#i’m bringing this back bc it STILL makes me laugh oh my god

[rosylix]

flower

짙은 어둠 속에 피어난, 한 송이 꽃처럼 𔓘

after practicing with felix, you try to go back to normal. unfortunately, the universe doesn't seem to want that for you.

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

wc: 7.3k

content: two pining idiots, inexperienced reader, fluff! (but make it awkward), slight angst, smut?ish, only one bed trope kinda lol, wet dream (like kinda somno? not really but just in case), 'dude' is used gender neutrally. umm yea! college au

a/n: so i got a bit carried away and added way more plot than necessary here. woops. also made it a college au bc why not! kinda made them nerds sorry lol (they were always nerds.)

so this is the first segment of the final part. aka part 3 but there will be a part 4 [dizzy emoji].. for now i hope you enjoy this bit! 𖹭

[also read on ao3]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

—

A week passes, and contrary to your expectations, the two of you actually do go back to normal. At least, Felix seems to have, so even if your brain still feels a little funny around him you follow suit and pretend nothing happened.

Not that it's been easy. Especially when his neck was still covered in those stupid marks you left. Thankfully, he can cover them up pretty well (you know, considering the state you left him in) but it was still irritating as hell; seeing the shape of one just barely peeking out of his hoodie or the way you’d find your eyes instinctively drawn to his neck whenever you saw him throughout the week.

The marks have faded to the point of being barely visible, but they're permanently seared into your brain, along with the memory of him underneath you. But that’s all it is now, a memory. You make sure of it.

And it's fine. Mostly. It’s easy enough to ignore any lingering awkwardness by focusing on more important things. For instance, midterms are coming up, and Felix is losing his mind.

He’s sprawled out on the floor of his room, papers spread out around him and a pout on his lips. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m gonna have to study all weekend,” he whines, throwing his pencil down in frustration. He’s been studying for hours and he’s already at the ‘pulling his hair out’ phase.

“Yeah…” you agree with a half sympathetic, half amused smile. He always gets like this around exam time. 

He lets his head fall onto the ground in front of him, narrowly avoiding the various papers, pencils, and textbooks littering the floor. "Why do they have to make these fucking tests so hard? It's not like the stuff we're learning is even relevant to anything. Oh my god. I'm gonna fail,” he says, voice muffled from under the carpet.

“You’re being dramatic,” you laugh as you toss the textbook you’d been reading for your own class aside.

Felix groans and (dramatically) turns over on his back. “I am not being dramatic. I’m suffering!” he exclaims, bringing his hands to cover his face. “I am dying. I’m a dead man and you don’t care. You're gonna have to plan my funeral after this.”

You roll your eyes. “Ohh nooo. You have to study over the weekend. It’s the end of the world.”

He peeks out from under his hands to glare at you. “I'm glad this is so amusing to you. You're supposed to be my best friend but you're doing nothing to help. Wow. I’ll haunt you when I'm dead after this.”

You laugh and roll your eyes again. This time, your eyes seem to catch on how his hoodie is pushed up above his waist a little from when he flopped onto the floor, showing a sliver of skin. 

...Seriously? Focus. Think about literally anything else right now.

Shaking your head, you slide off the bed and make your way to him, sitting down and crossing your legs next to his head. “Sit up and I’ll help you study,” you sigh.

"But I don't wannaaaa,” he whines, but he starts to sit up anyway. “I just wanna relax,” he pouts like a child, looking up at you with his signature puppy eyes. “Help me procrastinate instead?”

You laugh in disbelief. “You've procrastinated enough. Shouldn't you focus?”

(You haven’t been very focused either, but that's besides the point.)

He shakes his head fervently and slumps against you with a groan. “Nooo. Stop being responsible. Let's take a break.”

You huff, choosing to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster when he leans against you. “You’re so annoying,” you say, trying to sound frustrated but you can’t help if it comes out a little fondly. “Alright, fine. We have been at it for a while,” you admit.

He pulls back and grins, all too familiar with your inability to deny him when he’s being a big baby like this. It's too effective. It’s actually a little infuriating how good he is at being cute, and how effective it is on you. You cave. Every time. Though, this time he looks particularly pleased with himself.

“See? Even you couldn’t be the responsible one for that long,” he snickers. “I knew you’d give in.”

You groan and look away, as if that will somehow counteract his point. “You're a bad influence.”

He laughs again, shifting backwards before flopping back down to the floor, but this time he lays his head in your lap, smiling up at you. The close proximity has your heart fluttering in your chest and you swear you can feel yourself overheating a little. Why is he like this?

This is normal. It’s normal. Chill.

He grins up at you, oblivious to your internal crisis, and he makes himself more comfortable in your lap, shifting his body a little. "There. See? Isn't this so much better than studying?"

You swallow. The warm weight of his head in your lap, the way he peers up at you through thick lashes, hair falling around him like a halo, some of it falling into his eyes... It's— it's something.

You clear your throat, gently pushing him off, ignoring his little frown as you do so. You stand up and extend your hand down to him and sigh. “Come on. Let's go procrastinate then.”

“Ugh, why—” he starts to protest but you grab his hand and help pull him up anyway. “What are you doing? I was comfy,” he pouts.

You give him a sly look. “So, you don't wanna make cookies with me?”

You have to resist the urge to laugh at the look on his face. “Wait, really?” He perks up instantly, eyes glowing.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want,” you smile.

He bounces on his feet. “Yes! Can we make the ones with the white chocolate chips? The store finally had them when I checked last time.”

You make a face of mock disgust as he starts pulling you towards the door. “No, we are not making the ones with white chocolate chips. They're atrocious.”

“What?!” he gasps, acting scandalized. “Fuck you. They're good!”

You roll your eyes at him as he pulls you into the kitchen. He’s still holding onto your hand. It should be normal, but since when has anything felt normal these past few days?

“White chocolate chips are fine! I don’t get why you don’t like them,” he continues with a pout, finally letting go of your hand to rummage through the kitchen cabinets.

“They're not even chocolate, Felix,” you point out, watching in amusement as he struggles to reach the top shelf.

“Okay? I'm failing to see your point," he replies, making a little noise of triumph when he finally reaches whatever he’s looking for.

You just shake your head. “Yeah, whatever…” You help him set some things on the counter before sighing. “You're so lucky your dorm has a kitchen. If I had one I swear I'd be baking stuff like every single day.”

“I guess I am lucky.” He laughs, grabbing the mixing bowl from the corner cabinet and placing it on the counter. “Isn't there a shared one for your floor or something?”

“Yeah, but it's…” you shudder.

“Ah. Yeah…” He pauses, pondering something, before raising an eyebrow. “So that's why you come over so much? For the kitchen?”

“Duh.”

"I knew it… You’re only using me for free oven access?” he teases. "I’m wounded.” He drapes his hand over his forehead in a dramatic flourish and slumps against the counter.

“Yep, you caught me,” you laugh. “You and Hannie keep it somewhat clean at least.”

“My own best friend… The betrayal…” he tries to pout but ends up giggling. Then, he seems to think of something and claps his hands excitedly. “You should move in with me!”

Whoa. “W-What?”

“You know how Jisung is always over at Minho's? He's gonna officially move in next year,” Felix explains. “Like, I'm happy for them but Sung's ditching me? What happened to the bro code? But, anyway,” he laughs. “There'll be an empty bedroom. You should totally take it!”

You blink at him, brain short-circuiting for a second. "You— you’re serious?"

"Yeah," he says casually, like he didn’t just propose something so life-altering. "It’ll be like a sleepover every night!” he exclaims, grinning widely.

You can’t help the way your heart thuds a little faster in your chest, a fluttery feeling in your stomach. Living together? With Felix?

The idea is tempting. Like, incredibly so. Your own place is small, the communal kitchen area is… horrific, and your roommate tends to ignore your existence. It's a bit less than ideal.

But… you know there's a big risk of things becoming very awkward very quickly. It sounds like a dream, and at the same time, it’s a recipe for disaster. Spending that much time together could either bring you closer or push you apart. And with your recent… weirdness.. about him… you’re not sure which one is worse.

You must be silent for too long because Felix glances at you and looks a little unsure, like he suddenly regrets saying it. “I mean— you don’t have to, of course! It was just an idea. I’m sure you’re comfortable in your place and all. I didn’t mean to, like, push that on you—”

You cut him off before he can go too far. “No! No, it’s—” you shake your head, trying to choose your words carefully. “I… I'll think about it.”

He looks surprised, like he wasn't expecting that response. He lets out a breath, relief and a tentative excitement evident on his face. 

“Okay,” he says softly, the corners of his mouth twitching a bit like he’s trying to keep himself from breaking into a big smile. “Uh, yeah, of course. No pressure,” he continues. “But, y'know, I'd be way happier to have you than some random new person. You practically live here already anyway. I think it'd be fun.”

Or it could ruin everything. But when Felix smiles at you, a hopeful look in his eyes… you can't bring yourself to shut down the idea completely.

“Yeah. It might be fun,” you say, trying to keep your tone neutral.

He grins, and a wave of excitement suddenly washes back over him. "We can bake all the time, and play games, and watch movies— Oh my god, it would be so fucking awesome.”

You laugh at the sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah, okay," you tap his head with a mixing spoon. “Shut up and grab the sugar. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Yessir.”

—

You end up splitting the cookie dough and making half with normal chocolate chips and half with the ugly white sugar chips. They turned out better than they had any right to be, considering you and Felix goofed off a bit too much while making them. (Even the white chocolate ones are pretty good). The two of you munch on them as you return to studying. Felix doesn't argue, content having taken a long break and sugar in his system.

You work in comfortable silence, listening to the soft pitter patter of rain until the sun starts to set. With a yawn, you shut your laptop in front of you.

"I think I'm done for today," you say, standing up and stretching.

Felix glances up from his spot on the floor, chin in his hand, surrounded by a mess of books and papers. "Really?"

"Yeah. How about you?"

He sighs, leaning back and stretching. "I still have so much left to go through," he complains, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"That's your own fault for playing games all week instead of studying," you laugh softly.

He pouts at you. "I know, I know." Then he groans and falls backwards on the floor, throwing his arms over his face. "Man, I'm tired. I'm done too."

You giggle at the sight of him splayed out on the floor. “Alright, cool. I should be heading out anyway,” you say, starting to gather your things. Then, as if on cue, a loud rumble of thunder echoes outside.

Oh shit. You both glance at each other, then towards the window, where the rain you thought would have passed by now is quickly developing into a full-on storm. Great. The universe must be out to get you.

Felix gets up from the floor and walks to the window. "Damn, can you even go home in this? It looks pretty bad out there.”

You join him at the window and peer outside. The rain is coming down harder, droplets hitting against the windowpane incessantly. You grimace. Well, it's not that bad, but it still isn't something you'd like to walk through.

Oh well. You sigh. “It's.. it's alright. Could I borrow an umbrella?”

He doesn’t answer right away, continuing to peer out the window. A frown spreads across his face before he speaks. “Of course, but… are you sure? You can stay the night if you want.”

“Uh—”

Well… normally, you wouldn't mind. You've slept over tons of times before. But this time feels different, and suddenly the thought of staying is a bit nerve-wracking. 

"A little rain won't kill me,” you settle on saying. 

Felix glances back at you, eyebrows furrowing in concern. He looks like he's about to say something, but another crash of thunder interrupts him.

He frowns and crosses his arms, leaning against the frame of the window. It's undeniably attractive. “A little rain? I can't let you walk home in this, are you crazy? It's dangerous.”

“But—” you start to protest.

"Nope,” he cuts in. “You’re not risking it. It's getting dark too,” he points out. He looks outside, then back at your face, sighing. His face softens. “...Okay. If you really want to go, at least let me walk you.”

“You don't have to walk me, Felix.”

“Yeah, I kinda do. Who knows what could happen to you? You could get struck by lightning! Or…” He gives you a once over. “You could, like, slip and bleed out in a puddle or something. Or die of hypothermia or some fucking thing. I don't know!” He throws his hands up.

You let out a breathless laugh. You don’t want to argue with him, but staying the night is definitely making you anxious to think about. You don't want to trouble him with walking back and forth in that weather either, but Felix seems stubborn on the matter. What's worse, the look on his face has you worrying he might think you're trying to get away from him or something.

(Which isn't… wrong. But Felix would misunderstand. It's not because you don't like him. It's…)

You exhale, looking outside one more time. With the rain getting worse by the minute, staying the night seems like the only reasonable choice. 

Felix taps his foot impatiently, observing the growing storm. “So?”

“Okay, fine. I'll stay… You're right, it's getting pretty bad out there," you concede.

He opens his mouth but then quickly shuts it again, suddenly looking a bit unsure. He studies your face and you almost want to hide at how intently he's staring. Why, why is he staring like that? Like he can see right through you. Didn't you just say what he wanted? Did he change his mind about letting you stay?

But, the moment passes before you can do anything and he looks away. "Thank god,” he huffs. “I was really fighting off the mental images of your dead body in a ditch.”

You scoff. “I'm not that weak.”

“I know,” he says with a soft smile. Then he smirks, glancing back at you. "You're not weak. Just clumsy.” 

You shove him in response and he laughs, the smirk on his face turning into a grin. The tension from earlier dissolves a bit and you can finally breathe again; the air starts to feel less awkward, comfortable.

“So,” he says, standing up straight. "Since you're staying, want some clothes to change into? I don’t think you wanna sleep in jeans.”

He doesn't wait for an answer, already shuffling through his drawer and handing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants over to you.

You take them gingerly, trying to ignore how your nerves suddenly spike again. "Thanks," you murmur, clutching the soft fabric in your hands.

Maybe he senses something because he keeps his distance, eyes roaming over your face once more, curiosity and something else in his gaze. 

Then, he clears his throat. “You know the bathroom is all yours if you need,” he says, turning back to his mess of papers on the floor. “I'm gonna try to get a little more studying done. Maybe. I'm really fighting the urge to open League right now.” 

"Felix," you raise your eyebrows at him with a laugh, "If I find you mid ranked match in twenty minutes, I'm pouring water on your computer."

He purses his lips. “You wouldn't.”

“Try me,” you taunt and make your way to the bathroom. You close the door behind you and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

That was good. See? You can banter with him and everything like normal. There's nothing to be weird about. You can be normal about this.

You sigh. Yeah, right. This is so dumb. You’ve stayed over countless times before. You’ve worn his clothes before, shared a bed with him before. It's just Felix.

So why… Why is it so hard to be normal right now?

(You're not so stupid you don't know the answer to that. You're definitely in denial about… something, and you'll gladly stay that way for as long as you can help it. It's easier to not think about it.)

Your head hurts. God. Maybe a shower will clear your mind.

It does. You feel lighter and refreshed when you step out and you quickly change into the clothes Felix gave you; his scent envelopes you as you slip on the shirt and you instantly feel more at ease, comforted. You're good. Everything's cool.

When you step into Felix's bedroom, you find him exactly where you left him, leaning on a pile of pillows on the floor, hunched over a textbook. True to his word, he's trying to study again but he looks like he's seconds away from giving up.

"Hey,” you announce your entrance. “Successfully resisting the clutches of League?” you ask, giggling at the sight of him sprawled on the floor.

“Heyyy,” he drawls, not looking up from his book. “Proud of me? I'm actually studying. Not like I'll ever reach silver no matter how much I fucking—”

His words seem to die in his throat as he finally glances up and sees you standing in the doorway. His eyes widen instantly, scanning up and down your body, lips parted in shock.

"That's, um, um. That's—” he stutters, tongue tied all of a sudden. 

You frown a bit at his reaction, feeling self-conscious. Is your hair too flat? Are the clothes not right? You adjust the falling neckline of the shirt before taking a seat on the floor, trying to ignore the way he's still staring.

You swear you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and he quickly looks away as you sit next to him.

“...What?” you ask, trying not to assume the worst.

“You— uh, the,” he gestures to your outfit vaguely. “It fits, uh— better? Than it used to? Yeah. Looks nice.”

He sounds a bit strangled and now you're definitely convinced you look strange.

“Um, thanks…" you mutter, trying not to show how thrown off his reaction has you feeling. You toy with the hem of the soft material self-consciously. Obviously they don't fit properly, they’re Felix’s clothes after all. You’ve borrowed them before, why is he suddenly being so weird?

Felix fidgets with the corner of his textbook, avoiding eye contact as if the words on the pages are suddenly the most interesting thing he’s ever read.

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah, anyway. I'm pretty much done. Was just waiting for you.” He closes the book and finally lifts his eyes to meet your gaze and he has a strange, shy smile plastered on his face. You open your mouth to ask if he’s alright, but he starts speaking again, barely giving you a moment to get a word in.

“I— Dude, I'm like— I'm honestly gonna fail this class,” he groans, burying his face in his hands. “Like, I'm actually just not built for academia. I’m gonna drop out and then start working at the… fucking convenience store or something.” He lets out a long sigh. “Or, y'know, I'll start streaming. That seems pretty nice. I could be, like, a huge streamer guy. Tons of people will watch. I'll be famous. You could be my manager.”

You blink, trying to make sense of the sudden topic change. 

“Uh, First of all,” you say, gently knocking his knee with your own, “You're smart as hell. You'll graduate just fine. Second, I highly doubt many people would suddenly start watching some nerd’s League streams.”

He whines and gives you a pouty look. “Why not?? I’m funny, I’d be great,” he protests, sitting up with a huff.

“Yeah, right. I’d be managing a streamer who can’t even get to gold rank. Embarrassing.”

He scoffs, acting offended. “Hey! I didn’t say I'd make League streams. I could be a variety streamer, y’know.”

“Oh yeah? So you can stream how fast you lose at every game?” you say, grinning at his sulky expression. You understand him, the way he teases you all the time. It's fun when you're not on the receiving end. 

