found denki’s instead. he had three notifications.

you giggle and toss his phone to the side as denki comes back. he lays next to you. you lay your arm and head on his chest while you leg is crossed over his body. he kisses your head.

“i was gonna tell you sooner, but i thought you hated me,” he says.

“i dont,” you answer kissing his chest.

“good,” he smiles.

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Blockbuster

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: dub-con, obsession

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“This week’s movie is…” you paused for the dramatic effect and met each one of your club members’ eyes before pulling out the DVD case from your bag. “Sweet Blossoms!”

Everyone groaned.

“Hey!” you laughed, putting the movie down on the desk. A gorgeous smile tugged at your lips. “It’s my turn so I get to choose!”

“You always choose the worst ones,” your classmate mumbled. “I’m sick of watching romantic comedies. Besides, this is one of the last times we’ll watch a movie in our club.”

Yeah, the graduation was close.

You pouted, giving one person, in particular, the puppy eyes. “Junpei,” you said. “Tell them something, you’re the president.”

Junpei chuckled nervously when you put him on the spot like that. “Haha, I… We made a promise to let one of us choose a movie each week, we should keep our promise.”

“I’m not watching that,” the other club member said. “We’re here to watch movies we appreciate, not whatever dumpster trash you like.”

Although the other two members were being mean, they were right.

“Guys,” Junpei was unsure to say something. He could see how your smile vanished, your shoulders slackened as you flipped the DVD to its back so you wouldn’t need to see the cover title. “It’s her turn to choose.”

“Nevermind,” you uttered, putting the DVD back in your bag. “They’re right. I was being selfish. You can skip my turn.”

“But-”

“Great! I rented Pulp Fiction yesterday and brought it with me.” Your classmate dove his hand inside his bag to fish out the DVD.

Junpei noticed the way your lower lip trembled and you pressing your lips together to hide it. When your gaze met him, you forced a smile on your face, mouthing that it was alright.

You were just like him.

He got up from his seat to sit next to you as your classmate put the movie in the DVD player. It was nothing unusual, most of you sat together to make small comments during a movie.

You pushed your stuff on the desk to the side so he could have some space to put his bag.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the movie had already started.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize,” you softly stated, leaning closer to keep your voice down and not disturb the movie. “It was my fault.”

“Still, we gather here to watch movies our members enjoyed. We’re not actual film critics or anything.” He was trying not to lower his gaze to your chest. One of the buttons had come undone on your shirt, he could see your bra. “Next week is my turn, I can rent the movie you wanted to watch so we can watch it. They won’t complain then.”

Your eyes widened and he could swear that he saw them sparkle. A second later, you dropped your gaze to your lap to fidget with your fingers. “Nevermind, it’ll cause trouble. It’s passive-aggressive and I don’t wanna cause trouble for anyone. Nobody wanna watch the movie I chose anyway.”

“I do,” he whispered, cheeks flushing. While you weren’t looking he had gotten a chance to peek inside your shirt.

Lifting your head, you looked up at him with the prettiest and the most genuine smile he had ever seen. “Really?”

He nodded in affirmation, “We can watch it together after school if y-you wanna.”

“Shh!” The oldest club member turned and pointed two fingers at you and then to his eyes. “No flirting in the losers club.”

Both of you got quiet and it took you a long moment before leaning closer to tell Junpei something.

“So, where will we watch the movie?”

That was how he ended up bringing you to his place. You awkwardly sat on his bed and he tried to stop his shaking hands.

“I wish I had a television in my room too,” you said, starting a conversation to ease the mood. “You’re so lucky, Jun!”

Calling him nicknames like that… you were trying to make him delirious. “I-it’s nothing, it’s some old thing I got from second hand.”

“Still!”

He heard a rustling sound. Once he was done with putting the movie in the DVD player, he whipped his head around to check what you were doing.

His breathing almost stopped when he saw you laying on his bed and checking your phone. You were moving your legs up on the air as you scrolled down some social media platform. Your skirt wasn’t long enough to cover the supple flesh of your thighs, they were squished together and because you were laying on your chest, the skirt’s fabric was relaxed on your ass, leaving not much to the imagination.

Junpei gulped audibly and averted his gaze. “The movie.” That was all he managed to say.

You hummed and sat up on his bed as he took a place next to you. He couldn’t understand why you were so careless, didn’t you think of him as a man?

No, you were purely naive. Not at all aware of the real dangers of the world. Not at all aware of what kind of thoughts about you went through his mind every single day.

The movie opened with the female lead who from her first appearance stated that she was the manic pixie dream girl getting some flowers from a secret admirer despite having a boyfriend.

It was simply trash. That was the only way he could describe the storyline or the mood of the movie. On his own, under any condition, Junpei wouldn’t pick this garbage up and sit through it but since you wanted to watch it… he had to endure it.

You, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the movie. Hands on your lap, gasping every now and then when the male lead encouraged the female lead to dump her boyfriend with his shitty compliments.

He found it kind of amusing to watch you react to the movie rather than watch it himself. Soon enough his gaze dropped to your lap. Under the skirt were your bare legs and you were sitting on his bed. Your ass was placed on his bed. The thought of your panties touching the sheets of his bed made his thoughts go south. If you got wet right now, you could soak his sheets.

Slowly, you shifted on his bed, getting in a more comfortable position to watch the movie. Unbeknownst to you, he had a better view of your cleavage now, it was only natural that he couldn’t look away. As vulnerable you were, he was still a man and like any other man, Junpei couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing.

What color panties were you wearing? If he lifted your skirt up to check, would you be surprised? You wouldn’t push him away, that was for sure. You came here all on your own after all, laying on his bed like that and looking like this… There was no doubt you were basically inviting him to fuck you.

The credits rolled sooner than he would have wanted.

You stretched your arms over your head and let out a soft groan. “Thank you, Jun.”

“For what?” He got up from his bed to take the DVD out from the player.

“For watching this with me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you!” A friend, huh? He thought of you more than a friend but you were probably playing hard to get. The two of you were the same, you just had to be embarrassed to admit your feelings for him. Yeah, that had to be it.

“I liked the movie.” Liar. He didn’t watch it.

Silence.

“I should get going,” you sighed, retrieving your bag and jacket from the floor.

By the time you stood up, Junpei was holding the DVD case towards you. “I hope you had fun.”

“I did.” You smiled, taking it from him. “Thank you again.”

Junpei was languidly nodding, lost in his own thoughts.

As soon as you left his room and apartment, Junpei hurried back to his room. Getting on his knees, he pressed his face into the exact spot you sat on for two full hours. He took a deep inhale, filling his lungs to their limit.

So this was your scent.

Unbuckling his belt, he kept inhaling the smell of your pussy absorbed on his sheets. He was already impossibly hard, if it weren’t for the way he was slouching when you were beside him, you would definitely notice.

His hand wrapped around his cock and he stroked it from the base to the tip, using your smell and his own fantasies about you as his material for today.

Oh, how he wished he could smell you directly.

~~~

The next day, he couldn’t look you in the eye during the club meeting to talk about the movie everyone watched yesterday.

While you were debating with the two other members about how although the cinematography and the dialogue were great you didn’t enjoy the excessive amount of cursing.

“You just don’t understand cinema,” one of them grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more, I mean… Do you even watch anything other than your weird romance movies?” The other one grinned.

“Let’s not take it too far,” Junpei mumbled, his words went unheard.

“I didn’t say anything bad about the movie,” you argued. “It was well written but the dialogue was too vulgar for my taste.”

“And since when do you have taste?”

Laughter.

“Yeah, she’s such a scatterbrained normie.”

“Guys.” Junpei stood up on his seat to stop the hassle.

“At least I’m not a pathetic loser.” It slipped. As if you had been wanting to say it out loud for so long. “You know that this is why nobody likes any of you, right?”

It became silent.

Junpei sat back on his chair and the other two who had been grinning from ear to ear as they were teasing you frowned.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you had said but the deed was done.

“Sorry.” Mumbling, you gathered your stuff and left the clubroom.

~~~

Getting bullied wasn’t the worst part. It was the way other people treated him because he was getting bullied.

People looked at him with pity, sometimes talked to him because they wanted to include him. They were all doing these things to feel better about themselves. It was never about him.

He could let the cigarette burns, all the times he got beaten and the countless lies others spread about him slip but not the fake kindness.

He hated the fakes.

~~~

It was two days after the incident when you finally decided to approach Junpei before he exited the school garden.

“Hey, Jun.”

A shiver rose up his spine and he stopped walking momentarily. “(name), good to see you.” He turned around to face you but you were looking down onto the pavement. You didn’t want to look him in the face.

“Yeah...” You took a deep breath to calm your senses before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I didn’t mean any of the things I said.”

He said nothing.

“I’m really sorry about it, I was being bitter because of the way they talked to me but I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

He proceeded to stay quiet, though you had a lot to say to him, it was impossible to find the courage or the words to speak when he was being like this. However, you came prepared for anything.

Reaching inside your bag, you pulled out a DVD case with a movie title Junpei had been looking forward to watching. You had heard him talk about it nonstop for months until it got released recently. He couldn’t get his hands on the DVD itself because of how the movie was always rented out but now, you were holding it.

“Wanna watch it together? My treat.”

How could he possibly say no?

“Okay.”

Your nerves eased when he put on a smile.

Thankfully, the walk to his place was short. In his room, you took off your jacket and grabbed the DVD case to put it on yourself. “I tipped the cashier a couple of extra bucks to get my hands on this,” you giggled and turned on his television with the remote control, the player lit up instantly.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Well, it’s just my way of apologizing, don’t sweat it!” Pressing the button for the disc slot, you opened the case to grab the CD. “Besides, I wanted to watch this for a long time too.”

He could tell you were lying but he wasn’t sure if you were trying to be nice to him out of pity or not. Gradually, he realized he couldn’t put you in a box. You two were alike. Exactly like him, you didn’t know where you fit in but he started to get an idea about where might fit in just fine.

As you were standing with the remote control in your hands and waiting for the movie title to show up on the screen, a set of hands were placed on your hips, making you flinch.

“Jun?”

Junpei couldn’t help but press himself against you, his hands on your hips moved to your stomach, and grabbed the remote control out of your grasp. He threw the device to the side.

“Jun?” you tried calling him again, not realizing he needed a hug this badly. “Are-are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, you felt him bury his face into your hair and heard him take a sniff. His hands moved in different ways. One slid up to cup your breast over your shirt and the other slid down your stomach.

“Um, if you wanna hug me, I can face you. This position is… weird....” You merely comprehended that he wasn’t hugging you when his hand soothed the fabric of your skirt and went under it to grab you by your pussy.

Your thighs pressed together at the same time a surprised gasp left your lips. His hand was pushing you towards him as he was pressing against you, urging you to feel everything.

“Wait,” you tried to say, but when his hips snapped forward it broke into another gasp. A finger pressed on your slit over the fabric of your panties, he dragged it up while his hand harshly groped your breast.

“W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Junpei nosed some hair out of his way and placed his lips on your nape, grazing his lips on the sensitive skin before moving to kiss your neck. “I thought you were here to spend time with me.” His teeth nibbled on the thin flesh and your legs turned to jelly.

“B-but the movie.”

Hooking a finger under the elastic on the edge of your panties, he pulled them to the side and let his middle finger slip inside.

“We can watch it later.”

“Jun, wait.” You squirmed and tried to move away from his fingers but you were trapped. If you moved backward you were going to press harder against his erection and moving forward meant his finger going deeper inside you. The latter was the worst option, so you moved your hips away from his hand.

What you hadn’t calculated was the way you were rocking back on forth with Junpei as he was grinding his clothed cock against the soft flesh of your ass. When you pressed yourself against him harder, it didn’t leave any more space for you to move away from his fingers.

Thanks to your dumb decision, Junpei had you right where he wanted.

“You’re so cute, always trying to act smarter than you actually are,” he whispered, lips brushing against your neck. “When you left that day after we watched your stupid movie, I jerked off to you.”

His hand on your breast moved between your bodies and placed on the front of his pants. He tugged them down while drawing small circles on your neck with his tongue and two of his fingers thrust inside your slick heat.

“I shoved my nose into the exact spot you sat to inhale your scent.”

The revelation of what he did after you left made you tremble. His hot and wet tongue pressed flat against the side of your neck and his fingers moving in a scissoring motion distracted you from his free hand guiding his cock between your legs.

“From the moment we met, I knew we were made for each other, (name).”

Nevertheless the awkward positioning, he slipped his fingers out of you and moved to grab your leg from the back of your knee. He lifted your leg until his cock had enough space to move and his hips surged forward.

A panicked sound left your lips when his cock moved between your folds rather than going inside like he had planned.

Before you could struggle, he pulled his hips back and thrust forward, angling his hips in the right direction. This time, it was a success.

Both of you moaned in unison.

Junpei buried his face into your neck and groaned loudly to the sensation of your warm cunt. Your gummy walls were sucking him right in. He couldn’t help slamming his hips into your pussy with a little too much force. You shook in his arms, nearly losing your balance “J-Jun,” you breathed, tone faint. “T-the movie.”

“Is that what you really want right now?” he whispered into your ear, thrusting in your cunt agitatedly.

You wanted to say something and shove him away so the two of you could focus on the movie that was playing on the screen instead but his cock stroked a sweet spot inside made you melt in his hold. You moaned instead, giving him the answer he wanted to hear.

He picked up a pace to fuck into you in a smooth motion and roughly pound into your pussy to steal cute little moans out of you. He was too lost in pleasure to be able to think. All he wanted was to feel your pussy clench around his cock.

His kisses on your neck turned into biting and you felt him lift your leg higher, launching both of you forward when you lost your balance. You managed to hold onto the TV stand while Junpei didn’t let the small accident interrupt him.

Letting go of your leg, he placed his hand on your back and pushed until you arched your back.

Now, he could thrust deeper inside you. Almost frantically, he started hammering his cock into your pussy. The impact caused you to place both hands on the furniture in front of you and hold onto it for dear life. Your clenching walls around him felt heavenly, he couldn’t stop moving his hips.

A shaky moan escaped your lips when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Your hands gripped the furniture and your toes curled at the sensation. At some point, your attention suddenly averted to Junpei’s wandering hands pulling your back flush against his chest as every thrust of his hips left you shaking and begging for more.

“J-Jun,” you whined.

He knew exactly what it meant. If he couldn’t tell from the neediness in your voice, he could tell it from the way your gummy walls started pulsating around his cock. Instead of picking up his pace and fucking you like an animal in heat like you thought he would do, Junpei tried to thrust deeper, stroking your sensitive spot with his cock until your vision turned white and you started rocking yourself back on Junpei’s cock. Only then his thrusts became harder, almost as if he wanted to claim you as his only.

“Can I do it inside?” Junpei didn’t need an answer but you gave him one anyway.

“Y-yeah.”

His pace suddenly slackened, he was close to his own orgasm. He pushed his cock in your pussy down to the base and you felt the slight twitch of his balls on your ass as thick spurts of seed filled your womb.

He lowly grunted, continuing to move his hips and fucking his seed into you with disgustingly wet sounds. Your legs started to shake under you, his hands on your hips were the only things keeping you standing up but once he let go of you, the support disappeared. You dropped on the floor, his cum oozed out of you and stained the carpet.

None of you said anything. Not when you were catching your breaths or when you were fixing your clothes.

It took you a full minute before you asked something so utterly idiotic. “Should I go home?”

At that exact moment, he understood why people enjoyed bullying others who were weaker than them.

“I thought you came here to watch the movie with me.” He dared to say.

You stared at him blankly, your gaze slowly turned to the movie that had been playing the whole time and a faint smile tugged at your lips as you reached for the remote control on the other side of the carpet to restart the movie.

~~~

In the next club meeting, Junpei brought the movie you had wanted to watch last week.

Although the other two groaned in unison, they sat through the entire movie once Junpei told them they owed you this.

As for you, watching the movie you had already seen a week ago was boring but the anticipation to watch another new release you had rented with Junpei after school was enough to keep you on the edge.

