#just perked up. not a hint of anything he was showing the day before.

[krispiecake]

my baby sister accidentally dropped half a bourbon biscuit into my dog’s water bowl and bc he’s stupid he got rlly confused and just stared at it for 7 full minutes. I was facetiming my mum and she turned the camera round so we could just both watch him try and figure it out while we talked. Eventually he just tried to eat the soggy bourbon that was more like chocolate mush and we had to intervene. We are unsure how he is still alive though he shows no signs of kicking it so. you know. thats the update on the idiot.

[wordsarelife]

—endgame

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that

warnings: cursing, suggestive language

notes: guys this was not supposed to be posted lmaooo!! but i‘ll just leave it here, now that it’s too late anyway 😭

the slytherin boys were lazily slumped over the couches in the common room, casually chattering as the fire burned in front of them.

"and then she asked me to show her how to fly sometime" enzo shrugged as he finished his explanation "i mean she was there when we learned that in first year, so i'm not sure why i would have to show her"

"you oblivious little idiot" blaise slapped a pillow against enzo's head, who let out a whimper at the sudden hit.

"she was flirting with you" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and without even looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

"oh" enzo said dumbfounded.

"she knows that you're crazy about quidditch" theo added.

"yeah" mattheo agreed "she probably wanted to flatter you, telling you how good you are at flying and you didn't even understand that"

"oh" enzo mumbled once again and the regret in his voice made his friends perk up.

draco let the newspaper rest in his lap. "what did you answer?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"the exact same thing i just told you guys" enzo admitted shamefully, which was accompanied by blaise and mattheo loudly groaning.

"you really are an oblivious idiot" draco shook his head in a disappointed manner, before going back to his newspaper.

before enzo could say anything else to defend himself, there were giggles coming from the stairs. blaise and mattheo looked behind the couch simultaneously.

"speaking of oblivious" blaise snorted, before he earned himself a slap from mattheo and a simple hand gesture that told him to get off the couch and find another place to plant his arse.

blaise was barely on his feet, emptying the spot next to mattheo, when pansy and you stepped into the common room.

"hey guys" pansy greeted before she let herself fall in between draco and enzo, half onto draco's lap, which the former only grunted at.

you smiled your usual smile, waving at you friends, before you walked around the couch on which mattheo was sitting. you held up the book you were carrying to him and mattheo immediately got into position.

he turned his body, so that his legs were now resting on the couch before him. he opened them up so you could slip between them, laying your head onto his tummy, as you opened your book and got comfortable.

mattheo softly started moving his fingers through your hair. theo, on the armchair on the left of both of you, raised his eyebrows. even draco lowered his newspaper for a second, to inspect your cuddly position.

"so, y/n" theo said "why don't you tell us something about your date with that seventh year ravenclaw?"

now it was mattheo's turn to furrow his brows. theo looked perfectly innocent, but mattheo recognized a hint of mischief in his blue eyes. blaise giggled into his fist like he had just witnissed the biggest burn and enzo looked between both theo and mattheo, wondering if the former was even allowed to ask such a question.

"oh" you smiled awkwardly, as you let your book sink onto your chest. "you mean leslie?"

theo nodded and watched mattheo's expression closely, who's face was full of disdain.

"go on" pansy smiled "you can tell them" she started giggling and you joined her laughter.

it was like a switch had been flipped as both you and pansy recalled the day a week before. you did not leave out one detail, from how the boy had asked you out to how the actual date went.

mattheo was not happy to hear what you had to say (or how pansy couldn't stop mentioning how handsome and attractive leslie was), but he had to admit that it was kind of funny to see theo's face fall more from minute to minute and how much regret was evident on it when you ended the story after half an hour.

it seemed like the only person who enjoyed listening was enzo, who spend most of his time asking about certain things you had said and if you had meant them in a flirting or normal way. mattheo had to admit to himself that it was probably his and the rest of the boys' fault that enzo outstretched the story with his unnecessary questions. it seemed like he wanted to make sure that nothing what happened the day before would repeat itself.

"was that everything you wanted to know?" you asked theo, admittedly a bit amused, as you noticed the panicked look on his face and the quick nod he was giving you.

"why didn't you tell me you had a date?" mattheo asked you and you almost broke your neck as you tried to look at him without sitting up.

"sorry, i didn't think it was that important" you shrugged "and i never thought that you wanted to hear anything about it, but now that i know that you guys are interested in that kind of conversation, we can speak about stuff like that more often"

it was only after pansy and you had excused yourself to go to bed, that there was a debrief happening in mattheo's and theo's room.

mattheo was walking from side to side, as the earlier events replayed themselves in his head.

"pansy and y/n are yappers" blaise noted matter of factly "and now you've actually gotten them to yap even more"

"thank you, theo" draco added sarcastically, while theo just shrugged his shoulders.

"i didn't know it would spiral into that" he excused "i was just trying to get someone to get off of his arse and talk to a certain someone, considering something between the two of them"

"it doesn't help anyone if you're talking in riddles" enzo rolled his eyes, before he got ellbowed by blaise, who pointed at the still walking mattheo. "oh" enzo nodded "you're talking about mattheo and—"

"what kind of name is leslie anyway?" mattheo cried, succesfully shutting enzo up.

"i mean have you seen the guy?" blaise laughed "his name should be the least of your concerns"

"thank you, blaise" mattheo nodded, spotting a sarcastic smile "very helpful actually"

"listen, mate" theo said and all eyes turned to him "i'm not saying you should just be happy about what's happened, but it's a bit your own fault"

"my own fault?" mattheo repeated stunned.

"he's not wrong" draco shrugged "if you had the balls to go and speak to y/n, we wouldn't even be talking about a guy who obviously has a girl's name"

"i mean i get alex, but what is unisex about leslie?" enzo looked between his friends, who all shrugged.

"can we stop mentioning his fucking name, please" mattheo threw up his hands helplessly.

"well, would you rather like to talk about his huge—"

"blaise!" both mattheo and theo called loudly.

blaise raised his arms, spotting a face of innocence "geez, chill i was talking about his arms. i mean the guy is jacked"

"yeah, we get the picture" mattheo rolled his eyes, before he changed the tone of his voice, trying to imitate pansy and you from earlier "he's so good looking and funny and—"

"he's read almost every book y/n has" enzo added and all of the boys looked at him.

"whose side are you on?" theo asked tiredly, rubbing his face and realizing in that second that he was not going to sleep any time soon.

"sorry, pansy's words, not mine"

"okay, well" mattheo exclaimed, his anger subsiding momentarily "what if i'm not that handsome or well-read? i always listen to her talk about her latest book, and i don't just act like i want to hear it, i really do and i could be such a better boyfriend than this lola guy"

"leslie" blaise corrected and immediately received a dirty look from mattheo.

"look, mate" draco interrupted the staring contest between blaise and mattheo. "whatever it is that has been going on between you and y/n, we've all had the pleasure to observe it this past few years. so i'm sure we're all are at a point now where we are just fucking tired. i'm begging you, just do something about this please" draco was more emotional than he had been in years and all his friends were surprised at the sudden concern for mattheo's and y/n's love life "for the love of god, i cannot bear to try and extend any friendly behaviour further than this group, so it would be kind of unfortunate for y/n's boyfriend if he isn't already part of it"

"well, aren't you just a ball of sunshine?" theo rolled his eyes.

"it's not easy being nice to all of you" draco send a side-eye in enzo's direction "even harder with certain people"

"hey!" enzo losely protested.

"i don't really care who she dates at this point" draco added "hell, let's give her blaise, at least he's not too restrained to actually do something"

"i'm not restrained" mattheo said with distain evident in his voice.

blaise smiled smugly, completely ignoring his friend. "i would show y/n a good time"

"what the fuck?!" mattheo turned to blaise with a look of betrayal "i'd rather have lucy--"

"leslie"

"--have her before you do" mattheo finished.

"this is really not the point now is it?" enzo asked, with a helpless look in theo's direction.

"enzo's right, as weird as that sounds" theo nodded "you have to do something and you have to do it fast, before she's losing the least bit of liking she seemingly has for you"

"i really have to thank you guys for your deep and honest trust in me and my abilities"

"well you've practically spend the last six years simping for her, so excuse us if we're not quite seeing the end of that yet" draco snorted.

"yeah, fine, whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "even though all of you were wrong in many things, you're right about y/n, i'll tell her first thing tomorrow"

"tell her what exactly?"

"ehh, that i'm in love with her" mattheo said as if it was obvious.

"a bit rushed isn't it?" enzo asked, exchanging a look with draco, who seemed just as critical.

"what?" mattheo asked helplessly "wasn't that what you all wanted? i mean lilly certainly didn't waste any time"

"leslie" blaise corrected once again "asked her out on a date first. maybe you could really learn something from him. i hear he's quite smart"

"are you gay?" draco suddenly asked and enzo snorted.

"i'm a realist" blaise answered "i like to scout out the competition, see what they've got on me"

"okay, sure, then i'll ask her on a date and tell her that i love her then. is that alright with you?"

"you should at least wait two to three months" draco advised.

"maybe four" enzo added.

"oh, heaven, i'm going to sleep" theo turned around and climbed into his bed.

the next morning, the slytherin boys were sitting in their usual spots at the slytherin table. there had been no sighting of either pansy or you yet, so mattheo had decided to ask you on a date during breakfast.

"what do you think is taking them so long?" he asked draco, while keeping a close eye to the entryway of the great hall.

draco, who was only a second away from answering, was quickly interrupted, when he got nudged by theo, who pointed at something - or rather someone - at the ravenclaw table.

"what?" mattheo turned his head, after draco had not answered and his friends seemed to have noticed something.

"they're already here" draco said softly, before both of his hands, landed on mattheo's shoulders, turning the boy's body in the right direction.

mattheo's eyes found you quickly. you were sitting next to an unfamiliar boy, pansy across from the both of you. you were engaged in a seemingly friendly conversation, throwing your head back laughing from time to time.

"lydia" mattheo said between clenched teeth his voice close to a growl.

"leslie" blaise corrected, matching the sound and tone of mattheo's voice.

mattheo stood up abruptly and all eyes followed him. "i'm gonna do something about this" he declared, before he started walking into the direction of the ravenclaw table.

"i think he could need some backup" blaise shrugged his shoulders, running after the boy, before one of the others could protest.

"hey" mattheo greeted when he arrived at the table. pansy furrowed her brows, but you smiled when your eyes fell on him, not noticing the angry tone in his voice.

"hey" leslie smiled. "mattheo, is it?"

"sure" mattheo sat down on the bench next to pansy without so much as another word.

"so, luna" mattheo began.

"ehh, my name is leslie actually" the older boy corrected.

"whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "nobody cares about that"

"i do" blaise quickly corrected, coming to a halt behind mattheo and outstretching his hand in leslie's direction "blaise zabini, big fan. what kind of book would you recommend to get girls?"

"i'm not sure i understand that question" leslie looked to you in confusion, but you just shook your head. "but, uh many girls like pride and prejudice by jane austen"

"ignore him" mattheo advised "you seem like you have everything in order, so i think it's the right time to ask what your intentions with y/n are"

"excuse me?" leslie asked stunned, while pansy snorted loudly. blaise nodded approvingly and you had your mouth and eyes wide open, not believing what you had just heard.

"well, young man" mattheo patted leslie's shoulder "we've all been your age once, so i don't think the question is too farfetched"

"i'm actually older than you" the ravenclaw looked to you helpingly "sorry, is he your brother or something?"

various different answers of no echoed around the table, followed by disgusted noises as pansy, mattheo, blaise and you answered the question at the same time.

"then why are you even asking that question?"

"well, lane" mattheo started, before he quickly added (successfully preventing someone to correct him) "y/n doesn't have a brother and her father is not here right now, so someone has to look out for her, right?"

"pretty sexist" pansy remarked "these aren't the 1800's, riddle"

mattheo shot pansy a quick glare before refocusing on leslie, determined to make his point. "look, i'm just trying to make sure you're treating her right," he stated, with an edge of jealousy in his voice.

leslie glanced at you, clearly bewildered. "i promise, y/n and i are just friends. we were talking about our shared interest in ancient runes."

"sure, just friends" blaise mumbled so only mattheo could hear.

"shared interest, huh?" mattheo leaned back, trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably. "is that what you call it these days?"

you couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. "mattheo, relax. leslie's just being friendly."

blaise, sensing the awkward tension, decided to stir the pot a bit more. "yeah, mattheo, maybe you should take some lessons from leslie on how to charm a girl with ancient runes. it's clearly working."

mattheo shot blaise a look that could melt steel. "blaise, could you stop being helpful for once?"

blaise, feigning innocence, raised his arms.

mattheo, deciding he had seen enough, concluded it was time to pull out the big guns. "so have you kissed yet? because i have done that. kissed y/n i mean, not kissed someone in general"

"matty!" you scolded, feeling embarassed by his behaviour.

"no, we haven't actually" leslie shook his head, uncomfortably looking between the people around him.

"well, we've done a lot of things" mattheo continued, easily slipping back into the familiar cockiness he normally wore with pride, even if you had hit his leg under the table more than a few times already. "you should ask her about her first time" he muttered, winking at the older boy.

pansy, who had been drinking, accidentally spit some of her pumpkin juice on her plate and blaise's mouth was wide open.

"mattheo" you shrieked, quickly stubbling onto your feet "could i talk to you for a second? alone"

"whatever you want, love" mattheo winked at leslie once again, before he followed you out of the hall.

"so about ancient runes"

outside of the great hall, mattheo was standing across from you, head down, while you were ripping him a new one.

"what has gotten into you, matty?" you asked when you had finished screaming at him.

"i'm sorry" mattheo said truthfully "i had this great plan of asking you out this morning, but seeing you with him made me so jealous and realize that it's probably too late anyway, but it's my own fault."