He places a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “Wow,” he deadpans. “Can’t believe you're attacking me like this in my time of despair.”

You grin a bit and roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Stop being dramatic, you know I’m right. You need to get better if you want to start your streaming career.”

“Dude. I could get to gold if I wanted to. I just... choose not to. Bronze is a good rank, y’know. It’s like, the vibe.” The pout returns on his face. “Plus, my viewers wouldn’t care about that. They’ll be there for my personality.”

You arch a brow. “Your personality.”

“Yeah, my personality! Shut up. If League doesn't work, I could play like, Call of Duty, or… or like, Animal Crossing! Hey, I can't lose at Animal Crossing now, can I?”

“You might be onto something,” you muse.

“No…” he groans. “It’s never gonna happen. My dreams of becoming a famous streamer have to die because of… stupid calculus and… all these boring things.”

He drops his head on your shoulder, pouting at the thought of having to spend more time studying. You laugh and reach a hand up to pat his head, playing with his hair absentmindedly. 

"It's not that bad. You'll get through this," you say, trying to console him. "But seriously,” you continue, “I can’t believe you play so much League but never got past bronze. What are you even doing?”

He whines and buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about “bad teammates”.

The contact is familiar and comforting. He gets clingy like this often, especially when he's tired. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, its steady rhythm sending tingles down your spine. His hair is soft under your fingertips. And you are so, so normal. 

“Have you ever considered… that maybe you… are the bad teammate?” you can't help but tease.

“Heyyy,” he whines again, lifting his head to look at you with an offended expression.

You giggle at the sight of his disgruntled face and it seems to only make him sulk more, the pout on his face growing deeper. Cute.

“After all we've been through…” he breathes out. “After I’ve trusted you with my life. I can’t believe I’m hearing this from my own best friend… the absolute backstabbing…”

He's ridiculous. "You might wanna think of some new material, Mr. Variety Streamer,” you laugh. “The theatrics are getting a little old.”

He continues to pout, his gaze fixed on you. He’s so close, face just a few inches away from yours, and your heart jumps at the realization. Or maybe it jumps because of the way he’s looking at you; scrutinizing your face intently, his eyes flitting across your features like he’s trying to commit them to memory. You shift around nervously. Something's off about how he's looking at you. You thought you’d seen a flash of… well, you don’t know what it was. But it makes you feel…

Warm and fluttering in your stomach, but in the worst, most uncomfortable way. You hate the way your body reacts so vividly to literally nothing. You really, really hate it.

Luckily (or unfortunately?), a particularly loud rumble of thunder echoes outside and he jumps.

He instantly leans away, as if he just realized himself how close you were. “Sorry, I— Geez, this weather sucks,” he complains, glancing toward the window. The storm outside is still raging, rain pelting against the window mercilessly.

“Yeah,” you say dumbly, feeling cold now that Felix has pulled away.

You push down the thoughts of how badly you want him to lean on you again, or how you wish he could hold you like he usually does. It’s easier to ignore whatever you’re feeling while he’s busy being all silly and clingy.

This is stupid. It's just so… frustrating, and you have no idea what to make of any of the thoughts that are running through your mind.

There’s a pause as he continues watching the rain outside, eyes following the raindrops dancing down the window panes. You try to study his expression; it’s pensive, almost contemplative, much like the look in his eyes earlier. 

“Are you tired?” he finally asks.

You blink. “Uh.” You realize that you are actually pretty tired. “Yeah, a little.”

The admission makes you yawn and Felix smiles in return, his expression softening. 

He pushes himself off the floor and looks at you for a moment, like he's about to say something — and then he doesn’t. Instead, he offers a hand to help you off the ground.

“Come on,” he says, hand extended. “We should get to sleep before the electricity inevitably goes out.”

You let him pull you up and he lets go of your hand quickly as he motions for you to get on the bed.

“I’ll go and— um,” he stumbles over his words, taking a few steps back. “I'll go shower real quick and then we can, uh… sleep.” 

He disappears before you can say anything and leaves you sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling more tense and awkward than earlier.

You release a long breath. Okay. Okay, everything's fine. Just the two of you, sleeping in the same bed. No big deal. That’s happened plenty of times before. You try to steady your breathing as you sit there on his bed, surrounded by his pillows, his blankets, his scent.

You run a hand through your hair and scroll through your phone, trying to distract yourself. It’s going to be a long night.

When the door opens ten minutes later, you look up. Felix's hair is damp and he's wearing a loose white t-shirt with sweatpants, the material hanging low on his hips. His skin is a little flushed from the shower. He looks so soft and effortlessly pretty, you kind of want to scream.

“Hey,” he whispers as he shuts the bedroom door behind him, “You good?”

You nod, throat suddenly dry.

He clears his throat and walks towards the bed, standing there quietly. He doesn’t look at you for a long minute and you start to wonder if he’s thinking the same things you are, or if you’re overthinking everything and he’s fine.

“Well, let’s head to sleep then.” He breaks his gaze from the floor and turns to look at you again, a hint of worry on his face. “Uh, you can take the bed tonight, alright? I’ll just sleep on the floor or something.”

“What— Why?” you exclaim.

“I—” he blinks, taken aback, as if he didn't expect you to ask that. “I don't know? If, I mean, if you... like…” he trails off, looking away again. “The floor doesn't look that bad.”

It does. The cold, worn floor does look that bad. You must look worse. You're not an idiot, you can read in between the lines. He's uncomfortable sleeping next to you.

There’s no other reason for him to not want to sleep in the same bed as you. You've shared this bed with him countless times before. If he's not comfortable with you now…

Your mind is racing. Even if your awkwardness is because of your unbidden… lunacy towards him… he explicitly told you he doesn't see you like that. As much as you've been trying to repress everything and act normal like he's been… it hasn't worked. This is decidedly not normal.

There's a tense silence as you try to figure out what to say. The knot in your stomach tightens with every passing second and you try to push down the hurt that’s threatening to surface. You're making him uncomfortable. If you could just be normal about all this— Fuck. It's all your fault. 

"Shut up," you finally manage to mutter, starting to shuffle off the bed. “It's your bed. I'll take the floor."

“What— No, hey, stop—” he protests quickly, stepping forward to grab your arm. “Don’t— I couldn't let you do that. It's not— no.” he sputters.

You meet his eyes in confusion. He still has a grip on you, fingers warm and soft against your skin.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor,” he says firmly, voice a bit lower than usual. “That's stupid. I just thought, maybe…” his grip on your arm tightens the tiniest bit.

“...What?” you ask quietly. 

He shakes his head, releasing your arm with a sigh.

You look at him, really look at him, the way his eyes won't meet yours, shoulders slumped, fingers tapping his thigh nervously. “Just,” you sigh. “You said it's stupid if I sleep there. Same for you. Just come here.”

He looks at you once more, searching your face. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, hopefully sounding more confident than you feel.

Your heart is pounding. You’re trying your best to ignore the tension in the room and act like everything’s fine. Like spending the night sleeping with your best friend when he clearly doesn’t want you to be close to him anymore isn’t breaking your heart. 

You give him a tight-lipped smile as you finally get under the blankets and lay on your side with your back towards him. 

Felix hesitantly climbs into bed next to you, keeping a fair distance. He doesn’t say anything at first. You think he’s just going to sleep and you’re both going to ignore whatever that was about. Cool, you can do that. You're great at doing that. Then, he huffs. 

"I’m so fucking tired," he mumbles as he shifts beside you and you hum in agreement.

“Yeah, now imagine sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thank you. Um… sorry for being weird.”

You don't know what to say to that. “...You’re always weird,” you manage quietly.

He lets out a low chuckle and you feel some of the tension leave your body. It’s a familiar banter, one you’ve done with him for ages, so you grasp onto it, desperate for any semblance of normalcy.

“I’m sorry, though,” he says seriously. “I’m kind of an idiot, you know.” 

“...Yeah, I know.”

“I— wow,” he laughs softly. “Chat, what did I do to deserve this?”

You mirror his laugh and turn on your back to face him. 

His hair has gotten longer. The messy locks are fanned around his head on the pillow. His eyes are wide underneath his bangs, studying your face with an expression you can’t quite pin down. 

He’s so pretty. You wonder how you ever thought you could act normal after everything that's happened.

“Is the chat in the room with us?” you ask around a smirk, and pray your voice doesn't sound too breathless.

He snorts and you swear you can almost see the pout on his face. Yeah, he’s fine. He’s back to his regular self. You should be, too. 

“Shut up,” he pokes your shoulder weakly. 

Your heart does something stupid in your chest at the contact and you press your face further into the pillow to hide the flush that’s undoubtedly on your face right now. 

A few moments pass in silence and you close your eyes, hoping sleep will come soon and end this mess of a night. You don’t know how much time passes. Felix is silent and you feel yourself drifting off, sleep tugging at your consciousness, when you hear him whispering in the dark.

“Hey,” he says your name quietly. “You awake?”

You hum in response and reluctantly blink your eyes open. His face swims into view and you realize he's closer than before. Now only a few inches separate you from him.

“Sorry… um, I'm cold. Can… can I...?” He hesitates, leaving the question unfinished as his eyes search your face.

His breath ghosts your cheek and you freeze, trying to keep your breathing even as your body stiffens.

“Yeah,” you murmur, trying to sound nonchalant. “Yeah, of course.”

A flash of relief fills his face before he moves even closer to you. He lays next to you, resting his head on your collarbone and draping one arm over your waist carefully. You hold your breath.

“Is this alright?” he mumbles.

You’re not sure if you can speak without sounding like a goddamn idiot, so you just nod in reply.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck and you have to remind yourself that it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just Felix being Felix: the most physically clingy person on Earth. Also your best friend who you definitely do not have untoward feelings for.

That would be really, really bad.

Especially in a situation like this, where Felix’s nose is pressed in your neck, and his arm is around your waist, his leg tangled with yours at some point and his hair is tickling your chin. He’s everywhere. It's entirely overwhelming.

And he's so warm. You didn't even realize you were cold until he pressed against you. Warmth seeps deep into your bones as he sighs and pulls your body further against his. It's cozy and familiar and you try to focus on the comfort of the action instead of the way your heart is hammering in your chest.

It’s quiet for a few moments as he settles against you and you try to relax, waiting for the rise and fall of his chest to even out beside you, signaling he’s fallen asleep.

Instead, he shifts and you feel his lips brush against your neck, his breath fanning over your skin. Oh.

“Hey,” he murmurs in that low, low voice of his that only really comes out when he's sleepy. “Hey, I… um.” 

You can feel the vibrations from his voice against your neck as he speaks. Oh. You’ve definitely thought about this in a much different context before.

He’s silent for a moment as if collecting his thoughts. But he just sighs, pulling his head away slightly. “Nevermind… Um, good night.”

“Night,” you manage weakly.

It’s silent again. The only sounds that fill the room are the incessant beating of raindrops against the windows and Felix's soft breathing by your ear, drowning out the occasional faint rumble of thunder.

—

You wake to the sound of groaning.

Unsticking your eyelids, you attempt to get a look at your surroundings. It’s still dark, but the room slowly comes into focus as you blink slowly, trying to discern what woke you up. 

The first thing you notice is that it's warm. Hot, even. The air is thick and heavy in your lungs and there's a warm weight pressed against you.

It takes a few moments before you become aware of your current predicament — Right, you're at Felix's place, sleeping in his bed. His body is completely pressed against yours, his chest to your back, his head nuzzled in the nook of your neck. You’re practically spooning. There’s a leg thrown over yours and an arm wrapped snugly around your middle, making it virtually impossible to move.

And — it's not that unusual. It's not far off from the position you fell asleep in and Felix's clinginess is really quite endearing, even if your fragile heart can't handle it anymore. No, what's unusual are the sounds coming from him.

He’s making small noises as he fidgets against you, like he's in pain. He's probably having a bad dream. You start to turn over in order to wake him up, but his grip on you tightens and his breath hitches and—

You freeze.

That was definitely not the sound of someone having a nightmare. 

It was more like… like… Quiet, soft, and breathless; little sounds caught in his throat that spill into your ear.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, his body is moving — restless, shifting against you. His hips moving minutely. It takes your sleepy mind a second to put it all together.

Holy… Holy shit. Is he…?

You're suddenly very awake, fogginess replaced by a white hot rush of panic and disbelief.

He’s— Oh no.

Felix is asleep. He's definitely sleeping but— He must be… having some sort of… dream and… What the fuck are you supposed to do? Wake him up? Absolutely not. You literally— You'd rather die than face him like this. Not to mention how mortifying it would be for both of you. You would actually rather choose death.

He twitches slightly, his hips pushing up against your body. A low groan leaves him as he pulls you closer, completely against his body now, the thin material of his clothes doing nothing to hide his—

You squeeze your eyes shut. Oh my god you are going to die right now. You're seriously going to pass away for real this time. This— this is—

“Mmmn…” he moans, low and needy and right by your ear and wow, that’s… wow.

You have to be dreaming… this is just some very fucked up dream, the sane part of you implores. The rest of you is ignited in flames. 

It's not a dream.

Another little sound slips out and he presses even closer to you, his body flush against yours, like he’s trying to get as much contact as possible. His hips move against yours with a subtle roll and you feel shameful sparks of heat pooling in your gut.

This is so bad. This is so, so bad, fuck. Fuck.

He’s grinding against you in tiny movements, little gasps and moans escaping out of his mouth every few seconds and your entire body is burning. His arm is tight around your waist, his whole body pressed flush against your back. You don’t even dare to breathe as he rocks his hips forward ever so slightly, his nose nuzzling your neck as he lets out a soft whine. It takes everything you have to keep your own whimper at bay, suddenly desperate to grind back against him but— Christ. Are you insane?

You’re frozen. You’re not supposed to be here, you’re not supposed to be feeling this, you really should wake him up, this is so wrong, yet you’re still frozen like an idiot. You can't think. Your brain is made of cherry slushy. The heat death of the universe is imminent. 

Your mind is completely blank but your body is overstimulated and you’re just trying your best to figure out how not to die in this situation. Not easy when Felix is moaning into your neck and it sounds so good and he’s shifting and his body is impossibly warm and he’s—

His breath stutters abruptly in the midst of a long moan and he goes completely still around you. All you hear is heavy breathing for a few moments.

Shit, shit, shit. Is he awake? You're caught between relief and something like disappointment but aren't left enough time to dwell on that thought before you hear a shaky whispered, “F-Fuck.”

You hold your breath. 

Your heartbeat is ringing in your ears, body buzzing with tension, but you do your best to stay completely still. The air is so thick. You almost can’t believe what just happened, but the evidence is pressing into your back as Felix lets out another quiet swear.

His grip on you tenses for a moment before releasing you entirely. He untangles himself from you and pulls his body away from yours so suddenly that you nearly think you hallucinated the whole thing. 

His breathing is ragged and you don’t dare move a muscle. You keep your back resolutely facing him, try to relax, and you are asleep. You are asleep. You are asleep. You repeat it like a mantra. 

You don’t know if he believes your act, your eyes pressed shut, as you try to keep your breaths even and slow.

The sheets rustle a bit. You stay motionless, heart pounding in your ears. He’s sitting up now, you can feel the weight shifting beside you. It’s completely silent for a few seconds before he whispers your name in question.

You are asleep. You are asleep. You are asleep. You pray he believes it.

“...Thank god,” he breathes. You hear more rustling, sheets moving, and he's getting up.

Only when you hear the door shut do you allow yourself to breathe, wondering how the hell you made it out of that situation alive. What the fuck. 

Like, what the fuck.

You stare at the wall in shock, eyes wide and heart hammering hard in your chest.

He doesn’t know you were awake. You’re alive. You survived.

You bury your face in the pillow and try to collect yourself, shaking slightly in the aftermath of whatever the hell just happened. The heat of his body is still surrounding you, his presence lingering on your skin and you can’t help the traitorous part of your brain that wishes for him to crawl back into the bed and hold you again. That wishes you were brave enough to do something other than lie there.

You push the thought away with a quiet groan. You can’t think about that. You can’t. You're barely holding onto the last threads of your sanity as it is. 

But you can’t fall back asleep.

Of course you can’t. After what just happened, your brain will probably never be fully operational again. You press your hands to your face and let out a pathetic whine, wondering if it's possible to die of embarrassment. You're sure this is what a heart attack feels like. It's a wonder you're still breathing. 

This is so much worse than last time, when you got too into practicing. At least that was mutually agreed on and Felix made light of it pretty easily. But this? How are you supposed to act normal after this? That wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to know what it feels like to have his body up against yours, to hear him moaning in your ear. And you pretended to be asleep instead of stopping him. So he doesn't even know… It's so wrong on so many levels.

You sigh. Felix doesn't know you were awake, so he doesn't know you know and maybe, maybe you can get away with pretending it didn't happen. You'll have to play it cool, of course. Or even better, you can forget about this entirely, convince yourself it was all a fever dream.

Maybe.

—

a/n: AHHH. so it really wasnt meant to be a cliffhanger here lol but then i ended up splitting it so... sorry. the next (and final for REALL THIS TIME) part will be out very soon! nothing like the 3 month long wait for this (ty SO MUCH for ur patience) andd yeah! i hope this is at least somewhat living up to expectations so far, tysm for reading!!

[sutorus]

HEART SHAKER

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: ~1k

WARNINGS: established relationship, suggestive language, flirting, attempts at humor. fluff, somehow.

A/N: super freaking unedited i just had to get this out bc i can’t believe it’s not smut LOL

“god, you’re squeezing me so hard, sweetheart.”

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend, brows set low in a warning. he only smirks. 

you pump harder. 

“oh fuck, it’s so tight right now.”

you huff in annoyance, slapping both hands down on your legs. 