#wrote this for a reader after they said junpei was their fave and gifted it to them lol #idk if they follow me on tumblr but if they do... i love you <3 #reader is a leetle dumb #junpei x reader #junpei yoshino x reader

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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Healing

Prompts: So I’ve recently binged all your SS fics practically and I know you SWAMPED in prompts, but if this sounds like something you could enjoy creating I’d love to request a promt as well:

Set in your SS Butterfly Project, could we maybe get Virgil reacting to all the sides (specifically L and Ro) learning to heal, and bouncing between helping sooth everyone’s anxiety over all the changes? I’d just love under appreciated Virgil helping in the moments in between the healing process if that makes any sense…

I appreciate the he*l out of you regardless if you take this prompt or not; and you deserve all the kindness the world has to offer you. ❤️ - mylgbtbabies

I would take any fic where somethigns off and virgil knows it. Someone: Im sure its fine!! Virgil: Idk man Im anxiety my spooder sense be tingly. - anon

If you're taking requests for Sanders Sides uwu can I ask for something Virgil-centric? I just love the emo boy - anon

ahh yes the babes

Read on Ao3

Warnings: ngl this one's pretty much fluff

Pairings: DLAMP, LAMP, DLAMPR, that found family

Word Count: 3538

Healing: To restore to health or soundness; cure.

Healing: To ease or relieve (emotional distress).

* * *

Healing isn’t a linear process.

It’s messy, it’s hard, and no one should expect it to be anything otherwise. Humans are complicated, more often than not brains are absolute garbage, and trying to navigate everything on your own is difficult. Really difficult.

So is learning how to ask for help.

Virgil sighs and leans back against the couch as Roman continues to type on his laptop. He risks a glance up at Princey to see his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Every so often he’ll quirk his eyebrow in the way that means he just made a hilarious typo and has to go back. Virgil hides a smile as he turns his attention back to his phone. Can’t intrude too much on the process, that’s not how it works. He glances up to make sure no one’s coming down the stairs and shifts his weight again.

“Are you alright?”

There’s Roman, taking care of everyone else first. “I’m good, Princey, just trying not to fuck up my spine.”

“…do you want to come sit up here with me? I won’t mind.”

Virgil cranes his neck back, letting a slow and lazy smile come across his face. “Nah, ‘m good right here. You just make with the typey typey, okay?”

Roman smiles too, victory achieved. “Okay.”

“That’s my Princey.”

Virgil isn’t humble enough to not feel the little rush of pride at seeing a quick flush spread to Roman’s ears as he turns his attention back to his laptop. Suppressing a chuckle, he starts mindlessly scrolling again, getting sucked back into whatever’s contaminating his dash this time. What’s this about a k-drama…?

“Oh! There you are!”

Patton might not notice the way Roman startles, but Virgil does. He looks up and quickly shakes his head as Patton comes the rest of the way down the stairs.

“It’s work hours, Pat.”

“Oh, I thought—“ Virgil gives him a look that he knows Patton understands as Roman is setting the rules here, and he nods quickly— “well don’t mind me, I’m just getting a drink.”

Roman relaxes slightly as Patton bustles in and out of the kitchen, then a little more as Virgil reaches up to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” comes the quiet mumble.

“I gotcha, Princey. Work hours are your thing, I’m happy to help.”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, when Logan comes down the stairs carrying his computer, he takes one look at them in the living room before his mouth drops open slightly.

“Is it…work hours?”

“Mhm,” Virgil says, letting his head loll back, “you wanna join?”

“May I? I can be quiet as well.”

Virgil looks up at Roman. Roman glances up, smile softening when he sees it’s Logan, and gently pats the sofa next to him. Logan smiles too and yeah, okay, Virgil’s fine with his edge lord image fading slightly if it means he gets to be fond at watching these two nerds be gentle with each other.

The two of them start to type on their laptops, Logan’s constant murmurs of what he’s working on an amusing contrast to Roman’s silent yet expressive face. Virgil keeps the barrier there, warding off Janus and Remus when they try and drag the others into the dramatics—if anyone, especially Janus, tries to deny that he’s as much a part of it as Remus is, do not under any circumstances believe them—to keep the nerds safe.

After a while, when Virgil re-emerges from whatever deep dive he’s gone on this time—and yeah, he might be looking to pirate that k-drama, maybe—he realizes there’s no more typing. He looks up, a little concerned, only to be incredibly glad no one else is around to see him melt at the sight on the couch.

Roman’s laptop lies partially closed on his lap, the screen just touching the tops of his knuckles. His head and shoulders are angled toward Logan and his eyes are closed. Logan’s glasses are slipping slightly off his face, his head on Roman’s shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted slightly as his hair falls back into his face. His laptop has been set on the coffee table, somewhere safe.

Virgil shakes his head, standing and carefully taking Roman’s laptop from him. He saves whatever’s on it and sets it next to Logan’s. Then he takes the blanket from the back of the couch and carefully drapes it over the two of them. He slides Logan’s glasses from his face and undoes the top button of Princey’s collar. Can’t do for them to have a red mark, after all. And he sits back down to keep watch.

Sometimes, when they’re doing better, they ask for more. Roman comes to him sometimes and asks, very very quietly, but he does ask, for Virgil to come sit with him by his room. Virgil happily takes up residence in the warm spot in the hallway next to Roman’s room, right where the big windows are, soaking in the warmth from outside as Roman closes the door gently behind himself.

Something that everyone had to learn pretty quick once Logan and Roman started reaching out was that both of them are extremely private people. On the surface, it might seem like they’re different—and if they’re being honest, they certainly thought they were very different—but they aren’t. Not really. Roman hides behind being too much, Logan hides behind not being anything. Whether or not anyone actually knows them without any of the facades is up for debate.

Except each other. They…they…know each other.

Virgil would be lying if he said he isn’t a little jealous of how close the two of them have become. There are soft smiles they only have for each other now, little brushes of their hands against each other’s as a constant way of saying ‘I’m here, I see you, are you alright?’ And sometimes it’s Virgil’s job to sit outside one of their rooms as they try and hold each other steady.

Their company feels better than their solitude and it’s up to them to decide where that line is.

Today, Virgil’s just keeping an eye on Roman. Fielding off anyone who comes to knock on his door, glaring away the more persistent ones who don’t seem to understand that Roman needs his space right now, kindly fuck off. Logan comes around the corner and immediately understands and he sees them murmur quietly to each other when it’s time for dinner.

When he watches Logan, it’s a little harder. Because poor Logan is so used to pushing himself to the side to be able to make decisions, to help do things, that Virgil has to remind everyone involved that no, Logan’s enforced a boundary that means he doesn’t want to be disturbed right now, he’s allowed to do that, let’s leave him be for now. Left brain boys have to stick together.

But the others, to a certain extent, are easy. They care about Roman and Logan as much as Virgil does, and if it’s to help them, they’ll do whatever they have to. Protecting them from themselves…that’s another story.

Logan is too fucking good at pretending he’s fine. He’s too good at pretending he doesn’t have emotions, that he doesn’t care what’s going on unless it’s the absolute most illogical thing that’s happening. So, sometimes he has to work a little harder to get Logan to admit it.

“L,” he mutters as the others continue to argue, “check-in.”

“I’m fine.”

Janus shoots him a look as he continues to argue. Virgil tugs gently on Logan’s sleeve.

“No one’s gonna be mad if you say you aren’t, bud.”

Logan shakes his head firmly, eyes still trained on the way Patton and Janus are insisting that they’re the one right.

“Hey,” Virgil says softly, making them take a step back, “I need you to look at me, L.”

“What is the purpose of this?”

“You’re seizing up again.” Logan looks down at his hands, sees the way they’re shaking as Virgil gently runs a finger over the back of one of them. “It’s okay, bud, you’re gonna be fine, you just have to let yourself not be for a moment, okay?”

Logan risks a glance at the others but they haven’t noticed anything. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Judging by the way Janus is being more dramatic than normal and Roman has turned so his back is facing them, they’ve noticed something’s wrong and are purposefully not noticing anything else.

“Logan,” Virgil calls, “do you need a minute?”

Logan’s mouth opens, closes, then he nods sharply.

“Okay, thank you, I’m really proud of you for saying that. Can I sink you out?”

Another sharp nod.

Virgil sets his hand gently on Logan’s elbow and sinks them out, right outside Logan’s room. He nods to the door.

“Do you need to be alone for a moment? Or do you need me with you?”

Logan looks at the door. His hands shake again. Virgil sees them twitch toward his legs. Then he looks at Virgil and oh, okay, no, Virgil’s definitely coming inside.

“Come on,” he says, guiding hand still on Logan’s shoulder, “just through here, okay? I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

Logan looks small, Virgil decides he doesn’t like that. He presses a glass of water gently into Logan’s hands, watches as he drinks the whole thing without complaint, and then carefully sets one of Logan’s fluffier pillows into his lap for Logan to hang onto.

“Do you want to sit here for a moment?”

Logan nods, then buries his face in the pillow and breathes. Virgil closes his eyes and starts to breathe too, keeping it slow and steady as he breathes in, then out, then in, then out. When Logan’s breathing starts to hitch, he opens his eyes and scoots a little closer, wordlessly offering a shoulder. Logan takes it after a moment, his face still buried in the pillow even as his head comes to rest on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Let it out, bud,” Virgil murmurs into the crown of Logan’s head, “don’t try and keep any of that shit in you. It’s just me.”

Watching Logan cry isn’t fun. He doesn’t recommend it. But it’s much, much better than the alternative.

“Hey,” he calls again, a fresh glass of water in his hand, “drink, bud, it’ll help.”

Logan drinks, a little slower this time, as Virgil settles back on the bed, one leg folded under him.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to distract you?”

Logan shakes his head. “I…do not think distraction would be helpful.”

“Okay. Do you want me to give you the logical reason why this is fine, or the emotional one where I tell you how much we care?”

Logan sniffles.

“Both it is, then.” Virgil scoots closer, ready if Logan needs to lean against him again. “Despite the fact that your role is Logic, no one expects you to be entirely logical. You are a person, you have feelings and emotions, and they are as much a part of you as Logic is. Trying to deny that isn’t logical, nor productive. The reason you are who you are is equally due to both of those things.”

He softens his voice as Logan leans toward him again, smiling at how shamelessly Logan is asking to be comforted.

“And that’s why we care about you,” he mumbles, ignoring the heat rushing to his own face, “because you’re you. You’re…prissy and stuck-up and a know-it-all and it’s perfect, L. You’re our braincell and you’re fucking ours. You’re—you’re not going anywhere.”

Logan’s arms still grip the pillow tightly even as his head nudges its way under Virgil’s chin. Virgil smiles and lets him, only realizing he’s absentmindedly nuzzling Logan’s hair after a minute.

The others will be fine. Logan just needs a moment to check out.

Roman, on the other hand, fucking sucks at letting himself ask.

And yeah, Virgil’s not too proud to admit he still feels sick at how much he’s fucked that up for him. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and fix that now.

Princey’s gig as Creativity isn’t misplaced; Virgil’s equal parts impressed and dismayed at how well Roman’s managed to get himself what he needs without directly asking for it, be it a favor, a piece of feedback, or a conversation.

The one thing he can’t do that with is touch.

Roman needs physical contact like he needs water. He may run hotter than a goddamn furnace but he somehow manages to look cold. Watching him sit himself apart from everyone else hurts now, especially when Janus comes and confesses that he can hear how much Roman tries to insist that he doesn’t need affection from the others.

So, they built a system. Some with Roman’s knowledge, some without. Roman goes to them for comfort when he needs it, but sometimes, when he really needs it, it’s up to them to figure out just how much.

Remus knows his job when it comes to this. His brother is Roman and you don’t get to be a Dark Side without Janus as a dramatic caveat. He’s well-versed in blackmailing self-sacrificing idiots into taking care of themselves.

Remus finds Roman when Roman’s sitting alone, off to the side, staring out into the expanse of the Imagination. He sits down, brushes their shoulders together, and frowns when Roman apologizes and shifts further away.

That’s the first indication.

He suggests they go bother Patton, or sneak out to the field and practice cliff jumping. If Roman’s alright, he’ll roll his eyes and propose an alternative, or agree and they’ll scamper off. But instead, he smiles softly and says no thank-you, politely inviting Remus to stay if he likes, but he’d rather not move.

That’s the second indication.

The third one comes when Remus carefully—really carefully—prods at Roman to see how obvious Roman’s dazed state is. He’s barely there.

Time for reinforcements.

Who gets called depends on who’s around. Since Remus is usually the first one in the chain—although that responsibility does get bounced around—everyone else’s schedules make absolute consistency difficult.

Today, it’s Janus.

He sits on Roman’s other side, pressing their shoulders together. If he’s alright, he’ll lean into him, or at the very least, tolerate it. His presence is strong, enough to coax down his shields and that’ll be the end of it. But today, he scoots away from him too, another apology on his lips.

They exchange a look over Roman’s head.

No one banters quite like Remus and Janus, and sometimes that’s all it takes to pull him out of his head. Sometimes it’s an offer to go flounce around an abandoned castle, and there’s a small smile on his face as they leave.

Not today.

As a last resort, Janus reaches out and gently calls to him.

“My prince, are you alright?”

Sometimes it’s enough.

Not today.

“Alright,” Remus declares, getting up and clapping his hands, “time to pull out the big guns.”

Sometimes he’ll get up and walk with them, sometimes he won’t. He has carried him through the Mindscape before, but it was only once. And that was when he couldn’t actually move and they’d had a murmured conversation where he gave him permission to.

Today he gets up and follows them, confused as to what’s going on. They march him straight to a door and Remus knocks on it.

“Roman’s upset,” he says as soon as the door opens.

Virgil smiles and steps aside, letting him come in. Sometimes it’s a waiting game, sometimes Remus pushes him inside. But today, Roman bows his head and walks inside, letting Virgil close the door behind him.

Sometimes it’s a protest. Sometimes it’s a: ‘this really isn’t necessary,’ or a ‘do we have to do this?’ When that happens he indulges Roman, meets every quip with one of his own until he can knock Roman off-balance with well-placed sincerity and use his distraction to steer him to the bed.

Sometimes it’s an apology. It’s an: ‘I’m sure you’ve got other things to do, I can just go,’ and he shakes his head, tells Roman he’s more than happy to spend time with him. That no, he’s not being rude, that he all but asked for Roman to come. When that happens, he normally clams up, stays quiet, until he relents and gathers Roman up into a cuddle by the door.

Sometimes it’s silence. It’s a bowed head, curled up like a frightened animal, braced for punishment. It’s the moments where the gap between Light and Dark feels uncrossable. It’s the moments where the anger is disappointment, where the frustration is indifference, until he speaks first and murmurs that no, Roman’s not in trouble, he’s not here to lecture him, he’s hurt and he wants to help, as he takes Roman into his arms.

Every time it’s a fight.

It’s knowing that he can’t win because of course, he can’t win but this isn’t something he’s supposed to win but he can’t show weakness but he won’t have a choice because it’s the slow, patient kill that speaks of nothing but kindness and care but Virgil has enough to worry about and he doesn’t get to dump all of his problems on Virgil but he knows he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t care but he cares about everyone and Roman isn’t special but he knows that doesn’t matter and he needs this but it makes him want to rip all of his skin off and start over but then he’d get blood on his carpet and that wouldn’t be very polite either—

Virgil guides him to the couch with a hand on his back, sitting him down and bringing two cups of tea to the table. He cups Roman’s hand around one to gauge how warm it is and if his fingers grow too red, he sets it aside. He sits next to him and carefully reaches out.

Here she is, sitting right next to him, and yet he’s almost nowhere to be found.

He needs to relearn how to ask for comfort, for reassurance, for what he needs, but the wait hurts them both.

I’m trying, I’m trying, I promise, I’m sorry—

It’s alright, I’m right here, just ask, that’s all.

When he finally reaches out, Virgil snaps and bundles Roman into his arms. He tucks Roman up against his chest, letting him wind his arms as tightly as he needs to, guiding one leg, then the other, over his. Roman lets out a little whine as he tucks his face into the crook of his neck. He cards his fingers through Roman's hair and smiles as the poor prince melts into his arms.

The familiar protective instinct swells up and Virgil finds himself wanting very much to wrap him up in his hoodie and keep him safe from the universe.

He keeps his breathing even, hoping his heart doesn’t begin to race from the need to protect the Roman. This is for Roman, this is what he needs, to chase away the worries of the world and be safe.

Sometimes they fall asleep like that. Sometimes Roman needs to cry and he hushes him tenderly. Sometimes he seems convinced that if either of them lets go they’ll fly apart.

It doesn’t matter.

If he feels the safest with Virgil’s arms around him, his head on his chest, his heartbeat in his ear, the world could be on fire and he would not leave his side.

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cloudywriter · 3 years ago

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promposals

rowaelin month - september 1st

prompt: i just realized i’m desperately in love with you

hey guys!! it’s finally rowaelin month and i’m literally so excited you have no idea. sadly, i don’t have time to do every day but i’ll do as many as i can. i can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. happy writing/reading! (this is just some straight fluff)

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The school was abuzz, anticipation hung thick in the hallways during each passing period. It had been that way for a week or so now with prom on the horizon. Everyone was constantly on high alert for the next promposal, most desperately hoping it would be their own. Girls hung around their lockers inconspicuously for far longer than necessary and boys tried to play it cool while secretly fretting over who to ask and how to do it.