"what are you even talking about?" you asked confused.

"i mean you're obviously going on a second date, right?" mattheo asked "you very clearly said how charming and handsome and smart he was"

"that's true, he is all of those things"

"cool" mattheo nodded and you swore you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes "i'm happy for you then"

"yeah seems like it" you giggled, before you shook your head "well, matty you knows, leslie is amazing--"

"i've never heard anyone been complimented so much than i have heard him in the last twenty hours"

"let me finish" you smiled "he's really great, but i'm not interested in him like that"

"you're not?"

you shook your head "i think we could become good friends, but nothing more"

"but why were you sitting with him then?"

"well, he had a book he wanted to lend me" you shrugged "and i was actually on my way back to our table when you interrupted"

"oh"

"yeah, oh" you smiled "if i had known you would take all of this so harshly, i would've told you about me telling leslie i'm not interested yesterday"

"okay, that's embarrassing" mattheo admitted "i should've spoken to you in private, before i made such a scene"

"yeah, you should have" you nodded. "so, are you going to ask me out?"

mattheo grinned at you, before he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer with one fast gesture, connecting your lips.

you pulled him close by the hem of his shirt. your fingers curling into the fabric as you deepened the kiss. his hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him. The world around you seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

his other hand moved up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. the kiss was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of his usual confidence and a softer side he reserved just for you. you could feel the intensity of his feelings, the months—years, even—of pent-up emotions pouring out in this single, breathtaking moment.

your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel his racing too. it was as if all the teasing, all the uncertainty, had culminated in this moment. his lips were soft yet demanding, and you responded eagerly, your fingers now moving to tangle in his hair.

you both were breathless when you broke the kiss, heavy breathing quickly turning into laughing about how both of you had acted like idiots.

"we should get pansy and blaise and return to the others, right?" you asked and mattheo nodded eagerly.

"but you'll go out with me, yeah?"

"i think we're already past that" you joked, hinting at the years of longing gazes and physical affection between the both of you. "but sure"

you walked back into the hall holding hands, while blaise and pansy were already waiting for you.

"what happened to layla?" mattheo asked, trying to catch sight of the boy on the ravenclaw table.

"leslie—"

"—left, after blaise had gone a bit too far, asking for flirting advice"

"oh god" you hid your face in your hand "i can take you guys nowhere"

"well, you've got enough friends already, haven't you?" mattheo nudged your shoulder, as pansy's eyes fell on your connected hands.

"took you long enough" she smiled, before all of you walked into the direction of the slytherin table.

as you approached, the group noticed your intertwined hands. draco, theo, and enzo exchanged knowing glances.

"finally," theo remarked, leaning back in his seat. "i was starting to think you'd never figure it out“

draco smirked, lowering his newspaper. "i suppose this means i don’t have to pretend to be friendly to more people than absolutely necessary now"

"i think we're all just relieved we don’t have to hear more about leslie and his 'charms'" enzo grinned.

"speaking of which," draco said, looking at you and mattheo, "how did that go?"

"oh, you know“ you replied with a smirk "mattheo decided to mark his territory in the most subtle way possible“

"well, at least he's more direct than other people" theo almost giggled "i just have to imagine enzo recalling and telling holly anything he could remember from our flying classes"

"i'm sorry that i genuinely thought she wanted to know that"

"when these two can get it together, you'll get there too some day" pansy nudged enzo's shoulder and the boy send her a grateful smile.

"who needs enemies when you have friends like this" mattheo laughed with a roll of his eyes.

blaise chuckled, leaning back in his chair. " hey, at least we keep each other entertained"

enzo grinned, shooting a playful glare at blaise. "yeah, and who else would i have to embarrass myself in front of if not for you lot?"

draco raised an eyebrow at that "well, enzo, it's a good thing you have us to keep you humble“

theo nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "exactly. otherwise, you might start thinking you're actually good at flying"

"now this is just unfair, you're telling me she was not only flirting, but lying too?" enzo exclaimed frustrated.

"you can't always have everything" blaise shrugged, taking a look at the vacant spot leslie had left at the ravenclaw table "at least that way there are still girls left for the rest of us"

"you do realize that y/n is not really left anymore, right?" theo ellbowed the other boy.

"well, y/n" blaise smirked "i'm sure mattheo has never even seen a copy of jane austens pride and prejudice, but guess who read it, you're right this lovely—"

"oh hell no" mattheo quickly shook his head, as he clasped a hand over blaise's mouth. "don't you even start, bethany"

[cowboybeepboop]

Are you still taking requests 🤔 if so I got one for you it's more of an idea to start and you can build on it.

Anything with jealous Scott! Him and the reader flirt hes nice to her she drops hints he's to dumb to see them right away. Tyler sees how hard she is trying sees the looks Scott gives her but knows it's all going over his head so he makes a plan with the reader to make Scott jealous and JEALOUS he gets and end it with fluff smut just happiness and maybe some humor!

All the little details are up to you have fun with it. You are a very talented story teller I always failed my creative writing in school🤣

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, fluffy and romantic

Word count: 5k

a/n: Thank you so much! I really enjoy writing jealous Scott and writing like romantic smut so hopefully you guys like reading it. As always let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy <3

Working with Tyler has its perks, one of which is being able to travel around the states while chasing storms, another is getting to see Scott. You have a *small* thing for him, something that isn't well hidden.

However, it seems that no matter how obvious you are with your flirtation, Scott is entirely oblivious to it all. He really is oblivious. The man has an uncanny ability to turn everything you say into something platonic.

What makes things worse is that you can tell he likes you too. You’re the only person he shows his caring and soft side to. He goes out of his way to talk to you as much as he can and worries over your safety when Tyler drags you too close to a tornado.

Today is another day on the road as you’re chasing storms, the crew is together having breakfast at a diner. But your gaze stays trained to the dark haired man sitting with Javi and his team.

You sigh softly, poking at your food with your fork, a pout on your lips. The conversations of your friends stays in the background as the only thing on your mind is how you can make it *any* more obvious to Scott.

Tyler leans to you, bumping his shoulder to yours in an effort to catch your attention. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look over at him, eyes a bit unfocused, your cheeks pink from being caught staring at Scott.

“Y/N,” He leaned a bit closer, and spoke in a low voice so the others wouldn't hear. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Your head cocks to the side as you turn your body to him.

Tyler glanced briefly at Scott before turning his attention back to you. He kept his voice low.

"You've been trying to get Scott's attention for a while, but he's as oblivious as ever. I have an idea that might work, but you'll have to play along."

“Okay..” your voice is suspicious, eyes narrowing at him, “And what exactly is your brilliant idea?”

Tyler flashed a sly grin. "Well, I know that Scott is protective of you, and a bit possessive at times. So, if he sees me, or anyone else, getting a little too close to you, he might just get jealous."

He leaned back in his chair, looking casual, but you could tell he was up to something. "Trust me on this, okay? Just play along."

You nod along as he speaks, “But what’s in it for you Ty?”

Tyler smirked, enjoying this little plan. "Oh, nothing much. It's just that I like stirring up a bit of chaos, and seeing Scott get jealous would be entertaining as hell."

You giggle at his response, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Then let’s do it.” Your gaze falls back over to Scott noticing his shift in his seat.

Tyler smiled devilishly. He knew you were on board with his plan. He glanced over at Scott, noticing his obvious discomfort at your closeness to Tyler.

He leans to you, making sure to keep his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Alright, here goes."

He casually placed his hand on your thigh, patting it gently. "You enjoying the food, Y/N?" You squirm slightly under his touch.

Scott can’t help a scowl that comes over his face as he watches Tyler’s hand gently pat your thigh. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on his fork tightened. He tried his best to listen to Javi and the others engaged in conversation, pretending to focus on their words. But his mind wandered back to the sight of Tyler's hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

Your conversation with Tyler dies down as Javi interrupts to ask about where you’re going to chase today. Tyler’s hand moves to your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

Tyler chimes in, "You know, I was thinking we should head north today. There's a storm system that's brewing up there and it looks pretty interesting." He presses a kiss to your temple gently.

Scott’s jaw clenches tight at the sight of Tyler’s lips touching your temple. His eyes flicker with a hint of jealousy, but he maintains his composure, taking a sip of his coffee to hide his reaction.

He clears his throat and looks at the rest of the group. "I looked at the weather reports this morning, and there's more potential for storms further south."

Tyler noticed Scott's reaction, and it confirmed that his plan was working. He could see the slightest hint of jealousy in Scott's eyes and the way his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself.

He turned to Scott with a smirk. "Oh, you're right, south does sound like it has better potential for storms. But by the time we’d reach that area they might already have died down.”

You glance between the two men who are sharing strong glares, you look down at the app you had pulled up. “There does seem to be a lot more storms popping up in the northern region at the moment..”

Scott's eyes narrow further as you chime in, backing Tyler's suggestion. He can see the growing smirk on Tyler's face, and it only adds to his annoyance. He takes a deep breath and looks over at you, trying to keep his cool.

Tyler gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, enjoying the effect it had on Scott. "Yeah, north looks like the better option today. Plus, I bet Y/N would want to see some more tornadoes today, huh?" You smile up at him with a small nod.

Scott's grip on his coffee cup tightens as he sees Tyler's hand on your thigh again, and the mention of you wanting to see tornadoes only irritates him more.

He takes another drink, trying to hide his annoyance. "Well, if that's what *you* want to do.." He mutters under his breath, his eyes flickering between you and Tyler.

__________

After a long day of pretend flirting with Tyler and storm chasing you’ve found yourself relaxing with your team at the bar. The ding of the door captured your attention and your gaze lands on Scott. He’s dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, looking so much more attractive than when he’s in his storm par suit.

Tyler, noticing your interest in Scott, takes it as an opportunity to continue with his plan to make Scott jealous. He leans closer to you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

"You're staring again," he says with a playful smirk. "You just can't help but admire Scott, can?"

“It’s hard not to,” you murmur, taking a sip of your drink as Tyler pulls you closer.

Scott's gaze briefly flickers to Tyler's arm as it wraps around your shoulders. He feels a pang of annoyance at the sight, but he tries to keep his cool. He orders a drink from the bartender before turning to face you.

He moves a bit closer, standing beside you with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Tyler a cool glare before looking down at you. "Having a good night?" He asks, his tone neutral. He takes a step closer to you, his body practically sandwiching you between him and Tyler. A slight blush raises on your cheeks as you gaze up at Scott with a smile.

Feeling the tension build, Tyler decides to take things further, playing into his role as your 'boyfriend'. He leans in, his arm still around your shoulders, and places a gentle kiss on your temple. "Yeah, great night so far," he replies, meeting Scott's cold glare with a smirk.

“Mhm, yeah. Great night.” You shiver at the touch of Tyler’s lips on your skin, unconsciously cuddling closer to him.

Scott's jaw clenches at the sight of Tyler's lips touching your skin. He can feel a spark of anger rising within him, but he tries his best to keep his expression neutral.

He takes a step forward, his body now almost pressed against you, effectively sandwiching you between him and Tyler. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours, and reaches out to gently brush some wayward strands of hair behind your ear. "That's good to hear," he says, his voice low. "I hope it stays that way."

Your grin grows at Scott’s affection. Tyler, sensing Scott's growing possessiveness, decides it's time to ramp things up even more. He tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. His hand rests on your hip, his fingers gently tracing small circles.

"Oh, I'm sure it will," he responds, his smirk widening. "We're all enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Y/N?" You nod while taking another sip of your beer.

Scott's eyes narrow as he watches Tyler's hand linger on your hip, the gentle touch making his blood boil. He can feel his possessive instincts starting to take over, and he takes another step closer to you, his body now practically pressed against yours.

He reaches out and places his hand on your waist, gently pulling you towards him and away from Tyler. He looks down at you with a stern expression on his face. Your blush grows as your eyes widen at Scott’s sudden gesture.

Tyler’s eyes flicker with amusement as Scott pulls you closer to him. He bites back a smirk, enjoying the effect his plan is having on Scott. He takes a step back, giving you a bit more space, but his eyes remain fixed on the pair of you.

Scott's hand on your waist feels possessive and firm. He continues to fix you with a stern look, his expression intense. "Y/N,” he says, his voice low, “we need to have a word. Alone."

“Okay,” you bite down on your lip, Scott leads you out of the bar, across the street toward the motel. You follow close behind, without a word. Once you reach his room, he unlocks the door pulling you inside.

He turns to face you, his expression serious and intense. His hand, still on your waist, tightens its grip ever so slightly, anchoring himself to you.

“What do you want to talk about?” You relax in his grasp, enjoying every second of his touch.

Scott takes a deep breath, looking down at you with a mixture of frustration and desire in his eyes. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking, his voice low and rough.

"I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me," he says, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

“I’ll be 100% honest,” you nod with a sweet smile. “I promise.”

Scott seems to relax a bit at your words, his shoulders visibly untensing. He takes another deep breath, his gaze locking on yours.

"What's going on with you and Tyler?" He asks, his voice firm. "Because it seems to me that you two have gotten a bit too close lately."

“Too close?” You question, your head cocking to the side as you feign ignorance.

Scott crosses his arms, a stern expression on his face as he gazes down at you. He notices the cheeky glint in your eyes and the subtle bite of your lip, sensing that you're not quite as oblivious as you're pretending to be.

"Don't play coy with me," he mutters, taking a step closer to you. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. The way he's always touching you, always standing close to you... I've noticed it, and it's driving me crazy."

“Driving you crazy?” You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him flush against you while looking up at him. “And why is that?”

Scott's eyes widen slightly as you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. For a moment, he is taken aback by your audacity, but he regains his composure quickly.

He places his hands on your hips, his grip firm as he stares down at you with an intense gaze. “I can't stand seeing him touch you like that, it's like he's marking his territory." Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as he continues.