“can you stop? i lost count!”

satoru laughs at you, throwing his head back. 

you cringe at how loud his movements sound in your ears, the stethoscope you were using still pressed to his skin. 

you release the pressure on the cuff around his arm, sighing deeply. 

“once again, i’m going to ask you,” you enunciate the words slowly, your eyes aiming at his, right behind that blindfold. “why don’t you have shoko do this?”

you’re sure if it were her measuring his blood pressure she could get actual accurate results. 

satoru tilts his head, smiling sweetly. 

“and why would i do that?” he singsongs. “you’re the prettiest little doctor around.”

“resident,” you correct him. 

you wish so badly that he was due for a vaccine or something, just so you would have an excuse to stab him. 

of course, you weren't complaining. you’re incredibly lucky that shoko took you under her wing once you got a job at the school. you weren’t able to master reverse cursed technique at her level quite yet, but you were just as good of a regular doctor as she was. 

it didn’t matter how good you were though, because you weren’t a pediatrician or a saint, and it takes one of either to deal with gojo satoru as a patient. 

“why do we even bother with check ups?” he asks, leaning back on the exam table. “i am literally healing my body twenty-four-seven.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing the light test hammer. 

“what kind of question is that? sit up straight,” you shuffle on your chair, getting in between his too-spread legs. whore. 

satoru shrugs, kicking his dangling feet. “a valid one.”

you bring the hammer down hard on his knee to check his reflexes. naturally, it stops just shy of his leg. 

you don’t even have to look. you know he’s smirking again. 

“turn infinity off.”

“‘turn infinity off’? you’re so cute,” he replies. you try to hit him with the hammer again to no avail. “i need to teach you some combat skills, girl.”

“and i need to examine you,” you get up off your seat, facing him. satoru leans in with a grin. “behave.”

he won’t. 

“wanna play doctor?” 

you ignore his voice and the obvious glee in it, a retort dying on your tongue because you do actually have to carry out a check up, to the best of your abilities. 

grabbing your clipboard, you skim through his most recent health assessment records.

he complained about a migraine to shoko. 

it makes your heart seize for just a moment, to think of all the stress satoru puts himself through to have his technique active at all times. 

“how’s your head?” you ask him. 

“you tell me,” his foot grazes the back of your knee, coaxing you closer. “any complaints?”

a dissatisfied sound comes out of your mouth as you press your hands to his chest instinctively, forcing distance between you two. 

“satoru, please.”

“do you worry, baby?” he reaches out to tentatively hold the side of your face. “don’t worry about me.”

“it’s literally my job,” you trail off, head dropping. 

satoru lifts your chin up and presses his lips to yours for a second or two. 

“sorry, sorry,” he says before you can chastise him. “couldn’t help it. you look so cute all worked up.”

at this point you just twist your lips disapprovingly, putting the stethoscope earpieces back on. 

you press it to his chest and listen as he breathes in and out. 

“satoru,” you frown. “are you okay?”

“hmm?”

you look at him knowingly, a smirk of your own blooming on your face. 

“why is your heart beating so fast?”

at that, your awful, awful boyfriend finally has the decency to blush. 

“and you’re breathing so hard, too—“

“it’s hard, alright—“

“—we might have to schedule some follow up exams,” you click your pen to fill out the form, neglecting the way he leans into you. 

“anytime,” he huffs out, breath skirting on your face where you stand between his knees. “do i get a lollipop for being such a good boy?”

“no,” you reply, taking a step forward. “but you can have this.”

you plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for longer than it should as he holds your hips tightly.

he hums contentedly when you pull away.

“mm, smart and generous,” satoru noses your jawline. “how did i get so lucky?”

you fight the sudden shyness rising up at his words.

“the same way i got so unlucky,” you smile at his pout. “life’s just not fair.”

he coos.

“you sweettalk all your patients or am i special?”

despite your best efforts not to, you grin at that.

“the most special,” you say, interlocking your fingers. “now get back to work.”

satoru grumbles a complaint but hops off the table nonetheless.

“thanks a bunch for seeing me, doc,” he leans down to hover his face right above yours. you push him away with a fingertip to his forehead.

“no problem. now shoo.”

you walk up to your desk to hopefully do some actual work now that your most special patient is leaving.

“ah, but i was wondering—“

“yes?” you don’t bother looking up from your paperwork.

“if you could give me some anatomy lessons sometime—“

“out!”

he slips out the door before you can turn around to see it.

you take a deep breath.

you love satoru to death, but you’re beginning to understand why shoko picked up smoking as a stress reliever.

[cod-dump]

pls god i will give you both my femurs for some good comfy soapghost plsplspls simon meeting johnnys fam and being simultaneously adopted bc john lets him call him johnny and no one else is ever allowed to call him that, bc soap told them how he’s always got a mask on but here he is meeting them without the mask PLS I WILL BEG

MacTavish

Part 1

SoapGhost

(I attempted to write a Scottish accent in this. I tried 🥲)

___

Ghost underestimated how much Soap talked about him to his family. Even before they started dating Soap was gushing about his very attractive lieutenant. Ghost learned that because Soap’s elder sister was bringing up everything and anything to embarrass her brother in front of his boyfriend.

Ghost wasn’t sure about meeting Soap’s whole family. Meeting his sister was already nerve wracking and she greeted him with a hug. She was a tall woman, taller than Soap. Maybe an inch shorter than Ghost without the heels. That was his guess. She was practically the female version of Soap, except taller. When her eyes met Ghost’s he felt himself start to sweat.

“I wasn’t too sure when my baby brother said he was dating a Brit. But now looking at you? I can see why he jumped on you when he had the chance.”

Soap is mortified as Ghost blinks in shock.

“EVE WHY!?”

The woman laughed, poking her brother’s forehead, “Oh come on! You never brought any of your boyfriends home! I have to make up for all those years of embarrassment you deprived me of!”

Ghost had a brief relationship with his brother. This relationship that Soap had with his sister showed they had years of trust and love between them. Something that Ghost never had. Watching Soap try to grab Eve while she held him back by simply putting her hand on his forehead and pushing away— It made Ghost realize how much he missed out in the sibling department.

Going out to eat with Eve wasn’t as bad as Ghost thought it would be. She stopped being so intimidating when she started sharing things about Soap that Ghost may have or haven't already known about. Still, Soap still tried to argue with her on everything she said.

“—not to mention that you always deflect serious conversations with stupid jokes.”

“I do not!”

Ghost laughs, “Sorry, Johnny. She’s right about that.”

The mood at the table suddenly changed. Eve’s eyes widen before she turned her head and gave Soap the most deadly glare. Soap pales, focusing on his food. Ghost looks between them, wondering if he said something wrong.

“Johnny?”

“Eve-“

“No, you let him call you Johnny? John Hamish MacTavish, since when do you let anyone call you Johnny?!”

Ghost blinks, “He doesn’t let you call him Johnny?”

“No!”

Soap was covering his face, groaning, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal! You always fought anyone you tried to call you that! Pa, Ma, me, Carol—“

“Please… Eve-“

Eve pulls out her phone and Soap gaps before trying to grab it from her, “No!”

“Everyone in the MacTavish family is going to hear about this!”

Soap wasn’t able to stop her. Eve laughed victoriously when the text sent out, turning to Soap who looked like he wanted to die. By the end of the night when they left the restaurant, Soap hung back to talk to Eve. Ghost was sitting anxiously in the car, watching them talk. Soap got in the car and groaned loudly.

“Sorry…”

“About what?”

“Calling you Johnny in front of her.”

Soap takes Ghost’s hand, “She was bound to find out.”

“You seem pretty upset about it.”

Soap laughs, “I’m upset that my sister has already called you her favorite brother. I’m her only brother!”

Ghost can’t help but smile, “She likes me that much?”

“She loves you. God… Christmas is going to be a mess… if you come…”

“Why wouldn’t I come?”

“My family can be overwhelming. It might be too much for you and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Johnny, I’m going. It would be rude to ignore your parents’ invitation.”

Soap smiles and leans over and kisses Ghost later that night as they laid in bed Soap was getting bombarded with texts and phone calls. Ghost didn’t think something as little as a pet name would be the cause of this. Soap had to put his phone on ‘do not disturb’ before hugging Ghost.

“I think ignoring it might make it worse…”

“Maybe. Don’t care.”

Soap kisses Ghost, the man melting against him as they got comfortable in bed.

_

Christmas came sooner than what Ghost was prepared for. It felt like he just blinked and Christmas was around the corner. He was nervous as he packed, getting ready for their flight to Scotland. Soap was excited, talking about his hometown and how he couldn’t wait to show Ghost where he grew up.

He guess he was too quiet because Soap stopped talking and walked over to him. He was trying to fold a shirt but he was shaking so bad that he kept wadding it up. Soap took the shirt from him, making Ghost turn to look at him.

“Baby, are you sure you want to go? They will understand if you choose to stay behind.”

“I’m fine! Just nervous.”

Soap puts the shirt down and hugs Ghost, “I get it. But I promise they’re going to love you.”

“I hope you’re right…”

“When have I ever been wrong?”

Ghost stares blankly at Soap. Soap bites his lip and picks the shirt back up, folding it.

“Don’t answer that.”

They finished packing, deciding to watch a movie before heading to bed. Ghost tried staying focused but he was so nervous about fucking up and doing something to make Soap’s family not like him. He’s only ever met the family of a ex-partner once before and that didn’t go well. To be far that boyfriend wasn’t out of the closet and Ghost was visiting as just a friend before his boyfriend’s cousin outed him. That was a bad experience and they broke up a couple days after.

Ghost knew that Soap’s family knew about his sexuality, they knew he was dating a man. But what if it was just mild tolerance rather than acceptance?

“You’re thinking pretty loud.”

Ghost blinks and turns to look at Soap. He had paused their movie and was looking at him with concern. He didn’t even have to say anything and Soap knew what was worrying him.

“They’re going to love you, love.”

“What if they don’t?”

“Si, I know my family. They’re going to take one look at you and then you won’t be able to get rid of them.”

Ghost sighs, “That fast?”

“Oh yea. Should’ve seen them when Carol introduced her husband. Poor guy wasn’t able to even go to the bathroom without someone bothering him. The only person that didn’t like him was my dad but that guy can look at a puppy and scoff.”

Ghost winces, “So I have to worry about your dad?”

Soap rubs the back of his neck, "No?"

"Johnny..."

"Fine, guy can be a bit... Protective. When Carol introduced her husband he wasn’t too happy about the guy already proposing to her without asking for his blessing. He’s old school like that.”

Ghost doesn’t say anything and Soap tries to smooth things over.

“He doesn’t like people that quick! It’s nothing personal he’s just like that. Always has been.”

Ghost looks at Soap and he leans over and kisses him, “He will certainly learn to like you way faster than Oliver.”

Ghost smiles to ease Soap even though he wasn’t convinced. They finished their movie and went to bed, but Ghost wasn’t able to fall asleep that night. When their alarm went off he was still awake and groaned. He was dead on his feet as they checked their luggage before heading out the door to leave for the airport. They had gotten a early morning flight because Soap wanted to spend as much time as possible while back home.

On the car ride Soap noticed Ghost lounging in his seat, eyes barely open.

“Oh, baby. Maybe you can take a nap on the plane ride?”

“I doubt I’ll get much sleep on a flight that is barely over an hour.”

“Still better than nothing.”

Ghost sighs, knowing that his anxiety will keep him from even getting an house of sleep. The flight was rather uneventful and Soap gave him his earbuds to listen to music so he could try to sleep. Ghost thinks he slept for thirty minutes before they landed. Seeing how excited Soap was made him keep pushing, not wanting to ruin his boyfriend’s experience of coming back home after being gone for so long.

When they walked out of the airport Eve was there. She got out of her car and ran over, hugging Ghost before hugging Soap.

“What the hell, Eve?”

“What? I hug people in the order in which I like them.”

Soap gasps and Ghost couldn’t help but preen. She helped pack their luggage in her trunk before Ghost got in the backseat. She frowned in a cartoonish manner when he did this.

“I was hoping to not have to share the front with this loser.”

Soap glares at his sister with the fury of a thousand suns. Ghost chuckles as they get in the car bickering about something. Ghost ended up falling asleep again. It wasn’t a deep sleep but it was a better nap than what he got on the plane ride. He woke when they came to stop, seeing that they were in a town. Soap and Eve were talking lowly, probably to prevent from waking him.

“I’m sure you talked to him about Pa…”

“A little bit?”

“John…”

“I was worried about scaring him. He’s already nervous about meeting everyone.”

“I doubt hiding how Pa is will help.”

Ghost made a noise and pretended to be just waking up. Soap turns his head and smiles at him.

“Hey, baby. Welcome to Glencolm! The place where I grew up.”

Ghost sits straighter in his seat to look at the town as they drove through.

“Farkirk Café?”

“Has the best burgers in the world. I have not had a burger as good as the one’s that ol’ Kenzi makes.”

Ghost makes a mental note of the place. They ended up driving a few kilometers out of town. They came to a big homestead, several cars already pulled alongside the driveway. Ghost saw some kids playing around the house. They paid no mind to them until they saw Ghost get out of the car, a couple boys running inside afterwards. Ghost’s anxiety immediately picked up, grabbing his luggage from the trunk along with Soap’s.

“I can get my own bag, Si.”

Soap is suddenly tackles by two girls. He caught himself on the car, laughing when he sees who jumped on him.

“Aye, look who it is! Two of the most beautiful girls in the world!”

He goes to grab them but they squeal and dodge him, running to Eve. They hide behind her, giggling as Soap stalked after them. Eve rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Mina, Ellie.”

The girls stood at attention, looking up at Eve. She makes a shooing motion at them.

“Go get your father.”

“Yes, Mama.”

They take off, giggling the whole way. Ghost’s heart ached at the innocence, they reminded him of Joseph.

“They’ve gotten so big!”

Eve let’s out a deep breath, “Tell me about it! Soon they’ll be dating! And you know I’ll have to kill whoever breaks their hearts!”

Eve and Soap start to move towards the house, Ghost following closely. The closer they got to the house, the harder his heart would beat. A man opens the front door, taking Eve’s hands immediately and pulling her in for a kiss. He then turns to Soap and pulls him in for a hug.

“John!”

“Hey, Jay!”

Ghost notes the man’s faint Welsh accent that mixed with a Scottish one.

The man looks at Ghost and looks him over before offering a hand, “Hello, you must be Simon.”

Ghost puts down a bag and takes the man’s hand. He could tell Jay was trying not to stare at his scarred face or hands. But Ghost recognized the curiosity and slight horror. He tries to ignore it as Jay and Eve welcome them inside. As soon as that door closed Ghost felt trapped. He wish he was wearing a mask but he knows that would’ve brought up questions. Jay reaches for the bags Ghost had.

“I can take those to your room.”

Ghost goes to protest but Soap takes his hand, “Let him. Ma would have a fit if we didn’t immediately go see her.”

Eve laughs, “She would. Hun, where is Ma?”

“In the kitchen.”

Soap starts to drag Ghost through the house. He tried to look around but Soap wasn’t giving him any time to do so. They walk into a big kitchen, two women talking over some tea. One turned and Ghost knew that was Soap’s mother. Eve and Soap looked just like her. The small woman smiles broadly and walks over, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Oh, my baby boy! Let me look at ya!”

She holds Soap by his shoulders and pushes him away at arm’s length, looking him over before she grabs him by his face.

“Ah missed ya so much!”

“Ma, I was here for Easter!”

She waves her hand dismissively, “Like that matters.”

She looks past Soap and straight at Ghost. He tensed as she studied him, unreadable. Then she smiles warmly and moves past Soap, taking his hands.

“Ye must be Simon.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She laughs, “No need for such formalities. Ye can just call me Muriel.”

She looks over Ghost, pulling away and looking to Soap.

“Ya got yerself a looker!”

Ghost blushes as Soap shakes his head, “Ma…”

She ignores Soap and looks back to Ghost. She hooks an arm with his and leads him to the kitchen island. The other woman finally speaks.

“Ah see that yer just gonna ignore me!”

Soap laughs, “Sorry, Carol!”

Soap walks over and the woman glares at him but it melts away and she reaches out, pulling Soap into a hug.

“Good to see ya, little brother.”

Carol turns to Ghost and looks him over before turning back to Soap.

“Did ya see the biggest guy in the force and decide thats yer man?”

Soap smacks her shoulder as she laughs, “What? Ye always had a thing fur big guys!”

Ghost looked away as the two start to bicker, Carol walking out of the room with Soap chasing after her. Muriel shakes her head before grabbing Ghost’s attention with a gentle tap to his arm.

“Would ya like some tea, dear?”

“Yes I would.”

“Ah’ll get ya some then. How do ya like it?”

“Just a lot of sugar added to it.”

Muriel walks over to the kettle which still had hot water in it. Ghost looks around the kitchen, unsure what to do without Soap there. Ghost looks at the decorations in the kitchen. There was some porcelain farm animals in the window sill. A woman walks into the room, groaning.

“Ma, Jacky just threw up.”

Muriel turns around, “Oh no! Where is he?”

“In the family room.”

Muriel rushes out of the kitchen, leaving Ghost alone with the woman. She was short, had reddish brown hair and blue eyes. Her face was round and she had light freckles. She studies him like she was trying to figure out who he was.

“Ah’m sorry, who are ya?”

“I’m Simon, John’s boyfriend.”

Her eyes widen before she rushes forward and hugs him tightly. Ghost tenses, not expecting her to hug him. She pulls away and is holding him by the shoulders.

“Yer not what Ah was expectin’! Much more… handsome.”

Ghost flushes as the woman steps back and clears her throat before offering her hand.

“Hello, Ah’m Andy. John’s big sister.”

Ghost takes her hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Soap walks into the kitchen, “Sorry about running off Si-“

He freezes when he sees Andy. Unlike everyone else he’s seen, he seemed to put his guard up.