Rowan was over it pretty quickly, but he’d likely have to suffer through the next month of promposal after promposal. Today was no different, there was an asking in the parking lot before school, one in his first-period English class, another in the hallway after. He couldn’t escape it.

Thankfully, Rowan wasn’t quite as grumpy as he used to be due to a certain blonde worming into his life a few years ago but he was still Rowan. Sullen and reserved as ever. That fateful blonde being the only one to draw him from his shell.

Rowan sighed, aimlessly scrolling around on his phone. It was the passing period before his 3rd-period class, AP Biology, and Rowan was leaning against Aelin’s locker.

Aelin always stopped by her locker after her photography class to put her camera away and then they’d head to class together. It was their routine, the same every day. Not yet broken during their entire senior year which was quickly coming to a close. That was a subject Rowan didn’t want to broach though.

He cleared his head of those unsavory thoughts. Rowan could tell yet another proposal was gearing up, Ilias came around the corner holding a poster board in one hand and a bouquet of assorted flowers in the other. At that moment too, Aelin turned the corner, giving Rowan a small smile as she hurried towards him.

Rowan’s cold resting face tugged into a smirk as she approached her already open locker. Rowan always took it upon himself to open it for her in advance, Aelin tended to fumble with the locks that required a specific number combination and artful twisting.

As Aelin stored away her camera and shut her locker door with a thud, a gasp down the hallway had them both turning around.

Ansel was there, her hand cupping her mouth, clearly unsuspecting of Ilias and his proposal. They both watched as Ansel excitedly agreed to prom with Ilias and took the flowers from his outstretched hand, pulling him into a hug.

Aelin turned her attention away from the happy couple and began to walk towards their next class, Rowan following suit. They progressed for a bit in silence until Aelin spoke up.

“I hope Chaol asks me to prom soon,” she confessed.

Rowan almost choked, that single sentence baffling him. “Chaol?” He asked incredulously.

“Or Dorian,” Aelin shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her. Rowan was suddenly feeling very panicked, like a fish that had accidentally discovered land, flopping around in search of water in a frenzy. To say he felt confused was an understatement. Rowan hadn’t given prom much of his brainpower. He hadn’t even considered asking anyone. He’d just assumed he’d go with Aelin. Why would he have thought otherwise? They did everything together; he’d expected prom would be no different.

When they sat down at their blacktop table in biology Rowan silently floundered as he tried to think over this revelation. Why would Aelin want to go with someone else? Usually, before class started, he and Aelin would joke around until the teacher told them it was time to reel it in but today Rowan stared ahead, picking at the skin of his thumb. A nervous tick he’d developed throughout high school.

Should he ask someone else then? He couldn’t even think of anyone else he tolerated enough to spend the night with. Maybe Lyria? She was nice enough, always sharing her notes with him in English when he was too busy with lacrosse to do the reading. She was quiet, soft-spoken. Absolutely nothing like the girl sat next to him. That thought made him frown. Remelle? No, he could barely stand Remelle, but he knew she liked him so at least she’d definitely say yes.

Rowan was pretty much out of luck. Aelin and his friend group were to whom his time was devoted to, he didn’t branch out much beyond them.

He thought of Aelin all dressed up, maybe in a golden gown that catered to her love of theatrics. Possibly in a deep green that complemented her bright eyes and skin tone. He imagined her with her hair loosely curled and flowing down her back. The delicate, golden Kingsflame silhouette necklace he’d gotten her for her 18th birthday clasped around her neck. It was easy for Rowan to conjure up that image but he couldn’t picture her looking like that and holding onto Chaol’s arm. It felt so intensely wrong to even consider it.

It was always him. He always imagined her with him. They were a package deal in Rowan’s mind, but apparently not in Aelin’s.

Aelin seemed to be catching onto Rowan’s internal dilemma. Throughout the duration of the class, he could feel her watching him out of the corner of her peripheral, trying to gauge what could be wrong. She stayed quiet though and dutifully continued her notes that mostly consisted of a collection of small doodles. Rowan couldn’t help but watch and wonder how she truly felt about him.

For the rest of the school day, Rowan pretty much blew Aelin off. He sat between Lorcan and Fenrys at lunch instead of the 2 seats on the right side of the circular table that always housed Aelin and himself. He told her not to wait up in the stands during his lacrosse practice and to head home on her own instead. He could tell she was confused maybe even a little hurt but Rowan couldn’t bring himself to push aside his mass of feelings that had him acting strange.

He wasn’t even completely sure what was wrong with himself. The thought of Aelin accompanying another guy to prom shouldn’t affect him like it was; they were only best friends nothing more. She had free reign to go with whoever she wanted and she could get whoever, Aelin was a beautiful girl he wasn’t blind to that. He’d just thought it’d be him.

All throughout lacrosse practice, Rowan was distracted, missing the ball or the goal when he had it, a stark difference from his usual skill. His coach had already pulled him aside once and asked if he was feeling okay only to be given a grunted yeah before putting him back in. He only grew more upset with Aelin as he pondered the day’s events instead of keeping his head in the game. Some part of him knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help it. Why wouldn’t she want to share one of their last big moments of high school together?

And that’s how he continued to feel as he made the short drive home with his hefty lacrosse bag weighing down his shoulder and his school bag heavy on his back. When he finally entered the home he sighed, the scent of his mother’s cooking filling his nostrils. Honestly, he’d rather stay up in his room and stew than sit through family dinner right now but he knew it’d only prompt more questions from his parents. So he dropped his things by the door much to his mother’s chagrin and collapsed into one of the dining table’s chairs.

“Feeling alright, son?” His father’s silver brow rose, already catching on to his foul mood.

“Yeah, just tired,” Rowan confirmed, taking a sip of water.

His mother entered then, a dish of pasta cupped between her oven mitts that she placed in the center of the table. “How was practice?” She asked sweetly, stripping her hands of their cover and sitting down.

“It was fine.”

Rowan’s mother and father exchanged a look between themselves. He was normally much more talkative, always giving them updates on school, on plays they’d done during practice, on Aelin. Rowan chose to ignore their concerned expressions and instead served himself a helping of dinner silently.

His phone buzzed then from inside the pocket of his shorts. Rowan pulled it out to check the message and frowned at the screen.

fire-breathing b queen👑 : r u okay?

He stuck his phone back into his pocket instead of typing a reply and forced himself to eat the rest of his dinner. He only half-listened to his parents’ conversation about their days and what was going on in his dad’s office. Rowan knew he was stewing again, falling into a spiral of uncertainty.

“Rowan, honey, are you sure you’re okay?” His mother pressed, worry lining her brow.

Rowan’s lips formed a thin line. No, he wasn’t okay.

In a split-second decision, Rowan decided he was done dancing around whatever was going on between him and Aelin. “I need to go,” Rowan said suddenly, standing up from his chair that loudly scraped across the floor. His parents looked surprised by his outburst but didn’t stop him as he grabbed his keys from the little table by the front entrance and left.

Rowan didn’t even need to look at the road to know the way to Aelin’s house. The route was in his bones now and within a few minutes he was pulling up in front of her large white house. He hopped out of his truck, not even bothering to lock the doors before he pounded on her green-painted front door.

The door opened with a squeak and he saw Aelin standing there in one of her nightgowns that drove Rowan absolutely mad.

“You’re not going to prom with Chaol,” he rasped, pushing the hair falling on his forehead back with his hand.

“Huh?” Aelin was clearly confused as to why Rowan had come knocking at her door without preamble.

“You’re not going with him,” Rowan once again declared, standing his ground, ready to get everything off his chest before he lost the courage.

“Ro, I don’t get what you’re going on about. He hasn’t even asked me and if he doesn’t ask me I don’t know who’d I go with,” she admitted, her hand still holding the door open and her mouth in a serious line.

Rowan surges forward at that, gripping both of Aelin’s hands in his own. “You’d go with me, Aelin. I want you to go with me,” he pleaded with her, lifting her hands up to his chest. “Aelin,” he continued, “I don’t want to go with anyone else but you. I want to do everything with you, go everywhere with you. Gods, Aelin, you’re like my reason to breathe, to get up in the morning.”

“Row-” Aelin tried to interrupt, her blue eyes going wide.

“No, just let me finish, I- I know that sounds crazy and I know it’s so out of the blue and you didn’t expect me to show up outside your door like this and start professing my feelings,” Rowan was rambling now he knew. Everything he wanted to say to her was running through his mind like a freight train so much so he struggled to express it. The words were jumbled in his mind as if they were a bowl of alphabet soup in a blender. He just needed her to know how he felt.

“I- I just, I thought about you going to prom with Chaol or some other guy all damn day and I hated it. Gods, I couldn’t figure out why I hated it so much, it just it- it felt so wrong. Fireheart, I want you to be with me. Gods, I think I’m so desperately in love with you I’m going to combust or something.” Rowan was getting flustered now, he knew his face was burning and he was sweating, maybe from the humidity or maybe from the sheer weight of what he was confessing to his best friend. “Rowan,” Aelin started once again, her face contorted in pure shock.

“I know you might not feel the same Aelin, I knew I came here risking that, and if you don’t feel the same-”

“Rowan!” Aelin said with more force, bringing her hands to cup his face. “Listen to me,” she pleaded.

Rowan stopped trying to fight her and looked at her. He felt as though his stomach might fall out. His nerves were so intense as he stared into Aelin’s golden-ringed eyes.

“You’re just so fucking stupid,” Aelin breathed.

Rowan’s brow furrowed, he certainly hadn’t expected her to say that. “Wha-” he began.

He couldn’t even finish his thought before Aelin’s lips descended upon his own. She cradled his face in her hands as her soft lips moved against his in a slow rhythm. Rowan’s brain stalled and struggled to catch up with what the hell was happening.

He just knew this felt right, this felt so gods-damn right.

His hands were loosely wrapped around her wrists and they traveled lightly over her arms and moved to rest on her back and pull her into him.

Her body molded against his own. It felt like the final bit of a 50,000 piece puzzle had finally fallen into place after years of pouring over it. Rowan kissed Aelin back with just as much fever, desperate to keep her lips on his own. He brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips and she pulled back.

They both stood there, gulping down air as they stared at each other trying to navigate this unimaginable revelation.

“You’re- you’re not going to prom with Chaol, right?” Rowan finally managed to ask.

“No,” Aelin breathed. “I’ll go with you, I’ll always go with you.”

Their lips met once again.

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palaceofpassion · 3 years ago

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Breaking Ren 1.

Reposting this again, cause I’m almost done with the finale.

Ren being force feminized into a cute little femboy trap~

“Mr. Arc, Ms. Rose.” Came the stern voice of Professor Goodwitch, her piercing blue eyes gazing down on the two leaders. “Going forward, I hope that I won’t have to call you in anymore, am I clear?” Her stern voice caused the two students to shudder.

“Yes Ma’am!” Came the dual replies of Jaune Arc and Ruby Rose.

As the door closed in front of them, the two slumped in unison.

“This sucks.” Ruby’s voice breaking the silence.

“Tell me about it…” Jaune stood up straight, stretching his back, “I can’t believe we had to sit through another lecture because of Nora and Yang.” His normally goofy tone serious, frustration eking out.

“Tell me about it! And the others don’t help at all!” Ruby threw her arms into the air in frustration, the two of them now on the move back to their dorms.

They had once again been lectured due to the trouble that their teammates, specifically Yang and Nora had caused.

“Tell me about it, Ren just let’s Nora do what she wants, and Pyrrha, I love her, but she can’t handle Nora’s craziness.” A soft growl leaving his throat, his eyes glancing down to Ruby.

“I KNOW! Blake doesn’t bother helping with Yang, and Weiss gives me trouble because I can’t keep my older sister under control! It shouldn’t be my job! But apparently being a leader means we have to take all the flack for our teammates.”

“Coco doesn’t have to deal with this, her teammates are so well behaved! And why isn’t Cardin or Sun here? Their team’s always cause trouble! Why aren’t Nora or Yang here either way!?”

Several students watched as the duo made their way through, still in their training gear.

Glynda had held them back after combat class, neither had the chance to eat and both were still drenched in their own sweat. They were obviously tired, but had to deal with a several hour lecture on why they need to keep their teams under control, this had become an all to common occurrence.

“I dunno Jaune, but it’s getting annoying! I’m still hungry but the cafeteria is closed, now I just want to take a shower and go to sleep.”

Jaune grunted his response, he felt the same way, feeling his stomach grumble he resigned himself to a hungry night. Soon they made their way to their doors, “Night Rubes, good luck.”

“You two Jaune.” He watched as she made her way into her room, as soon as she entered he heard a crash, and a seriously miffed Ruby.

Resigning himself to a similar fate he made his way into the dorm. His teammates were still awake, Nora jumping on her bed, Ren sitting and meditating, and Pyrrha staring at him a worried and warm look on her face.

“Hey.” Was his only response, he should have come up with something better, but he was just tired.

Pyrrha looked as if she was going to say something, but then Nora interrupted her.

“Hey fearless leader! What took you so long!?”

Jaune stared at her, an incredulous look on his face. She couldn’t seriously be asking that, fuck, she was Nora of course she was. He wanted to say something but relented, no matter what he told her nothing would happen or change.

“Look, I’m just tired… I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” Pyrrha got up and handed him his clothes and a towel.

He gave her a warm smile, one that she returned in kind. “Thanks Pyr.”

“You’re welcome Jaune.” He looked at his other two teammates one more time and relented.

Turning around he made his way into the shower, turning on the water he shivered, realizing that all the hot water had been used. He growled, today was just not his day. Taking off his armor he let it drop the floor with a thud.

Staring down he felt his lower half twitch, with all the stress that his team, mostly Nora, had caused him, he hadn’t gotten the chance to relieve himself properly.

Once he removed his clothes he moved into the shower, originally he wanted to stroke one out, but with how cold the water was he could barely concentrate. It didn’t stop him from staying hard though, his frustrations grew when he heard a crash followed by Pyrrha’s voice, “NORA!”

Quickly turning the water off before he could even start to clean himself, he wrapped his towel around his waist, making his way out his eyes shot open.

His Guitar, the one that had been a gift from his sisters was in splinters on the floor. “Wha… What happened to my guitar?!” His normally kind voice filled with anger, causing the others to look at him in shock.

No one answered, but he already knew, his eyes shot to Nora. She stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

If he had been any less angry at this point, he would have noticed the way that Pyrrha eyed him, hunger in her gaze.

“Nora! What the hell happened?!” His voice commanding, he didn’t see Pyrrha shiver in an odd sense of delight.

“N...NOthing! It was an accident I swear!” Nor was panicking, she hadn’t meant to smash his guitar, she’d never do anything like that on purpose! But the look in her leaders eyes caused her to an unusually high amount of fear.

“Damn it! It was a gift from my sisters!” His eyes were dilating, and his pulse quickening, anger rising he made his way towards Nora, who started to sink back into her bed.

Though, before he could get any closer Ren stood in his way. Their eyes meeting, the silence that ensued caused a sense of tension that could be cut with a knife.

Ren was the first to break the silence, “Jaune, she didn’t do it on purpose, don’t yell at her.” His voice was stern, but this just just incensed Jaune further.

Yeah that’s how it always was, he wouldn’t help keep her under control, but the moment someone tried to discipline her he’d get in the way. Jaune felt his anger rise, he was tired, he was frustrated, he was angry, and he was god damn horny. His temper rising he glanced at Nora who shrunk back.

Once more he sized up Ren, he noticed something he never did before, Ren was awfully slim, his waist was similar to Weiss, but his hips were closer to Pyrrha’s. A sinister thought came to Jaune’s mind.

Closing his eyes he started to chuckle, this didn’t sit well with any of the other three, Nora watched on in fear, Pyrrha in worry, and Ren with a sense of nervousness. “Okay… okay… you don’t want me to discipline her, I get that. You don’t want to help keep her calm, I got that. So…”

His right hand suddenly grabbed the back of Ren’s head, his left shooting down to his waist reaching behind grabbing onto his ass. Squeezing he saw Ren wince in pain, “If I can’t discipline Nora, then I’ll discipline you. Starting from now on Ren?”

Everything was silent, no one could quite believe what Jaune was doing, “You’re going to be my bitch.” The shock on the other’s faces was audible. Before anyone could reply, Jaune smashed his lips into Rens, forcing the smaller boy back. His right hand leaving Ren’s head, now grabbing onto the other cheek, he squeezed and massaged.