Scott's eyes are glued to your tongue, watching as it darts out to wet your bottom lip. His grip on your hips tightens involuntarily, the primal desire within him taking over.

He takes a deep breath, trying to suppress the primal urge to pull you closer and claim you as his own. "The way he puts his hands on you... it should be me."

You smirk, “Then why isn’t it?” Your fingertips dig into his back softly.

Scott's breath hitches as your fingertips dig into his back, sending a shiver down his spine. The smirk on your lips is driving him crazy, awakening a primal urge within him.

He steps closer, his body now pressed flush against yours. His eyes darkened with desire as he gazes down at you. "Because I don't want to push you away," he mutters, his voice low and hoarse.

“Scott, you're so dense.” You groan.

Scott's expression turns to one of mild offense at your words. He takes a moment to collect himself before responding. "I'm not dense," he retorts. "I just-"

He falters, his mind still stuck on your words and the fact that he's been oblivious to your feelings this whole time. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locking on yours. "Wait... You're telling me you..?"

You roll your eyes, pressing your head back against the wall. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

He takes a step back, looking at you with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. "You...flirting with me?" He repeats, his voice a mixture of sheepishness and confusion. "I don't…"

He stops to think for a moment, his mind replaying all the interactions he'd had with you over the past few weeks. Suddenly, it all starts to click. Another groan escapes your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

Scott's eyes flicker with a mix of realization and arousal as he takes in your reaction. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you and pins you against the wall.

He gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his blue eyes darkened with desire. "You've been flirting with me for weeks?" He repeats, his voice huskier than before. His gaze flickers down to your lips before he leans in, capturing them in a rough, hungry kiss.

You pull him closer to you, responding to his hands with a quiet moan. Scott's arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer against his body. The sound of your moan fuels his desire, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an urgent fervor.

He pins you to the wall, his hands roaming over your body, desperate to feel every inch of you. His grip on you grows tighter, almost possessive, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers.

You pull away, gasping for air as his touch sends desire through your body. Scott's lips trail down your jawline, his breath hot on your skin. He nibbles gently at your earlobe, his hands still roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour, until they come to rest at your hips.

He pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, creating a delicious friction between the two of you. "God, you drive me crazy," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "I need you."

Your arms move to his neck, pulling his lips inches away from yours. “I need you too Scott.” His hands grip your thighs, hoisting you up onto him with ease. He pushes you against the wall, his body pressing you into the cool plaster and his heated frame.

His lips are a breath away from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he mutters, his gaze locking on yours.

He presses his hips against yours, his desire for you evident in every movement. Your head falls back as you moan out his name, grinding your hips down on his.

Scott's breath hitches at the feel of you grinding against him. The sound of his name on your lips sending a jolt of electricity through him.

His grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Ah, God," he mutters, his voice rough and ragged. "You're making it damn near impossible to hold back. You know that, right?"

“Please don’t hold back anymore,” you whine out as you gaze into his eyes. At your request,

Scott loses the last shred of restraint he was holding onto. He crushes you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, hungry kiss.

His hands slide up to your ass, grabbing hold and pulling you fully against him. He grinds his hips against yours, wanting to get as close to you as possible.

"I won’t hold back anymore," he gasps, breaking away from the kiss for a brief moment. "I want you. All of you."

The heat between you and Scott is palpable, filling the room like a heavy summer storm. His hands slide from your thighs to your ass, squeezing and lifting you closer to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You kiss him back with a passion that matches his own, your bodies moving in a rhythm that speaks of a long-denied attraction.

The walls of the motel room seem to close in around you, the rest of the world fading away as your focus narrows to the feel of his mouth on yours, the beat of his heart against your chest, and the unmistakable pressure of his hardness against your core.

With surprising strength and urgency, Scott hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down with one swift motion, leaving you exposed and vulnerable against the wall. He steps closer, aligning his clothed erection with your slick heat, and begins to rock his hips against you.

The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making you whimper and cling to him tighter. His hand remains firm on your ass, keeping you in place as he grinds into you, the fabric of his pants the only barrier between you and his dick. The pressure builds, your breath hitching in anticipation of what's to come.

Scott's hips move with a fierce rhythm against you, the rough fabric of his jeans providing just the right amount of friction against your sensitive clit. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you moan and arch your back, silently begging for more. The pressure builds, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension coils tighter within you.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tightening around him like a vice as the pleasure reaches a crescendo. The room is filled with the sound of your muffled cries and the harsh grunts of his own need. His grip on your ass tightens, his movements becoming more erratic as he feels your climax approaching.

The anticipation is unbearable, your nails digging into his shoulders as you hang on the precipice of release, desperately seeking the sweet oblivion that you know is just within reach.

The friction becomes too much, and with a loud moan, you cum onto Scott's pants, leaving a wet slick stain on the fabric. The intensity of your orgasm surprises even you, your body convulsing and shaking in his arms. Scott's eyes widen, his own arousal reaching new heights as he feels your wetness coat him.

He groans into your mouth, the sound muffled by your desperate kisses. His hips don't stop moving, instead, they pick up speed, driven by the need to feel you come apart around him. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, only makes him want you more, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent. He's so close to the edge himself, and the feel of you pulsing against him is driving him wild.

He pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the aftershocks of your climax play out on your flushed face. With one last, deep, grind, he whispers, "Fuck, Y/N," his voice a mix of amazement and desire.

Without wasting another moment, Scott carries you over to the bed, setting you down gently. He kisses a trail down your body, leaving a fiery path in his wake. His eyes are dark with lust as he settles between your legs, his gaze lingering on your still-quivering core. You watch, breathless, as he spreads your legs, revealing your glistening sex to his hungry eyes.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his pupils dilating with desire. He kisses the insides of your thighs, the soft skin of your stomach, and finally, his mouth hovers just above your most sensitive spot. You feel the warmth of his breath against your folds, and your body responds with a shiver of anticipation. He looks up at you, a question in his eyes, seeking permission to continue. You nod eagerly, your hands sliding into his hair as you pull his face closer.

With a groan, Scott dives in, his tongue licking and teasing your clit with a gentle touch that sends shockwaves through your body. He explores you with a passion that's both tender and fierce, his mouth worshiping every inch of your sex. He nibbles and sucks, his tongue flicking and curling in a way that makes your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.

You're lost in the sensation, your breath coming in short gasps and your hips moving in time with his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you, his eyes never leaving your closed ones, as if he's trying to memorize every twitch and gasp of pleasure that passes over your face.

You're on the edge again, and you can feel him pushing you closer, his tongue swirling and dipping into your wetness, his teeth grazing against your swollen bud. It's all you can do to hold on as the storm of sensation builds inside you, threatening to break.

As the second orgasm hits, you cry out, your body writhing under his skilled touch. Scott doesn't stop, his mouth working tirelessly to draw out every last bit of pleasure from your quivering body. He laps up the evidence of your climax. You're lost in the feeling of his tongue on your skin, his breath hot and moist against your sensitive flesh.

He's thorough, not stopping until every tremor has subsided and you're left panting and boneless on the bed, your legs shaking. Only then does he pull away, licking his lips with a smug smile, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You taste so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all night."

With a whimper of need, you pull Scott back up your body, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss that tastes of your desire. Your hands shake slightly as they fumble with the button and zipper of his pants, eager to free his hard length and feel him inside you.

He helps you, his own hands trembling with anticipation, and soon enough, his pants fall to the floor. He pulls his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Your eyes rake over his sculpted abs and the bulge in his underwear, making your heart race even faster.

"I need you," you breathe against his lips, the urgency in your voice unmistakable.

Scott groans, his hands moving to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. His eyes devour your bare breasts, the peaks pebbled with desire. He leans down to kiss and suck on one nipple, sending waves of pleasure through you. You grip his shoulders, arching into his touch.

With trembling hands, you push his boxers down, freeing his erection. It stands proudly, the tip glistening with precum. You stroke him gently, feeling the velvety softness of his skin over the steel of his arousal. He gasps, his hips jerking in response.

"Please," you whisper, your eyes pleading with him to fill the ache that's been building inside you for weeks.

Scott's eyes darken with need as he takes in your naked form, your body laid bare before him. He reaches for his wallet, fumbling for a condom, his need for you overriding all else. He sheathes himself, then positions his cock at your entrance, his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

You nod, your eyes never leaving his in a silent beg, your legs wrapping around his waist in silent invitation. With one slow, torturous thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. You gasp into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, then starts to move, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that builds the tension all over again.

You moan, your nails digging into his back as he sets a pace that's both gentle and demanding. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you intense and all-consuming. With each stroke, the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until you feel like you might burst.

"Fuck, Scott," you murmur, your voice shaky.

He responds with a grunt, his own pleasure etched on his face. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips, as he moves inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your muffled cries and his guttural groans.

Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your body moving in sync with his, the intensity of your emotions is like nothing you've ever felt before.

With a deep, guttural groan, Scott's hips stutter to a stop, his cock pulsing inside you as he reaches his peak. The feeling of his release sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through your body, your pussy clenching around him in a vice-like grip. His eyes squeeze shut, his face contorted with the sheer force of his climax.

You hold him tight, feeling the warmth of his seed fill you up as he empties himself into the condom. His body relaxes slowly, his breathing heavy and erratic. As he opens his eyes, you see the look of utter satisfaction and disbelief, as if he can't quite believe what just happened. He kisses you softly, his forehead resting against yours. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment. "I didn't mean for that to happen so quickly."

You smile up at him, stroking his cheek gently. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It was perfect." Your voice is a breathy whisper, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your own pleasure. Scott's eyes searched yours, the intensity of the moment washing over him.

He pulls out slowly, his cock still half-hard, and removes the condom before collapsing beside you on the bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, your bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat. You both lay there, panting and spent.

Scott's lips curve into a weary smile as he finally regains control of his breath and finds enough strength to speak. "That... that was..." He shakes his head, struggling to find the words to describe what just happened. "That was incredible." His voice was laced with both ecstasy and disbelief.

He turns his head to look at you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face like an artist admiring his canvas. "You're,” he pauses, searching for the right word, "god, you're beautiful," he finally whispers, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You grin and press a kiss to his lips. His smile widens at your playful quip, and he returns your kiss with a soft hum.

He takes a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes sweeping over your bare form with an appreciative gaze. "You know," he muses, "I have no idea how I've been able to keep my hands off you all this time. You're addictive."

“Addictive, huh?” You slide onto his body, straddling his waist.

Scott's eyes darken with desire as you straddle him, his hands coming to rest on your hips, holding you in place. He bites his lower lip, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Addictive," he repeats, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he speaks. He gazes up at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and contour. "I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, his hands beginning to wander. You lean forward, grasping his chin, bringing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

Scott’s hands run up your side, his eyes fluttering closed as you press gentle kisses onto his face.

Scott's heart thumps loudly in his ears as you shower his face with gentle kisses, his breath hitching with each touch of your lips. His hands continue to explore your skin, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your back, as if he can't quite believe you're really there.

He groans softly, his body responding to your gentle touch. He tilts his head back slightly, giving you better access to his neck, the pulse point of it fluttering rapidly. "Keep doing that," he murmurs, "Please."

You slide off his body, cuddling into the crook of his arm as you continue to press sweet kisses to his neck.

Scott's arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his body. He shivers slightly as your lips touch his neck, his skin tingling with each kiss. He closes his eyes, his hand coming up to thread through your hair. He turns his head slightly, nuzzling your hair as he basks in the feeling of your gentle affections.

His other hand gently strokes your back, tracing soft patterns across your skin. "You're going to kill me," he whispers, a hint of both pleasure and torment in his voice.

[yngtort]

— puppy love

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader : In which both you and seungmin are too shy to talk about sex, but too horny to keep your hands off each other. (Cute lil birthday post for my dear friend @sydnerss love you squid!)

Sex isn’t the most important thing in a relationship.

No, it’s communication.

Which is something both you and seungmin had stressed since the moment you got together. So why— why couldn’t you two just communicate about sex?

It seems like every time either of you wanted to fuck, you can never voice it. The most you did was lay down silent hints.

You’d walk around in the tiniest little shorts that show off your fluffy ass and thick thighs. Meanwhile, he’s wearing his joggers as low as possible, subtle vline being showed off like the piece of art it is.

You both won’t say a thing tho.

It’s til he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling down to his lap, when you know he’s painfully hard. Dick pressing up against your ass as he looks up at expectantly, hoping you’d also take the hint.

At first you blamed on the fact that your relationship was relatively new. You both are quite shy anyways, it took you a while to even confess your romantic feelings for each-other.

— so being upfront about the sexual ones would be even harder.

just wanted to be respectful, dispute the absolutely disrespectful things y’all wanted to do.

And that’s why you’re stuck on the phone with him, ache in your core, listening to him hang out with his friends.

It’s been hours since the call started, something about seungmin missing your voice led y’all into spend your whole day together virtually. It’s a cute sentiment until youre scrolling through tumblr, landing on a post that has one of your hands slapped over your mouth, while the other is digging into your shorts.

It didn’t help how attractive seungmin sounds right now. Joking around with his crew with an edge in his voice that you hadn’t heard before. Your AirPods were turned up to an embarrassingly high volume.

You bite back a desperate whimper as your fingers just barely brush the deepest part of you. That spot where only seungmin could reach.

It’s a bit scandalous to be doing this, you admit. But you can’t help it when it’s been so long since you’ve gotten your back blown out.

If only you had the courage to tell him about how badly you needed him to fuck you into your pillows. But you dont.

Instead you’ll just quietly slut yourself out his voice. pathetically rolling your thumb on your clit as you chase after orgasm that just keeps slipping away.

you’re close- so so close—

“Y/n? You still there?” Seungmin called making your movements stutter. “Y/n?”

Damn it.