“Andrea… I didn’t know you would be here.”

“That makes two of us,” She looks at Ghost, “Where did ya find this big guy?”

Ghost felt uncomfortable as she looked at him. He also didn’t like how Soap was acting. Soap glares and steps forward, getting between her and Ghost.

“Military.”

“Huh. Maybe Ah should join. Get me a big guy.”

She starts to leave the kitchen, flashing a smile at Ghost, “Good ta meet ya, Simon.”

She leaves and Soap turns to Ghost after a minute, seemingly making sure she was gone.

“What was that?”

Soap blinks, “What was what?”

“Hey! John! Simon! Pa’s comin’ in from the garage!”

Soap jumps up, “Oh shi— C’mon, babe!”

Soap grabs Ghost and drags him out of the kitchen and through the halls. They come to be big open room with a couch and loveseat. Ghost assumed it was the family room. There are a couple kids running around but they see Ghost and run upstairs. There’s an old woman, maybe Soap’s grandmother, and a woman that looked around the same age as Muriel. On the loveseat was a man with black hair and eyes. He looked at Ghost and immediately looked away when Ghost turned his attention onto him.

He looks to the big sliding doors as they open, and his heart picked up speed when a mountain of a man came through. He had a light tan, red hair and blue eyes. Ghost realized this man was taller than him. Soap walked up the man with a grin. Before he can say anything the man grabs Soap and pulls him into what looked like a bone crushing hug.

“My boy! How are ya?!”

Soap wiggles free from the man, “Fine, Pa! Hey, I want you to meet Simon!”

The man’s gaze turns to Ghost and it was ice cold. Ghost could feel the judgment as the man walks over, definitely sizing him up. Ghost has faced hordes of enemies head on, has almost diex multiple times. But for some reason, this man was the most terrifying thing he has ever faced.

“Yer the fella my boy’s been gushin’ ‘bout?”

“Yes, sir.”

While Ghost addressed Muriel as ‘ma’am’ out of respect, calling Soap’s father ‘sir’ felt like a necessity for survival. He holds out a hand to Ghost who grabs it.

“Hmm… firm hand ya got there.”

Ghost could tell the man wasn’t looking for a reply. Soap groans and grabs his father’s arm.

“Pa—“

The old woman speaks up, “Isaiah. Stop foolin’ ‘round. He’s a fine young man.”

Soap turns to the woman, “Thank you, Gran!”

Isaiah rolls his eyes before backing off. Muriel comes into the family room with a little boy in her arms. Isaiah’s attitude instantly changes. He smiles and walks over to her, placing a loving kiss on her head. Soap walks over to his grandmother and sits next to her before motioning Ghost to come sit. The other woman around Muriel and Isaiah’s age smiles at him.

“Don’t let that eejit scare ya.”

Ghost looks to her and she pats his shoulder, “I’m Miranda, John’s aunt and Muriel’s sister.”

“Simon.”

“Well, welcome to the MacTavish home.”

Ghost smiles but he looks ahead of him, feeling Isaiah’s heavy gaze on him. Hell, he felt like he was in a war zone.

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[stevenssticks]

a slash and axl (and reader) threesome with heavy degradation (to the fem reader) pretty please

these two… together.. idk how anyone would be able to handle them.

my heart goes out to the lucky gal who actually got this in the 80s bc slash literally admitted that they’ve shared women before. personally i wouldn’t have survived.

anyway. not sure how well i’m gonna succeed at giving you what you want w this one bc i haven’t really written anything w heavy degradation before but i’ll do my best! here you go.

you’re a groupie who’s been following the band around for quite some time now. showing up at their after parties and in bars they head to after shows. axl and slash noticed. oh, with looks like yours they definitely noticed. they begin to chat you up, buying you drinks, slash’s hand wandering from the small of your back to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. him and axl huffing out a laugh when you yelp.

one thing leads to the next and you’re back in axls hotel room, on your hands and knees, slash’s cock stuffed in your mouth while axl fingers you hard from behind, pulling his fingers out every now and then to give a little slap to your aching pussy. you’re throbbing as slash holds your hair. fucking your face.

“god, axl, come take a look at her. she’s so fucking messy.” slash groans as he watches drool seep from the corners of your mouth and down your neck.

“i bet she likes it like that. she’s so desperate for us, i bet this whore will take it any way we want her to.” as axl says this he brings his other hand up to your neck to feel where slash’s cock is deep in your throat. squeezing there, making you gag harder. your eyes close for a moment until you feel a slap on your cheek.

“hey now slut, eyes open for me. want you to look at me while you take it.” slash drawls, a slight shake to his voice as he tries to hide how good you’re making him feel.

“oh fuck, i think she likes that. i can feel her clenching around my fingers..” axl chimes in, shoving three fingers harder into your pussy.

“slash, get up. i want a turn with her mouth. i think shes ready for you to fuck her anyways. she’s creaming on my fingers already.”

slash promptly pulls out of your mouth with a pop, and you finally get a full breath of air in, but not for long.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you open your mouth for axl as he lifts your chin up, and he slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue a couple times and then pushes all the way into your throat, pubic bone pushing against your nose.

“oh, fuck… that’s it, slut. take me all the way. that’s it…” axl’s breathing is heavy, he looks up from you to see slash playing with your pussy, thrusting his dick through your folds. nudging your clit, really getting you desperate for it. you moan around axl’s cock, the vibrations sending sparks down axl’s thighs and up his spine. his thighs tense and he thrusts into your mouth. you try and pull off with a gag but he keeps himself deep in your throat with a grip on your hair.

at that moment slash finally pushes into you, groaning at how tight and wet you feel around him. here starts the push and pull. slash slams into you, pushing you further down on axl’s cock, in which you get pulled back, and their actions repeat over and over again.

“fuck, you like being used as a toy for us honey? yeah, you do. i can feel you clench on me. that’s it. be a good slut and make us cum.”

axl is getting close. you can feel his hips lose his tempo, and feel his cock twitch on your tongue. you work your mouth over him, sliding up the vein on the underside and dipping into his slit when he’s far enough out of your mouth.

“oh shit, oh fuck, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum on that pretty face of yours. hold still. fuck. i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”

axl pulls out of your mouth just in time to paint your face with his spend. slash has his fingers on your clit rubbing it tight circles. looking up at axl above you all messy and strung out, cock covered in your spit combined with slash fucking you at a brutal pace triggers your own orgasm. you finally let out a scream now that your mouth isn’t in use, knees spreading further and falling with your chest pressing into the mattress. you feel slash grunt and then give three hard thrusts and then you feel him cumming too, filling you up.

you’re all breathing heavy. you’re so fucked out you can barely move. you feel slash’s hands massaging your hips as he pulls out of you slowly, and you slide down fully onto the bed. axl comes to lay beside you.

“you okay honey? we weren’t too rough with you or anything?”

“‘s perfect” you reply. too far gone to even open your eyes to look at him. slash then comes in and takes you in his arms, flipping you over so he can use a warm cloth to clean you up. you don’t even remember when he had the chance to go to the bathroom and get it. you smile sleepily, stretching out your sore limbs and you know you will have bruises tomorrow. for now, you relish in the feeling of these two men taking care of you.

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WHEEEWWWW OH MY GOD. i need them. badly. what the fuck.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

okok i may have gotten ahead of myself with the christmas themed ask LMAO even tho you totally killed it and may or may not have put me into a holly jolly mood- ITS OCTOBER I NEED TO SLOW DOWN (slowtown reference?)

in honor of spooky season, may i request tyler x reader on tour during october, where reader totally goes crazy with the spooky decorations?

stickers, fake spiders and spiderwebs, fairy lights, and other decorations allll over the tour bus, backstage, tyler's instruments, etc.

maybe a bit of that tiktok trend of people covering their partners car and face with cutesey stickers lol!!

imagine tyler appearing on stage in Serious Clancy mode with cute halloween stickers all over his face, arms, and mic 😭🥹

trust, this will not be the last halloween themed ask i conjure up this month 😌

i look forward to seeing this come to life!!

hope all is well 🫶🏼

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Haunted Bus - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: none! :)

Word Count: 2614

A/N: This was so much fun to write lol I had so many ideas - halloween is my favorite holiday so I was so excited to see this request. I made it a bit niche by adding that the reader is from NZ like me where we don't really tend to celebrate it which explains why she goes crazy :) also featuring debby and josh bc we luv them! can't wait to see the next request!

It had taken everything in me to stay home while the boys were touring in October. Tyler knew how much I loved Fall and Halloween—it had become our thing. Every year, we’d transform our house into a spooky wonderland, with pumpkins lining the porch, fog machines hidden in the bushes, and skeletons dangling from the eaves. No matter how hard we tried to adjust the schedule, this time, it just wasn’t possible. The best he could do was promise we’d be home by October 14th, just in time to celebrate. But in the meantime, I was determined to bring Halloween with me, no matter where we were. By the time October rolled around, we were only a few weeks away from the end of the American leg of The Clancy Tour, and I was itching to dive into the spooky season. Debby, always my partner in crime, knew exactly what I needed. That morning, we woke up early, leaving Tyler fast asleep, and made our way to Target.

“Oh my god, look at all this!” I practically squealed as we entered the Halloween section, grabbing a red basket and darting toward the decorations. “This is like… heaven. We don’t have anything like this back home!”

Growing up in New Zealand, Halloween had never been a big deal, so the over-the-top decorations in American stores still blew my mind. There were aisles of fake skeletons, glowing ghosts, fog machines, and everything in between. It was like stepping into my dream version of Halloween.

Debby chuckled, shaking her head. “I still don’t get how you survived so many years without a proper Halloween, Y/N.”

“I have no idea,” I replied, pressing every button on the animatronic toys until they were all blinking, buzzing, and screeching. Halloween had become a serious obsession for me. The first year I started dating Tyler, Debby and Josh invited me to their legendary Halloween party, and ever since, I was hooked. Now I talked about the holiday year-round, planning decorations and themes months in advance.

“We should totally make the buses look haunted,” I said, grabbing a couple bags of fake spiderwebs and tossing them into the basket. “We could go all out.”

Debby laughed. “You know we don’t have that much space, right?”

“I know, but we have to get spiderwebs. At least those will fit!” I said, grabbing a few more packets just to be sure. Debby picked up a few boxes of orange fairy lights and handed some to me.

“We used these last time around Josh’s drum kit, and it looked amazing. He told me to pick up more. I’m sure you can find some use for them on your bus.”

Before long, our baskets were overflowing with decorations—candy corn, ghost window gels, pumpkin stickers, and all the spooky essentials. The thought of surprising—and slightly annoying—Tyler with a fully decorated haunted bus made me feel like a kid again. I was practically buzzing with excitement as we headed back, already plotting out how to turn our bus into a Halloween wonderland.

When we got back, Tyler was still fast asleep, so I tiptoed into the bus, trying not to wake him. I got straight to work, channeling my inner Halloween decorator. I stretched fake spiderwebs over the cabinets, stuck glowing ghost decals onto the windows, and placed a pumpkin spice candle on the counter. The bus was starting to look like a Halloween explosion, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined Tyler’s reaction.

Tyler eventually stirred, letting out a groggy groan as he reached out, his hand searching for me on the other side of the bed. I crawled beside him, watching as his sleepy eyes blinked open. His brow furrowed slightly, and I could tell he hadn’t noticed anything yet.

“I’m right here, hun,” I whispered, smiling as I leaned in closer.

“Good morning,” he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. His nose wrinkled, and he squinted toward the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”

“Pumpkin spice candle,” I said, biting back a grin. 

Tyler stretched and yawned before his eyes finally took in the scene around him—the fake spiderwebs stretched across the kitchen, the ghost decals on the windows, the plastic spiders scattered across the counter. His sleepy expression morphed into one of amused disbelief.

“How did you…?

“Debby took me to Target,” I said innocently, suppressing a giggle.

He shook his head, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Of course she did. You just love spooky season, don’t you?”

“More than anyone,” I declared proudly.

Tyler sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he surveyed the Halloween transformation. “You’re going to drive Josh insane with all this.”

“Josh will love it,” I shot back, hopping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen. “Besides, Debby helped me pick everything out, so he doesn’t get a vote.”

Tyler chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he padded toward the shower. “I don’t know what I’m more scared of—the haunted bus or how far you’re planning to take this.”

“You have no idea what’s coming,” I teased, winking as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he was gone, I pulled out the rest of the decorations Debby and I had picked up and headed to the venue. Debby and Josh were already there, decorating Josh’s drum kit with the orange fairy lights, while I set to work sticking pumpkin stickers across Tyler’s bass and even sneaking a few onto the piano keys. We scattered more fake spiders and webs throughout the dressing rooms and across the arena, adding to the overall spooky vibe. By the time Tyler joined us, he was stumbling across Halloween decorations every few steps, muttering under his breath each time he found another sticker or plastic spider.

But no matter how much he tried to act annoyed, I could tell he was secretly enjoying the chaos. Every now and then, I’d catch him peeling off a sticker, only for me to stick another one somewhere else when he wasn’t looking. His exasperation was growing, but so was that mischievous smile he couldn’t hide.

As the afternoon wore on, the whole crew had gotten into the Halloween spirit. Josh was drumming with little skeletons dangling from his kit, Debby was sticking glow-in-the-dark bats onto his drumsticks, and even the crew had added their own decorations to equipment cases and dressing room doors.

Tyler, meanwhile, was wandering the venue with a bemused expression, fake spiderwebs clinging to his jacket and tiny pumpkins stuck to his guitar case. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw a bright green ghost sticker on his shoulder that he hadn’t noticed yet.

“You’re really pushing your luck, Y/N,” he teased, giving me a playful glare when he caught me giggling.

I grinned, leaning back against the soundboard. “You love it. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Josh shouting, “Tyler, look at your uke!”

We all turned to see Josh holding up Tyler's ukulele, now with a large spider sticker plastered right at the base of the neck. Tyler groaned, running a hand through his hair, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“How did I not see that earlier?” he muttered, shaking his head.

Debby and I exchanged a mischievous look before bursting into laughter. “You were too busy focusing on the tiny pumpkins I stuck on the piano keys,” I teased.

Tyler sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. As the evening approached and the fans started filling the venue, the spooky decorations spread everywhere. The stage, the dressing rooms, the buses—everything had a touch of Halloween madness. Fans even showed up in costumes, snapping pictures of the stage decked out in orange fairy lights and haunted decor.

When it was finally time for the show, Tyler stepped onto the stage, falling into his intense Clancy persona. The crowd erupted in cheers, and for a moment, he was completely focused. But then, mid-song, he noticed the bright orange pumpkin sticker I’d placed on his mic earlier. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his serious expression, but I saw him bite back a smile. It got worse when he caught Josh’s eye. Josh, sitting behind his drum kit surrounded by glow-in-the-dark bats, was giving Tyler a look that screamed, What have we become? Tyler cracked—he turned away from the crowd, pretending to adjust his in-ear monitor, but I saw the laugh he was holding in.

As the night wore on, the decorations became part of the performance. Fans pointed out the tiny pumpkins and skeletons strung across the stage, snapping pictures and laughing at the haunted spectacle. Tyler, still fighting to keep Clancy intact, kept getting caught off guard by the random Halloween touches I’d added. His mic, his guitar, even his water bottle had tiny pumpkins and spiders stuck to them.

During the encore, he finally gave in. As he came back onstage for the final song, he raised his arm to reveal the black cat temporary tattoo I’d sneakily applied earlier. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Tyler just shook his head with a grin.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” he said into the mic, holding up his arm for the audience to see.

The fans cheered louder, and I felt my cheeks flush with pride as I stood offstage, watching him with a satisfied grin. Tyler finished the set with the stickers still plastered all over his gear, and by the end of the night, I knew I had succeeded in turning the tour into the ultimate Halloween experience.

As the last notes of the encore rang out and the lights dimmed, Tyler came offstage, still shaking his head in amused disbelief. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we made our way back toward the dressing room. The sound of the crowd's final cheers still echoed in the air, filling me with a sense of joy that felt as electric as the Halloween lights strung throughout the venue.

“You're lucky I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple, a sweet reminder of how special moments like this were to us.

“I know,” I replied smugly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “And you’re lucky I didn’t cover your entire face in stickers.”

Tyler groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t give them any ideas,” he said, nodding toward Josh and the crew, who were still cackling about the Halloween chaos. “I’ll be peeling stickers off my stuff for weeks.”

I shrugged playfully. “Totally worth it,” I replied with a wink, letting go of his waist to gather up a few stray decorations left behind.

We entered the dressing room, which was still littered with remnants of our Halloween takeover. Fake spiders crawled across the table, and a few pumpkin stickers had managed to find their way onto crew members' gear. The atmosphere was light and buzzing, filled with laughter and excitement from the show.

As I started collecting the decorations, Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with a smile. “You know, this has actually been kind of fun,” he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Even if it is a total disaster.”

I shot him a teasing glare. “A total disaster? This is a masterpiece! Wait until next year; we’ll have the whole tour bus covered in cobwebs and pumpkin lights.”

“Next year, huh?” he mused, clearly already imagining the chaos I had in store. “You might need to start planning now.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” I replied, laughing as I tossed another handful of stickers into a bag. “I’m going to need an entire month of preparation for the ultimate Halloween tour.”

As we finished tidying up, Josh sauntered in, his hair still slightly damp from the post-show shower. “You guys seriously went all out. I can’t believe how many stickers you managed to get on our stuff,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Hey, you’re just as much to blame for this,” Tyler shot back, gesturing toward the decorations that surrounded us. “You encouraged her!”

Josh held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here for the fun, man. But next year, I’m putting my foot down. No more pumpkin stickers on my kit, alright?”

“Challenge accepted,” I said with a grin, leaning closer to Josh as I started to plot out my next Halloween invasion.