There were a few things that Jaune hadn’t noticed before, Ren smelled really good, he had an incredibly feminine figure too, and a pretty face. His ass, which was normally covered by loose fitting clothing, was actually pretty big. It was nice and plump, so much so that Jaune couldn’t help himself. Pulling his right hand back he gave Ren’s ass a heavy and powerful slap.

Ren tried to pull back from Jaune’s advances but couldn’t, his lips parted when Jaune slapped him allowing Jaune’s tongue to invade. He continued to struggle, feeling the invading tongue assault his mouth, he didn’t know when but Jaune was clearly stronger than him now.

He began to panic, having to rely on his training and semblance to keep from completely freaking out. Though a stray thought entered his mind, why weren’t the girls helping?

Nora had no idea what was going on, one moment she messed up and was about to get scolded, the next Jaune-Jaune was assaulting her Renny, normally she would have put a stop to that, but she couldn’t move. Her body was incredibly tense, and the shock was too much for her.

Pyrrha was much the same, though, there was a growing fire in her body, this was hot. The way Jaune took command, and assaulted Ren, the way he said, no STATED, that Ren was going to be his bitch? She should be mad, jealous even, but she couldn’t help herself, this was the Jaune she knew he could be.

Jaune continued his assault, not letting Ren relax, his tongue pushed and pulled on Ren’s. Ren tasted pretty good if he was being honest, he felt Ren unconsciously moan with every squeeze, push and pull at his ass. Jaune felt his cock harden more under the towel, he couldn’t believe he was going to do this, but damned if someone was going to take responsibility.

After what seemed like an eternity he pulled away with a pop, Ren’s eyes hazed over, he wasn’t thinking straight. Jaune smiled as he removed his hands from Ren’s ass, grabbing onto the smaller boy he pushed him onto his bed, forcing him to sit. This caused Ren to sit down, his eyes staring up at Jaune.

Jaune smiled, his next action surprising everyone, especially Ren. “Pyrrha!” Her attention snapped towards him.

“Uh, y...yes Jaune?” He heard her hesitant, he couldn't’ blame her, but if anyone here would listen to him it’d be her.

“Pyr, grab my scroll, start recording, and make sure Nora can’t move.” Pyrrha was confused by his orders, though she loved the way he said it, that didn’t make it any less confusing.

When she didn’t respond he grew irritated, “Did I stutter?!”

The sudden rise in his voice caused her to panic, she grabbed his scroll put record on and made her way to Nora. Who was still in a daze. Pyrrha made sure to wrap her arms around Nora. She used her semblance to chain the poor girl down, a metal chain that they had used for training served this purpose.

She proceeded to record, using Jaune’s scroll confusion struck her, but that ended the moment that she heard a wet thud on the floor. Her jaw dropped, and drool escaped her lips, her eyes cast themselves lower as she finally got a view of Jaune’s penis. No that wasn’t the right word, it wasn’t a Penis it was a thick fat COCK. She swallowed hard as her throat grew dry.

Nora, hadn’t moved, she couldn’t. When Jaune dropped his towel her world came crashing down, a dark sense of dread filling the pit of her stomach.

Ren began to panic, he heard the thud before his brain fully registered what was going on. Before he could even register the sight his sense of smell was invaded. A sour, tangy, and salty smell invaded his nostrils, then he was hit with something. It was a powerful slap, smacking his face with a powerful thud. He felt himself still as he saw what was in front of him, it was a thick veiny cock, Jaune’s to be exact.

He swallowed hard and panicked, in the next moment he felt something hot touch his lips. Looking down he found the head of Jaune’s cock pressed up against his lips. He could smell it clearer now, it smelt like it hadn’t been cleaned yet, the must was strong. And he hated to admit himself, he felt his own penis grow hard. Though, no one would be able to notice.

He looked up at Jaune, who didn’t say anything.

Jaune placed his hand around his cock, he enjoyed the ensuing silence, the lustful look from Pyrrha, the stunned silence from Ren and Nora. Yes, this was good, there would need to be more of this.

He pressed the tip against Ren’s mouth again, he slid it across, allowing his precum to smear across his lips. “Ren…”

Ren took his eyes off of Jaune’s cock, just long enough to meet his, he felt the tip brush against his nose smearing a dollop of precum onto the tip.

“Ren, you know what I want you to do.”

Ren knew, but he hoped he was wrong, either way he wasn’t going to open his mouth. Though, this caused Jaune to become impatient. After a moment of silence he felt a heavy wet slap across his face. Jaune had just slapped him with his dick, before Ren could respond he was hit with another, this time from the left side.

“Open your mouth Ren.” Ren continued to defy him, though he had to wonder why he hadn’t put up more resistance. Then the thought hit him, he’d always stand up for Nora but never himself. Good, he could make use of this.

Using his free hand he grabbed onto Ren’s nose and pinched it close.

Ren tried to reach out to pull Jaune away, or to defend himself but the moment he did he felt a pressure on his own groin. Jaune’s leg had shifted to make sure that if he tried anything he’d be in pain himself. Ren did his best to hold on, but he could only last a minute before he needed air. Opening his mouth to breath he found it instantly invaded.

The taste came first, it was awful, it was musky, sour, tangy, and salty. The flavor alone made him want to gag, he could taste the left overs of Jaune’s pee, as well as the bit of precum. He wanted to say something, to do anything, but he couldn’t. Next came the sensation of having it in his mouth, it was huge, stretching his jaw to an uncomfortable degree. His tongue rubbing against the lower parts, he could feel the veins slide across it. He shuddered in disgust, this wasn’t something he ever wanted to do, and he absolutely hated it. More so when he felt it slide to the back of his throat, causing him to gag. Ren had never taken anything this big before, and it made him uncomfortable, so much so that he wanted to throw up, but there wasn’t any room for that!

Pyrrha’s eyes shot wide as she watched Jaune just slam his cock into Ren’s mouth. She watched him force himself all the way to the base. The fire in her core became more intense as she began to rub her thighs together, she should be helping Ren! But instead, she felt an intense desire grow in her, she needed Jaune to do the same to her, she should have been jealous but she couldn’t be, this was insanely hot. She just hoped that once he was done with Ren, he’d do the same to her.

Nora wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't’ find her voice, she couldn’t move. All of her normally strong nerves gave way, her body shook in fear, this wasn’t her fearless kind leader, this wasn’t her sister Pyrrha! What was going on?!

“Oh Shit!” Jaune wasn’t one to curse, but he was just so frustrated and tired. He couldn’t believe he’d done it, he shoved his cock all the way into Ren’s throat. He felt it clench around trying to force him out. He took a moment, just stood there, he enjoyed the heat coming from Ren’s mouth, the way that his tongue moved around struggling to push him out. God this felt good, it was exhilarating. His hands had moved to grab Ren’s head, he made sure that he wouldn’t pull back.

He felt Ren begin to panic, his breathing became tense and quick, he was running out of breath. Jaune smiled, he waited till the very last moment and then he pulled out. He watched as strings of saliva trailed from his dick to Ren’s mouth, he watched as his friend, no his bitch, cough as air escaped his longs.

“Jau Ne! You… why... !?” Ren could barely get the words out, he was trying his best to breath, to get air back in his longs, and not to vomit. The taste was still there, it was awful, it was far worse than the smell. He did his best to remain calm, to try to analyze the situation, but as he started to look back up it happened again, he felt Jaune’s pelvis smash into his face once more.

“Shit Ren, you’re mouth is so tight.” Jaune let out a soft groan, he once again stayed there, letting Ren's warm mouth envelope his throbbing dick. This wouldn’t be enough though, he would have to start moving soon, though he could enjoy it just a little longer. “You never talk, might as well make use of it!”

Jaune pulled out one more time, this time though he didn’t come all the way out. His dick was covered in saliva, he felt Ren’s mouth clench around it. He smiled as he looked at Ren’s lips pucker, “Shit you really do have dick sucking lips, they’re plump and ready.” Once more he thrust in with a wet smack.

Ren began to gag again, his throat was being violated so thoroughly, his mind was going numb. The taste was horrendous and the smell was getting to him, it was causing his body to stop listening to him. He felt Jaune enter his mouth again, only to pull out shortly after. He felt him repeat this over and over, he could hear the wet smacks from inside, he could taste the percum that started to drip out more fervently. Soon his eyes began to roll to the back of his head, he couldn’t stay conscious for much longer.

Jaune continued, everytime he pulled out, more saliva and a little bit of his precum began to gather. Ren’s lips were moist and wet now, a mix of his saliva and cum coating them in a nice gloss.

He began to pick up the pace, the sound of his wet smacking filled the otherwise silent room. He turned to Pyrrha who had slid her hands between her legs. Fuck that was hot, she was still recording and her attention was fully on his thrusting hips. She was watching his dick like a hawk, he’d have to reward her later. Turning his attention to Nora he could see tears forming, as she struggled against her bindings. Part of him felt awful, it tore his heart to see her that way. But, she deserved this, he was their leader and he would execute punishment.

His hips continued to piston back and forth, Ren no longer struggling against his thrusts. It didn’t take long, he had been ready to release a good while ago and had only held on to enjoy the feeling. It didn’t happen all at once, he felt his cum begin to splurge out of his dick, his hips continuing to move. Everytime he pulled out his cock was coated in his own semen and saliva, thick white webs stringing between the two Ren’s lips and his dick. When he felt the strongest pulse he pushed himself all the way down Ren’s throat, leaving his cock there forcing Ren to wake in order to not drown.

Ren felt sick, he felt Jaune’s seed spill down his throat and into his stomach. It was a disgusting feeling and it made his skin crawl, but a very tiny part of him found this exotic, his penis twitched in his pajamas, a small amount of precum staining them. He felt the hot thick fluid get stuck from time to time, forcing him to swall around Jaune’s heavy dick, something he seemed to enjoy. When he felt it stop, Jaune pulled out, he watched as thick webs of saliva and cum stretched and connected his mouth to Jaune’s still twitching dick. Ren hated the taste, but at least it was over.

It wasn’t over, Jaune was just getting started. He said Rene was going to be his bitch, so he was going to make him his bitch. Thankfully Ren was too tired to resist, and Nora had already cried herself into exhaustion, Pyrrha? Apparently she had just had her own orgasm, if her sudden janky movements were anything to go by. He’d definitely have to treat her later, she was being such a good teammate, unlike these two.

Jaune watched as Ren heaved for air, his chest rising and falling, then he noticed it the small stain on Ren’s pants. He began to laugh, catching Ren’s attention, “Alright, you ready for part two of bitch training?” The look of fear on Ren’s face told him that no, no he wasn’t ready.

Jaune grabbed onto Ren’s shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the side. Jaune pushed his exhausted teammate back, he watched as Ren’s chest rose and fell, he admired the view. Ren was far more womanly than most of the woman he’d seen. His waist was thin and he didn’t have an announce of visible muscle. Jaune couldn’t help but lick his lips.

Reaching to the end of Ren’s pants he pulled them off, only to pause once he saw Ren’s penis. A gleeful smile appeared on his face as he positioned himself between Ren’s legs. “Hahahaha! Hey Nora!”

Nora’s turned to Jaune, her eyes puffy and red, “You don't have anything to worry about, Ren wouldn’t have been able to satisfy you after all.” Her confusion ceased when she saw where Jaune was looking.

“Ren, this isn’t a cock.” Jaune smiled as he slid his hand against Ren’s penis, fully erect it only reached up to 3 inches, his testicals were small and smooth, and there wasn’t an ounce of pubic hair. “This Ren, this is a cock.” He pulled his now hard dick and slapped it across Ren’s pelvis placing it next to Ren’s.

Pyrrha made sure to record with increased interest, the difference was tremendous, Jaune’s was 4 times as large as Ren’s. She felt bad for her friend, she didn’t enjoy his humiliation, but she was getting off on Jaune’s commanding tone.

“Don’t worry Nora, I was planning on keeping Ren for myself, you don't have to worry bout this.” Jaune slapped his cock against Ren’s, a loud meaty thwack was the response. He watched Nora panic, good this was really her punishment.

Honestly, he hated that he was doing this, but his lust, and frustrations drove him over the edge. He didn't believe that the size of a man’s dick mattered, not in the slightest. But in this case it did, only because Jaune was going to turn Ren into his woman, he wouldn’t need it anyways.

Turning his attention back to Ren, he smiled leaning forward he placed gentle kisses into the crevice of Ren’s neck. “Don’t worry, you won’t need it, you’re going to be my bitch now Ren… no Lie.” He smiled as he heard Ren’s calm facade crack at the use of his first name. “No… Lian.”

Jaune’s hands traveled across Ren’s slender frame, he had to be as thin and soft as Weiss, this was insane! He had joked about it earlier, but Ren really did have a womanly figure, wide hips a big ass and a small waist. Pulling himself back up he pulled away, flipping Ren over and putting him in the middle of the bed.

Jaune climbed up after him, his fr… no his bitch didn’t move, instead he simply laid there. Jaune took the time to enjoy the rear view. His cock was hard, as he watched Ren’s prime ass. “Shit, you’re definitely better off as my woman Ren. That ass was made to fuck.” Ren had a fine ass, it was big and round, the kind meant to be pounded. He estimated it was probably bigger than Blakes, good thing too, Ren was far more attractive than Blake was anyways.

Jaune positioned himself behind Ren, pulling his bitch so that way his legs rested on Jaune’s lap. He slid his cock between Ren’s ass and began to position himself, moving his hips back and forth to get a good feel. He watched as his girth vanished in the crevice, “You’re ass is so fine.” He raised his hand into the air, Pyrrha’s breathing stilled as she prepared for what was to come, Nora panicked, Ren had no idea.

THWACK! THWACK THWACK! “MMMMPH!” Three powerful slaps, Jaune had hit Ren’s jiggling ass three times, each one causing vibrations to travel through his rear. Ren felt intense pain going through his body, he wanted to scream out in pain, but he couldn’t. His throat was still sore from being raped, he could barely swallow as it was.

“Damn, Damn that’s hot.” He did it again, and again, “This is an ass, that was made to spank! Lian! You were made to be my bitch!” THWACK! Jaune hit it again for good measure. “Pyrrha!”

Pyrrha’s attention snapped to Jaune, she had been too entranced by what was going on. “Yes Jaune~” Her tone was seductive, she had to have Jaune, oh god she needed him.

Jaune noticed it, and felt a chill down his spine, he stared at her and his heart fluttered, god she was amazing and he’d be lucky if she’d even consider him. Though, with the way things were going tonight, well that probably wasn’t too far off. He felt his nerves falter as he tried to think of a response, “Right… uh, right, get closer, I want you to record this, I’m going to turn really start the bitch making program now.”

Pyrrha sucked in some air, time to be straight forward, “Only if fuck me after.” There she said it! She watched Jaune for any change, she got none.

“No.”

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, she felt tears start to form at the corners of her eyes.

“No you deserve to be loved, not fucked, I’ll make love to you. I’ll be yours only if you’re mine.”

And just like that, her mood did a 180, she pounced forward almost bowling Jaune over as she wrapped her arms around his sweaty form. Unlike Ren she loved the smell, she adored it and it drove her wild, his musk was intense and she needed it close up. Their lips met in a searing kiss, with a pop she pulled away, “Yes please!” Both smiled, staring at each other lovingly.

Nora felt dumbfounded, what happened, what was going on?! Why were they happy but she wasn’t! She needed to help Renny! But she couldn’t move, she didn’t have the strength.

Ren should have been happy for his friends, he really should have, but he couldn’t be the only thing he could be right now was in pain.

“Right, make sure to get this okay?” Jaune said as he smiled at Pyrrha, she nodded inr response with an equal smile on her face.

“Right, here we go Ren, time to make you my woman.” Jaune put the tip of his cock against Ren’s asshole, Ren in response tensed and tried to squirm, though he had no strength. He needed to pull away, but before anything could happen, before Nora realized what was happening, before Ren could protest, Jaune slammed his cock in with a loud smack. Jaune felt his pelvis hit Ren’s plump pillowy ass, cushioning the powerful thrust.

“Holy! Lian! It’s so hot, you’re going to melt my dick off!” The intense heat along with the clenching force of Lian’s ass. Jaune pushed his weight on top of Lian, forcing his body down and pressing him tightly against the bed. He reached forward his arms wrapping around Lian’s neck and head forcing him into a headlock. “Shit!” He began to move, SMACK SCHMACK SCHMACK!