“Mhm, still here.” You say quickly. But there’s a slight shake in your voice that makes your boyfriends ears perk.

“You okay? You sound like you’re crying.”

“ ‘mm not.” Oh but you’re about to. Your body was begging for some kind of relief and whatever you were doing was not enough. Fingers all cramped up inside of you as try to keep on pumping.

“You sure? Do you need me to come over?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“No, I’m fine.” you mentally punch yourself as you hear seungmin hum, telling you to let him know if anything changes. But it won’t, you’re sure of it.

He goes back to playing around with his friends and you do the same, but with yourself.

Fingers weren’t cutting it anymore though, You needed something stronger. your legs swung over the bed, heading over to your dresser.

Where did you put it?

You rummage through your clothes until you’re pulling out pink little vibrator, shaped to resemble a rose. It’s been so long since you used it, is it even charged?

But you don’t have time worry about that, you’re too busy trying rid yourself of the knot in your stomach.

When you’re back on your bed, you quickly mute your mic— not without making an excuse to seungmin that you’re gonna play some music and that you didn’t want to disturb him with it.

In reality, it was because of how loud the said toy was despite what the packaging said when you got it. The Rose made a shit eating wiring sound as you placed on your clit.

But damn, it’s effective.

Soft moans floated off your lips and into the cold air of your room. You imagined that it was your boyfriend between your legs, licking and sucking as he pinned your hips down to the mattress.

your legs would curl over his sharp shoulders, while your hands latched onto a tuft of his brown locks. in your mind, you can practically see the intense look he’d be giving you. Dick probably throbbing in his pants as he eats you up.

you were completely wrapped up in your own fantasy, eyes stung with tears as your orgasm started to creep in finally. With your free hand, you dip those fingers inside of you, pressing upwards and just can’t help but cry out.

“Minnie, please. Need you so bad..” You whined, legs shaking immensely.

“If you needed me so bad, you should’ve just asked.”

You paused. No, everything had paused.

The rose went dead. Your heart stop beating. and your orgasm never came.

“I thought-“ you grabbed your phone, wide eyed because the mute button was untouched. “Oh my gosh, your friends didn’t hear me did they??”

“And if they did?” He rasped, “it’s not like you cared. Acting like a mutt in heat.”

Little did you know, seungmin didn’t even give them the chance. as soon as he sensed something was up with you— he was out the door. by the time he was on your street, you were moaning into the phone. he had to try not to swerve and hit a trash can, it was a mess.

“Seungmin…”

“Just come open the door.”

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Everything happens in flash after you open that door.

You’re swept off your feet and forced into a desperate kiss. Seungmins nipping, biting, and sucking on your lips as he navigates through the house and into your room.

“you’re such a tease.” he says against your mouth, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“No, seung. I didn’t mean to-“ your words are cut off, being dropped on the bed knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Fucking liar,” seungmin cursed, dark eyes glaring down at you. “You’re always doing this. putting yourself on display just to get my attention even though you already have it.”

He’s so right, you hate it— but it’s true. You had gotten so desperate and messy, when all you had to do was speak up.

“Did you have fun fucking on that weak toy of yours? Was it better than me? Hmm?” He asked, hovering over you. You gasp, feeling his fingers slide up your thighs and onto your core. His fingers pressed into the wet patch on your thin pajama shorts and seungmin has to hold back a scoff.

“I guess not.” He chuckled, rubbing you through the cloth until his fingers are drenched.

“s-seungmin,” you call and your boyfriend raised a brow.

“What? gonna beg like the needy lil pup you are?” He mocked, “go on then. Speak.”

A waterfall off of pleas leave your mouth in an instant. It was like seungmin a flipped a little switch in your mind, making you spill every dirty thought you had of him earlier.

You just wanted him buried between your thighs, helping your relieve the tightness in your gut after being edged all day. “Please, please, please Minnie. Needa’ cum so bad.”

a satisfied grin stretches across his face as he hear your demands.

“How could I possibly say no when you’re this cute?” He says before traveling down your body, leaving behind kisses until he’s face to face with your heat.

Without a thought, he slides your shorts to the side and latches his mouth onto your sore clit. Tongue lapping over the sensitive bud, making your back arch in pleasure.

Fuck, this was just what you needed. You’re rolling your hips against his face in such a shameless way— but did you care? No. All you cared about is getting your long awaited release.

it sneaks up on you, making you choke out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. seugmin has to dig his nails into your thighs, trying to keep your legs from closing up on him.

“Seungmin, s-stop.. t-that’s enough.” You sob, but your boyfriend doesn’t listen. He just continues to eat you out, amused as he watched you writhing in his hold from overstimulation.

a second wave of ecstasy hits, harder than the last and seungmin finally lets you free. “You’re so good for me, look how much you came.” He teased, wiping his face clean from your wetness.

“It’s your fault.” You huff, chest rising and falling.

“Guilty as charged” seungmin laughed, before leaning down and hauling you into another kiss. It’s a lazy and sloppy one, letting you get a taste of yourself.

your hands travel down to his torso, fingers tracing his soft features until you’re buried into the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck, y/n. Just like that.” Seugmin hisses at your cold palm wrapping around his hard length. you pump him, hand moving with easy thanks to the precum that leaked from his shaft.

“Seung,” you breathe out, looking him in the eyes. “fuck me and Make it hurt.”

“Bossy lil pup.”

In a matter of second seungmin flips you over onto all fours, pressing your face into the comforter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He says from behind, tip diving into your entrance. You whine out loudly as you suck up every inch.

His thrusts are mad and wild, nails sunk into your hips and dick hitting your gspot every. Single. Time. The room is flooded with the sound of his hips meeting yours and the bed screaming under you.

“Yes yes yes, fuck me like that.” you cry out, only fueling the man inside you more.

“you like my dick that much?” He asked, snapping his hips harder. “You’re clenching so hard like it’s yours.”

“Mine.. want it so bad.” you splutter out.

“Then take it, baby.”

It’s not long before you’re both moaning mess, muscles tensing as you feel your high course through you. seungmin dips down, pressing his face into your nape as he milks himself. His load fills you until there’s a little bulge in your belly and it only deflates when he pulls out.

He slumps over to the side of you and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you to his chest.

“Now, i think it’s time we have a little chat about our communication skills.”

“Seungmin…. I can’t even think right now.”

:)

[kkuzushi]

“ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

✦ characters: Kabukimono x GN!Reader

✦ cw: sfw/fluff headcanon scenarios of Kabukimono’s firsts

✦ word count: 953

✦ notes: Hell week has dawned on me so this is made out of pure self indulgence. After my finals, I’ll get back to writing. <3

✦ sfw ver | nsfw ver

— First romantic relationship !

Relationships are difficult for Kabukimono. Not only is he inexperienced but he’s insecure of himself. His first betrayal always made him think he wouldn’t be enough for anyone, especially for you.

However, you showed him you didn’t care. That there was so much more about him that’s worth appreciating, admiring, loving.

“Are you sure? You know I’m just a puppet, a prototype. I’ll just fail in this relationship thing.”

You would cup his face every time you reassured him. “Even a puppet like you deserves love,” Your thumbs caress the delicate skin on his face, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll be here to teach you about anything and everything.”

“You mean that?” His eyes searching for any hint of deception, “You wouldn’t abandon me at any inconvenience?”

“Never.”

“Then.. if you’re willing to try, I am too.”

— First time holding hands !

During the first few times of your relationship with him, he’d make small improvements when it comes to affection, especially physical touch.

Kabukimono was surprised at the way you suddenly tugged his hand, fingers interlocking so perfectly. The way your fingers closed and molded with his; “Your hand.. It feels nice,” he comments.

Kabukimono takes your other hand, and once again, it intertwines without a fault. He smiled after discovering a way to connect with you. “Does it?” You ask, thumbs caressing his ball-joint knuckles.

He giggled, “Mhm, like it was made to hold mine.” Now embrace yourself for this puppet will hold your hand at every given opportunity.

— First time hugging !

Similar to when Kabukimono first found out about holding hands, he was just as surprised by this gesture. This was the closest proximity you had initiated with him yet, even better now that your arms are around his body. He can feel your heartbeat, the soft thumps.. It felt calming.

“What is this for?”

“A hug for you.”

“Oh. I like your hugs.”

Kabukimono reciprocates the action, his arms circling around your torso, lower than where yours are around him. He nuzzled you unknowingly, his ear heading straight for your chest.

Badump.. badump.. badump..

“What a beautiful sound,” the puppet thinks to himself.

— First time kissing !

Kisses aren’t foreign to Kabukimono. He sees other people in Tatarasuna doing it to their loved ones, influencing him to do the same to you. It first started out as hand kisses—whenever you two would hold hands, he’d lift yours up and kiss the back of your palm.

“Where did you learn that?” You first asked, chuckling at the sweet gesture. “I see other people doing it,” He admitted, “I figured I could do the same to you.”

These affections would become the norm for the two of you—cheek kisses, forehead kisses—after sharing this comfortable bond, you decided to initiate something new one day; a peck on his lips. If the puppet could, his face would turn red and explode.

“You kissed me! On my lips..?” Kabukimono exclaimed, moving a finger on his lips, the feeling of your kiss still lingering there. “But.. it feels a little different,” A hush confession slips before he perks at you, “Can we do that again?”

“One more. I just want to make sure..” He says, tugging on your sleeve. His reason almost sounded like an excuse, but who are you to deny such a curious being?

— First time sleeping together !

Not to lie, Kabukimono was giddy when he first got the opportunity to sleep together with you on the same bed. Holding hands, hugging, kissing.. all those were intimacy he was getting used to, but sleeping together on the same bed? It made something flutter in his chest.

After changing into your sleepwear, you approached the puppet sitting on your bed, legs already draped under the covers.

He smiles once you sit next to him on the bed. “How should we do this?” Kabukimono asked, to which you replied, “What do you mean?”

Sleeping isn’t something he needed, but you figured it wouldn’t be a weird thing to do together.

“I don’t want to hog all the space,” He says, “Maybe we should put a pillow in the middle?” He suggested as he took the extra pillow for his head and placed it between the two of you.

“Kabu..” You chuckled, removing the pillow that acted as a barrier. Arms wrapped around his delicate form as you tackled him down the mattress, his back pressed against you. “I don’t want anything to come between us,” You whisper, a pleasant tingle going through him.

The puppet turns to you, faces just inches away, but it felt so right. “When you put it like that.. how can I disagree?” He whispered, snuggling up to you, “You’ll be my blanket tonight then.”

— First time saying “I love you” !

Actions speak louder than words, that’s what Kabukimono believes in. As a puppet, he knows the difference between the two of you, but he’ll do anything to close those gaps.

When he first learned that three-word phrase from Niwa, he knew it wasn’t something he could say so easily. Kabukimono knew there was no much better proof of his love for you other than the affection and time he can offer.

It just slipped out of him—when you were going out to pick up some ingredients for dinner, the words came out of him like it was natural.

“Stay safe out there. I love you.”

It was said in a soft tone, his eyes creasing as he smiles at your departure. You stopped from your tracks.

“What was that?”

“Wait, that was accidental! I mean no, I do love you, but–”

Before the puppet could further explain himself, your laughter breaks out. “I love you too, Kabu.”

[changisworld]

Blindfolding with Felix.

->Sexual Blindfolding: Sexual Blindfolding is when one or more partners have something purposely covering their eyes while engaging in sex, used to enhance other senses &/or used for an element of surprise.

Word count:2,231

->Smut warnings: Blindfolding, slightly public sex, PIV, squirting, nipple play & pinching, 3 pussy slaps, pussy eating & fingering (brief), creampie, unprotected sex, voice kink.

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You've always been a bit of an exhibitionist & you can't deny that, so when you & felix started mixing your kinks together, being blindfolding & risky sex, it's music to your ears.

It first started with Felix blindfolding you & taking you to random areas of the house to change the surroundings for a bit of an extra thrill for you, but that isn't enough for you both anymore, but luckily Felix has the best idea to help this.

That's how you've ended up in the forest.. well actually no, you both actually originally went on a walk since it was a warm day down a common walk trail, mostly used for old people walking their dogs so Felix especially likes it mostly for that reason, never failing to pet all the animals, but little does he know that today, you've came prepared & you're more than excited to see his reaction.

You've both walked slightly off trail into a more dense part of the woods to pick some wild berries but you're a bit more than distracted by this point, not caring about the stupid raspberries, the way his long, shoulder length blonde hair sitting so prettily & his slim fingers decorated with rings grabbing each piece of fruit he is finding, placing it in the clear tub where the sandwiches you both ate originally were & you're too excited with your little plan to keep letting him do this when he could be doing you instead.

You play with Felix's hair in your fingers as you both sit on a fallen tree trunk together & he just yaps away about random things he has learned from tiktok & the new cookie recipe that he hasn't got completely correct yet, but your mind is elsewhere, & Felix catches the hint when you dramatically sigh & your hand rests itself on his thigh.

"Lixieee, you look so pretty right now, y'know that?" you say, smiling t him as your thumb caresses his thigh & you can feel it tense beneath you which makes you giggle.

"Is this just you giving me a compliment or are you after something else?" he replies, his freckled cheeks blushing back at you, his ears showing the same colour.

"It is a compliment don't get me wrong! But i mean since you're suggesting something else, I brought something, but i've hidden it." you tease, getting a bit embarrassed at your own words as you giggle before hiding your face in his shoulder, but he makes you look back at him, a devilish look in his eyes.

"N where's what you've hidden n where is it?" he asks, his hand resting on your very inner thigh & you part your legs on instinct & he smirks.

"It's in my bra." you whisper & he giggles this time before quickly looking around to make sure nobody is around, but obviously there isn't, you're both at least fifteen minutes away from the path & no elderly person is gonna be down a steep hill surrounded by thick trees, but he can never be too sure, he wouldn't care if he was seen but if you were seen by anyone he would probably die of jealousy, which is another perk of him that you love.