The conversation shifted to plans for the next few shows, but I could feel the warmth of Tyler’s arm resting around my shoulders. As he leaned in closer, I felt a flutter in my stomach. This was what I loved most about being on the road with him—the spontaneous moments, the laughter, and how easy it felt to share the chaos of life together.

After a while, as the laughter faded and we began to wrap things up, Tyler turned to me, his expression softening. “You know, it’s these little moments that make everything worth it,” he said quietly, glancing around the dressing room, now a blend of spooky decor and lingering laughter.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, leaning into him, feeling his warmth seep into me.

With the decorations finally packed away, we made our way back to the bus. The excitement of the show still hung in the air, and I could see Tyler’s contentment reflected in the twinkle of the fairy lights strung up in the bus. He opened the door, and we stepped inside together, the cozy atmosphere wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

“Okay, but we have to leave a few decorations up,” I said, grabbing a couple of leftover spiderwebs and tossing them onto the couch. “Just to keep us in the spirit till we get home.”

Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I replied, smirking as I sank into the couch, pulling him down next to me. “This is only the beginning.”

As we settled in, I snuggled up against him, the bus rocking gently as the night wore on. We spent the rest of the evening recounting our favorite moments from the show and joking about the fans’ reactions to the Halloween madness. With each laugh and shared glance, I could feel our connection deepening. The world outside faded away, and in this moment, it was just us—wrapped up in our own little universe, where the spirit of Halloween reigned supreme.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble we’ll get into next year,” Tyler mused, a playful grin spreading across his face.

I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Next year? Just wait until we turn our house into a haunted mansion!”

“Bring it on, spooky girl,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Just promise me you’ll let me get through one more tour before you unleash your full Halloween arsenal on me.”

“Deal,” I replied, biting back a smile. “But I can’t make any promises about the off-season.”

As the night wore on, we sat in comfortable silence, the glow from the pumpkin spice candle flickering softly around us. I leaned my head on his shoulder, soaking in the warmth of the moment. Halloween may have just begun, but this tour had already turned into an unforgettable adventure—one filled with laughter, love, and more than a few stickers.

And I knew, deep down, that as long as I had Tyler by my side, every season, every tour, and every moment would be just as magical, chaotic, and full of laughter as this Halloween had been.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[hyunsvngs]

Juno Juno Juno, my love, my light

I lost a nail, I fought with my boyfriend and my cat clawed my gaming chair so I had five bottles of soju now I’m terribly terribly hungover 😭

If you’re feeling up for it could I bother you for your skz helping with a hangover headcanons

chan: honestly idk why but my brain went INSTANTLY to u and the kids having a wild night of drinking and he’s got to look after u ALL the next day. he’s just giggling playfully like “they lured my girlfriend into sin…” but he lowkey loves that you guys get on so well!! definitely has painkillers and water waiting by your bedside and cooks breakfast <3

minho: makes fun of u. what a weakling, u have a hangover? r u joking? probs screams louder just to make ur head hurt but then kisses u when u dont find it funny. “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” runs and gets u soonie doongie and dori for some cuddles.

changbin: he, too, is hungover. if u’ve been drinking, so has he and i get the vibe bini can put back A LOT of alcohol. u die in bed all day and order takeaway, watching shitty movies and whining every now and then that ur dying. it’s the end of the world until u wake up after a nap and suddenly feel fine

hyunjin: seems like the type to walk off hangovers so when you feel so fucked up after drinking he’s like oh?? worm?? and he’s so dramatic about it. keeps saying “are you sure this is a hangover? i’ve never seen anything like this before!” and you’re like no hyune, it’s really fine. insists on taking u to a&e and u have to stop him

jisung: i am so sure he was hungover in that one skz code, passed out in his puffer jacket. so i think he would also be hungover too. u guys would wake up, makeup still on, clothes from last night n just look at eachother and groan simultaneously. minho would have to come over to cook u food and tend to u bc u’d be positively dying

felix: helps with ur hangxiety. ur like “no seriously, felix, i backflipped over the bar last night.” and he’s all “yeah but did i tell u abt that one time where i ___.” he has you laughing so hard about it by the end of it you’ve forgotten you’re hungover. he just plays everything off as the lil sunshine he is. he’s just a little schweetie

seungmin: oh he’s so father coded abt it. all “you did this to yourself. you must face the consequences.” and ur like yes but i am dying?? tend to me?? and he begrudgingly does it. brings u water and pretends he hates looking after you but so secretly loves it really.. but adds it to the list of things u owe him for

jeongin: oh he’s so unknowingly evil about it. while felix is comforting, jeongin would be like “LMAO DO U REMEMBER ___?!” and you’re like oh my god please let me die. he definitely finds it SO funny and takes pictures of u at ur worst and when u ask why he’s like ?? ur cute?? LIKE HE GENUINELY DOESNT GET IT!! HE DOESNT GET HOW EVIL HE IS

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Limoncello - Chapter 6

Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, one mini flashback, I didn't proof read half of this bc I hate myself, a stupid joke? or exchange??, like it's really fucking dumb i'm warning you.

Series Masterlist

“To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with.” ~ Mark Twain

Mountains of different shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, and dresses littered the floor in Maeve’s bedroom. She couldn’t even see the floor anymore. When Nick had told her that he found it hard to believe that she owned anything black, she hadn’t expected that the nail polish would actually be the only black thing she owned. She also hadn’t realized that she had this many clothes. She growled in frustration as she grabbed yet another colorful article of clothing. She looked over to her vanity where her phone was propped up against the mirror, her best friend’s bored face covering the screen as she watched Maeve through the ongoing facetime call. 

“Presley,” Maeve whined to her friend, striding towards the phone and picking it up as she anxiously ran her fingers through hair. “What do I do? I have nothing to wear to this gig.” 

Presley sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Your floor looks like the opening scene of Clueless. You have plenty to wear,” she started. “What exactly are you going for?”

“Like…A rockstar girlfriend type of look,” Maeve sounded unsure. “At least something that won’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.” 

Presley visibly held back laughter. “Babe, that’s so not you. You’re not going to find anything that fits the bill in your closet.” 

“Well what do I do? I can’t go buy anything,” Maeve whined. “I have to be ready in an hour.” 

Presley thought for a moment, “Do you still have those dark green corduroy shorts?” 

Maeve nodded and set the phone down to dig through the closet once more. She found them relatively quick and put them on to ensure that they still fit. They did. 

“Great,” Presley approved. “Now just style those how you’d usually style them. You’ll look gorgeous. If that boy likes you for you, he’ll think so too. Plus, it’s a dive bar. Don’t overthink it.”

Maeve felt her face heat up at the mention of Nick possibly liking her. She hoped he did, but she continuously convinced herself that he was just friendly. Presley had been rooting for them the moment Maeve told her about him on the day the band moved in across the street.

“Presley!” Maeve beamed once she answered the facetime call. “I have new neighbors! Across the street!”

“I’m assuming you already went over there?” Presley questioned, knowing her friend’s tendency to be hospitable. 

“I just got back from bringing them cookies,” Maeve confirmed. “It’s four guys. And! They’re a band. From what I can tell, they play pretty heavy stuff. Well, heavy for me at least.” Maeve rambled on with the biggest smile that Presley had seen from her in a long time. Maeve usually was one to get excited about meeting new people. But Presley could tell this was different. 

“How did it go?” Presley asked gently, trying to get more information about these neighbors and why they had her so excited. 

“It went really well! They’re all so kind! They loved the cookies,” Maeve giggled before she continued. “Oh! Their drummer is really cute.” 

Presley watched as Maeve’s face turned bright red. “Tell me more about this drummer.” 

“Well, his name is Nick. He seemed a little bit shy. But when we shook hands, neither of us let go when we definitely should’ve. I feel really stupid for that. It’s probably my fault,” Maeve’s smile faded a bit. “Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m so weird.”

Presley laughed and shook her head, “If he didn’t let go either, it’s probably fine.” Presley didn’t say anything then, but she knew that Maeve had a crush and that Nick probably had one too. 

Maeve dug through the clothes on the floor and in the closet looking for some very specific pieces. She grabbed a fitted, cropped white tank top, a thin brown belt, and some brown boots. After dressing herself completely she threw on a dainty, gold necklace and matching stud earrings. She backed up so she was in frame to show Presley. “This is cute right? I don’t think I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.” 

“Super cute. Super you.” Presley gave her a thumbs up. “I love it.”

“Cool,” Maeve nodded. “One more question. Bubble braids?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

After throwing her hair into bubble braids, doing some light, glowy makeup, and saying goodbye to Presley, Maeve grabbed her purse and made her way across the street. She smiled as she saw the garage door open the second she stepped into their driveway. ‘Perfect timing,’ she thought. 

Nicholas stepped outside first, his hair sitting messily in a bun on top of his head. He offered a tight lipped smile. “Hey Maeve. You’re still riding with us, right?”

“If that’s still okay with you guys, then yes,” she grinned as she approached him. 

“Well, you’ll be riding with Folio in the truck,” he explained. “And trust me, he’s more than okay with it.”

“Oh you guys take separate vehicles?” Maeve tilted her head to the side. 

Nicholas nodded, “Yeah. The drum kit takes up a lot of space, so we have to.”

The door leading into the garage opened and Nick emerged. He seemed to be on autopilot as he went straight over to the drum kit without even glancing in their direction. As he began to prepare it for loading, Nicholas leaned over to Maeve. “Watch this,” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “Hey, Folio.”

Without turning to look, Folio responded with a hum. 

Nicholas tried to hold back a smirk, “Maeve’s here. You’re not gonna say hi?”

Folio froze in his spot for a moment. His eyes widened as he finally turned around. His face had turned beet red in a matter of seconds. 

Maeve tried to hold back a laugh, “Yeah what’s up with that?” She played along. “You invited me and you’re not even gonna say hi?” He looked nervous, embarrassed and clearly didn’t know what to say. Maeve couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore as she walked over to him, “I’m just messing.” She placed her hand on his bicep and gave it a comforting squeeze. 

His face settled into a goofy grin as he looked down at her, “Very funny.” 

“Nicholas started it,” Maeve jutted her thumb to point behind her at Nicholas, who had a hand over his mouth still trying so hard not to burst out laughing. 

Folio rolled his eyes as he turned his focus to Nicholas. “Since this is so funny, why don’t you help me load this up?”

Maeve stepped to the side as Nicholas began to help Folio. Once they were far away enough from Maeve, Nicholas decided to tease him a little more. “You are so fucking down bad,” he mumbled to him with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

With all the instruments and equipment loaded up, they all left for the bar. Maeve sat in the passenger’s seat of Nick’s old truck and tried not to stare too hard at his profile while he drove. Nick was trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was proving difficult with how pretty she looked and how nice she smelled, so he kept stealing little glances. 

He then realized how quiet it was. Even with the music playing from the radio, he still felt like there was an intense, awkward silence. He needed to say something. He didn’t want it to seem like he didn’t want her there. So, he began to talk about the first thing that came to mind. It just so happened to be a shower thought that he’d had earlier. “You know dog whistles?” he asked her.

Maeve furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him. “Yeah…” she trailed off, confused. “What about them?”

“So, only dogs hear them, right?”

“I guess…yeah.” She had no idea where he was going with this, but she was curious enough to play into it. 

“Alright. Have you ever heard of a death whistle?” he questioned, seemingly changing the subject. 

“Like the Aztec ones?” Maeve asked. A smile began to form on her face at the strangeness of this conversation. 

“Exactly,” said Nick. “Do you think it’s the same? Like only dogs can hear dog whistles. Can only dead people hear death whistles?”

She bursted into a fit of laughter. “Definitely not,” she responded. “How would that even work? How do they hear it if they're dead?” 

Nick started to laugh along with her, “I don’t know! Maybe their souls have ears or something.” 

“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Maeve laughed, clearly amused. She lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she continued to laugh harder and harder the more she thought about the absurdity of the question. 

Nick looked over at her fully as he laughed at his own stupid question and her reaction to it. Then he noticed her nails. “Hey, did you paint your nails? They’re black.”

Through heaving breaths in an attempt to control her laughter, Maeve nodded. “Yeah, I painted them last night. Thought it could be fun for us to match.” 

Nick swore he felt his heart swell at the admission and he was rendered speechless for a moment. “Yeah,” he said softly, his own laughter long faded but a fond smile still present. “That’s sick.” 

[fishnets-fingers]

Oh god I'm so exciteddd!!! Don't mind me just warming up in your inbox ;)

[He quietly slips out the bed and heads to the bathroom to change into his running gear.] Wait let me tell you this -- I too got into running this year!! (And I'm not sure how I feel about finally being able to understand where this weird man was coming from in the previous fics)

[He quietly slips out the bed and heads to the bathroom to change into his running gear. ] LAYLA. She was mine before she was his. I said what I said.

[“It’s the AM,” he answers diplomatically. ] JHSFKAHFKJH HE GETS IT

[He relishes this routine;] Still I don't like relating with him so hard when I judged him for this just as much Layla did

[“Can’t wait. I love you.” “I love you too, Lails.” ] Maya you need to ask these assholes not to exclude me next time onwards.

[“I bloody love you, sweet girl.”] SWEET GIRL I MISSED THIS AHHHHHHHH

[To not have to tiptoe around Layla’s housemates, who barely tolerated each other.] I'm ready to hate on them already

[“Of course I am. I’m almost twenty six. You’re twenty seven. We’ve been together for two years now. I’m so in love with you, Layla Sathish. Never stopped for a second since I first laid eyes on you in your Uncle’s house in Apex. Never stopped in the two years we were apart. And I don’t want to waste another second. I want us together. I want to go to bed with you next to me. Kiss you goodbye when we both leave for university. I want to complain about your makeup and skincare taking up all the space in the bathroom cabinet. I want to buy you flowers when I come back home after a run. I want your paints and brushes scattered on the dining table. I want to make space in my closet for your clothes. I want your fingerprints smeared on my laptop screen. Move in with me.” ] Layla needs to move over since I packed my bags first. I don't make the rules.

[like the time she used his coffee grinder to make gunpowder from scratch and he was about ready to rip all his hair off telling her about cross-contamination of the flavour.] I aspire to be this woman.

[He smiles toeing off his shoes as he spots two sets of feet - one tiny and one large - sticking out.] The way I gasped and held my breath bc I thought these two morons had a child and had to read further to confirm that I did know them well enough to know that it wasn't theirs was so real

[“Harry!” The girl screams in delight, crawling haphazardly towards him.] Laya is me, I am Laya

[“A sweet pea for my sweet pea.” He declares, chuckling at the way Laya cheeks tinge with pink and the way she blinks up at him with a shy smile.] AWWWWWWWWW

[When they pull away, she’s breathless, looking up at him with her tired eyes. And he cannot resist pulling her back in for another,] they are so in love I'm literally smiling like a fool

[“Thank you for this,” she picks up the bouquet from her lap and brings it close to her chest. “And all the others.” She presses a quick peck on his lips and they make their out the fort and towards the kitchen.] THANK YOU MAYA (we all say) FOR GIVING US A SWEET SWEET TREAT.

My teeth have rotten, I fear, but I have learned nothing, I fear more. I will consume this fluff everyday if I could I'm so stupid for them it's not even funny.

You'd THINK that it's been so long I wouldn't feel the same about these bastards but I DO AND IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. Maya you deserve a booker prize for creating these two.

Absolutely honoured to have you read what I write and dedicate your time to writing this! Thank you!

This made me laugh and I really needed this today.

Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. Maybe this will inspire me to finish this story properly, eh ;)

[spoiler alert: layla's housemates are a problem she single handedly created herself]

[reineyday]

i’m back to say that magnificent was so so so good!! i love the uta mihawk interactions and how mihawk wants to protect her. i think my favorite part though was when mihawk was talking to shanks all nervous about whether he could call uta his daughter, but shanks answers with an “of course.”

this fic made me wonder why mihawk would do if he was present during the one piece film red… would he come along with the red crew, or would he already be there like the others (luffy, law, etc)?

awh 💖💖 thank u for your continued support! it means a lot :') and im happy you enjoyed the fic haha 🥰

UH, long answer short: i kind of have headcanons that position him before, during, and after the movie hahaha. sorry this reply turned out longer than i expected but my brain's got a mihawk & uta agenda goin' on rn. 😂 thanks again for the ask! ➡️

i actually have a bit of a draft going of mihawk seeing the "shanks destroys elegia" headline, seeing what's up, and finding uta, which i started before i wrote up magnificent lol. that's kinda where i picture him--doing something before everything happens, bc his curiosity makes him wonder why shanks would do smthg so uncharacteristic.

i recognize that's kind of a cop-out answer tho LOL so in regards to the movie itself in the canon(ish) timeline, i imagine he'd probably be there beforehand like luffy etc. he'd be there bc buggy and his crew got tickets and he was somehow dragged there against his will (similar to how law says he's chaperoning bepo but a lot more antagonistic about it aha), probably bc croc decides it might be beneficial to go, for whatever reason. probably scoping the crowd. (pls imagine the cross guild at uta's concert garnering Looks and standing out very obviously, but no one wants to say anything about it LOL even if the crowd is very anti-pirate. like, the strawhats and soen charlottes were there so. why not some ex-warlords?)

when there, he'd be like, "hey wait isn't that shanks's kid? didn't he say she left to sing? huh." and then maybe possibly even dial shanks on his baby den den about it bc if he's the type to bring luffy's poster all the way to an island, he'd probably try to ring up shanks. then he wouldn't be able to connect and clock that something is Up bc he knows shanks is just kinda hanging on his ship rn, on his way out from wano. i dont think he'd be with shanks along with his crew, and i dont think he'd bother going after the fact to help if he wasn't there to start with, which is why i think he'd already be there for separate reasons. ;P

anyways, i also have the start of an idea where the movie happens but uta survives, and shanks, stressed, is like, "hey, y'know what, everything's ramping up and everyone's trying to kill uta and she's still recovering from this wakeshroom shit so she'd probably be safer on land but the marines will be looking for all my known close associates... i'm gonna drop her off with mihawk. he trained those two other kids and the misanthropic fucker (affectionate) has probably found a new island by now anyways, since he isn't a warlord anymore. it should be fine. he'll say yes."

he sets out with his crew to follow mihawk's vivre card. benn and yasopp get the news coo and start laughing about something but they don't tell him, and whatever, he's going to see mihawk soon. he's definitely being led to land, which makes him feel vindicated, until it becomes more and more clear that the structure standing out on the shore is a huge big top tent, and there's an unfortunately very familiar flag flying, and shanks is like, "oh god, don't tell me," and then promptly has to dodge a flying fist and yelling about how he isn't welcome here and what the fuck is mihawk doing with buggy???? and benn and yasopp, having seen the cross guild poster in the news and hidden it from shanks, are laughing so hard at him while he deals with this momentary crisis where two completely different parts of his life have seem to connected without his knowing about it.