Pyrrha began sliding her fingers through her lower lips again, she’d decided on discarding her lower pajamas and fully embraced the debauched show in front of her. She watched as her now boyfriend began to slam his bitch, she watched his hips pull back his thick fat cock pulling out of her friends ass only for it to slam back in less than a second later. She watched the way that his ass rippled with each thrust, the way that Jaune increased his pace, pounding their once teammate into the bed with force.

The only audible sounds were the creaking of the bed and the smacking of wet flesh. Jaune loved it, it was intense, and it was hot, he’d never felt this good before. He imagined how it would be to be in Pyrrha right now, how hot her folds would be. He wanted to be in her soon, now even! He continued to imagine he was fucking Pyrrha, his thrusts ecame stronger, faster, harder! He felt his body tense, he was about to cum. Pulling back he lifted Lian up by the head, still keeping him in a headlock. He pulled Lian onto his lap, bouncing her up and down forcing her to take his cock. Right her, Lian wasn’t Ren anymore, no she was his toy, his bitch, his fuck hole. He continued to thrust, forcing Lian’s legs open he gave Nora a good show, he watched in horror, fear, and possibly arousal. He let her see the way that Lian’s little dick flopped up and down, the way that his thick cock pulled in and out of her ass pussy. “Fuck, I’m almost at my limit!”

Ren had hit his far before Jaune did, the way that he felt Jaune press against him, he kept hitting his prostate causing a sense of pleasure to fill his body one he hated. He was mostly in pain, Jaune’s cock had split him open in ways he never wanted and it hurt. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he felt his penis splurt, he watched as Jaune brought him closer to Nora.

He felt shame, only his semblance preventing him from acting on it, he watched as his little splurts of cum splashed onto Nora’s shocked face. Then he felt an intense heat in his organs, Jaune released his seed once more, this time much more powerful than when he had buried himself in his throat. Ren felt the seme fill his intestine, the way it reached his stomach and caused him to bulge, that shouldn't’ have been possible, but he felt so full he watched his stomach inflate a little at the amount of seme invading his insides. He felt nothing but shame as Jaune pulled out, still cumming, leaving his ass a gaping mess. He watched as he covered Nora in his seed, the way her eyes glazed over at the scent. He watched as her face contorted into anger, fear, and something else he couldn’t place. He watched as tears formed on her eyes, she closed them and fell back, soft sobs escaping her lips.

Jaune smiled, this was a good punishment, he’d make it up to them later, maybe when he had them both tamed. But for now, now this would do. He grabbed Lian once more, tossing her onto her bed, he watched her asshole gape, his semen dripping out, most of it was still inside. He’d done a good job, he watched as Pyrrha scooted next to him, the Camera trained on Lian’s ass, then over to Nora.

“Mmmm, good job.” She said with a smile on her face, giving him a small peck on the cheek. “Thanks, couldn’t have done it without you.” He returned the gesture, grabbing the scroll from her hands he turned off the camera. “So… you wanna take this to the bath? I kind of really need one.”

Pyrrha thought on it for a second before nodding, the two of them made their way to both get cleaned, but to also have some fun, the door closing.

The next morning everything seemed normal, at least, it would have been. Nora was incredibly quiet, Pyrrha was incredibly happy, Jaune was incredibly confident, and Lian? Well she was dressed in one of Pyrrha’s school outfits, makeup on her face with minor touch ups to help show her more feminine nature. Jaune had fitted her with one of Pyrrha’s corsets, to help train her waist a bit more. He had also done her hair differently, putting it in a more girlish side ponytail one that came off the right side of her head. The best part was that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he could take her whenever he wanted, on her penis was a small chastity lock that Pyrrha had made for her.

The team made their way out, Pyrrha and Jaune hand in hand, Ren and Nora quietly after them. They were greeted by Team RWBY, well by Ruby anyways. Jaune noticed the flush faces of her teammates, the way they wouldn’t look up. He heard a vibrating sound, and noticed a remote in Ruby’s hand. He smiled at her, and she returned it.

“I see ya had a good night, huh VB?” His smile grew.

“I can say the same about you CF.” They both started to laugh together, “I can see that that school is going to be great going forward.” She nodded in response and they led their teams onward to face the day.

#femboy Ren #Lie Ren #Jaune Arc

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purpleyellow · 4 years ago

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It’s a mess

NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“The C in NCT stands for Chaos: A copilation of random moments during NCT 2020″

requested by: anon

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

“Do you know how to wink?” Sungchan asked Bee when they were sitting behind the scenes of the photoshoot. “Some members were struggling earlier”

“Yeah, I do” She giggled, politely denying as he tried to pass her a bag of chips “Thanks but I haven’t done my solo shots yet”

“Oh, okay” He nodded taking a mouthful “How many members have finished already?”

“I think half of them must be done” She answered, giggling after a few seconds “Small talk makes things awkward. Do you want to go see what the rest are doing?”

“Yeah, let’s go”. Getting up, they walked along the staff until finding Jungwoo and Kun talking on the side. Sprinting towards them, Bee crashed Kun in a hug while the two boys greeted each other.

“Do I want to know what you’re up to?” The oldest giggled as she bounced on her feet.

“We’re just passing time” She said casually and Jungwoo shook his head, placing both his hands on the side of her face and turning it towards Kun.

“Don’t trust this little face. She’s ready to backstab us at any point” Squeezing her cheeks together at the last word, the boys laughed at her confused face and let it go. “Oh, Taeil Hyung. Let us get a word from you”.

Approaching them carefully, Taeil laughed as Jungwoo threw his arm over his shoulder and began asking random questions about the weather.

“What’s going on right now?” Bee giggled to Sungchan who only shrugged, also entertained by the random switches to English on their conversation.

“Oh, the sky is showing signs of gloominess so maybe later we’re going to get a rainstorm” Johnny showed up talking in some very quick English making Taeil smile while repeating “Yes” and the little group watching laugh a little lost.

“Don’t you think that rain is good for the environment? That way the plants get watered, and it’s part of nature’s natural cycle” Turning to her, Johnny kept babbling the first thing that came to his mind.

Staring with wide eyes, Bee’s face broke into a beaming smile as she spoke in English the first sentence she had remembered “Nctzens are so pretty. Thank you for your love"

“We actually grew close as a group, I don’t think there’s anyone who needs a little push”. Taeyong answered a comment that asked if there was anyone who was still awkward with each other.

The vlive before the music video was going quite smooth so far, allowing Bee to just watch and rest her head on Xiaojun’s shoulder.

“Actually,” Jaemin’s voice interrupted them for looking at another question, and he smiled at the girl “I haven’t seen Jaehyun Hyung and Bee interacting even now”

“Oh, true” Lucas clapped nodding and Doyoung agreed “It’s only when we’re as a group, maybe we need to make an episode for them”

“But we’re not awkward with each other” The girl tried to defend herself by going back to the original question “We just don’t interact that much”

“If we left the two of you alone it would probably get awkward”. Taeyong laughed at her pouting, Jaehyun also joining on her side saying “It wouldn’t, we actually went out for drinks a few weeks ago”.

Falling silent, the room turned towards him frowning making the boy shrug with Doyoung and Jaemin gasping “You what?” “When?”.

Bee nodded swinging her feet around and added towards Jaemin “I told you when I was leaving, you nodded and everything”

“I have no memory of such thing” The boy frowned further “Are you lying to us?”.

“Do you have a picture or something to prove?” Doyoung asked laughing incredulous and Jaehyun pulled out his phone, scrolling through the gallery as Bee laughed at their shocked faces.

“I can’t show it to the camera”. He chuckled stealing a glance at the managers and turning his phone sideways. The screen showing to those sitting next to him the selfie he had taken along with the girl, Jungkook and Sunny from BTS.

“Why is this getting weirder?” Taeyong giggled as Bee and Jaehyun laughed at their questions and turned his attention back to the iPad. “Well, let’s move on”

“If I hear ‘Ayo listen up’ one more time in the next five minutes I might punch someone” Bee groaned sitting on the ground. Her threat doing nothing but entertain Shotaro who sat next to her and make Haechan and Ten laugh.

“We only got a two-minute break, so I think I’m changing places”. Hyuck chuckled walking lazily as the line formation was broken and stood behind Bee, making his legs work as a backrest for her.

Almost at the same time, Chenle’s voice could be heard shouting the same lines she had just complained about. Extending her arm, Bee softly tapped Shotaro’s heels and relaxed back into her position as he played along and pretended to be hurt.

“Yun-hee don’t hurt your friends” Haechan whined holding her arms and shaking her, the movement made her head roll loosely and a few giggles erupt. Poking the top of her scalp, Hyuck bent down to stare at her “Why are you so tired, all we did so far was stand”.

“I’m doing a growing plan. Lots of food and sleep to see if I add a few centimeters to my height” She answered closing her eyes and missing the look between the boys.

“I think we need to wake her up” Shotaro laughed getting up and holding her legs. Following his train of thought, Haechan held under her arms, and they began slowly swinging her body.

Laughing, Bee tried to loosen her body up as much as possible as they increased the speed. Some members around laughing as well and Lucas suddenly standing a little away from them, holding out his arms and joking “Throw her, throw her. I’ll catch it”.

Scared of the possibility of being thrown around and falling because of the clumsy boy, the girl tensed up allowing Shotaro to drop her legs making her stand-up, shaking her head giggling.

“Did anyone see Doyoung?” One of the managers put his head through the door shouting and somebody shouted back “He went to the other dressing room”. The door closing instantly as he left in a hurry.

Towards the back of the room, Bee sat on the ground with Winwin, Hendery, Jeno and Sungchan. Since they were all ready to go back on stage, they decided to play some racing game on their phones while waiting for the rest.

“Who’s red? I’m after red. Red, please slow down” The girl commented not paying attention to what they were saying and Jeno hummed.

“I’m red, you’re after me?” He asked but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing “Well, not anymore”.

Just as he said that, his car released a black substance making Bee’s car slowdown and get left behind by the others. A cheer of laughter erupting from the boy and Sungchan, while Hendery chuckled a “Noo”.

Putting her phone down, Bee slapped his arm just on time for another manager to walk inside and prompt them to go back on the stage. Throwing their phones on the couch, the group, as well as the members who were just done getting retouched, made their way to the staircase.

After performing other songs, the members started doing some speeches, arranging themselves in a line. Just as Bee was going to her place, Jeno came from her side and bumped shoulders with her standing on the marked spot. Hendery who has watched the exchange laughed remembering the game they had played.

Smiling smug, Jeno pretended to look over her head before staring back at Mark who had been talking. Patting the girl on the head, Hendery bent a little forward, indicating her to jump on his back, that way gaining some height.

Poking Jeno’s head, Bee and Hendery each did a fighting stance with their arms, making the boy laugh this time a little louder. Taeil, Yuta and YangYang join them despite not knowing what was going on.

“Oh, are we teaming up against Jeno?” Haechan said excited, throwing a few punches on the air and soon almost everyone was doing karate poses.

After ten seconds, almost in agreement, everyone stopped and stared at each other, laughing at how random the moment was. Clearing his throat, Mark said awkwardly not sure of what to do next “May I continue?”

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spacedikut · 4 years ago

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(nearly) lost love ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: “hi idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i’d love to read something where the reader ends up getting hurt somehow (maybe by an unsub) and is in the hospital and spencer is super worried about her and maybe confesses his feelings for her bc he thought he was gonna lose her?? idk just something super fluffy with a little angst if you’re up for it” 2890 words

a/n: im gon na be honest idk how to write angst so i just went where the story took me????

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Spencer was proudly stood in front of his geological profile in the Austin precinct when the frantic call was made over the comms.

“Agent down! I repeat, Agent down! We need a medic!”

It was Morgan’s booming voice, firm and commanding, and Spencer first felt relief knowing at least Morgan was safe. But fear follows, prickling through his entire body when, oh no, someone on his team has been injured.

Morgan kept his comm connected. Spencer could hear all the chaos on the other end – he picked up that JJ was counting bodies, there was at least four medics requested, and, the most gut-wrenching for Spencer, was listening to Morgan repeat variations of, “Stay with me Y/N. Don’t close your eyes – listen to me, baby, stay with me, Y/N!”

You. You were the agent down.

You, who, less than two hours ago, laughed at your own joke so hard you couldn’t get it out. You, who made plans with him to go shopping for Halloween decorations that weekend (which Spencer was way too excited about, by the way). You.

You, who Spencer recently realised he’s in love with.

Why does he feel like this is his fault? He knows, logically, it isn’t – the obvious reason is because Spencer wasn’t there (which, a little voice in the back of his head says well maybe if you were there this wouldn’t have happened…) and it’s likely that this is entirely the ubsub’s fault. He attacked and you were the unlucky target.

But the history of Spencer’s love life shows there is a definite risk to being associated with him.

Is this the world’s way of telling him he shouldn’t love you? He shouldn’t tell you he loves you?

Was the big speech Derek gave him, the month they spent building Spencer’s confidence up, all for nothing? Because Spencer’s cursed?

This isn’t about you, Spencer, he thinks, angry at himself. God, you’re hurt, injuries still unknown, and he’s floundering because he’s convinced himself he’s cursed.

“Reid? You there?”

It’s Morgan, still talking through the comm, and it knocks Spencer out of his head. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Y/N? Is it Y/N? Is she okay?”

Morgan’s voice is calm and collected, as always, “Hey, kid, chill. She’s with a medic on the way to the hospital. You wanna-“

“I’ll meet you there.”

Spencer dashes out of the room.

+++

When he arrives, Hotch and JJ are waiting for him at the entrance. JJ expected Spencer to be worried, a little agitated, but she didn’t expect him to look so dishevelled and distressed. His hair, usually so well-kempt, sticks up in all directions. He abandoned his jacket and satchel at the station, obviously in a rush, and now his shoelace is untied and it’s giving JJ anxiety.

“Reid,” Hotch greets.

“How-“

“She’s fine, she’s okay,” JJ immediately says. Spencer has always said JJ knows exactly how to soothe him. “A nasty knock to the head, but she’s been taken care of and she’s resting now.”

Spencer’s whole body sighs in relief.

He sounds fragile when he asks, “Can I see her?”

JJ gives a small, bittersweet smile, then gestures for Spencer to follow her. He stays close, basically standing on her heels, the entire way to your room, where Emily is leaving.

He struts straight in, acknowledging no one, intent on seeing you and seeing you only.

You lie there, lifeless. All he can hear is the haunting sound of the heart monitor, combined with your chest minimally moving up and down being the only signs you’re alive. You’ve lost all your usual colour – Spencer recalls JJ mumbling something about you losing a lot of blood – and the whole sight makes his stomach lurch.

He walks in, and walks right back out.

Everyone shares looks of bewilderment. He did a complete 180, hardly sparing you a glance, and ran straight into the hospital’s bathroom where the team hears the distinct sound of retching.

Derek sighs and follows him. Their gazes meet: Spencer’s head barely lifting from the toilet bowl, Derek shutting and locking the bathroom door with pitying eyes.

“I’m sorry-“ Spencer starts.

“Don’t apologise. How you feeling?”

He groans in response, leaning against the wall. He begs himself to not think about all the germs and diseases that are probably infesting his body as they speak – his heart stings too much in his chest for that.

Spencer swallows the stone in his throat, grimacing at the remnants of bile, “Seeing her like that..”

“I know.”

“I never thought I’d see her like that. I’ve never wanted to see her like that and-and.. I couldn’t be there to protect her and help her-“

“None of this is your fault, Reid. It’s not your fault, or her fault, or anyone’s fault except the guy that did this. And he’s dead. And she’ll be fine. Please,” Derek warns, “Don’t guilt yourself into mayhem. I know you, and I know her, and all she wants is for you to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up. If not, or if she finds out you’re beating yourself up over this, she’ll kill you, man. With her bare hands.”

Derek’s smirking at the end of his speech because he’s right and Spencer knows it too. And Spencer can’t refrain from grinning a little at the thought of you, just gaining consciousness, and leaping from your bed to smack some sense into him.

You’re incredible. Which both pains him and makes him fall for you harder.

When Spencer rises and starts swirling his mouth out with water, Derek gives him a firm pat on the shoulder and leaves, Spencer not far behind.

This time, he won’t run out of the room like a weakling. Because it’s you and you need him to be there for you.

It’s what you’d do for him. And before that thought can go any further, he’s taking a deep breath and opening the door.

You’re still resting, looking exactly the same as when he first saw you, and his stomach jumps into his throat again – it pains him to see you like this.

But Penelope is leaning over you, fingers brushing your hair back with the trademarked tenderness that is Penelope Garcia. You’ve always called her your Fairy Godmother, your guardian angel, the true love of your life.