Felix reaches onto your shirt & starts to slide his hand under the fabric, but you swat his hand away. "The only way to get it is if you take off my shirt." you double down, your cheeks turning red from not only being flustered but also just embarrassment & he chuckles at your reaction.

Felix doesn't say anything but he doesn't waste any time in doing what you pretty much told him to do & you take off your denim jacket & he tugs at your shirt & puts it beside you on the tree trunk & he doesn't look away from your eyes as he dips his hand into your bra & pulls out a black eye mask & his jaw visibly drops before he bites his bottom lip in anticipation.

"You're insane, y'know that? so hot." he purrs, his voice an octave or two lower as he fiddles with the black satin blindfold, smirking at you cheekily.

"Well show me how hot you think it is, pretty please?" you chirp, sweeping the hair out of his face that was being messed up by the small breezes of the wind.

Felix chuckles before pretending to think about the question before he obviously agrees.

He leans over you & takes the jacket that you had placed beside you & places it on the mucky land with some green leaves decorating it before setting his knees on it as he gets on his knees in front of you, his face looking far too innocent for what you're both about to do, but you love it so much.

You spread your legs more so he can fit himself between them as comfortably as he can, trying his best to ignore the uneven ground digging into his knees, quickly reaching under the jacket to sweep away a stick that was poking him.

"You look so pretty from down here, you know that?" you chuckle as you pretty much just admire him & he gets a bit flustered at your words, giggling like a child who just got the christmas present they'd been begging for.

"Well take it all in because you brought this, remember?" he replies, trying to sound less unbothered than he actually is as he leans up & then secures it on your face, taking away your vision & your excitement doubles.

You hold on tighter to the tree you're sitting on, the flowy black skirt you're wearing giving Felix not much left to imagine as your already wet core is prominent through the thin fabric which is sticking to it & you feel like you're about to die with anticipation as Felix's dainty fingers are dragging painfully slowly along your inner thighs & then over your pubic bone, avoiding the one place where you're literally leaking for him completely.

You're about to beg him to do anything, but your words are cut off as he swiftly pushes your panties to the side & his fingers drag up your soaked folds, before he moves the very same fingers up to his lips, tasting you & he hums in a low voice which makes you clench around nothing.

He doesn’t wanna waste anymore of his own time though, however, as he can see the goosebumps covering all of your skin & he can’t help but feel the tiniest bit bad at the fact you’re cold, so he decides that he will just have to take your mind off it.

He doesn’t waste much more time as he shoves the pudge of your clit into his mouth, suckling on it & humming at the raw taste of you, which obviously shoots the vibration through you & you let out a hiss of pleasure.

“taste good, you’re so wet & i’ve barely done anything.” he murmurs, his voice deep & kinda animalistic & you whimper at the sound before a harsh smack lands on your clit & you let out a squeal that was a bit louder than expected & you have to try shut yourself up, it getting a bit harder to balance on the log but luckily felix holds onto your thighs with a firm grip.

“Lixie!! don’t be a meanie, just fuck me.” you demand & Felix can tell you’re furrowing your eyebrows under the eye mask & he chuckles.

“You’re too desperate, nobody’s gonna find us don’t worry, or is that what you want? i wanna play with you for a bit” he purrs, his voice ringing through your ears as he resumes what he was doing, his lips dragging themselves through your folds, your wetness completely soaking them before they wrap back around your clit & you whimper as you sink into the feeling as he also decides to add two fingers into you & to say you love the feeling of him filling you with anything is an understatement.

“Lixie, so good, lemme cum” you moan, your legs opening that tiny bit extra as a way of trying to convince him but he doesn’t listen, instead he pulls away, smacking your pussy again not once but twice, watching the way you clench & the mixture of his spit & also your slick sticking to his fingers which makes his already hard cock ache.

Felix doesn’t say anything as he stands up off his knees, completely forgetting the jacket that just saved his own pants getting dirty with mud on the knee caps as he grabs you by the hand & walks you just a couple of steps to hold onto a tree & you stick your ass out for him the second you find your balance on the tree now in front of you & felix smirks before giving your ass a spank as he flips your skirt up & you can hear him undoing his belt before pulling them down & guessing by the hiss he lets out, you can guess the cold air just hit his sensitive cock like a train & you’re dying with excitement.

You can feel him aligning himself up with your dripping hole & you could cry from desperation & Felix knows this & laughs at you, which makes you pout.

Felix pulls your bra straps down just enough so he can wiggle the annoying piece of clothing down enough to expose your tits for him & despite him not being able to see it & he cups the left one in his left hand as he slowly enters into you, both of you letting out a groan in unison at the stretch & tightness.

Felix cups your other tit as you then start trying to fuck back into him when you’re ready & he pinches your nipples as a warning. “Stop being so needy, i’m gonna give you what you want, you’re too spoiled by me, always acting out so much” he growls in your ear as his clothed chest is connected with your naked back & you chuckle at his words, butterflies in your stomach.

“You love it so much, it’s why i do it, Lixie please just fuck me, want it so much” you say as you turn your head to the side to speak despite you can’t even see him & you purposely clench around him to let him feel your words along with hear it & his knees buckle slightly behind you at the feeling, so warm & soft.

“i hate how well you speak t’me it’s too much to take, y’know that?” he asks but it’s mostly a rhetorical question as he starts fucking into you at a decent pace, the position working in both his & your favour as the tip of his cock pokes & teases your G-spot meanly & you need to make a conscious effort to hold onto the tree that’s the only real thing holding you up.

Felix keeps pinching your tits meanly but in the way he knows you love, twisting them at the same time & you squeak at the pain & you can feel your orgasm bubbling up & you can also feel that it’s not just gonna be a ‘boring’ in your own words orgasm, but something different & your mind is going numb, your arms shaking.

“Lix-fuck, gonna cum, so g-good” you stammer, your voice raising at the end & your breath heavy & felix lets a low groan in your ear, making you gush & clench around him.

“C-can feel it, cum f’me & i’ll cum f-for you too” he stutters, his own release pending & getting stronger in his stomach & he starts kissing & licking on your neck, making sure to let groans escape his lips just to push you over the edge that tiny bit more & it works.

Your orgasm makes your brain melt as your release squirts out of you & you let out a dragged out squeal & Felix feels it plap against his hard & full balls & the second he feels you cumming, his own orgasm spurts out into you, which just even further boosts your own feeling.

Felix & you share whines & cries as his cum paints your walls white & he pulls out once he starts to soften & he doesn’t waste time in helping you move back to the log where you were both originally sat before taking off the blindfold & you scrunch your eyes to try adjust to the sudden brightness.

“You okay? I didn’t expect you to squirt from a quickly that’s a new thing.” he asks in a soft voice, chuckling as he uses your hair tie to put his hair in a low bun to try get the now damp under part of his hair away from his neck as he fixes your bra for you.

“yeah, was amazing, i’m freezing though but my jacket is now muddy so let’s go home, still horny” you reply, giving him a cheeky smile as you throw your shirt back on & make sure to pick up the tub of berries that you were both picking, your legs shaky & both of your breath still staggered.

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Could you do arranged marriage with yoongi, prompt 68, and a happy ending🥺

I hope this is okay!

<Fire & Ice>

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of cheating, slightly suggestive, mentions of being drunk

#68 “Seems like you have to sleep here tonight”

When you first entered into an arranged marriage with Min Yoongi you did your best to try and make it work. Sure it wasn’t ideal and you would’ve rather fallen in love on your own terms but it was done and over with and you were determined to try your best and make things work.

The first time he broke you down though was on your wedding night. His parents had rented a large suit at the most luxurious hotel in the city so that the two of you wouldn’t have to travel far after the reception. You were nervous but hopeful and maybe even a little excited. You changed out of your big ball gown of a dress and were waiting on the bed for Yoongi. When the door finally swung open you perked up a little only to be shot down when he grabbed his clothes and told you he had booked his own room to sleep in and then left without sparing you a glance. You spent your wedding night cold and alone in a king size bed while your new husband was doing who knows what. A crack formed in your heart that night.

The next time he chipped away at that crack was a few months later. It was his birthday and you had spent the entire day cooking all of his favorite foods. It was a lot of work but you really wanted to impress him. He told you he’d be home at his normal time so the table was set and you had changed into a nice dress and had lit some candles. You waited and waited and thirty minutes late turned into two hours late turned into six hours late. Finally around 2am he came walking through the door completely ignoring you and all of the food that was now cold and ruined. After questioning him he let you know that his friends threw him a surprise party that you apparently had never been made aware of and he forgot to tell you he was going to be home late. He tried to apologize but you fought back tears as you shoved his present into his chest and stormed off to your bedroom. The crack in your heart grew quite a bit that night.

There were other things that chipped away at it here and there. Hurtful words and spiteful glares. The few times you would go out of your comfort zone and wear something to try and get his attention but he’d never do more than look in your direction before turning his attention elsewhere. There was the way he always introduced you simply by your name, never Mrs. Min or even My Wife. It made you feel like he didn’t want people to know.

There were moments of positivity though. The two of you talked a little bit. You both had a love for music which started many conversations. He sent you roses on your birthday. And you swore he showed the tiniest bit of jealousy when you ran into your physical trainer, Jungkook. You couldn’t quite make it out but you know you heard him mumble something about how he could have muscles like that if he really wanted to before telling you the car was ready even though it wasn’t and you two had to stand outside in the rain for an extra ten minutes. You got the feeling he just wanted to get you away from Jungkook.

One evening though, he finally shattered your heart beyond repair. Another night where he came home way later than he should have. You heard a loud crash in the living room followed by lots of giggles. You rush out there and found him stumbling around drunk out of his mind after having knocked over a vase. His two friends, Namjoon and Jimin, were off to the side not completely sober themselves but seemingly more coherent than your husband was.

Yoongi coming home drunk wasn’t anything knew or shocking. You were used to it by now. So you didn’t think twice when you went to help him up and get him in bed only to be stopped when you saw the large purple and red bruise on this neck. You threw his arm down like it had electrocuted you.

It had always been in the back of your mind that he was possibly cheating. You two had been together for many many months at this point never having done anything like that and it was starting to affect even you. You always pushed those thoughts away though but here was the evidence right in front of you.

Yoongi was too drunk to defend himself. Jimin and Namjoon begged you to listen to them as they could explain what happened but you didn’t care to hear it.

You stormed off back to your room leaving Yoongi passed out on the living room floor and his friends to sneak out knowing there was going to be a fight. That was the moment you fully closed yourself off from him and decided that you two were nothing more than business partners for photo-ops and charity events.

You spent the next year barely speaking or even seeing each other. The first couple weeks

Yoongi tried to explain what happened but you were having no part of it so eventually he gave up. You had bought your own apartment on the other side of the city and only interacted with him at events and family get togethers.

And then one day yours and his parents dropped a huge bombshell that you were not expecting. They wanted to know why the two of you had not produced an heir yet. You couldn’t help but laugh because the two of you were barely even on speaking term so how were you supposed to start a family. That opened up a whole bunch of questions from your families leading to them suggesting the two of you needed to spend time together to try and work on your relationship. It was non-negotiable and before you knew it plans were made and plane tickets were booked against your will.

And that’s how you found yourself alone with Yoongi in a snow covered cabin up in the mountains several hours away from your home.

“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.”, you spat after you found out it was a one bedroom home.

“Okay sleep outside in the snow then. I don’t really care Y/N.”, he mumbled walking out of the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes but had already accepted that you would be spending a sleepless few nights on the couch because you refused to give in.

After the long trip all you wanted was a hot shower and to get into your comfy pjs so that’s what you did. By the time you were finished the cabin was filled with a heavenly aroma and you found Yoongi in the kitchen. There were two plates of food sitting on the counter. He had made your favorite. When he noticed you he gently slid one over in your direction and for the first time since the beginning of your marriage you felt something other than disdain for him. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Are you trying to poison me?”, you questioned.

“Eat it or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.”

You felt a little bit of guilt watching him grab his plate and sulk over to the table. Quietly you took the second plate and joined him. You both sat in silence with him scrolling on his phone and you just staring at the snow falling outside the window. It seemed like a blizzard was forming as the snow fall had picked up quite a lot since you arrived.

“It’s snowing quite a bit. I hope we don’t loose power.”, you whispered while somewhat trying to gage his reaction to you speaking to him.

He nodded, “yeah I hope not.”

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you the lights flickered once…twice…and then the entire cabin went dark.

“You have to be kidding me.”, Yoongi grumbled before getting up to look for the fuse box.

While he was gone you got a notification from the rental company letting you know there was a power outage in the area due to the snow storm and the current time estimate for it to be fixed was at least 48 hours.

When Yoongi returned you showed him the text which only soured his mood more. He walked into the bedroom and returned a few minutes later bundled up in several layers.

“Where are you going?”, you asked concerned.

“Well without electricity we won’t have any heat. I saw an ax on porch. I’m gonna go chop some wood so that we can build a fire to keep warm.”

“Okay let me get dressed and I’ll come help you.”, you said already walking towards the bedroom. He stopped you furiously shaking his head, “No absolutely not.”

You felt a little hurt that he was so adamant against you going with him but you also knew you couldn’t really blame him either so you stopped your movements as he asked.

He must’ve noticed your reaction because he cleared his throat, “It’s cold and dangerous out there. Just stay in here and enjoy the warmth before it’s gone. I shouldn’t be long.”

You nodded and watched as he closed the door behind him.

You had gotten all the dishes cleaned up and were waiting around for Yoongi. He had been gone quite a while and you were starting to get worried. So you decided to get dressed and were about to head out when he came walking him struggling to get the door to close behind him thanks to the wind. His cheeks were flushed bright red from the cold as he dropped several logs of wood into the fireplace. Within a few minutes he had a fire going that slowly filled the room with much needed warmth.