(buggy is happy to see uta bc for all that they fight shanks and buggy did make some sort of effort with their brotherhood every now and then so he knows uta and she calls him "uncle bugs"!; mihawk ofc says "yes" to taking care of her bc he feels qualified to handle young adults now lol (he says this with an air of gravitas that is hilarious when considering how he interacts with zoro and perona, which is stoically and poorly); uta makes fun of her dad relentlessly for not having made any moves on the guy he's been in a situationship with since she was a literal child; and croc comes home from a meeting to find international pop sensation uta (that the news said tried to take over the world during her concert or something???) reclined on their couch drinking tea. wild day for everyone.)

[miss-americana-reputation]

writing comfort for @oneforthemunny bc i need some rn

🐙 prompt- mafia!eddie

🐙- domestic blurb!! any of the dad!eddie’s take their kids to stay with wayne for a mini vacation (or staycation if they’re in hawkins). I love grandpa!wayne and dad!eddie make my ovaries cry.

a/n- i hc reader and eddie have a daughter phoebe. and ofc uncle wayne makes an appearance.

—————

“hey.” eddie smiles as wayne opens the door. “hi.” wayne softly laughs. i smile as he brings me and eddie into a tight hug.

phoebe pulls on wayne’s legs and he bends down, with his knees popping and he slightly groans, and picks her up. “hi.” she smiles. “hey buttercup.” he smiles at her.

we all head inside to the small trailer. we sit down on the couch and catch up, steering away from the conversation of eddie’s work.

halfway through, with the warm feeling of homely vibe of the trailer and the nice warmth throughout, i feel my eyes droop. “you okay?” eddie whispers to me. “fine, just tired.” i hum out. “okay.” he nods.

“daddy.” phoebe smiles. “yeah?” he asks. “there’s a pond. can we check it out?” she asks. “um, how about just you and pop-pop, me and mommy are gonna take a nap.” he explains. “okay!” phoebe smiles.

“wanna go check the hall closet for the gear?” wayne asks her. “yes.” she smiles and leaves. “listen. i love phoebe, but i swear to god, if you make another grand baby in this trailer, i’ll reek hell on you,” he explains. “especially because i’m giving you the bed.” he adds.

“got it.” eddie nods. “mhm. i’m actually just exhausted.” i agree. “okay.” wayne says. “found it.” phoebe smiles, running empty handed. “okay. let me go grab it and you stay.” he gets up.

“daddy? are you coming?” she asks. “no, me and mommy are gonna take a nap.” he nods. “okay.” she smiles.

“so. you wanna focus really on the elbow and wrist.” wayne tells olivia. “okay.” she smiles. “you like the one i got for you?” he asks her about the barbie fishing rod he has.

“you still play with those barbie’s and bratz?” he asks her. “yeah, and webkinz.” she answers. “got it.” he nods. “so how’s your daddy doing?” he asks her. “good. he’s been busy.” she answers, legs swinging.

“oh. how’s mommy?” he asks. “she’s good. she got me a new barbie and webkinz.” she smiles. “that’s nice.” he smiles.

he notices that her small line is pulling. “here. bring it in, bring it in.” he encourages and she does, getting a small fish. “i got one! i got one!” she cheers. “good job. here, let me get a picture.” wayne sets his down and pulls out his camera.

he snaps a picture of her holding the squirming fish. “here, let’s release it.” wayne says, reaching for the line. he throws it back and they continue the cycle.

“having fun?” eddie makes them both jump. “hey.” wayne nods at him. “daddy! daddy!” phoebe runs into his arms. “yeah?” he says, holding her against his chest. “i caught one!” she grins. “really? do you still have it?” he asks.

“no. grandpa wayne said it’s catch and re-release.” she explains. “oh okay.” he nods. “where’s mommy?” she asks. “she’s still asleep.” he explains. “okay. can you stay?” she asks. “okay. wanna sit in my lap or i can still on the ground?” he asks. “lap.” she nods.

he nods and puts her on his lap. wayne is really the only one fishing as eddie and wayne talk while phoebe listens.

———

[cinemastyles-blog]

Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2

Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “I really love the idea of harry fucking a fan and having a breeding kink. So muttering things like "yeah, you want me to cum deep inside you?? Put a baby deep inside you?" And kind of playing on his cockiness if knowing a fan WOULD want to have his babies and kinda risking it bc he thinks its hot. you can make the mc a little plus size?? And like mention it? Maybe have harry like it? There just isn't much representation and I would appreciate that. Im like obsessed with this idea so pls pls if you are willing "You would like that wouldn't you?" While pounding roughly inside y/n. LIKE PLS I NEED IT”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, heavy breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, lots of praising, hair pulling, choking, oral (both), harry x plus size!y/n, this is loaded with nasty filth enjoy <3

Masterlist

LIVE ON TOUR HARRY

You stood with your hands gripping the black, metal railing of the barricade.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes move around the stage, still trying to convince yourself that Harry is going to be right. there.

“I can’t wait to see him.” A girl next to you says, “I hope he comes out shirtless.”

As much as you’d like to see Harry shirtless, live in person, you’re just glad to be there and hear him sing.

You laughs and shake your head, “I’m sure it’ll be a great show regardless.”

She nods and tilts her head, “Where did you get that skirt from? Your outfit is so cute and I love that shirt.”

You look down and smile, “Oh thank you.” You look up at her, “I got it off of, oh shit. I can’t remember. It was a while ago.”

You point to get dress, “I like your dress. It’s so sparkly.”

“Thank you-“

She stops talking as the lights go down and Harry’s band comes to the stage.

Your heart starts beating fast, the anticipation of seeing him this close setting in. Your palm becomes sweaty as you grip the bar again, bringing your phone up to record him making his entrance.

“Here he comes!” The girl next to you says leaning over and pushing her shoulder into yours.

All you can do is smile and when he comes out into the stage wearing that slightly see through black shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top and an almost matching your skirt plaid pants and jacket.

The girls around you gasp and look at you.

“What the fuck?” The one girl screams, “You fucking win, girl.”

“Oh my god she is matching Harry!”

You look down at your skirt, almost like you’re confirming that it’s still plaid and it indeed matches Harry’s fit for tonight.

After Harry is done singing his first song he steps back and looks at everyone in the crowd, “Wow. You guys are unbelievable.”

He chuckles and walks back and fourth the stage, stopping when he sees you.

Your heart feels like it drops into your stomach. Your phone is recording nothing but the floor because you’re too busy staring at Harry.

“Hello, love.” Harry tilts his head and bends down.

“H-hi, Harry.” You smile and bite your lip, “How are you?”

He nods and smiles, “I’m doing wonderful, thank you for asking. How are you? What’s your name?”

“y/n, it’s y/n.” You nod a few times quickly, “I’m amazing!”

“That’s good.” He smiles and licks his lips as his eyes move down to your shirt, “I like that shirt. Do you, y/n, have love for yourself?”

Harry saying your name makes your thighs squeeze together, “I would say so.”

He smiles, “That’s great to hear, y/n. You look beautiful, thank you for coming to support me.”

“Since twenty ten, my love.” You smirk slightly, “Since twenty ten!”

He shakes his head and covers his face, “I love it, I love it. I really do. That’s amazing, thank you for that, y/n.” He presses his fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss.

The girls around you could burst your ear drums, screaming and grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly, “y/n!”

“Oh I almost forgot..” Harry shuffles back in front of you and points, “I like that skirt, plaid is definitely in.” He winks and walks away, but keeps his eyes on you until a fan catches his attention.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Girl how are you still standing?”

“yeah, right. I’d be on the floor.”

You shake your head, amazed that you were the first interaction of the night, and amazing at how much tension, chemistry you felt.

You thought you were being delusional, there’s no way Harry could be interested in you.

No way.

But you were very wrong.

The whole show, every time you were in Harry’s view, his eyes were on you. He was center stage, looking over to his right at you, smiling and shaking his head as you sing his songs to him.

You ate up the main character moment, because why not. You thought that after tonight, you’d have to go see him at another one of his shows.

But you were also very wrong about that, too.

——

“Thank you all so very much for coming out and sing these song with me, you truly have changed my life..” Harry goes on with his thank you speech, glancing at you every so often, trying to hide that smile you make him have.

“Goodnight.” His eyes stay on you for a few seconds and he smiles before he walks off the stage.

You’re standing there, chit chatting with the girls who were around you, telling them how you feel. They’re telling you how they feel.

It’s insane.

“Miss?”

“Plaid skirt.”

The one girl taps your arm and points behind you, “I think he’s trying to get your attention, y/n.”

You turn around to see a guy wearing a t shirt that says security.

“Me?” You point to yourself and he nods, “Yeah, I was told to come and find you, per Harry’s request.”

Your heart sinks again and your knees go shakey, “Okay.” He points down to the end of the barricade, “Meet me down there.”

He walks away when you nod and you turn around, “That can’t be real.” You shake your head, looking down at the guy who’s waiting for you, “Should I go?”

“Have you ever been a trending hashtag on twitter?”

You shake your head, “Not that I recall.” You laugh slightly and she tilts her head with a smile, “You’re going to be. Harry liked you.”

“I mean, worst comes to worst you get kidnapped instead of meeting Harry.” The one girl laughs and her friend hits her, “Steph, really?”

You laugh, “No, no because I was thinking the same thing.” You click your tongue and shrug, “Do you really think- no..” you sigh and the one girl steps towards you, “You can’t pass up the potential opportunity of meeting Harry.”

You look at her, “Right. I’m going.”

You start walking before you can change your mind and the guy waves you to come around. You walk out around the fencing and he walks towards a door.

He pushes the door open and there’s a sea of people in the hallway.

Your stomach is doing flips, you’re so nervous.

He walks you through the crowd and takes you outside to a car. He opens the door and you look in and see Harry sitting there with a smile, “Hello again, y/n.”

You thank the security guy as you climb in and he nods as he shuts the door.

You put your seat belt on and look over at him, “You had to go and wear plaid?”

He looks at you confused, “Huh?” He laughs slightly and you smile, “You just had to go and steal my style.” You roll your eyes and laugh, “No I liked it a lot. You have great taste Mr. Styles.”

He smirks and shakes his head, “You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya.”

“You have no idea.” You mumble lowly.

He looks over at you and your freeze, “What did you say?” He asks leaning in.

“What do you think I said?”

He squints and smirks slowly, “Mm. We’ll just have to figure out just how feisty you can be.”

You didn’t think he heard you.

Now you’re slightly embarrassed, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “Nah, no worries, sweetheart.”

Harry starts a conversation about where you’re from and what shows you’ve been too, totally changing the topic.

“Yeah, so then, I stumbled upon a ticket for this show and I had this weird feeling that I needed to be here..” you shrug, “And now.. we’re here.”

He nods and smiles, “You know, I had this weird feeling before I went on stage, like I don’t even know to describe it to you really.”

“No, I get it.” You duck down and look out of Harry’s window, “You’re staying at The Royal Sonesta?”

He looks at you and nods, “Yeah.”

“This is my hotel, too.” You lean back and laugh slightly, “I’m “518.”

“There’s no way.” Harry tilts his head, “I am in 618, you?”

You shake your head and sigh, “This is insane, Harry.”

He agrees and the driver pulls up to the doors. Harry gets out and meets you over at your door as the hotel staff opens your door.

Harry holds his hand out to help you as you slide out of the car. Neither one of you let go of one another until you reached the fifth floor.

“Do you mind if I stop by my room so I can grab some stuff?” You look up at Harry and he nods, “Not at all.”

You go to walk off the elevator and Harry follows behind you. You glance over your shoulder at him and smile slightly.

He really is such a caring person and you love that.

You hold the card to your door and open it when it beeps. Harry lays his hand on the door to hold it open, “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” You can’t stop smiling, he has you so giddy right now, you would do anything that man says.

You are putty in his hands.

“Do you want me to carry anything, y/n?”

It makes your stomach flutter every time he says your name. You look at him and shake your head, “I think I got it.”

You pretty much pack up your whole suit case and look at him, “I’m ready, sorry.”

He turns to you and gently cups your face, “Stop apologizing!” He says with a smile, “You are fine, love. I promise.”

You smile up at him and look into his eyes.

You’ve always wanted to see what his eyes looked like up close and you can definitely say they are more beautiful in person.

He licks his lips and bites his bottom one as he sighs, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He whispers as his eyes scan over your faded lipsticky lips.

“Do it.”

Without any hesitation he presses his lips to yours and you could moan.

His lips are so soft, perfect.

You lay a hand on his chest, gently digging your fingers in as you grip his t shirt with the other one.

“Come on.” He pulls away and leans in to peck your lips one more time, “Let’s go upstairs.”

You nod and he takes your hand as he grabs your suitcase, pulling it behind him as you walk.

You make it up to Harry room finally and walk in. He immediately locks the door once it’s closes and puts his hands on his hips, “How about a drink, y/n?”

You nod, “Oh, please.”

He smirks and motions to the room, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You smile and nod as you unzip your suitcase, rummaging through to find my our shirts and t shirt.

You pull out your faded Pink Floyd shirt and you notice Harry look down at it.

He looks up at you and nods, “Good choice.”

He gives you a wink before he grabs the glasses and walks over to the balcony doors, “Meet ya out here, yeah?”

“I’ll be right out.” You hurry to the bathroom and quickly change into your comfy clothes. You look in the mirror and smile at yourself.

Your run your hands over the fabric and let out a dry laugh because you know you’re going to have haters because you’re a bigger girl, but you remind yourself that if Harry didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be in his hotel room almost half naked.

You open the door after picking up the clothes you took off and taking them to your suitcase.

You can feel Harry’s eyes trail up and down your body from the balcony doors.

You bite your lip and shift your weight to your right leg, the ones that’s closest to him, popping your ass out.

“Shit.” He, not so very quietly, whispers.

You look over at him and tilt your head, “Did you say something, Harry?” You ask with a slight innocent tone.

He shakes his head, “No, just waiting on you.” He smirks and you shut your suit case, “Fine.” You sigh a bit dramatic and he laughs, “You’re something else.”

You keep your mouth shut because you learned your lesson last time.

You smirk and follow him out, snatching a blanket off the end of the bed as you walk by.

You sit down in the lounge chair and cover up with the blanket. For a little while, you and Harry take turns, going back and fourth with asking questions, getting off topic and rambling on.

Just enjoying each others company.

Pretty soon, the liquor bottle is empty and you and Harry are feeling very tipsy.

After you guys calm down from laughing, it’s quiet for a few moment before Harry speaks, “You know..” He starts out, “Ever since I wrote Kiwi, I’ve always had this..” he pauses and you look over at him.

“Had this..” you tilt your head and he looks over at you, a smirk resting on his lips, “Fantasty.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Fantasy?”

He leans forward and sets his glass down. He stands up and walks over to you, “Yeah.” He says as he places his knee between your legs.

He reaches up and gently brushes hair from your face, staring down at you. “Tell me about it.” You whisper, closing your eyes as he gently holds onto your chin.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

You open your eyes and smile while nodding, “Please, Harry.” You whisper reaching up to pull him to you. You press your lips onto his and moan quietly, “Harry kisses down your neck, “Come to bed.”

He pulls away to stand up. He holds his hands out to help you up from the lounger. His hands go to your ass and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He takes you into the bed, tossing you down on your back and he watches as you slowly slide the shirt up your body. You lean up, slipping it off over your head and then you toss it to his feet.

He admires your body and the fact that you're only wearing underwear makes Harry's cock twitch, "Fuck. Take them off."

He gets undressed himself and strokes himself a few times before he starts to crawl up your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin, "I want to put a fuckin' baby in you."

He whispers lowly as he kisses up your neck, "Cum so deep inside of you. would you like that?"

You whimper and nod your head, "Fuck, yes."

"Would you tell me if you were to get pregnant, though, love?" Harry whimpers as the head of his cock rubs against your soaked and ready folds, "Fuck."

He groans lowly as you move your hips up and down against his cock, "Teasin' me baby?"

You smirk, "I would never, daddy."

You both gasp at the same time when Harry thrusts his cock in you, "Fuckin' hell." He groans and pulls you closer to him, "I really will make myself a daddy if you keep talking like that."

You moan at a combination of his words and his cock spreading you apart. It honestly kind of hurts but it feels so fucking good at the same time you'll let him do anything to you.

"Fuck, H-Harry." You moan out loudly as he slowly starts to thrusts, "Just the thought of you being pregnant with my baby could get me off.. fuck you're so goddamn tight."

'Yes!" You moan out, "Fuck, Yes, daddy. Cum inside of me." You whine as Harry pushes his cock deep into you and holds it there, "You'd like that, wouldn't you. Being a fan that's pregnant with my fucking baby."