Maybe you’d rather see her when you first wake up.

So he stays back, lingering by the entrance of the room, until Rossi nudges him and he stumbles to the top of your bed. Right by your face, your oh-so-gorgeous but bruised face, and Spencer stares.

He can’t explain how glad he is that you’re okay. You’re here, a little beaten up, but he knows that in a couple days, maximum a week, you’ll be back in the bullpen with your quirks and nudges and warmth that is so you and he’ll never let anything come near you again.

(He knows he can’t actually do that. You wouldn’t let him. But he still thinks it, because he loves you and he’ll do anything for you)

The team silently agrees that Spencer will be the one to stay with you. At least until you wake up.

(Why? You might ask. Because you drunkenly told the girls that you’re convinced the closest thing to heaven on Earth would be waking up and Spencer Reid being the first thing you see every day. Ever since, they’ve committed themselves to trying to set you two up)

Spencer sleeps next to your bed, cramped in the uncomfortable and tiny chair, until about seven am. Then he recites some books in his head, just to pass the time. Then Penelope calls.

“I’m on my way with baked goods, Doctor. Would you like me to pick something up for you and the sleeping beauty?”

Spencer goes to decline, before looking at you, “I think Y/N would appreciate a burger. Maybe two.”

Garcia hums down the line, “You know, she’s always been full of good ideas. I’ll buy too many burgers then be on my way. Kisses!” Then hangs up.

In the meantime, Spencer scrolls through your conversation on his phone. He’d never been one for texting, or technology (notoriously), but you always send him things you think he’d like – maybe an article (he’s read every single one you’ve sent, even the one about the monkey using a frog to masturbate), a picture of a cute dog (this one looks like you, spence!!!!!!), and anything else that catches your eye.

For example, a comprehensive list of way too many “why did the chicken cross the road?” jokes.

They’re your kryptonite. Even after you explained the joke to Spencer, in depth, he still doesn’t quite understand the appeal. But you love them.

So he reads them to you.

He knows you can’t hear him. Being asleep is obviously very different to being in a coma, where people have claimed to be able to hear the people around them, but it passes the time and eases him a little. Cause he also knows that if you were awake you’d be chortling away, happy as can be. And that’s how you should always be.

Happy.

Spencer hopes he makes you happy.

Damn, he loves you.

Damn.

He has to tell you he loves you.

It feels like this need, this obligation – if he doesn’t tell you when you wake up then when will he tell you? The next time you’re injured?

The thought sends him reeling.

No matter the outcome, you need to know. He needs to tell you.

“Why did the rooster cross the road?” He reads aloud, “To cockadoodle dooo something.”

He’s cheesing at his screen, at the audacity and stupidity of these jokes. But they’re sweet, just like you, and they take everyone prisoner when it comes to making people smile.

“That was a good one.” You heh.

Your voice is croaky after not being used in hours, but it’s still the same dreamy voice Spencer loves to hear.

You’re awake. And already smiling, which is one hell of a win in Spencer’s book.

“Good morning.” He whispers.

“It’s morning?” You ask, moving your head slowly to see outside your window. “At least I got a full night’s sleep for once.”

“Should you really be joking in your condition?” Spencer teases, leaning to fluff your pillow when you wince.

You exhale deeply, “And what is my condition, exactly?”

“You look as sexy as ever, buttercup.”

Garcia’s grinning from the doorway, Derek the same from behind her, two bags of food in her hands.

You’re ecstatic when you say, “Penny!” Trying to hide the pain when she hugs you. You’re too happy to see her to turn down her love.

She dishes out the burgers and, as expected, you ask if there’s another in there for you. You chomp happily, despite the dull ache still present, chatting jovially with the three of them.

Penelope gets caught up in telling you about the most recent documentary she saw. When he notices, Derek nods towards the door, making Spencer furrow his eyebrows in confusion. What does he want?

Derek does it again and Spencer gets it. He lifts from his seat the same time Derek does, saying nothing until they’re out of the room and the door has shut behind them.

“I’m gonna make Penelope leave-“ Derek begins, and Spencer stutters.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

Derek chuckles at Spencer’s reaction, “Kid, everything’s fine. You just gotta tell her.”

Spencer doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t know what Derek’s referring to. He peeks through your door’s window, staring directly at you as you giggle at something Penelope says.

“Do I?” He ponders. “It could-“

“Nope. We’re not doing that “it could ruin everything” spiel. You’re an adult, she’s an adult, and adults don’t play around with feelings like this. Tell. Her.” Derek’s got both hands on Spencer’s shoulders, grip tightening and loosening sporadically as he talks. He looks like a football coach giving a pep talk before the big game, and Spencer feels invigorated.

“Alright.” Spencer nods once, “Let’s do this.”

“I will remove Penelope Garcia from the premises.”

They nod at eachother and move back into your room.

+++

When Penelope is pulled from your room by Derek, stumbling and muttering and stuttering, all you do is blink in confusion.

“What’s going on there?” You say, speaking out of the side of your mouth, as if you’re sharing a secret.

Spencer doesn’t answer. You turn to look at him, another question on your tongue, but the words die when you see his facial expression.

It’s so tender. So soft, and gentle, the littlest of smiles on his lips as his cheeks darken.

“If I tell you something really dramatic right now, do you think you could handle that?”

Your head tilts, brows furrowed, looking far too endearing with your bandaged head.

He clears his throat, “I just-just need to make sure it won’t overwhelm you.”

You don’t know what to expect, but you agree anyway. Is this why Derek and Penelope left?

“I vomited when I saw you in bed. In this bed. In hospital.” He begins.

“Oh, thanks, Spence,” You tease.

“No- no. Hear me out!” He gives a little laugh, hands coming up in defence. “I don’t have a script, and statistically, both men and women speak around sixteen-thousand words a day – I want these ones to be special. Because you’re special.”

You’re still visibly confused. You clasp your hands together in your lap, “I’m listening. You have my full attention.”

Having your full attention is terrifying and electrifying at the same time. Spencer wants you to know that.

“You make me feel things, you know.” He reveals, “Things I’ve only ever read about, fantasised about – you know… things.”

This is going terribly. For a man who’s read the dictionary more times than he cares to count (he does care to count – twenty two times), he is very much struggling to explain himself to you.

Deep breath. From the start.

“It’s alright, Spence,” You console, hand resting on his closed ones. “Take your time.”

He does. He takes a few more breaths. “I don’t know where to start so- so bear with me.”

“Always.”

Why do you have to make his heart race like that?

“What?”

Oh. He said that out loud.

Well. Might as well repeat it.

“I said,” Louder this time, “Why do you have to make my heart race like that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No. No- I like it. I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say. Maybe not like since Derek told me we’re not in high school, kid,” He lowers his voice to impersonate Derek, “But the l word is scary, especially when I don’t know how you’re gonna react. But whatever you say, however you react, we’ll be okay. I know we will. I just need you to know how you make me feel and how-how good I think I’d treat you, I guess.”

It feels like your silence goes on forever. Then you quietly ask, “And how do I make you feel, Spence?”

“Like I’ve never felt before. I meant it when I said you make me feel things I’ve only read about – you’re so easy to love, you know that? Infuriatingly so. And you’re so open – I think that’s what drew me in at first. You knew nothing about Doctor Who, but you heard I was asking around for someone to go with me to that convention and you said you were available if I wanted you and I… I had to practice how to ask you in the mirror for three days straight. Of course I want you, Y/N. I think I always have.”

His voice is timid when he asks, afraid of what the answer might be.

“Do you think you want me too?”

“Are you crazy?!” You cry out.

The volume makes Spencer jump. Then he registers what you said and slumps, rejection seeping in.

“Spencer-“ You say, exasperated, “You’re the most incredible person I know. I tell you all the time cause I mean it.” You give a short laugh, “How could you even think that I wouldn’t feel the exact same? I’m kind of obsessed with you, Spence.”

The shock on his face melts into pure joy. Is this really happening? You..

“I want you an embarrassing amount, Spencer Reid. I always have and I always will.”

He doesn’t know what overcomes him, but he leaps forward and smashes your lips together. It’s messy and a little clunky, teeth hitting together and mouths unable to stop grinning, but it’s perfect. Everything you could’ve asked for in your first kiss with Spencer.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

And he thinks the exact same of you.

He pulls back, heart racing and entire body burning, strong hands cradling your head. It doesn’t take a profiler to realise the two of you, foreheads leaning against eachother, are the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

“You taste like burger.” Spencer breathes, soft and low.

You giggle. “You taste like coffee and burger.”

His lips quirk, raising an eyebrow, “You like it?”

You hum, rubbing your nose against his, “I like it a whole lot. I like you a whole lot.”

Spencer kisses you again.

And again.

“Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mine #i like this one! i think #does anyone else struggle infinitely with titling fics #i go with the randomest shit lol

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Hi my love! When you have time could you write an fluffy & smutty imagine where the reader gets insecure & worries or compares themselves to Ashley? (Halsey) & Dom finds out & shows the reader how much they mean to him & how much he loves them daddy kink in there with the smut please & a lot of praise & saying "I'll take care of you pretty girl" 🥺

Word count:4.1k

TW?: mostly angst and fluff, but mentions of daddy kink and adult themes obviously its smut.

A/n: anything for you my lil nugget 🥺 Smut is at the bottom you horny cunts. I hope it was everything you wanted and more <33

*rewrite

You knew better. Unfortunately, you were self destructive and couldn't help yourself. It was 3AM and Dom was fast asleep beside you, and had been for hours. You, however, had chosen to watch a video before bed. It was titled “Yungblud being cute for 6 minutes straight.”, but of course one video turned to five or six more, until eventually you came along another video. This one was called “Halsey and yungblud cute moments.” and the cover photo was of them in onesies, one of Dom's arms wrapped around her and the other holding the camera. You could feel the pit begin to grow in your stomach. Glancing over at Dom to check he was still asleep, you pressed play on the video, flipping over so you were facing him, so that if he did wake up he wouldn’t see what was on the screen.

It was ridiculous, honestly. How could you be jealous of her when you were the one laying right next to him. It broke your heart the way he looked at her, you couldn’t help but wonder... is that how he looks at you? Why would he? She’s so beautiful, look at jawline, look at those eyes and her voice. Oh god... her voice, she's a musician. You loved music, but you had never been musically inclined and at best you could go hard on the triangle. But her, she understood it all, down to the tour life. When he was overwhelmed with work or couldn’t find a melody, she could help, when he didn’t know how to deal with all the attention, she could help. She was like the perfect mentor/ girlfriend combo. She connected with him in ways you would never be able to. She got it.

Your finger hovered over part 2 of the video, a moment of hesitation before pressing it. You tapped twice more to skip past the person's intro, wasting no time in getting to the painful stuff.

One of the first clips was Halsey talking about the night they met. You knew it was unhealthy, but you couldn’t look away. She described it so beautifully, taking a moment to mention that of course she would because she's a writer and that's how she saw the world, her world was so beautiful. Dom deserved to live in her world.

She went on to say that they had met up in a bar to chat, to which you remembered why. It wasn’t a coincidence, Dom liked her music. He looked up to her. Just another way you could never be who he needed.

You couldn’t help it. He’d made the trade down of the century and everyone knew it. You paused the video momentarily, subduing the verbal attack on your ears and laying your phone down on your chest. Heavy breaths slid past your lips as you tried to calm yourself from a full blown breakdown.

You glanced once more over at Dom, ensuring he was asleep before letting a single tear slip down your face. You used the blanket to wipe it away, basking in the shitty feeling you had created for yourself. You decided that was enough of that, shutting off your phone and plugging it up for the night. After laying there silently for a moment you scooted a bit away from Dom.

You didn’t really feel like being held by him tonight.

----

The first thought in your head the next morning was of the events of last night, the same shitty feeling digging itself into the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck.” You sighed

“Sorry, I was borrowing one of Dom’s shirts. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You turned your head to acknowledge the presence in the room. It was Tom, bent over and digging through a pile of Dom’s clothes.

“All good.” You murmured, flipping onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillow. It smelled like Dom.

Soon after you heard the door shut behind Tom as he left, your head lifting from the pillow. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t really feel like being around Dom today. You couldn’t get past the feeling that he was ultimately worse off with you, that he had settled for less.

You hated the way you felt, your face drooping back into the pillow in an attempt to hide and ended up dozing off, the late night pity marathon catching up with you.

About an hour later you were awoken to Dom’s lips on your forehead. Your eyes met momentarily as you blinked the sleep out of them, reaching upwards in a stretch.

“ ‘ello sleepy head.” Dom says, planting another kiss, this time to your nose. You roll over, replanting your face in the pillow once again, “Are you going back to sleep?” He asks

“Tired.” You mumble back, voice muffled by the pillow.

“It’s 1pm.” no response “How late did you stay up last night?” He asks, laying his head on the pillow next to yours. You shrugged.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” You shifted your head so that you were looking at him, cheek still pressed softly against your pillow “Are you feeling a bit sick? Is it cramps? I can make you a cup of tea and get you some pain killers.” He continued, offering to help you in any way he could. He just wanted to know what was wrong with you, so he could help you. He hated the idea of you up in bed all alone feeling ill. He considered skipping the studio today, he was already cutting it close on time.

“No, I feel fine. Just need a nap. I must’ve stayed up later than I realized, s’all.” You knew you needed to tell him. Every silent moment was filled with you trying to convince yourself to just say something to him. Just talk about it. Just let him in.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll be out of the house at the studio, but Tom and Adam are here if you need them. I’ll tell them to be quiet so you can get some rest.” You smiled in response, your eyes closing as he rubbed his thumb lovingly against your cheek “Hey, I love you.” he says, your eyes opening as you mumbled back an I love you of your own, your lips meeting in a chaste kiss before he stood back up and slipped out the door.

As much as you would’ve loved to, you didn’t sleep at all after he left. Tom and Adam had made good on their promise to stay quiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference when that little voice in your head wouldn’t shut up. You opted for distracting yourself with your phone, scrolling through instagram and hoping the memes would brighten your mood. For the most part they did, acting as a simple distraction.

Once you felt a bit better, you decided part of the reason you felt so bad today and last night was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t had anything to eat. You went to the kitchen to prepare yourself lunch, hearing Tom and Adam talking quietly in the other room.

While you were preparing your food you accidentally bumped into a stack of dirty dishes that had built up in the kitchen. You didn’t see what happened and when you turned to check nothing looked broken, but it was loud.

“Y/n?” Tom asks, tilting his head to get a better look into the kitchen.

“Hm?” You respond after a few moments of quiet deliberation. You weren’t exactly ready to be observed as awake, but you didn’t have any other choice, besides blaming it on an intruder who broke in with the intent of stealing the beloved orange tree outside, but when they arrived in the kitchen and were met with such a disgraceful mess decided they had no choice but to clean up after us. Of course, that might have stirred up a bit of a panic. They loved that orange tree, after all.

“Oh you’re finally up. Are you feeling alright? Dom said he thought you maybe came down with something.” Adam says

“I’m alright, thanks for asking. I’m just making myself lunch.”

“Come sit with us while you eat. We’re playing uno.” Tom invites. When you’re done making yourself food, you decide maybe it would be best to join them. It’s not good for your mental health to be stuffed up in your room pitying yourself all day.

You sat with your food in front of you, watching silently as they played.

“You wanna be dealt in the next round? It’s more fun with three players.” Tom offers, you give him a nod in response as your mouth is full of food. As you nod, Adam plays a red six, which ultimately leads to his demise as Tom then plays three red draw 2’s, stopping Adams hand as he goes to pick up and continuing to lay a red skip, then a yellow one, changes the color back to red and ends on his own red 3. You all laughed as Adam was absolutely massacred, almost choking on your lunch.

“There ain’t no coming back from that. Just tap out man.” You say through your laughter, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Adam. You all had small conversation as you finished your lunch, but soon you were done and the cards were passed out.

After a game or two, the round was paused as Adam stood up to get himself a glass of water, Tom and you shouting out your own drink orders from your place in the living room. By the time Adam was back at the table the running conversation had died down a bit. You began to think about why you’d been in bed all day, and the fact that Dom still attributed it to a small sickness. You felt the insecurity growing inside you once again, and you finally decided to talk about it.

“Did you guys like Ashley?” You ask, as inconspicuously as you could manage. You watch as they glance at each other, taking a sip of your drink to occupy your mouth.

“Yeah, she was cool,” Tom says, Adam nodding in confirmation “Why?”

“Just curious, I guess. Did you guys ever hang out?” You tried to play it off as casual conversation, but you got the feeling they were picking up on the fact that there was something more under the surface.