The two of you sat on the couch in silence just watching the flames move and listing to the crackling of the fire.

After some time Yoongi left and returned with several pillows and blankets. He started laying them out in front of the fire place.

“Seems like you’ll have to sleep here.”, he said looking at you, “We’ll both have to sleep here.”

Your first instinct was to argue against it but then you felt a chill down your spine and you knew you would never make it through the night in the bedroom. So you nodded and joined him underneath your own blanket while he had his and you still made sure there was a considerable distance between the two of you.

The soft glow and the sounds provided by the fire were comforting and you could feel yourself slipping off to sleep fairly quickly until you heard Yoongi shift beside you for probably the hundredth time.

“Yoongi are you okay?”, you asked half concerned half annoyed.

“Yeah sorry. It’s just still so cold it’s hard to get comfy.”

You thought for a moment before taking a deep breath, “D-Do you want to get under the same blanket? We can use our combined body heat to keep warm.”

He became so quiet and still you almost felt embarrassed for even asking until he nodded and lifted up his blanket to give you space to get underneath it.

There was an immediate increase in warmth but you thought it was probably thanks to your body’s rising temperature from being so close to Yoongi.

The room returned to a noticeable silence until it was Yoongi who cleared his throat, “Y/N can I tell you something?”

“Mmhm.”, you nodded.

He took a deep breath, “I’ve never cheated on you.”

You were surprised he was bringing this up so nonchalantly and out of nowhere.

He continued, “That night…That night when I came home drunk and I had that bruise it wasn’t what you think. I was out having some drinks and there was this guy. He came up to me and was talking all this shit about me and my family and stuff. I tried to ignore him. But then…then he called you a gold digging whore and he said he’d take you off my hands for $5 because that’s all you were worth. I got pissed that he was talking about you like that and punched him and then there was a fight and I got hit with something. Maybe a glass or something. I don’t even know what it was but that’s where the bruise came from.”, he stayed silent for another moment, “I know I wasn’t the best husband from the start but I would never and have never been unfaithful to you.”

His words replayed over and over in your mind.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was angry and hurt that I wasn’t given a choice in this whole situation but you were the last person I should’ve taken it out on.”, he sighed before continuing, “I just wanted to put that out there. It’s bothered me for a long time and I figured since there’s nothing else to do right now I could take the time to finally say it.”

Your heart was racing as you fidgeted with your sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry too. I should have at least let you explain yourself before completely shutting you out.”, you whispered feeling a little bit guilty, “I just wanted you to give me…to give us a chance and I was hurt that you wouldn’t.”

The room fell into another silence other than the crackling of the fire but this time it was a little less tense.

“M-maybe we should start over. I promise I can be a good husband.”, Yoongi said after a while.

“You did build us a pretty nice fire so that’s pretty good husband stuff.”, you replied trying to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled, “Yeah that’s just the beginning of the things I can do for you.”

You smiled, “Okay let’s start from the beginning.“

He nodded before searching for your hand underneath the blanket. When he finally found it you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he asked.

“I mean yes but I don’t think we need to start over that far back.”, you giggled as he squeezed your had.

“Yeah how far back should we go?”, he questioned.

You bit your lip debating your next move, “Well how about our wedding night?”

Yoongi chuckled before pulling you into a kiss, “Yeah I think that’s a good place to start.”

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Can I have number 9 with Satori, is sooo sexy and funny. Thank you! 😘

Welcome back darling!

"Are your legs Christmas presents because I want to open them."

warnings: slight temperature play

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Snow pounds the window while the heavy winter wind howls like an aging ghost outside. Thankful you're not required to do anything on this cold day, you snuggle further into your blanket cocoon. You're wearing your favorite footie pajamas, and the sofa is so soft and welcoming as you turn on your favorite drama TV show.

You're enjoying the peace and quiet when the front door is opened, letting in a gust of chilly air. You hiss and glare at the intrusion, watching Gojo slam the door as he enters. His jacket and hair is covered in snow. He hangs up his outerwear then turns towards the living room. His smile is wide as he sees you so snug on the sofa.

"Babyyyy..." He drawls as he makes his way over to you. " I thought you'd have alrady gone to bed."

You immediately tighten your grip on the blanket, watching him warily as he comes to sit by your feet. "I thought you'd be gone for a few hours."

"I finished early. And now I get to spend time with you my little marshmallow."

"Marshmallow?" You ask, only slightly amused.

"What else would I call you when you're all squishy and bundled up like this? You're probably very warm now too..."

Sensing his tone, you firmly tuck the edges of the blanket underneath you and give Satoru a light kick with your foot. "Don't even think about it."

"Oh c'mon now. Is this how you treat your boyfriend who just got in from the cold? A little bit of heat won't kill you." Gojo starts fiddling with the ends of the blanket trying to find an opening and you resolutely remain tucked in, doing your best to avoid him finding an access point.

"Such a cruel woman. I just want to get warm." Gojo grins then suddenly puts his cold hands into the crook of your neck. You shriek at the chill, wriggling madly on the sofa as Gojo laughs.

"I'm not the cruel one! What kind of boyfriend would torture his adorable girlfriend who's all snug and warm in her blanket with his cold-ass hands?"

Both of you struggle for a bit before Gojo manages to unwrap your cocoon, smirking in triumph as he throws it on the floor. You feel the chill instantly and start resisting Gojo's attempts, purely out of irritiation. As you firmly hold his hands to stop them from touching any other part of your warm body, you see the way Satoru's blue eyes suddenly soften, and where his gaze is starting to dip. You follow his look, then your ire vanishes, replaced with a blush.

Satoru's large hands run up and down the sides of your legs, stroking them through your reinder covered footie pajamas. Admiringly, he squeezes your hips and you feel a rush of heat flood your lower belly.

"Are your legs Christmas presents? Because I want to open them." He asks before spreading them apart. Even fully clothed, you sense the changes in your body and all of a sudden, the room feels too hot. Satoru fiddles with the zipper of your pajamas near your neck and starts to pull it down, watching your face for signs of protest but none come. Air hits your bare chest and your nipples perk up as the zipper whines on it's way towards your navel.

Gojo leans down and you open your lips to capture his. His mouth still carried a hint of the chill from outside and your tongue softly laves his, bringing warmth back into his cold body. He sighs as he feels the drop in your defenses, before pulling apart the sides of the pajamas to cradle your breasts.

Your nipples harden under the delicate cold of his palms, a quiet moan escaping you before he breaks the kiss. He licks his thumbs before putting them back on your hardened peaks, running light circles over them, earning a hum of approval from you. You cup his cheek, warming him, then run your nails through his scalp, leaving a slight tingle behind as you do so.

Satoru responds by dipping down and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. Breathy gasps escape your lips as you feel wetness gathering in your core, feel the way your cit starts to ache within its confines.

His hands start to push the pajamas off your shoulders, trailing kisses on your collarbone as he does so. You raise your bottom off the sofa slightly as the clothing bunches around your hips, helping him in his efforts and you lie back on the sofa, bare except for your underwear.

Satoru wastes no time in removing those either, and when your pussy is finally free, he runs a long finger along your glistening slit, making you mewl and arch your hips. Gathering slick from your clenching hole, he rubs your clit with exactly the right pressure that makes your eyes flutter closed and your moans turn into keening little whines as he stimulates you to the peak.

You call his name, body setting up a rhythm to his touch as he continues his actions, slow and steady, holding your hand as his eyes intently watch your face. Under his gaze, you fall apart, the orgasm pulsing hotly through your system as you writhe under him. Your cunt and clit clench and release in a pleasurable rhythmic spasm as you ride through the waves.

Your eyes crack open as you hear the clink of a belt buckle being undone, then watch Satoru pull down his pants and underwear, releasing his long cock. You gaze up at him as he parts your legs further before sinking into your warm heat with a groan.

"Best gift I've ever opened."

[rodolfoparras]

due to again retail busy and I forgot how dumb and infuriating people can be and I have a fucking short fuse of an anger— have this before the smut for build up sugar cube :) again, merry Christmas to everyone here, I hope y'all are having a much better day, just wanna know how actually I'm proud to see the anons here saying great things they have achieved, including you Alec because moving into a new house especially where you feel like now you don't have to restrain from anything is a great feeling I can understand and I hope your staying safe out there (quite literally)

It started off as a joke. Really.

You stayed behind with some rookies after training them, a lot of them have questions from diet advice or their perks and Price was there due to needing to ask you for that report you were meant to write on his last mission.

Sure, kids are young, they'll let their mouth fly pass like a damn wind. Price understands that, but—

"Colonel, look at this reel, it's so funny." It was a video of a hairy male who at first mouthing lyrics to a rather ludicrous song about nasty acts, to when it suddenly transitioned to him wearing a bra that somehow perfectly cups his chest to look like a woman's.

The other, more sensible recruit of course elbowed his friend for showing this kind of thing to you, their superior— but Price didn't miss that subtle smirk you had and once glance towards him and his chest. To which that leads to here. Price still checking himself up in front of the mirror, after that day he impulsively bought a pair of blue sets of panties and bralette.

Insecurities makes him feel funny in this, even humiliated— sure, he could have read the room wrong, and god knows where'd his career he if it's true but... this could be a perfect chance for him to gain your attention, not as superior to subordinate, but with lust. He had fantasized too much on how your rough hands would feel like, that's for sure.

Price puts on his military suit again, the feeling of cotton material rubs against the thin lacy undergarments just puts a reminder on what he's doing— he needs to play his card right and maybe... *he'll get more than he bargaining.*

With that, Price knocks on the door of your office, taking a deep breath before straightening himself. In the back of his mind, doubts and doubts flood in— but the feeling of silk rubbing against his chest and the fullness of the plug nestled between his ass is enough to make him stay put and stand tall.

A low grumble was heard before the door swung open. You were there behind him, in your military suit as usual, looking down at him with an expectant look "Price, what is it?" You asked.

Price takes a gulp at the sight of you then, fuck he wants you. "Colonel, can I talk to you in private?" You nodded at that, letting him in and you closes the door behind him. "What is it?"

"Can you lock the door? Make sure no one's around?"

'I guess it's that confidential of a detail for a mission.' Is what you thought as you take a glance around before locking the door, hearing something shuffling and rustling behind you. "Price, is something the matter—" You didn't even get to finish your sentence as you were met with a sight of Price hurriedly stop undressing his military suit, revealing a skimpy lace bralette underneath, chest hair protrudes the cloth.

"I— was gonna say don't turn around.. yet."

Jesus Christ. You didn't know how long you were standing there, Price's hand still frozen by his belt before he looked down to see a dark stain in front of your straining bulge that look like it hurt. Oh. Did you just came, by just looking at him like this? He didn't know it'd work this well, or is it because it's him?

"Colonel?" "Ye— fuck, yeah?"

"Don't you wanna have a closer look?"

Let's just say, his confidence went racking up ever since that day and how others notice how often Price came by your office, often coming out with a satisfied look, and a limping legs.

Perhaps a hint of lace if you squint your eyes at the opened button on his chest.

🪂

AWOOOOOO AWEOOOOO AWEOOOO WEEPOOOOO IM GOONG YO LISE MU MIND IM GOING TO OOSE MY DAMN MIND LET ME ON LET ME IN LET MEN I RN

[grandlinedreams]

absolutely love your writing 😭 you write law so in character its so good. i want to see laws reaction to reader accidentally (or not) discovering his nerdy sora comics collection. ty 💛

Hi!! Thank-you so much, that's an honor 🥺 I'm a lil obsessed w him istg (more than a little but anyways) here you go, I hope you enjoy it!!

You're acting weird. To be fair though, in a crew as diverse as the Heart Pirates, "weird" is a subjective thing and depends on who Law is meaning.

You're acting weird for you. There's an odd jumpiness to you now, specifically whenever Law is involved ㅡ and he wonders if he's done something wrong.

Your relationship is still fairly new to you both, still trying to find the perfect balance between professionalism and something softer and more intimate.

Law mentally filters through your interactions (both as crewmates and not) and when he comes up with nothing, he decides to ask you.

"Have I done something to upset you? I'd like to know so I can fix it." He watches confusion flicker across your face, then guilt.

"No, you didn't do anything." You bite your lip, a habit he's been trying to break you of. Instinctively, he reaches to press his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it free of the worried knead of your teeth. "Promise you won't be mad?"

Now it's Law's turn to be confused. "It depends on what you did," he answers honestly and immediately kicks himself for the way you shrink back. "As long as it has nothing to do with the integrity the Polar Tang and you haven't sold us out to the Marines, it can't be that bad."

That at least gets a ghost of a smile from you. "As if I'd ever do either of those," you tell him, a hint of pride in your voice. The Polar Tang is your home, and the Heart Pirates are your family.

"Continue," he prods gently, and the nervousness returns to your expression. He gives you a moment, watches as you steel yourself before you blurt in a tumbled rush of words,

"I maybe sort of accidentally found your Sora Warrior of the Sea comics."

It takes him a long moment to parse out what you've said, and you watch as his expression shifts to an unreadable one, brim of his hat shadowing his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," you say, feeling even worse than you have the last couple of days. "I didn't mean to, honest. Bepo needed a copy of a report from a few days ago and I thought I'd seen you put it in one of the drawers andㅡ" You halt, voice wavering. "I'm really sorry."

You mean it. He knows you do, knows you'd never breach his privacy without good reason ㅡ even as close as you are now, there are things he's not ready to talk about, or show.

In the grand scheme of things, the discovery of his carefully curated collection of beloved comics is not the end of the world. Hardly a punishable offense, even though you're clearly expecting him to be pissed.

"It's okay, [Name]." He watches as you visibly relax, though there's still a nervous edge to you. "I'm not upset, just...surprised."