He moans loudly as he starts thrusting again, "Fuck, Yes i would love that, shit." You gasp and clench around him, moaning as you feel him push deep.

"Gonna cum for me? hmm." Harry pulls his cock out slowly slides it back inside of your aching cunt, "Y-yes." You whimper out, "I need to cum, daddy please."

He pulls out and slowly lays down beside you, "You want to ride me, baby?"

You don’t say another word, instead you staddle him and he watches you sink down on his cock with a groan, “Take that as a yes.”

His fingers dig into your hips, begging you to move. You slowly lift up and rock your hips forward as you lean down to kiss him.

Something takes over you. You turn his face and kiss down his neck, “I want to have your baby.”

He rolls you guys back over, pinning your down to the bed as he pushes his cock all the way in. You whimper as his cock pushing into you kinda hurts.

He pulls his hips back and pauses, looking down at you, “You’re going to be so fucking beautiful knocked up with my baby.”

You arch your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing tightly around him.

He starts to fuck your cunt at a punishing pace, groaning into your neck as you clench around him. Your hands drag down his back, causing red lines to show up instantly on his skin.

You sudden feel a rush of pleasure, moaning out his name as you cum around him.

He cums with you, pulling you closer and pushing his cock in deeper, “fuck, fuck fuck.” He pants as you feel his cock grow a little softer inside of you.

He pulls out and lays beside you, on his side so he can look at you. You shift slightly and look at him, “What?” You ask shyly with a smile.

He smiles and shakes his head, “Nothing. Nothing.”

You laugh and let out a sigh, “Do you mind if I go for a shower?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah no, go ahead. Take a shirt from my suitcase.” You go to get up, but Harry stops you pulls you back over to him.

“I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby.”

“Really?” You tilt your head up more and lean back, “You mean that?”

He nods as his thumb thumbs against your thigh, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” He looks up at you, “Listen, just because I sing about it not being my business, doesn’t mean that it won’t be.”

You laugh slightly, “well, only time will tell.”

“Either way..” Harry pauses to rest his hand on your cheek, “I like you, and you aren’t getting away from me that easy.” He winks and presses his lips to yours.

A FEW WEEKS LATER // PART 2

You stayed back at the hotel while Harry went and did sound check.

You walk over to the bed and sit down, taking a deep breathe as you stare down at the test in your grasp.

You were honestly kind of scared to tell Harry, worried that he might have changed his mind.

A knock on the door jumps you out of your thoughts and you stand up, shoving the test into your waist band, “Who is it l?” You yell as you run into the bathroom to hide all of the evidence.

“It’s Y/F/N. Come on, open up.”

You let out a sigh, “Coming!”

You haven’t told a single soul about that night with Harry. You haven’t even told anyone about Harry.

Expect your best friend, y/f/n. You and Harry had a long talk after the first couple rounds, explaining everything, getting to know each other pretty much.

You both figured that if you’re in this, you might as well need to know the details of his life the media doesn’t show of Harry.

You open the door and smile, “Ah! Hey!” She walks in and hugs you, “Missed you.” You smile and hug her back, “I’ve missed you.”

“You have a pretty good reason for ghosting me for a few days, I’ll give you that.” She laughs as she sets her stuff down on the table.

“So I got the room right next to ours booked for you. You can stay as long as we do or whatever you want to do.” You keep pulling your shirt down in the back, overthinking that the test is showing.

“Sweet. So when do I get to meet your new boyfriend?” She smirks and looks around.

“After the show. Since we’re keeping everything very low key, we’re going in as just fans, so when we’re there, don’t say shit.” You smile slightly, knowing that she’s trustworthy.

“I won’t. I won’t.”

——

You and y/f/n stand back towards the back of the pit. You started feeling nauseated on the walk to the venue, you were nervous to talk to Harry.

You didn’t want to lose him, he truly seems to care about you and what the test read, you didn’t want him just giving up, but a part of you knew that he wouldn’t.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You quickly say before making to the restroom just in time to puke your anxiety up.

“Oh god.” You whisper quietly before standing up. You take care of everything, wash your hands and head back over.

Harry’s show was just about over, he was finishing up his speech. Once over, you grab her and pull her with you.

“How fast will Harry get to the hotel?” Y/f/n asks, “I know he leaves like a.s.a.p.”

You look over at her, “Same time as us.” You turn down the one ally, out back of the venue and there stands Harry in front of the car, “There she is.”

You smile as you walk faster up to him, “Hey. Great show.” He pulls you in to hug you and looks up at your friend, “You must be y/f/n. Hello, I’m Harry.”

She smiles and shakes his hand, “Hi Harry. Yes, I’m y/f/n.”

“Did you like the show?” Harry slides his hand down your back and tilts his head as he talks to y/f/n.

You zone out, taking in feeling him pressed up against you, but only for a short time before you’re rushed into the car and taken back to the hotel.

The car ride there was mainly y/f/n and Harry talking, getting to know each other and y/f/n telling Harry stories about you and her growing up.

“That was one time.” You defend yourself, “I have not stolen a piece of gum from the grocery store ever since.”

Harry laughs, “Oh, you rebel you.” He pulls your closer and pushes his head against yours. You laugh and roll your eyes, “Fine be mean to me. I’ll just keep my secret to myself.”

“Ooh, miss y/n has a secret?” Y/f/n says poking your side. You swat her hand away and laugh slightly, “That I do.”

“Can I know this secret?” Harry asks teasingly.

You bite your lip and shrug, playing into it, “You’re going to have to know.” You look over at your friend, “So do you.”

The car stops and the doors open. Harry gets out and holds his hand out to help you out of the car. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.

Y/f/n walks besides you and turns to look at you. She looks you up and down and shakes her head, “No, can’t be.”

“Are you implying that I’m pregnant?” You look at her, “Do I look that fat?”

Her eyes go wide and Harry’s hand grips tighter on your waist. She shakes her head quickly, “No, no. No.”

You laugh, “oh gosh, no I’m not pregnant and I know you weren’t calling me that.” She laughs and Harry’s grip eases on your waist as the elevator doors open.

You look up at him and he gives you a look.

You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows before following y/f/n, “Four.” You say instructing her on which button to push.

Harry stands next to you, on hand on the rail behind you, other on his hip.

“You two are honestly really cute.” Y/f/n says pointing between you and Harry. You smile and lean against him. He rests his cheek on your head and you can tell he is smiling, “Yeah, I really like this one.”

You look up at him and leans down and kisses you.

Y/f/n gags, “Okay. Enough mushy gushy.” The elevator door opens and she sighs, “Thank god.” She walks off and you laugh as you and Harry walk out together.

“I love you guys, but I’m exhausted. We’ll catch up in the a.m.” he waves as she keeps walking away.

Y/f/n disappears into her room and you and Harry go into yours.

“I’m going to go change, I’ll be right back.” You say as you walk to your suit case. You sneak another pregnancy test from the box at the bottom and hide it in your clothes.

“Okay babe. Are you hungry?” Harry asks and you turn to look at him, “I’m starving.”

He nods and start to order as you go into the bathroom. You quickly take the test before taking off your shirt and laying it over the test.

You continue to change, slowly. Wasting time so you don’t have to just stand around and wait.

You take a deep breathe and move your shirt, biting your lip as you look at the window.

You need to tell him.

Just get it over with, y/n.

You sigh and hold the test in your palm. You tuck it into the waist band of your shorts and bury the wrapper in your dirty clothes.

You go out, walking to your suit case and throwing them in. You decided that you’re just going to let Harry find the test and you’ll go from there.

“Food should be here in a few minutes, babe.” Harry walks over to you and your eyes gaze up his chest as you look up at him, “Sounds good.”

You smile and your heart starts to race as he places his hands on your hips. His left hand is so close to the test, you could puke, again.

He leans down and kisses you. You wrap one arm around his neck and lay your other hand on his chest.

You have noticed that he’s been turning you on a lot more, feeling his skin under your touch turns you on so fast.

He wraps his arm around your lower back and bends down to slide his other hand down the back of your thigh.

You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grab onto your ass.

The test still tucked in your waist band.

He turns around and lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, “I see what you want, baby.”

You whimper as his hand slips under your shirt, moving up to pinch your one nipple. You moan and arch your back, “H-Harry.”

“What do you want, baby?” He whispers lowly, “Hmm?”

“I-I want..” you bite your lip, rolling your eyes back as he rubs your clit through your shorts, “I want your baby.”

Harry moans lowly at your words as his cock grows harder by the second in his shorts, “Is that what you want?”

You nod and look down at him, “Yes, daddy.” You moan as he switches nipples, “Say it again, baby.”

Wanting him to know already is driving you nuts.

You whimper and lift up your shirt, “I’m having your baby.”

He immediately stops moving and looks up at you, “What?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulls the test from your waistband.

“Are yo- is tha- I don’t know what we’re feeling.” You sit up and rest your fingers over your mouth, anxiously awaiting Harry to say something else.

“Fuck.” Harry chuckles slightly and smiles, “M’gonna let you have all my kids.” He tosses the positive test down and lays back over your body.

He presses his lips to yours and works on pushing his shorts down as you pushed yours down.

“You gonna be my pregnant slut tonight? Hmm?” Harry leans back down and kisses you, pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth.

You gasp and whimper, pulling him closer to you, “Fuck me,” you beg, “Please daddy?”

He leans up and pushes your legs apart, spitting onto his fingers before slowly starting to work them in and out of your pussy, “Relax, baby.”

You moan and lay your head back, pulling at the sheets as his other hand starts to rub your clit, “can’t wait to see you with a baby belly.”

You spit into your hand and reach over to grab his cock. He moans and bucks his hips a few times, “Always love how you hold my cock.” He groans lowly as he closes his eyes.

You watch as his face twitches just the slightest when you speed up your hand, “Fuck.” You moan as you clench around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you arch your back off the bed and drop your hand to grab the sheets.

“That’s it, mama. Cum for me.”

Harry calling you mama could send you right back over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck.” You moan as you grind your hips against his hand, “shit.” You sigh as you come down while panting.

He move back between your legs and leans down, to pull your shirt off your body. You lean up and fall back as he tosses beside you, “you’re so much hotter now that you’re pregnant with my baby.”

He kisses down your neck, nipping spots every now and then as he makes his way to your nipple. He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue as he slowly rubs the head of his cock against your clit.

“H-Harry.” You whine, “Please.”

Harry slides his cock down, still keeping his lips on your nipple. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, groaning as he kissed back up to your lips.

Your lips move in sync with his as your legs and arms wrap around him.

“Say it.” He moans lowly.

“I’m having your baby.” You whimper as you clench around his cock.

“Again.”

You moan as he pushes his cock into you and holds himself there, “What are you?” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth, “I’m having your baby.”

“Mm.” He hums lowly which turns into a moan as he slowly starts to trust his cock into you, “Going to be the best mom to my baby. Our baby.”

He lays a hand on your cheek, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You press your lips to his and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as you moan, “m’so close.”

He nods and kisses down your neck before he sits up. He grips your hips and thrusts into you, groaning as he’s growing closer to cumming, too.

“Me too.” He mumbles tilting his head back, “Fuck, babe.” He presses his thumb to your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Come on baby.”

He looks down at you and you stare back at him, panting as a wave of pleasure washes over you, “Fuck, y-yes daddy.” You whimper quietly, and moan as he pumps his cum into, once again.

You let out a sigh once you come down and look up at him. He looks at you and smiles.

“I am having your baby, Mr. Styles.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, “Mhm. And it’s nobody’s business but ours.”

You smile and tilt your head, “You really do like me huh?”

He smiles and shakes his head as he stands up, “You have no idea what kind of hold you have over me.”

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Hi hello, thank you so so so much for being patient and waiting for these requests to drop. I just posted Private Affair Chapter 2 so you can check that out here!

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[jaegonsmoon]

You ever think that like, if the storms end cash happened in a modern au where they still had dragons. Luke would have gotten away so much easier. Arrax was able to fly through a narrow like canyon in the show and in a modern au thatd be idle for Arrax cause he could get through the spaces between the tall buildings way easier then Vhagar and he could also go lower to the streets probably. I think he'd have a way better shot of getting away and that also opens up the thought of, since he did, what all changes

-5 am anon, again :,)

is it you, my muse<333??!

hi my love! soooo, I actually have a scene in a modern au that I’m writing (It’s called “All The Young Dragons” I posted the prologue already) and there’s a scene like that, which diverges from the show since it’s a modern au, it goes quite different but the fate unfortunately remains the same and we do lose baby Arrax.

Now, bringing up canon scene, I believe Arrax and Luke could’ve escaped if they would have found a cave to hide or if Arrax wouldn’t have attacked Vhagar, they were almost out. Luke was being really smart about the situation, he knew what was about to happen the moment he saw Vhagar was gone. My son was scared af but he still tried to soothe Arrax before they took flight. But Arrax was also scared shitless, he is a baby dragon still. They were both so young *holds in tears* So naturally Arrax reacted the way he did, he was carrying both his and Luke’s fears and anxieties atm. If Arrax hadn’t spit fire to Vhagar, they would’ve had more advantage and they could’ve made it out of the big portion of the storm, hell, they did! but y’know, granny was already blood thirsty by then.

In a modern au, is like being chased by a car in a slippery road in the middle of a storm. Perhaps in a modern world they have better flight system??? (okay hear me out I just made myself laugh after almost crying recalling this scene) but what if they have technological radars in their dragons sosidkd like planes? It would honestly be smart, they track each other for safety purposes, they know if it’s clear to land. Where to, the weather conditions. Obviously all this goes to shit somehow, maybe Aemond being a little psycho blocks Luke’s radar. That makes him all the more guilty in this situation if it goes according to canon.

Oh but! Arrax and Luke escaping, their radar is off. Aemond loses them to a big bad portion of the storm that not even Vhagar can cross and that’s when he starts to /panic/ bc oh no, uh oh. He fucked up. But going back to my cave theory, Arrax and Luke are taking shelter in a cave, and the storm is so bad it takes them two days to come out.

By then a war is almost about to set off.

And then! If we go to a modern au Marvel like, where they’re these magical beings with dragons flying around everywhere, and we have the typical city *New Yorkers in every universe collective tired sigh* and the chase takes place in the middle of a storm in the city, yes, Arrax and Luke have the more advantage. Vhagar is too big, she causes hella damage to the buildings and the roads. But Arrax is small and fast, I think they could fit on the underwater/ground tunnels. The people freaking tf will tell on them but by then Luke can leave Arrax in a safe spot and run like a mf.

So many possibilities, I would like to think they had a better chances bc honestly, Luke was really resourceful, it was not his fault Vhagar was the size she is and that Aemond was playing god. And that his dumbass was speaking to his ancient war dragon in the common tongue the whole time. Not sure it would have helped much, but at least the dragon would’ve understood him better.

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i'm imagining that i have a special place bc i'm ur gf so i'm giving u all my telepathic flowers and u can choose how much stuff u wanna share with mói :)

Soooo. For you I bring a scene that you knew how excited I was to write after a certain gif of mine ruined my brain chemistry for awhile.

(It's a big scene so I cut it so it wouldn't take up loads of space in the feed)

He pulls Theo away from his friends as they all disperse after the toast to a whole year of living togethe. “Guess I need a new job, huh.” Liam murmurs as he turns to face Theo once the two of them are outside. He watches Theo raise his eyebrows at him, those green eyes swirling with amusement. “I mean like you said, I cant work for a sports bookie and live with college athletes.”

“Oh so you just decided that now.” Theo’s lips curl into a smirk as he speaks, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m going with.” Liam retorts as the two of them stare at one another. The two of them chuckle almost in unison. God, he had missed hearing that laugh. He leans towards Theo beckoning him in with a whisper.

“Just between you and me, I was terrified everyday that they would break my kneecaps if messed up.”

Theo snorts in amusement, his smirk morphs to a wide grin while his green eyes brighten with glee. “I knew it.” He remarks, sounding almost proud of this discovery. Liam helplessly grins back at him bringing a finger up to his lips in a shh like sign, reaching over to punch the boy in the shoulder which just made Theo laugh at Liam’s attempts to shush him. Liam’s eyes fix themselves on Theo’s face, locking onto his lips that he’s still yet to kiss. He badly wants to taste those lips again. It had been weeks since he had gotten to.

Theo’s eyes track Liam’s movement. The green in his eyes turning dark before his gaze looks around them, almost like he was checking to see if the coast was clear. A satisfied smirk makes its way to those lips before Theo moves in the blink of an eye grabbing Liam by the shoulders and pushing the former Lacrosse player against the wall out of sight of Liam’s friends inside the house with relative ease.

Their faces are close, noses almost touching and Liam could feel Theo’s breath tickling his face. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up in anticipation for what he hopes is to come. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, say something now.” Theo’s whispers to him, an almost seductive tone mixing in with the whisper that Liam almost moans. Theo’s voice was a weapon if used in the right tone it seems He doesn’t though, just about reigns it in.

He bites his lips at the smirk on Theo’s face, bringing his hand up towards his own mouth to zip it shut, and makes a motion with the same hand like he was throwing something over Theo’s shoulder. Like he was throwing away the key. Theo just snorts at his antics before finally, finally leaning in and connecting their lips together. They stay like that just kissing slowly and exploring the others lips and mouth once again, getting reacquainted with feeling of kissing the other.

Theo held him in place against the wall as they kissed, almost controlling their movement’s. He pulls away awhile later and Liam is helpless to quickly chase the other boys lips on instinct for one last kiss.

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a tiny tiny little christmas thing I started to write then stopped bc it was too sad then cleaned up and posted anyway :) hope ur all having a lovely Christmas if u celebrate and if not, hope ur having a lovely day!

“What did you do for Christmas last year?” 