“Not really. Not without Dom, even then it was rare. Who’s turn was it?” Tom continued, feeding into your curiosity while trying to maintain the card game.

“Yours, I think.” You paused for a moment, thinking of your next question “Do you think she was better for him than I am?” Your eyes met with Tom’s as the words left your mouth. He stayed silent for a moment and you couldn’t tell what the emotion on his face was. It felt weird, confiding in your boyfriend’s friends. Usually you could tell what your friends were thinking, or have an idea about what they might say, but you didn’t know these two like that.

“Like how?” He asked, nodding towards you to silently mention it was your turn.

“I dunno, they have the same career.” they let out a small laugh at that.

“She knows how to play a guitar so she loves him more?” Adam says

“Well, no, but…” you tried to remember what you were anxious about “she gets it. She knows what it's like to be on the road all the time and not see your family, she knows about the mental toll being in the public eye has and how to deal with it, she knows how to help if he’s nervous about performing.”

“What makes you assume that?” Tom asks

“She’s been doing it so long.”

“Well, yeah, but knowing how to do that isn’t a part of the job description. It’s less about knowing how to be famous and more about knowing the person you’re with. If it was about that, most people in Dom’s life don't get it. But we get Dom, and that’s what he cares about. You get him, so you have nothing to worry about.” Tom says softly. He made a surprisingly good therapist.

You nodded, picking up 4 cards and sorting through them in your hand.

“But that doesn't mean you get to hide in your room cause you’re insecure. Just cause we’re talking about it doesn’t mean you don’t still need to tell him.” Tom continues, his chin resting in his hand as he looks at you.