"Understandable," you mumble. "For what it's worth, it's a nice collection. I wanted to get into it when I was younger, but I never got a chance to."

He perks up a little at that, latches onto the opportunity you've given him. "If you'd like," he says, "we can read them together. If you want, I mean."

Another little flake off that careful barrier he's built around himself, another soft spot exposed ㅡ trusting you not to abuse it. As if you ever would ㅡ his trust in you is one of your most teasured things.

"Law?" He looks at you, taking in that wonderful smile he'd do unspeakable things to protect. "I'd love that."

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

(slightly different to the one bed trope - you’re already in a sort of established relationship. And this is the very first time you’re sharing a bed as a couple). 

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: tell me what you think about adding in the character photos, do we like it or not?? Because I can’t decide...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

・You know his sly smile? Yeah... he did that ... a lot. 

・It wasn’t that he had somehow tricked you into staying over. No, no, if anything you imposed yourself onto him. 

・But his smug smile never left his lips, not for one goddamn second. 

・It made you weak at the knees, but your relationship had been built on this love/hate, back and forth, bantery thing. Where you sometimes pretend to ignore the others advances; but you both know you want each other so goddamn badly

・His sultry voice is like a siren’s song, you couldn’t help but go along with whatever he had to say. It was one of the things he loved to tease you about. Which drove you insane. 

・On certain days you’re able to ignore it, or give him a bit of his own medicine. But sometimes you just want so desperately to be near Loki

・There’s something about him that just makes you feel so many things at once. Annoyance, desire, anger, excitement. 

・For most people, it just stopped at annoyance and anger. But for you ... because Loki loved you, yes, loved you, he let you see a side to himself that no other ever had. 

・And when you said you were sleeping at his place because yours was compromised, he was elated. 

・Did he clean up his house, deep clean everything and change the bed sheets? Yes. 

・Surprise surprise, his bedroom was in black and green with hints of gold. His bed king size (obviously)

・By the time you got to Loki’s place it was dark outside, and he made you dinner. Trying your best not to scoff it down, you could feel the tension radiating off of him 

・Even though you weren’t tired, you followed Loki into the bedroom just because he wanted you to fall asleep beside him 

・As if he could tell you weren’t tired, he started to hum. A tune from his childhood that his mother would sing to him at night when he couldn’t sleep

・You rolled over onto his chest, your leg covering his. 

・The soft thump of his heartbeat made it so easy to relax. Loki’s hand slowly ran up and down your back, while the other held your own. 

・Loki is a night owl rather than a morning bird, so the next morning - he was very grumpy

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚

・So excited about it. She couldn’t wait to watch movies with you in bed, all cuddled up and cosy

・Wanda changed the sheets and pillow cases (even going out to buy new ones - in your favourite colour) and got a few extra pillows to make it cosier 

・Of course the majority of this was done using magic so it didn’t tire her out by the time you came over 

・Excited! Excited! Excited! 

・She wants to show you the room as soon as you walk in but doesn’t want to make a big deal of it at the same time?

・When you finally make it to the bedroom, you’re both a bit shy as to who slept on which side. 

     “On the count of three, we’ll say whichever side we want. Okay?” 

・You nodded and turns out you both wanted the other side. So it was easy sorted

・You both couldn’t stop talking, it was like a proper sleepover. And whenever you wanted a snack, Wanda would make it appear right before your eyes (perks of having a magical s/o)

・Her hands are constantly running through or over your hair

・Even though you’ve been in a relationship for a few months, she suddenly becomes very self-conscious and blushes at nearly everything you say 

・Likes when you initiate affection, especially hand holding or kissing

・The tv is on all night because you both fall asleep watching your favourite shows 

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

・Awkward about it!!!

・Hasn’t been able to sleep in a bed for a long time. Usually he lays in his loungeroom, on the floor, the wall against his back. 

・Since you came along, he’s been staying on the lounge, feeling a bit more at ease whenever you’re near 

・When it was the first time for a proper sleepover, Bucky was ... so ... unsure of what to do. 

・He didn’t know if you wanted to sleep on the left or right, so he said you can pick

・He was fine with whatever decision you made. Bucky just wanted you to be comfortable

・And because Bucky isn’t used to the company at his place - he usually just shows up at yours. Because there’s something about your place; it warms him, makes him feel bright

・So when you get into Bucky’s barely used bed, he took off his arm and felt ... so vulnerable 

     “Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered in the dark, almost knowing what Bucky was thinking. 

・You fall asleep facing each other, your hand on his cheek, and his on your waist. 

・You didn’t know how long it took for either of you to fall asleep. But for Bucky... it was very quick. Something that hadn’t happened in ... well, since the 1940s. 

𝐍𝐚𝐭

・Outwardly confident, inside she was so sensitive about this 

・It’s the vulnerability for her. She doesn’t let people get this close, and yet here you are. In her home, seeing the real Nat. 

・She honestly didn’t think your relationship would go this far. But somehow you got past her defenses. YOU made her feel safe. Which was a nice change - and something that didn’t happen very often

・She was always the person who saved others, who was the one to protect. And now, to feel protected, it was an amazing sensation. 

・But it did take a long time for her to let you into her home. And then sleepovers would happen but rarely. Now they became more frequent - but she always took the couch. 

・You never challenged her on it, knowing that it was a big move to sleep in the same bed as someone. 

・Because as she explained before, she would have one night stands; but never at her place. 

・It would be a breach of security and put the other person at risk

・But having you here meant you had great power yourself, and no one wanted to fuck with you 

・So, finally. After all this time, she agreed to let you into her room, into her bed. Nothing sexual, only to sleep. 

・You let her make the moves, because you didn’t want to push her in any way possible. 

・But she led you upstairs and opened the door to a simple yet stylish room. A mixture of deep colours; maroon, emerald, deep blue. It had a royal essence to it. 

・And you walked in, admiring everything. Because a person’s room shows a person’s soul. 

・For a moment she just stood in the doorway, just admiring you. Nat was so overwhelmed with love

・When you were both ready for bed she turned off all the lights and got into bed

・You were automatically the big spoon

・Wrapping your arms around her, she let herself be cuddled. Which was also very new. 

・Cuddling was something that was foreign to Nat. Not having it in her childhood, or teenage years ... or adulthood. 

・She felt both overwhelming happiness and sadness for her younger self. And for one moment, she shed a tear

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

・Very much the gentleman everyone thinks he is

・Even though you had been in a relationship, and for quite a while, it was the first time you guys were ready to share the bed (he wanted to take the relationship slow. He called it, ‘going steady’)

・Even after all this time together, he still insisited that he can sleep on the couch

   “Steve, we’re in a relationship. I think it’s okay if we sleep in the same bed.” 

“I just don’t want to make you feel pressured, or uncomfortable.” 

    “Do you think I would ever let someone make me feel pressured, or uncomfortable?” 

・One look at you - from anyone - and their answer would be a firm ‘no.’ There was a reason you were a high risk on every countries radar. 

・Who thought Steve liked the badass type?

・But when it came to him...well, Steve was your weak spot. 

・So, when you agreed to go steady, a lot of people were shocked. (Not Nat though, she knew you two were made for each other.) 

   “Okay, you got a point,” Steve replied, looking at you from across the couch. 

・Movie nights were a regular thing with you two. And this one was long awaited - you finally got to show him your favourite movie of all time. 

・When your eyes started to droop, and Steve couldn’t stop yawning, he took your hand and walked you to his bedroom. 

・It was immaculate. Everything was in its place, nothing was out of order, not even the pencils on his desk. He was the complete opposite to you. And yet, somehow you two worked. 

・After taking a shower (he let you go first and while he was in the bathroom, you couldn’t help but take a look around his room) 

・Steve came out with only a pair of pajama pants...no shirt. And you nearly gasped. Of course you had seen him without a shirt on plenty of times, but usually there was other people around 

・But now ... it was just you and him.

     “Ready to ... go to bed?” Steve said with a soft smile. 

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤

・A lot of ‘umming,’ and ‘ahhing,’ and moving things out of the way.

・He didn’t expect you to sleep over, but you were too tired to go home, so you asked if you could stay

・Frank was ecstatic, and offered to sleep on the couch (he just couldn’t wait to have someone else in the house. To make food for someone else; especially breakfast)

・You huffed a laugh and shook your head

   “Are we not ... you know ... together?” 

“Ha, yes, yes we are,” he replied gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

・He knew this moment had to come, but he just didn’t know when. Frank did want to take the relationship slow, and you both agreed to do just that. 

・So at four months in, you thought it would be okay to have your first ... sleepover 

   “Here,” Frank had disappeared from the loungeroom for a few minutes, and you were wondering where the hell he had gone. 

・But he came back with a shirt and a pair of pajama pants

・Your neck felt red as you realised they were his clothes, but your heart fluttered because...once again he was thinking about you. That’s all Frank seemed to do - was think about you and what you needed

・Once you were both ready for bed (brushing your teeth & having a shower etc)

・He walked you into his room, where he had already made it spotless and pulled back the covers; waiting for you. 

   “I wasn’t sure which side you wanted, hell you can sleep in the middle if you want,” he chuckled and gave you a half-smile

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

・100% more awkward than Bucky

・You know all about his background, Marc and Konshu. So you aren’t afraid or taken aback when you see the ring of sand around his bed

・Although he doesn’t need to tape the door shut anymore

・And he said that if he does leave, then he’ll leave a note

・You’ve slept over a few times, but he’s always taken the couch in the other room

・But you thought this would be another step in your relationship and he agreed (you’re really transparent with each other. If you’re not comfortable with something, said person feels safe to say what is on their heart)

・The way each of you acted was so sweet. 

・He was tentative, gentle, even asking if you need a cup of tea or a hot water bottle. He really sees you as the best thing in his life, and he treats you with so much love. 

・When you both got settled; the silence felt defening. 

・But when Steven went to talk, you shushed him.

      “It’s okay not to talk, don’t feel like you have to.” 

・He nodded and you could only see because of the light coming in from the windows

・You rolled over and backed against Steven. He turned and nuzzled into your back, wrapping his arms around you. 

・Within 10 minutes you were asleep and within 20 so was Steven. 

・And when he woke up the next day ... he was in the exact same position

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫

・It was you who wanted to take your relationship a bit slower - not wanting to be another person that Thor kept for a short period of time before he had other things to do 

・But your relationship started strong and remained strong; to the surprise of both Thor and yourself 

・He’s very proud to call you his. You’re a brilliant person, and he thinks that you make him better

・So, he’s very ... proud that he gets to sleep beside you. 

・ When you entered his chambers, he ran and jumped on the bed, beckoning you to do the same 

・It creaks and for a second you’re scared it was going to break

・It wouldn’t be the first time that Thor had broken something 

・TAKES UP THE MAJORITY OF THE BED

・Lays side by side with you, like an excited kid on his first sleepover

・Asks you all these random questions and you’re so taken aback but go along with it 

    “Do you ever think about your destiny and why you were put on earth?” “Have you farted in public and blamed it on someone else?” “How many books have you read?” 

・And ends up being a blanket stealer; not meaning to though, he just moves around a lot in his sleep. So, he gets tangled in the blankets. 

・SNORES SNORES SNORES. You ended up asking if he had a medical condition... 

・Wants to cuddle with you but the next morning you woke up unable to breath because Thor was completely on top of you 

・Thor falls asleep very easily, and it takes a lot for him to wake up. But he is an early bird, unless he’s been drinking 

[uno-san]

Informality (Reader-Insert Short)

You couldn't call what you two had a relationship. Not really. Stanford Pines was too busy with his mysterious work (That you pretend to not notice) to bother with any formal dating rituals. As for you, you simply weren't looking for anything long-term. Miraculously, these specific wants worked out great for you two.

As per the start of all your little meetings it had proved a brutal day of work at the Mystery Shack. Between angry customers and the flat out dumb ones, these were the days that tended to run you the most ragged. Yet instead of letting your frustrations pile up in the form of anger it was thanks to one knowing glance shared with a passing Stanford that you knew there were better places to put your frustrations.

The end of day came fast when you had the older man to look forward to. Plus the help of your coworkers, Soos and Wendy, the time it took to close up shop was far more streamlined than usual. Sure, the help of your boss would have been appreciated but you know the work you were paid for.

With a polite but dismissive goodbye to the other two you did your best to casually stroll back into the proper house portion of the Mystery Shack. Down the hallway where it lead into the living room you could see the faint blue light of the TV illuminating the darkened space. The tips of his shoes poked out as well. He was waiting. Dating or not, that did put a smile on your face.

Before making your appearance you tidied it up first. Running your fingers through your hair and smoothing out any wrinkles from the day out of your clothes; never the need to dress up but it sure as hell didn't hurt to look a smidge bit desirable. Though Stanford was hardly one to complain.

Taking a breath to steady your excitement you stepped into the cluttered living room, where your eyes met with Stanford's who sat on his normal chair. He had yet to dress down for the day. His jacket was left open while his shirt had a few buttons loose to show off just a peek of his graying chest hair; the gold chain adorning his neck glittered in the light. God, how could he make something tacky look so fucking hot?

Stanford was grinning towards you.

Shoot.

He'd caught you staring. His eyes were half-lidded and entirely focused on you. One hand propped his head up while the other began to pat his thighs, beckoning you closer. You complied without a word.

Before you settled onto his lap there was already laugher drumming in his chest, "Aw, tough day?" Stanford asked with a hint of mockery.

You rolled your eyes, "Oh, the toughest. Boss can be a real pain in my ass."

Stanford wriggled his brow at you, "Only if you let me tonight." His large hand wrapped around your thigh to carefully spin you around in his lap so you could be straddling him. Hardy any words were exchanged but you could have sworn you felt him perk up already.