Gigi kept looking into her coffee cup. She knew Crystal really liked Christmas but she didn’t think she’d ever had a Christmas she’d really enjoyed.  

The word Christmas didn’t fill her with festive cheer. She associated it with awkward visits with grandparents, family fights, her or her mom crying. Not her favourite holiday, all in all. 

Crystal didn’t seem perturbed by her lack of response. “I didn’t know if you’d be visiting your grandparents again but it was right after you told your parents about being trans, right?”

Gigi nodded and Crystal reached over to squeeze her hand, linking their fingers together. 

They’d become girlfriends just that weekend and Gigi had been a bit terrified that things would change between them but it was only Tuesday and they were already out for coffee, just like always. 

The only thing that had changed was Crystal kissing her cheek in greeting and holding her hand, and Gigi liked that. 

“It was,” she agreed. “I spent it alone with my mom. And spent most of the day crying.” 

“Oh my god, Gigi,” Crystal cooed, shifting closer and wrapping an arm around her. “Why were you crying?” 

Gigi shrugged and rested her head on Crystal‘a shoulder. “I felt like I’d caused mom’s divorce. And I missed you, and I kept thinking about how you invited me to spend Christmas with you the year before and how much I wished I was there.” 

“You should have just come over,” Crystal sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

Gigi glanced up at her and scrunched up her nose. “I was really a mess.” 

“I would’ve been happy to see you,” Crystal said anyway. She held onto her for a moment before moving onto the question she’d clearly been leading to. “What are you doing for Christmas this year?” 

“Probably the same but hopefully with less crying,” Gigi said. 

Crystal squeezed her tight. “You know my order still stands. My parents would love to have you.” 

Gigi sighed and tilted her head to kiss Crystal’s cheek. “I don’t wanna leave my mom by herself.”

“Bring her. My mom loves her too.” 

Gigi bit her lip. “They have to cook extra food for us.” 

That made Crystal laugh out loud. “There’s three of us and they already cook enough to feed like ten people. We eat leftovers for weeks.” 

Gigi thought about it for a moment. “It would be nice to spend Christmas with my girlfriend,” she said, which made Crystal beam at her. 

“Ask your mom. And don’t try and be polite about it because my parents will be so excited if you both come over.” 

Gigi didn’t really care about politeness at this point. She’d had enough shitty Christmasses at this point that she thought she deserved a good one with her girlfriend. 

~~~~~~

Gigi woke up on Christmas morning to someone stroking her hair. 

“Crys?” she mumbled, shifting in the bed. It still felt weird waking up in Crystal's childhood room.  It always kind of made her feel like a teenager again, but in a good way. Like she was safe and had nothing to worry about. 

“I’m not usually awake before you,” Crystal said cheerfully, kissing the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, Geege.” 

Gigi couldn’t help smiling. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured as she rolled over. “This is already the nicest Christmas morning I’ve had.” 

“Me too,” Crystal whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love waking up with you.” 

Gigi could already hear voices downstairs. Usually that would make her anxious but today it was just Mateo and Linda talking and laughing with her mom. Gigi hugged Crystal tight and sighed. “Thank you for having us over,” she whispered. 

Crystal squeezed her. “It was selfish of me. I just wanted to have you here for myself.” 

“So selfish, wanting me to have a nice Christmas,” Gigi agreed sarcastically, brushing her fingers through Crystal’s hair. 

“Do you want some presents?” Crystal asked brightly, sitting up and dragging a stocking up the bed. 

Gigi tucked herself up against Crystal and smiled to herself, watching as she dug some presents out. “You’re such a cutie,” she mumbled. 

Crystal hummed. “I dunno. These are the presents I didn’t wanna give you with our parents watching,” she said, putting a couple of small wrapped gifts on her chest. 

“Is it naughty?” Gigi asked, sitting up a bit straighter to look at the presents. 

“Open them and see,” Crystal said innocently, wrapping her arm around Gigi. 

Gigi smiled at her for a moment longer before starting to open the gifts. One of them was a little set of flavoured lubes which made her snort. 

“I thought the pumpkin spice might be good,” Crystal said, tapping one of the bottles lightly. 

Gigi laughed. “Sounds delicious,” she agreed. “I’m glad you didn’t give me this in front of our parents,” she said softly, tucking the lube bottles in between them. 

“I just know my mom would have asked what it was,” Crystal agreed, kissing her temple. “Then she probably would have wanted to open them to smell them or taste them or whatever.” 

“A lovely family sharing experience,” Gigi mumbled. 

“I definitely didn’t want them seeing these ones,” Crystal said, putting two more little wrapped squares on Gigi’s lap. 

She opened them carefully. One was a bra and the other was a pair of lacy panties, and when she looked at the label it was from a very trans-friendly company she’d been following on Instagram for a while. 

“These are expensive,” Gigi breathed, running her fingers over the material. 

“You kept saving them to your wish list on Instagram,” Crystal said. “I wanted to treat you. And treat me because I get to see you wearing them. If I’m lucky.” 

Gigi pulled her in for a kiss. “Thank you, Crys,” she mumbled. She dug out her presents for Crystal, putting them on her lap. “If you don’t like them I can get you something else.” 

“I’m sure I’ll like them,” Crystal laughed. She tore open the first gift, which was a little bundle of vintage patches Gigi had been collecting for a while. She seemed delighted as she flicked through them, snuggling up against Gigi. “Where did you get these?” 

“Here and there,” Gigi said fondly. “Even when we weren’t talking. I just got them when they made me think of you.” 

Crystal grinned as she tucked them in beside the bottles of lube. “Because you knew we wouldn’t always be apart.” 

“Exactly,” Gigi agreed. She gave her a card too, looping her arm through Crystal’s. 

It was silly. It was a picture of both of them from the Christmas party Jaida had hosted a couple of weeks ago, and Gigi had written ‘Merry Crysmas’ at the bottom. 

“To Crystal,” Crystal read aloud. “Thank you for everything, I can’t wait to spend all my Christmasses with you for the rest of my life,” she continued. 

Her voice broke halfway through the sentence and Gigi pressed her face into her shoulder. 

“All my love, Gigi,” Crystal finished. She set the card aside and turned to wrap Gigi in a cuddle, rocking them back and forth gently. “I love you so much,” she whispered tearfully. 

“I love you too,” Gigi murmured. “But I don’t think my presents are quite as exciting,” she said apologetically. 

Crystal kissed her cheek. “They’re perfect, Geege. You’re perfect.” 

There was a knock at the door as they cuddled. 

“Come in,” Crystal called. 

It was Linda, because of course it was. She beamed at the sight of them and came over to the bed, perching on the edge and pulling them both into a hug. “My two girls,” she said softly. “Merry Christmas.” 

Gigi was busy tucking the lube and lingerie beneath the duvet. “Feliz navidad,” she said, only hugging Linda back when they were hidden. 

Linda squeezed her tight. “You just come down whenever you’re ready, we’re having coffee so there’s no rush,” she said. 

“Thanks, mom,” Crystal said cheerfully. “We’ll be down in a bit.” 

Linda kissed both of their cheeks before standing. “Okay! Just take your time,” she said fondly as she left the room. 

Gigi shifted to sit up straighter. “Shall we go?” 

“She said there’s no rush,” Crystal said airily, pulling her back down to lay against the pillows. Gigi had a second to grin before Crystal was kissing her, making her sigh. 

~~~~~~

Christmas with the Methyds was very different. 

Gigi tensed whenever there was a disagreement, expecting it to blow up into a huge argument that would ruin the day and make everyone cry. 

But it didn’t. Of course it didn’t – when Mateo and Linda disagreed on how they were supposed to cook the turkey, they didn’t fight about it. 

They’d started laughing about a previous Christmas when they’d overcooked it and it had been dry, and another Christmas when they hadn’t defrosted it in time and it hadn’t been edible at all. 

She’d spent the day trying and failing to offer help in the kitchen. Her mom was helping Linda and Mateo but they kept sending Gigi back to the living room to sit with Crystal, insisting that they should enjoy their first Christmas as a couple. 

And that they did. They drank a lot, ate a lot, and spent almost the entire day cuddling. 

It was perfect. By the end of the night she was full of food and more than a little bit drunk, and she couldn’t stop smiling even as she snuggled into bed with Crystal in the new pyjamas Mateo and Linda had bought her. 

“Do you like Christmas now?” Crystal asked, holding her close and tangling their legs together. 

Gigi hummed. “I dunno. I can see why you like it so much,” she murmured. She tilted her head to kiss Crystal, sliding her hands up and under her shirt to touch her back. 

“I love you,” Crystal whispered. “Just wait until I take you to spend Christmas with the rest of my family in Mexico.” 

Gigi gasped. “Yes please,” she agreed eagerly. “I’ll even practice my Spanish if it means Christmas in Mexico.” 

Crystal snorted and rested their foreheads together. “Just wait until you meet my cousins. And you’ll get interrogated by my aunts and uncles.” 

“Worth it to spend Christmas with you,” Gigi whispered, tilting her head until she could kiss her again. 

[stiskry]

kokonui shit bc ill never finish a real fic

gonna start just posting random bits of kokonui prose because every day i believe less and less that I can write a coherent fic: -- Koko was Seishu’s best friend. He knew everything about him, even the things Koko didn’t think he did. Hell, he knew things that Koko probably didn’t know about himself. Today however, Koko felt like a stranger. His expression was unreadable, as if the words he knew so well had suddenly been replaced by another language. --

(Inupi/Koko play cards with others. Koko wins out and Inupi keeps playing.)

Koko gently nudged Seishu, “Hey, let me see your hand.”

Thinking nothing of it, the latter presented his hand to Koko, who took it in his. Seishu was reminded of how surprisingly soft Koko’s hands were, making his feel all the more battered in contrast. 

A moment of furrowed brows and pursed lips passed across Koko’s face before he softly laughed and clarified. “Seishu. The cards.”

--

“For god’s sake Koko! You can’t even call me by my name. Of course I’m Inupi, I’ll always be your Inupi but for once I’d like for you to call me Seishu. It’s like you’re scared that calling me that will kill her again.”

“Seishu.”

“Say it again.” Seishu blurted. (not including the rest it's embarassing /j) --

“That’s ridiculous Inupi. I don’t keep secrets from you. Nor you from me.”

They both knew it to be false. Koko never breathed a word to Seishu of how he got the money. And Seishu? He never let Koko understand the true nature of his feelings. 

-- (this is bonten tl btw :3)

Seishu smiled at Koko weakly.

“You know, I always thought you were gonna be the one who made it. Got a high-paying, white-collar job. Something like that. I’d be the one who never let go of my teenage games, either got myself killed or stayed in a gang. Look at us. I’ve got a stable career and you? You never found an ‘out’. You’re still stuck on someone’s leash.”

Koko stared at him, silent. Seishu continued. 

“Is it the money? It means nothing now. I know you don’t want to hear it from me but this is fucking pointless. One day you’re going to sit down, with more money than you could ever need and she will be just as dead as she was when you were a penniless, desperate boy. No value of money, or drunken kisses on my lips could ever bring her back. Don’t you get it? She’s-”

Seishu was cut off by the shattering of glass against the wall. 

“Shut up. Every time. Every fucking time you enter my life you start this. ‘Oh she’s dead Koko!’ I know! God, when it happened I could barely look at you without knowing. Every glance was a reminder that she was dead and you, her spitting image, were okay. Over a decade later, I still have to see her in your stupid face. All that money I raised, the youth I gave up? Fucking pointless. You don’t understand how deep I went. The things I became familiar with! How could I go back? My god I tried. I did it. I went to school, I studied, I was top of the class! But it was never a real choice anymore. Any normal life I’d always be playing pretend at. So yes. Yes I play the same games I did as a teen. And I am fucking destroying them. You’re not better than me just because you settled for normalcy.”

Koko’s voice was shaky, laced with thorny anger. Seishu had pushed the line, poked the sleeping feral cat. A cat that now shook, silent cries threatening to crack him open. Gently, Seishu approached the man before him and wrapped his arms around him. The familiar warmth of his body melted into the embrace, and Koko’s hands clenched the fabric of Seishu’s shirt. 

“Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

okay bye bye these are all the like mostly loose bits I had that I feel like publishing LMAO i might havce to fake my death and move to another country if these arent appreciated

[inkedmyths]

S1: E12 "Faith"

Brought to you by Crepe bribing me with Flight Rising money

[ Kayla asks if it was worth it to sell your soul to capitalism. Crepe said yes. I agree. I may have to endure on but now I have more money for my dragons. This will, unfortunately, always work on me. ]

Cuz you gotta have faith-uh faith-uh faith-uh

Oh we're starting out with the Winchesters? No mysterious deatb if some random person?

[ Kayla interjects with Carry On My Wayward Son. I get flashbacks to playing it on repeat when I initially began this journey. ]

Oooough closeeeet Dean I'm sure you're scared of that

[ Kayla asks Crepe if Dean does any homoeroticism in S1 aside from being too happy about getting pinned to a car. Crepe says no. This does not matter to me, I will make the joke anyways. ]

There are children! Hello children!

Ew what is that

UH Dean buddy that canNOT be healthy

HOSPITAL

HEART ATTACK???

Hi Dean! You look like shit!

:(

Dean you are too chill with your mortality but also Sam is WAY too not chill about it

JOHN WINCHESTER PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE. BITCH

Sam. Sam no

I mean I know Dean is still sround for however many fucking seasons but

DEAN DID YOU BREAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. MORON

Why are you both stupid

[ Kayla says this is the parentified child vs child he parentified effect. Which. Yeah fair. ]

Dean: Sam what kinda crazy religion place are you bringing me to

DEAN STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY LADY YOU MEET. DUMBASS BITCH

[ Kayla says that he's a whore and to leave him alone. That the sluttiest thing a man can do is be an older brother. Kayla is this some kind of kink for you. ]

GOD NO I DIDN'T EVEN GO TO ONE OF THESE KINDS OF CHURCHES BUT. HRGH. HORRIBLE. I want to leave

LMAO CALLED OUT DEAN

LAUGHING im sorry watching Dean get throwm on the spot. Poor dumbass

Go up Dean this is your personal hell now

[ Crepe says no, wrong season. Lovely. ]

Dean having that face that I feel so deeply in my soul whenever someone tries to preacg Christianity to me

FUCKING. HAND AGAINST HIS HEAD poor Dean's face shshshs

UHHH WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT WAS THAT FIGURE

Oh. Oh my god it traded his life for his

O h n o

This is interesting and good but its also so fucking spooky the vibes

Ohhhh something. Something wanted Dean to live.

[ Kayla and Crepe go back and forth about how Supernatural is technically a horror show, though this is dropped somewhat in later seasons. What the fuck did I get myself into. ]

What the fuck is up w/Layla (Leilah?)

Oh :( poor girl

And Dean was the one who got healed so he's :((

"Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" man

Dean's like 😟

Chick in the woods? Girl whats up?

Girl is abt to die for this old guy

A REAPER?

The music shdhdhdhsh

Thats pretty banger ngl. Whats this song anywas.... Death In The Valley?

NOT ME LOOKING IT UP ON SPOTIFY AND GETTING A PLAYLIST FOR SPN SOUNDTRACK?

DOG LEASH ON A GREAT WHITE

SCREAMS the guy handing out pamphlets "Roy is a fraud"

Dean: Amen brother

Sam: You keep up the good work!

Man: Thank you

God its so interesting storywise but also the vibes are Upsetting

Sam committing breaking and entering all by himself good for him

IS THE CHURCH GUY MURDERING PEOPLE HE DOESN'T LIKE BY SAVING OTHERS

HE IS. HOMOPHOBIC! LITERALLY

GOOOOOD SHIT FUCK nooo i dont wanna watch anymore I don't like confrontation and oough BAD VIBES

Im turning on captions hold on

LAYLA I KNEW IT

Noooooooooooo besties I Cannot

Guys this is UPSETTING

I keep pausing 😭

I'm like stop starting bc I would rather read than hear WHASGSFAFAF

[ Crepe is grinding in Coliseum on Flight Rising to pay me more so I watch more. I can't tell if I'm genius for this or not. ]

Oh the poor guy screaming and Sam being like WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT

Oh I stopped started so much Netflix crashed LMAO

Hrrrgh yeah yeah ok compelling but I want to crawl up a tree

Oh shes still praying

AH YES DEAN GETS TAKEN AWAY. ARRESTED. AGAIN

Ohhh its his wife.... his wife couldn't stand to lose him.... oh.......

"God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." hey who gave this show the right

[ Kayla says "Remember when I told you this show was sometimes really good?" I tell her to fuck off. She says I'm only proving her point. I call her a bitch. This has no effect. ]

SAM BESTIE U DID IT TO SAVE DEAN CAN U NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONFLICT HERE

LMAO DEAN JUST YELLS AT THE COPS AND THEY CHASE HIM THATS SO FUNNY

A+ plan buddy

Godddd the vibes are so ick and tragic but man

MAN I LOVE WHEN THINGS TAKE CHRISTIANS AND MAKE THEM FUCKED UP

Dean buddy get ready to run again

"The Lord chose me" NO IT FUCKIN DIDN'T

Sams gonna like smack her huh

Oh that Reaper did NOT like being bound

Something something metaphor for controlling death

Winchester Patented Guilt Complex

Oh she still has faith even when she's got a bad diagnosis :(

GODDAMMIT NO DONT

; - ;

So like Dean Winchester Aetheist Extraordinaire saying "I'm not much of a praying type... but I'll pray for you" is something that can be so personal actually

Don't. Don't touch me go away

Fuck you guys for making me watch this show I'm tearing up I hate you all

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In conclusion: OKAY DEAN WINCHESTER LIKERS MAYBE I GET IT. But also fuck off fuck all of you I hate it here goddamn you AUGH I WASNT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP OVER THIS FUCK YOOOOOOOU