“Yeah, of course.” You agree

~~~

You could hear Dom the second he walked in the house, engaging in a small conversation with the boys before making his way up the stairs. You heard his footsteps trail down the hallway and eventually meet your bedroom door, your eyes closing as you listened to it creak open.

“Love? Are you up?” Dom whispered, shutting the door softly behind him. You remained silent, trying to regulate your breathing like that of someone who’s asleep. He sighed, which made your heart crumple a bit. You wondered if you should respond, he might’ve had a hard day, but the nerves took over and you remained silent.

“You’re still sleeping?” He asked, partially to himself, before exiting the room once more. You could hear him talking with Tom from outside the door.

“Has Y/N been asleep all day?”

“Uh, no. She came out and ate lunch and played uno with us around 2. Is she asleep now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You planned on talking it out with him, and up until he walked into the house you were, but you were suddenly overcome with intense nerves and all you wanted to do was hide. You figured you would get a good night's rest and talk it out with him in the morning, that way if it went badly he would be out for most of the day at the studio and you wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence as you tried to sleep.

He entered the room once again, stripping himself of his clothes as he preferred to sleep half naked, before joining you in bed. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him and wrapping you both in the blankets. Flipping over to face him, you nuzzled closer into his arms.

“Y/N?” He asks again, shifting to see if you’re awake. You hum in response this time, curious as to what he might have to say.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, his hand returning to your cheek as it was this morning. You nod, letting out a small, genuine yawn as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“How was your day?” You ask, shifting the conversation.

“It was good. We finally got that song done, I think i’m gonna play with it a bit more tomorrow though. It’s good but I think it could be better.”

“You always think it can be better.”

“It always can.” He states simply, making you smile. You loved that about him, his pure determination and dedication to his craft. It can always be better.

“How was your day? Tom said you guys played a bit of uno, who won?”

“It was alright. Yeah, him and Adam were playing when I came down so I decided to join them. I think overall it was probably Tom though, I think he was cheating.” Dom laughed a little at the claim, brushing his fingers through your mess of a hair.

“So...” You began, needing to get a word out so you wouldn’t bail on talking about this. God, you hated confrontation. Especially when it was about something you were feeling.

Dom hummed in response, the gentle reminder to continue breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I wasn’t sick today.”

“No?” He encouraged

“No. I was a bit tired though. But, that wasn’t the problem. I was watching youtube last night and I came across a video someone made. It was, like, a compilation of cute moments or whatever so I watched it cause it was cute. Then I watched another, and a few more, and eventually I came across a video that was called ‘Halsey and YUNGBLUD being soulmates for 3 minutes’... and I watched it.” He lets out a small, quiet snort, not entirely catching onto the vibe of the conversation.

“Jeez, how do they come up with this shit.” He remarked lovingly

“Heh, yeah. It’s just… I watched it and I saw the way you talked about and looked at her… It just got me thinking, yenno?”

“I don’t. What’d it get you thinkin’ about, beautiful?”

“I just felt like maybe you regretted being with me. Maybe you’re still bummed that you guys broke up and you ended up with me. Like maybe you still miss her.” You admit. It’s silent for a moment as he takes it all in, you almost expect him to confirm your suspicions.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I made you feel like that.” He took a moment to think carefully about his next words “I know it must be hard to hear me talk about someone else like that, you can’t really escape my past relationships because of who I am. I honestly never thought of that. I love you, okay? Not anybody else. Obviously she and I had something, but it’s completely in the past and I don’t regret a thing because it led me to you, and I love you so much. You’re my fookin soulmate, I mean it. I’m not gonna let that slip out of your head ever again.” He said, punctuating it with a passionate kiss.

You expected the kiss to end rather quickly, but it didn’t. It kept going, building in intensity as you scooted closer to one another.

“I love you.” You whisper, breaking the kiss momentarily

“I love you so much, pretty girl” He responds, his hand coming up to hold your jaw.

“Hmm, show me.” You whisper, pulling him closer. His hand slides down your side and onto your thigh as your lips meet again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away lightly before indulging in the kiss once again.

Dom’s hands didn’t stay in one place for long, moving about your body as you made out, pausing his actions for a moment to take your shirt off, placing a kiss to each of your breasts before moving his lips up to your neck, leaving little marks for you to find in the morning. A chill ran down your back as he bit down on your ear, his hands massaging your breasts before reaching behind you and unbuckling your bra, throwing it off to the side and shifting his attention to your nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against it as you lie down to give him a better angle.

His tongue flicking against your nipple while his hand plays with your other nipple. He swapped between which he used his mouth on and which he used his hand, making sure to give them both equal attention, your hands tangling themself into his hair while he did so. When he was satisfied he pulled away, causing you to let out a small whimper as you felt his lips leave you, making their way down your stomach in a series of wet, open mouthed kisses.

When he made it to your underwear he licked a single stripe, taking his his sweet, sweet time. First, kissing his way up one thigh, then back down and ghosting his lips over the area you needed him both, taking a moment to inhale your scent before kissing his way back up the other leg, and right back down.

“Please.” You whine

“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He hushed, pulling your panties down your legs and glancing up at you as he did so, mimicking your pout before placing a chaste kiss on your clit. You leant your head back, closing your eyes as you waited patiently for him to begin.

He started off slowly, licking up your slit as he took his time with you. Dom loved to use his tongue anytime he could, you loved it too. When he ate you out, it wasn’t just tongue, he made sure to pay attention to your clit and use his fingers when needed but on nights like tonight, where he really wanted to drive you crazy, he made sure to use a lot of tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning against you, his hands wrapped around your thighs as he lost himself in you, holding you like if he didn’t you would take his meal away. You tried your best to suppress the moans he was pulling out of you, knowing Adam and Tom were just rooms away. The way he was working you left you wishing you had come to him with this sooner. Your hips came up to meet his actions, your hand placed firmly on the back of his head, pushing him as far into you as he could go, eager to meet your release.

“That’s it, pretty girl, ride daddy’s face. Let daddy show you how much you mean to him.” He hums, taking a moment to catch his breath. You do as you’re told, the request putting you in anything but a bratty mood. You let out a small moan as he continues his actions, your hips setting the pace.

Once again, it started off slow, until you began to work yourself up. Your hand reached down, tangling itself in his hair once again, tugging as you tried to push yourself further down, your hips speeding up while you bite your tongue to keep down the moans that clawed their way up your throat.

You could feel the pressure building up in your stomach, squeaking out to Dom that you were gonna cum before releasing on his tongue. He let you remain there for a minute, riding out your high while he massaged and kissed your thighs. When you had fully come down you move yourself off his face, making your way down to his bulge where you began to unbutton his pants. His hand quickly came down to stop you.

“Tonight’s supposed to be about you.”

“I wanna make you feel good too.” You say, giving him a small pout. He stops to think for a moment before taking off his pants pulling you over him, giving himself a few painfully slow strokes before slipping himself inside of you. Your hips rocked carefully against him, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands continued to massage your hips as you found your pace, finding it harder and harder to remain silent.

“You’re so beautiful, pretty girl. Daddy loves to watch you bounce on his cock.” Dom growls, his hips coming up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, you give up on holding back your moans at this point as it’s already very obvious to anyone in the house what's happening upstairs.

The bed was creaking, your skin slapping together as he thrust into you, unable to cease the loud moans falling past your lips. Your legs began to shake as you approached your second release. Dom pulls you close, holding you, the gentle gesture in sharp contrast with the way he’s pounding away at you.

“Please can I cum.” You whimper

“One moment,” he interrupted himself with a groan “I wanna cum with ya, love.”

You held on as best you could, melting into his grasp as he worked towards finishing himself off. Soon after he growled a barely audible “Cum.” signifying his release. You moaned against each other, Dom pulling you closer as close wasn’t close enough. He maintained his actions, riding through your orgasm with one hand in your hair and the other lovingly stroking your thigh.

“Daddy’s got you babygirl.” He whispers into your ear, hushing you as you come down from your high.

When you finally felt well enough to sit up, your muscles hurt from the strain so you and Dom decided to have a bath.

He got up to run the bath water just the way you liked it and insisted on carrying you there, because ‘You’re hurtin’ so you can’t walk.’

You didn’t mind, though, laying your head on his shoulder as he carried you princess style into the bathroom. Luckily, the boys were in their rooms with the doors closed, presumably to suppress some of the noise.

The warm watered soothed your aching as you sat with Dom behind you, his wet hands stroking your arms with his head buried in your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

After that night, you didn’t think you’d ever question your relationship with Dom again.

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before the chapter begins, i'd like to say a few words. thank you all for joining me on this journey, this was my first series, and it was definitely a huge ride. i'm very sad that it is coming to an end, but i am going to be working on new projects soon. thank you all so much for the support on team player ❤! i hope you enjoy the finale!!

Team Player: The Finale

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 5.0k

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Eren's eyes flew open as the sound of his alarm blared from his phone, groaning he reached over to turn off the annoying sound that awoke him from his slumber.

For a moment, Eren thought that it was a normal school day. He almost dreaded getting up until he realized what today was.

It was game day.

More specifically, today was the championship game against Marley University.

Almost instantly, Eren rushed out of bed to his dresser. He threw his outfit on within a few seconds, not really seeming to care about waking up his roommate Armin.

"Ugh.. Eren? What are you doing? It's barely nine," Armin groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.

Eren looked over at him. "Today is game day Armin! I have to be at the field soon," he replied, grabbing a hair-tie and throwing his hair into a messy bun. "Are you coming?"

Armin looked up from his phone. "Maybe.. is (Y/N) gonna show up?"

Eren grabbed his phone, scrolling to find her contact. "I'll find out in a sec," he replied, sending her a quick text.

"I'll probably come, I don't have anything to do anyway," Armin said, laying back down on his bed.

Eren gathered his things into his bag, he double checked if he was missing anything; of course he wasn't and he was ready to go within a few minutes.

"I'll see you then Armin," Eren said, putting his phone into his pocket.

Armin nodded, "Good luck! Don't be a dumbass today."

Eren opened the door to their dorm. "I won't.. you'll see," he said, exiting the room and walking down the hall.

Eren's mind was racing as he made his way to the locker room on campus, today was his last day to show if he was really worth it to those scouts. If he missed this opportunity to go to the Chief's, he would never be able to live with himself; he needed as much luck as he could get today. He silently prayed that he wouldn't fuck up.

"Eren!"

He turned around to see Jean jogging his way towards him.

"What's up Jean?" Eren asked, nodding.

Jean put his hand onto his shoulder. "Are you excited for today? I mean, it's the championship game! Who would have thought we'd make it this far!"

A smile formed onto his features. "Of course I'm excited! I just know we're going to win," he said, patting his back. "We got this."

The two entered the locker room, many of the other players were standing getting ready or they were joking amongst themselves. Eren could feel the atmosphere, excitement, nervousness, it felt so surreal and he couldn't believe this was happening.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes! Be ready!" Coach Smith called.

Eren dropped his stuff in front of his locker, unlocking the lock and pulling out his football uniform. The team got special uniforms to wear for the championship game, they looked good.

Eren tossed his shirt off, throwing it into his bag; he started to search for his pads when he heard giggling coming from behind him.

He turned his head to see Reiner and Jean with huge smirks on their faces; it confused Eren.

"Huh? What's funny?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean covered his mouth a bit. "You own a cat or something? Your back is fucked," he said, looking at Reiner who was laughing along with him.

Eren's face suddenly grew pink as the memories from the previous night began to play in his head. Him and (Y/N) got a little… busy.

"It's none of your business, at least I can get some," Eren said, rolling his eyes.

Reiner put his hand on his shoulder. "We're just messing with ya," he said, walking towards his locker. "At least you were doing something right!"

Eren turned back to his locker, grabbing his uniform and other equipment. "You guys are so lame.." he muttered, putting his shirt on.

A sudden ping from his phone made his attention go towards his back, he assumed it was probably Armin letting him know that he was going to show up. He pulled it out of his bag, but this time it wasn't Armin, it was (Y/N).

(Y/N): good luck today ❤ i'll for sure be there today <3

A smile grew onto his face from her message, he wanted to show her that he could do it. To prove all of their hard work wasn't for nothing, he wanted to make her proud of him; the same with his coaches.

Eren: thank youu :) i can't wait to see your pretty face!

"Eren! Hurry up! We gotta get out there soon!" Jean called, heading towards the exit of the locker room.

Eren turned his head, "I got you! I'll be there in a sec!"

He tossed his phone back into his bag, zipping it up so none of his stuff would fall out or get lost. He fixed up his bun and passed by the mirror, he loved the uniform, the school definitely went all out for the championship uniforms.

Eren made his way down the hall where the rest of his teammates were, they had about an hour or two before the game was supposed to start, but he knew people were going to fill in fast. It was the most anticipated game of the week, and all eyes would be on Eren.

"Alright! Listen up!"

Everyone fell silent as Coach Smith made his way towards the players, he wore a special jacket that was made for him.

"No more funny business! It's finally time for us to shine and show those Marley kids that we are the best! I want to see your best effort today, okay?!" he yelled.

"Yes sir!" they yelled together.

Coach Smith crossed his arms. "Remember what I taught you, today everything comes down to this. Our efforts and hard work were not for nothing! Don't let me down! Some of you have some great scouts here today, you show them that you ARE worth a spot in the NFL!"

Eren totally forgot that Mr.Zacharias was going to be attending that day, it all made him even more nervous than he already was. He knew that if he failed today, there was no chance he would have a future in the NFL and all of it would turn to dust.

"Now let's get outside and play some football!" he yelled, smiling at them excitedly.

"Yes sir!"

Eren put his helmet on and began to follow his teammates outside to the stadium, he could see students already making their way into the field. He felt the excitement coursing through his veins, he was waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here he couldn't wait to get out there and show everyone what he could do.

The weather today was perfect too, it was sunny, and the air was crisp. Everytime Eren took a breath it felt like his confidence was growing more and more, that feeling also growing whenever his mind would go to (Y/N). She was going to be there that day and Eren wanted to show her that he could do it; that he could make it.

"Hey Eren."

He turned to meet Reiner's gaze, the blonde seeming serious.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Reiner put his hand on Eren's shoulder. "Good luck today, alright? I know Coach was saying that the scouts were here.. I know he meant that speech for you specifically too. Don't mess up, okay?"

Reiner had always been the type to motivate everyone on the team, he was team captain after all. It was his job to make sure everyone was straight.

"Thanks Reiner, good luck to you too. Maybe you'll be the next Ben Roethlisberger," he said, chuckling shortly after.

Reiner's honey eyes went wide. "What?! No one can be as good as big Ben," he replied, shock written on his face.

Eren shook his head, smiling. "Yeah maybe you're right, but you got talent. I hope you get a spot."

Reiner smacked his shoulder, "You got the talent too.. don't doubt yourself. Especially not today,"

The two trailed into the stadium together, Eren could see the way everyone was acting and he could tell that they were all nervous or excited. This was the opportunity many of them had to impress scouts from different NFL teams, including Eren and Reiner.

"Get out there and start practicing! Especially you Reiner! You gotta show those guys how you toss balls," Coach Smith yelled, pointing towards the stadium entrance. "You too Eren!"

Eren adjusted the straps on his helmet, heading towards the entrance where Reiner previously entered.

"Mr.Zacharius is out there.. please say hello," Coach Smith whispered to him.

Eren nodded, "You got it coach!"

He walked down the long corridor that led to the field, he saw a few people already sitting in the stands as well as Marley sitting across from them. They seemed as ready as ever, it made Eren's blood grow hot; he wanted to show them that they should never underestimate Trost University. Ever.

Eren entered the field, his skin forming goosebumps from the cooler fall air. It was football weather, and he couldn't ask for a better day.

His eyes landed on Mr.Zacharius who was watching something on an iPad, Eren assumed he had to be watching plays from other players, hell, maybe he was looking at his.

"Nice to see you, Mr.Zacharius."

The taller man looked up, a grin soon taking over his features. "Nice to see you too Eren, how have you been? Are you feeling any better?" he asked, placing the iPad underneath his arm.

He moved his ankle around in a circular motion. "Yep! I took a lot of time off of my feet, I couldn't miss today," he replied, smiling.

Mr.Zacharius crossed his arms over his chest. "I see.. well, I hope to see what you've got to offer today."

"You won't be disappointed, that's for sure."

The older man seemed a bit surprised by Eren's statement, but nonetheless did he chuckle at his words.

"I hope to see your improvement," he replied.

"Eren! Come on dude! We have an hour before showtime!" Jean called, waving him over.

Eren looked back at them, then back at Mr.Zacharius. "I'll see you later," he said, raising his brows.

"Yes of course, have a good game!" he called.

Eren jogged towards Reiner and Jean, the two were just throwing passes or playing with the football.

"How did it go with Mr.Zacharius? Did he make you piss your pants?" Jean asked, raising a brow.

Eren rolled his eyes, "No, he didn't, not everyone makes me piss my pants, Jean." he replied.

"It seems like Marley is bringing their best today, did you see their O-Line? I heard they were doing the most they could," Reiner said, looking over at the opposing team.

Jean nodded, "For real? I mean.. they beat us last time but that was because of that shitty interception. There is no way their luck will be as good as last time,"

Eren looked over at Marley's side, he could see the coach staring at him. "There is no way they're going to win again. We have built up our defense, Marley is gonna have a hard time getting past us," he said, taking the ball from Reiner. "Besides.. we're a team, right? We should have faith in them,"

Jean and Reiner looked at one another before looking back at Eren. The two couldn't lie that he had a point, they needed to have faith in their defense, just like their defense has faith in their offense; it worked both ways.

"Can we get passing? I gotta practice with Jean," Eren said, snapping his fingers in Reiner's face.

He blinked, "Yeah! Go along,"

Eren jogged down to the end of the line, he saw Jean do the same; their eyes locking with one another.

"Hut!"

Eren ran down the field, turning his head to see where Reiner was aiming to throw. He watched the ball fall towards his direction, Eren's arms flew open and within seconds it was in his arms. His body hit the floor with a small thud on the grass.

"Got it!" Eren called, putting the ball into the air.

Jean ran over, holding his hand out for him to grab. "Don't dirty your uniform just yet.. that's for the real shit," he said, pulling him off the ground.

Eren threw the ball towards Reiner. "Yeah.. you're right, but how much longer until the game starts? Less than an hour, right?" he asked, looking at Jean.

He turned his head to check the clock that was counting down on the giant screen. "Yeah.. we got 40 minutes or so," he replied, adjusting his helmet.

"Coach is probably going to call us back, so let's go." Reiner said, jogging towards the two with the football in his hands.

The three boys made their way back to the locker room where the rest of their teammates were, they spoke to one another in small groups or just stood around waiting for the game to start.

"Good, you're back. Did you speak with Mr.Zacharius?" Coach Smith asked, placing his hand on Eren's shoulder; stopping him in his tracks.

"Yeah! Things are good.. for the most part," he replied, looking towards the floor.

He patted his shoulder, nodding his head. "Good, glad to hear that."

Coach Smith made his way to the front of the room. "Alright! Listen up!"

The room grew quiet from all of the yelling, the players' attention went to their coach, a look of acknowledgement written on their faces; including Eren's.

"I told you all earlier to give your best today, and I mean that. Those scouts are going to be looking at you! Show them you're worthy!" he yelled, clapping his hands together.

Eren nodded his head as the words filled his mind. He knew what he had to do today, no more bullshit, he had to play like a team player.

"Alright!? Now let's go play some football!"

"Yes coach!"

He grabbed his playbook before nodding them over to the exit of the locker room, Eren and the others followed him down the corridor. He could hear the faint sounds of cheering and whistling coming from the stands, Eren could tell that there were more seats filled from the last time he was out.

Reiner turned to meet the faces of his teammates. "You guys ready?! Let's fuck some shit up today!" he yelled, hyping them all up.

Eren felt the excitement and enthusiasm going through him, he shook out his hands as a way to make himself a bit more comfortable.

"Now presenting the Trost University Falcons!"

"That's our queue," Jean said, looking at Eren.

The players jogged out of the exit, smoke filled into the air and small fireworks shot into the sky; a small 'pop' coming from each of them. Eren heard the cheers and yells coming from the stands, he missed the vibe of game day. The atmosphere felt just right today, and he wanted to make use of it; all eyes were going to be on him.

The team made their way to their side of the field, each of them taking a seat on the bench or standing to get water.

"Let's see if Marley is gonna pull up with their A-Game today," Jean said, narrowing his eyes at the opposing team.

Eren chuckled, "We'll see about that, don't get too cocky, Jean."

Jean looked at him before looking back towards the field. "I'm not getting cocky, I just want us to win," he replied, leaning back against the bench.

"We will, I know we will," Eren said, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Eren!"

He turned his head around a few times, he was confused who was calling his name. His eyes then landed on the person he wanted to see the most.

(Y/N).

A smile took over his features, she was sitting with Armin, and she wore the hoodie he gave her a few nights before.

Eren waved at her, because he couldn't go to the stands; it was against the schools guidelines for football players. Though, he couldn't wait to see her after the game.

"Do you think they're gonna win?" Armin asked, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

She looked at the floor. "Hard to say.. I tried my best with him, but I think it'll all pay off once the game starts," she replied, looking back towards the field.

Armin looked at Eren, "I hope you're right (Y/N)."

Eren looked towards the field, he could see the referees who were talking amongst one another. They were going to call the players out for the coin toss, he silently hoped that Reiner would pick a good side of the coin so they could get the ball first. Get the ball quick, and get points on the board.

"We will now have the team captains of each team come out for the coin toss."

"That's your queue, Reiner." Jean said, patting his back.

The blonde looked towards the two. "I got this," he replied, making his way out towards the field.

Eren looked at Jean as Reiner went onto the middle of the field. "Let's pray together," he said, laughing a bit.

"Gentlemen, congratulations, it is an honor to be here today. This game today has shown your incredible efforts, Trost will pick the side, this being heads and this being tails."

Eren watched Reiner speak to the referee, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Trost has chosen heads and Marley is tails, I will now flip the coin." he said, throwing the coin into the air. He stared at the floor before speaking again, "It is heads, Trost will receive the ball this way."

"Hell yeah! Reiner is one lucky son of a bitch," Jean said, excitement in his voice.

Eren adjusted the straps to his helmet, he could feel all of the eyes burning into his head. He looked back to see (Y/N) giving him a thumbs up, he blew a kiss towards her before making his way onto the field.

"It's now or never, bring all that you got!" Eren yelled, looking at his other teammates.

"Good shit Eren!"

Eren bumped heads with his teammates on the sidelines, he had just scored another touchdown. Trost was trailing Marley 28-24 in the 3rd quarter.

Eren plopped down on the bench, his water bottle being handed to him, he squeezed it a bit and let the cold drink fill into his mouth. Sweat formed on his skin, even if it was a cool fall day, he still felt warm.

"We might come out on top with this one.. if we keep at it, Marley will have no chance!" Jean said, looking at Eren with a smirk.

He chuckled, "We will, there isn't any 'mights' we are going to win this game."

Jean looked at him with a bit of shock, he knew Eren could be somewhat motivating, but he usually became a hot head during games whenever Trost was behind. It was odd seeing his teammate being so motivational and positive, but Jean wasn't complaining, he needed Eren to be at his best.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Eren looked up to see his coach standing before him. "Yeah, I'm fine, why? Do I not look good?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Coach Smith sat beside him, the playbook in his hands. "You look fine, but I'm just asking since you've been working hard. It's different to see you this way, Eren." he chuckled.

He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, don't worry about me coach, as long as the others are okay, we can make it."

Coach Smith only nodded, "I hope that is the case. Marley is up by four points, if they score again, we have to come up with something,"

Eren looked over with a confused expression. "We still have the 4th quarter! Marley doesn't stand a chance, our offense is tiring them out," he exclaimed, pointing at the field.

"I admire your determination, I wish we had this at the beginning," he said, adjusting the cap on his head.

Coach Smith was right, maybe if Eren was like this earlier in the season things could have gone differently. Eren wasn't the type to motivate before, he usually only looked out for himself, he was disgusted by the person he was before.

She changed that for him, and that's why he is so determined to win.

The whistles blew, making Eren look up along with the rest of his teammates. It was now the end of 3rd quarter, that meant Trost only had one more to either take the lead, or lose the championship.

Eren couldn't let that happen, ever. He would lose everything if he lost today, and he didn't want to let down (Y/N), he wanted to make her proud.

"You got this Eren, keep that positive mindset and you'll win this game, like a true team player."

He watched his coach make his way towards the front, past a few students. Eren had to remind himself that he couldn't be negative, if he was, the game would go in that direction; he'd turn back in the opposite direction.

"Eren! We're up!" Jean called, jogging towards the field.

Eren looked up, grabbing his helmet and putting it on his head. "I can do this.. you'll see!" he yelled, adjusting the straps and making his way to the field.

This was it.

The final two minutes of the game.

Eren hadn't expected the game to go by so quick, but Trost's offense was always going back and forth onto the field. Though, no points were scored, no matter how many times they went out there.

They were still down by four points, all they would need is a touchdown.

"We're down to the last two minutes here! We gotta think of something and fast!" Jean said, looking at Reiner.

The blonde seemed stumped himself, how could he pull this off?

"I say we get as far as we can, and let the field goal unit take this one." he said, crossing his arms.

Eren turned his head, "What!? Reiner, you can't be serious man! That's only three points! We need four!"

Reiner realized what Eren was saying was true, there was no way a field goal could tie this game.

Reiner kneeled on the ground. "Next play, we go for it. Jean or Eren, I need one of you down there, I gotta launch this ball." he said, looking at the two of them.

Eren swallowed thickly, the last time this happened, Jean and Eren collided with one another and the game was over due to an interception.

"Give it to Jean."

Jean turned towards Eren with a look of confusion. "What!? Eren, this is something you can do! There is no way I can make it down there," he replied, furrowing his brows.

Eren looked back towards the stands, his eyes landing on (Y/N) who seemed to be watching him. A smile took over her features as soon as she noticed him, it made Eren's heart grow.

He couldn't let her down like this! She was here to see him and how great he has become, if Eren was to give up now, she'd be disappointed and he'd regret it later.

"Look, no promises, but I'll try to get down there. I want it near Jean though, he has the best opportunity," Eren said, looking at Reiner.

Reiner stood up, "Alright, let's go!" he clapped.

Eren jogged over to the line, his heart beating in his chest, he felt queasy; almost like he could pass out right now. These next few plays will determine what happens to Trost, if they fail to get down there, they're finished and this game is over.

He looked forward at the player in front of him, all he had to do was push past this guy and get to a point where Reiner had a clear opening to give the ball to him or Jean.

"Hut!"

As soon as those words came from Reiner's mouth, Eren began to move quickly down the field. The player behind him was close, he was reaching for his jersey, Eren had to get out of his guys grasp.

He watched Reiner throw the ball, it was as if everything was going in slow motion. Eren's eyes scanned the area around him, Jean wasn't in sight! He was being blocked by another defender, there was no way he could get out of that.

"You can do this! I'm not giving up on you!"

Eren smirked as (Y/N)'s words echoed in his head, he pushed the defender behind him away, and reached his hand into the air; the football landing in his fingers.

Cheers erupted from the fans as Eren rushed down the field, he turned and spun around to avoid any contact from the players trying to bring him down.

"Go Eren! Go!" Jean yelled, running fast behind him.

Eren ran as fast as he could, he could feel the burning of his throat, his heart racing in his chest.

He was home free now, the end zone clear in front of him. Eren stepped into it and the crowd began to scream and cheer for him, he made it.

He got the touchdown.

"Yeah Eren! You did it!"

His eyes averted to (Y/N) waving and jumping in the stands, Armin was beside her yelling too.

He slammed the ball into the ground, it bounced to another part of the field. He looked at (Y/N) with a smile, his pointer finger directed right at her.

"Good fucking shit!"

Eren's teammates suddenly came around him, knocking their helmets together, or smacking their shoulders. Reiner even hoisted Eren up and shook him around a few times.

(Y/N) smiled in the stands, Eren actually pulled it off. She hadn't expected him to become this new person, but he actually was able to fix his mistakes.

"He did it.." she said, looking at Armin.

The blonde placed his hand onto her shoulder. "It's all because of you (Y/N)."

She giggled before turning her attention back onto the field where the players were celebrating, the whistles blew, meaning the game was now over.

"Trost wins!"

The students in the stands began chanting Eren's name, confetti fell from the sky, and the school's fight song was being played by the band.

Eren came over to the sidelines where the rest of his teammates were at, Coach Smith had a big smile on his face, Eren hadn't seen that look on him in weeks.

"I'm proud of you." he said, hugging Eren and patting his shoulder.

"Thank you coach.. I couldn't have done it without your help," Eren replied, looking at him with a smile.

Without warning, Eren felt something being poured over him and Coach Smith. It was cold… was it the water bucket?!

"Haha! Look at Jaeger!" Jean said, laughing as he handed the bucket to someone behind him.

Eren rolled his eyes as he took off his helmet. "You're lucky my helmet was on," he said, smirking.

"Eren!"

He turned his head to see Armin and (Y/N) coming towards him, he jogged towards the two and embraced (Y/N) in a hug.

"Did you see that?!" he asked, his voice full of excitement.

She looked into his emerald eyes, they seemed to sparkle almost. "Yeah I did! You did amazing!" she replied, putting her arms around his neck.

"I couldn't have done it without you.." Eren said, cupping her cheek.

Her eyes grew wide, "I'm proud of you, Eren."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto her lips. She felt her cheeks grow hot from it, she could also feel Armin staring at the two like idiots.

"Get a room!" Armin said, laughing a bit.

Eren pulled away to look at his best friend. "Yeah whatever, but thanks for motivating me Armin. I knew I couldn't have done this without you either," he said, putting his hand onto his shoulder.

Armin smiled, "No problem, Eren."

"Eren!"

His head turned towards the familiar voice, it was Mr.Zacharius coming over to him. He grew tense, what was he going to tell him?

"Mr.Zacharius! Good to see you," he said, looking at (Y/N) and Armin.

The man chuckled a bit. "It's good to see you too, congratulations! I'm proud of your improvement to the team, and I loved seeing you play today. I always knew you were a good kid," he replied. "Anywho, I wanted to give you this,"

Eren watched him hand over a folder, he wasn't sure what it was, but he decided to open it.

His eyes grew wide as he read the documents, it was an official statement saying that Eren was going to be entered in the 2022 NFL Draft.

"No way.." he said, his jaw dropping.

"Congratulations.. I'll see you in April!" Mr.Zacharius said, waving at him and turning around.

Eren stood there in shock for a moment, he was actually going to the NFL! His dreams were coming true and he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Well? What did he give you?" Armin asked, nodding his head.

Eren turned around with the papers. "I'm in!" he replied, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Armin and (Y/N) looked at one another with shock, happiness, and joy. (Y/N) was the most excited for him, it was a big opportunity for Eren, and she wanted to be there for it.

"Congrats!" she said, hugging Eren tightly again.

He put his hand around her waist. "Thank you (Y/N), I can't wait to do this with you and Armin by my side," he replied, kissing her cheek.

She smiled to herself, burying her face in his chest. Eren couldn't be happier with his life now, he did it, he made everyone around him proud and he couldn't wait for this next step for his future.

And he was going to do all of it with (Y/N) by his side.

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