The joke didn't get the laughter it deserved when instead your lips crashed into his. Not passionate but desperate to work out the frustrations of the day. That was the silent rule you two had established when you two had first began these casual 'meetings', to put it politely.

It was easy. Stanford didn't have to buy you flowers and you didn't have to pretend you found sports interesting. Win-win.

Stanford's hands snaked around towards the back of your body where they slipped just under your ass, a cheek in each of his palm that he used the new leverage to push your hips into his. Oh, he was definitely fired up to go. When you angled your hips just right to rub up against his growing tent you both made a noise of pleasure through your kiss. He groaned your name and you moaned his,

"Stanford..."

The kisses stopped. Your eyes were closed in anticipation of the barrage of hickeys to come to your neck but none came. Unsure if he was planning something underhand you peeped open an eye like a child trying to sneak a glimpse of a present. He was staring straight at you.

Ooookay?

His expression was undecipherable until he had caught wind of your confusion and it was replaced by a nervous grin. Promptly Stanford's hands were removed from your butt to instead rest on your thighs. You raised an eyebrow at this.

"Wooah, there. Full name? Thought we were keeping things casual, toots!" Stanford said with a short and almost forced laugh, "Told ya you didn't need to be formal with me. Stan is fine."

There was a grin on your face as you took this chance to play with his chest hair, "I didn't call you by your social security number or anything! Just thought that, dunno, it might be sexy to moan out your actual name," You then press a kiss to his jawline and breathily whispered, "Staaaaanford. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?"

His grip tightened on your waist. That made you smile. When he was silent you horribly misread the meaning behind it.

"Aw, didn't realize it'd get you all flustered. Is that why you don't want me calling you Stanford, because it'll make you freeze up all cute like that-"

"I said to call me Stan," He snapped back in a way that made you flinch.

Abruptly Stanford rose from the longue chair, taking you with him with a firm grasp around you. Letting out a squeal as this usually meant you were about to be pinned against a wall your feet instead were planted back on the ground. His hands didn't release you until he knew you were standing on your own accord.

When Stanford stood back to his full height he still had yet to say anything to your growing confusion. The nervousness from before was gone, replaced by...Anger? Grief? Maybe even guilt. All you knew that in the light of the TV behind you his wrinkles somehow looked deeper set on his face in this moment. The horndog you were so used to had turned back to the 60-something year old man that he really was.

"Sorry about this, toots," The nickname felt forced in an attempt to sooth your growing anxieties, "Back is killing me after today and still gotta...run some errands."

You step forward with your brows furrowed in worry. No doubt your eyes looked pathetic with regret when Stan looked upset at himself, "No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was actually a sore spot, I-" You took a breath to steady yourself, "I was just trying to tease you, Stan. I really am sorry."

He planted his hands on your shoulders to give them a comforting squeeze, "No, no! Trust me, it was real hot hearing you say Stanford's name- MY FULL NAME. My name."

There was something distressing in how he phrased that. You couldn't be sure of what it was. Especially when Stan finally turned away from you to start doing back up the buttons on his shirt; a true signifier that the night of planned release was canceled.

The perks of not dating meant that you two didn't have to even think about the emotional baggage of the other. Just pump and dump to summarize the extent of your outside of work relationship. But that didn't mean you were indifferent towards the guy. You'd be a monster to ignore him in this strange phase, whether you called him by his full name or not.

You reached out to comfort Stan but he raised a hand to stop you, "I'm fine, I'm fine," Stan grumbled, "Just...you know your way out by now. I'll catch ya sometime before the Shack opens tomorrow."

You'd been dismissed.

Stan was still fixing up his shirt when he turned to head out; not upstairs where you knew his room to be but the hallway. The same one you had traversed that led to the Mystery Shack. Just has he passed the threshold he stopped. Staring out over his shoulder he gave you a softer look. In his gaze was an apology.

"I mean it, toots. I'll catch ya tomorrow, and..." Stan's eyes darted off to the side, "And you didn't do anything wrong. I just have some real...real important work to catch up on."

"Like a passion project?" You tried to humorously add.

"Something like that, sure."

Stan's tone didn't match. Conflicted, you stared behind him until his back disappeared fully into the unlit portions of the house. Somehow you felt a total stranger to the home now in spite of his assurances. With a small huff of annoyance towards yourself you decide to get going.

Whether what he said was true or not, Stanford Pines was in for a busy night.

[may-russell]

Just the two of us… 🎶☕️

You work at a coffee shop and once Hamzah notices you, he becomes a regular.

Word count: 2744 (sorry if it's too long)

!hamzah x fem reader.

Part 3/3:

You had spent a few days texting and facetiming just to get to know each other a bit more.

Every new thing Hamzah learned about you, was just another reason why he liked you. It was scary, he was experiencing so many feelings in such a short amount of time. It was the first time someone had swept him off his feet, but you brought him so much peace that focusing on anything other than the way his chest felt everytime he thought about you was pointless. Time was relative.

On Thursday, as you were finishing a long day at work, your phone rang. It was Hamzah. His voice alone was enough to calm you.

"Hey y/n, how was work?" he asked.

"Hi... ugh, it was rough. I'm exhausted, but it was good. I like staying busy, you know? I never run out of things to do."

"Haha, I don't know how you do it, but I'm glad you enjoy your job. You should get some rest though; you'll need it for tomorrow..."

You could hear the smile in his voice, hinting that he had something planned.

"Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?"

"...Our big date!! If you're free... Are you free for dinner tomorrow? I found this place I think you'd really like."

Your heart started racing. It was finally happening. Initially, you had doubts, but Hamzah had given you the time and space to get to know him, and you appreciated that. He was patient and understanding, passionate about his job, and struck a perfect balance between fun and serious. Though you hadn't known each other for long, you trusted him enough to say yes.

"Yeah," you said with a big smile—the same one he always complimented you on. You had once confided in him about your insecurity growing up, and he had made it a point to always appreciate it. "Where are we going?"

"Well, you're always talking about jazz, so I asked around and found this 'invitation-only jazz club'... and I managed to get us invites!"

"Oh... Wow! I see being an influencer has its perks. I've always wanted to go to a place like that."

"Haha, I knew you'd like it. Meet you at 7?"

"You know me well. Yeah, text me the address and I'll meet you there."

"Great. See you tomorrow then."

"See ya!"

The date was set.

Saying you were excited was an understatement; you had always dreamed of meeting someone who wasn't afraid to show genuine interest in you, someone who listened and cared deeply about your feelings. It felt surreal. Sometimes, you thought about the "random" ways the universe worked—what were the chances of Hamzah walking into THAT coffee shop on THAT particular day and time? If not for that serendipitous moment, your paths might never have crossed, and your life wouldn't be this nice.

As soon as you got home, you couldn't wait to share the news with Anna, your roommate and best friend. Her eyes lit up with happiness for you. “It’s good seeing you like this y/n, it was time you finally met a nice guy,” You could see it in her eyes, she meant that. “Do you know what you’re wearing yet?. “I have a few ideas” You said.

The excitement was mutual, as soon as you hung up Hamzah texted Martin. “GUESS WHO HAS A DATE TOMORROW!!!!” He had gotten a haircut the day before to make sure it looked nice by Friday, and already had an outfit in mind, he had planned on picking you up with some flowers, him walking up to your door and surprising you with them, giving you a big hug and smelling your perfume. But you told him you’d meet him there instead, so he had to come up with a new plan to fantasize about.  

FRIDAY

The time leading to the date seemed like an eternity, work was slower than usual, everything was quiet, except for the incessant ticking of the big clock on the cold, white wall in front of you. Across the room, your coworker in her fifties, mindlessly scrolling on facebook on her phone, the screen glaring brightly as she burst into laughter at every funny post. You and Anna had joked about her contagious, "funnier-than-the-joke" laugh just last night.

Hamzah would text you every once in a while throughout the day, and you’d reply trying not to show your excitement, but you were giggling all day long, your mind kept drifting away from your tasks to the infinite possibilities of what could happen tonight, what he’d wear, how he’d react to what you’d be wearing, would the food be good? Would you guys dance? Or just talk and enjoy the music in the background. You kept trying not to get your hopes too high up, in case anything went wrong, what if he canceled last minute?What if–Stop overthinking- You told yourself, -Let’s find something else to do instead-. Hamzah had awaken a lot of feelings within you, most of them sweet and cheesy, but you had found yourself feeling more self-conscious than usual at times, not because of him. First dates are always nerve wracking.

Finally, the workday came to an end. You packed up your things, said your goodbyes, and headed out to the parking lot. Unlocking your car, you climbed in and took a deep breath. As you turn the engine on, you noticed a weird sound, but chose to ignore it. The drive home was filled with a mix of nervous excitement and cautious optimism.

Arriving at your apartment, you hurried inside. You kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the kitchen, were Anna was already heating up lunch for the two of you, she gets off work earlier than you, and she loves cooking, something you were very grateful for. As you both ate your meals, you checked your phone again—another text from Hamzah.

"Hey, are you getting excited? I can't wait to see you tonight 😊"

You smiled at his message, feeling a rush of warmth. Quickly composing yourself, you replied, "Definitely excited! Looking forward to it 😄"

Anna noticed your distracted state and teased, "Someone's got a big date tonight, huh?"

You chuckled nervously. "Yeah, it's just... I really hope it goes well."

Anna grinned knowingly. "It will. Hamzah seems like a great guy. Relax and enjoy yourself."

Over lunch, you shared the latest updates with Anna, including Hamzah's thoughtful messages throughout the day. After eating, you took an “everything shower” and went to your room to decide on an outfit for the evening.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of multiple outfit changes and fleeting thoughts about the evening ahead. After a few moments of deliberation, you settled on a black backless dress, heels and you hair in a messy but stylish bun.

With a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and phone, checking for any last-minute messages. There it was—a text from Hamzah.

"Heyy, I'm almost there! Can't wait to see you. I'll be by the entrance."

Your heart skipped a beat as you read his message. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you replied, "On my way! See you soon 😊"

You headed out the door, the cool evening air adding to the anticipation building within you. As you got into you car, you could feel something was off, you tried to turn it on but it wasn’t working –Shit.- You quickly grabbed your phone again and ordered an uber, luckily there was one just a couple blocks away from you.

After a few minutes, you were finally there. You got off the car, spotting Hamzah waiting just as he described, wearing the cutest glasses, your nerves eased. His smile widened as he saw you approaching, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey," he greeted warmly, reaching out to give you a gentle hug. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a flush of happiness. "So do you."

“I wanted to get you an actual bouquet,” He says, revealing a red rose he was hiding behind his back. “But I thought it would get in the way when we started dancing. I’ll get you one for next time though.”

“We’re dancing?!” You said with a huuuugeee smile, “God I love your smile-OF COURSE we’re dancing! I didn’t look up ‘How to dance to jazz tutorials’ for nothing”.

“Thanks, really” It’s all you managed to say, staring into his eyes, the night had just started and it was already everything you’d dream of. “Come on, let’s go inside” He said as he wraped his arm around you and led you in.

As you entered the jazz club together, the soft strains of music enveloped you. The ambiance was cozy, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the intimate tables. Hamzah led you to a table near the stage, where you settled in comfortably. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of good food and the gentle hum of conversations.

The evening unfolded beautifully as you and Hamzah delved into meaningful conversations, sharing stories and discovering mutual interests. You told him about you car breaking down and he offered you a ride back home. He was attentive and sweet, making you feel at ease with his genuine charm and personality.

Dinner arrived—a delicious spread of gourmet dishes that delighted your taste buds. Between bites and sips of wine, laughter bubbled up naturally between you, punctuated by moments of shared glances, soft innocent touches and smiles that spoke volumes.

As the music shifted to a soulful jazz melody, ‘Just the Two of Us’ ;) Hamzah stood up, extending his hand to you with a playful grin. "Care for a dance?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his invitation. You placed your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch as he led you to the small dance floor beside the stage. In the soft glow of the club lights, you swayed together to the rhythm of the music, feeling the subtle electricity between you.

For a few blissful moments, the world outside faded away as you immersed yourself in the magic of the night. Hamzah's movements were graceful yet assured, his hand on your waist guiding you across the floor. Your hand in his and your foreheads touching. You couldn't help but admire how his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness, mirroring your own.

As you moved together in sync with the music, the distance between you seemed to dissolve. Each step was a testament to the growing bond between you, a silent promise of more moments like this to come. The rhythm of the jazz, the soft glow of the club lights, and the subtle scent of his cologne enveloped you in a cocoon of intimacy.

In the quiet pauses between songs, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're an amazing dancer," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased softly, the playful banter adding to the lightness of the occasion.

As the music continued, you found yourself lost in the dance, savoring each fleeting second as if trying to capture the essence of this perfect evening. The world outside seemed distant and insignificant compared to the connection you shared in that moment.

Eventually, the song ended, as you returned to your table, hand in hand, the evening continued with a renewed sense of closeness and connection. The jazz club buzzed with life around you, yet it felt like the two of you were in your own little world, cocooned in the warmth of newfound companionship.

As the night came to an end, and the jazz club began to empty, y/n and Hamzah stepped out into the crisp night air, their breath visible in the glow of city lights. The date had been enchanting, filled with laughter, shared stories, and a dance that seemed to suspend time itself.

As they walked towards Hamzah's car, y/n's thoughts flickered back to the Uber ride that had brought her here. She had enjoyed the evening and was grateful for Hamzah's company. The offer of a ride home from him now felt like a continuation of his thoughtfulness.

Reaching the car, Hamzah unlocked the door and held it open for y/n with a gallant gesture. She smiled appreciatively, settling into the passenger seat. The warmth of the car enveloped them both as Hamzah started the engine, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"I hope you enjoyed tonight," Hamzah said, glancing over at y/n with a gentle smile.

"I did," y/n replied softly, her gaze meeting his. "Thank you for inviting me and for the ride home."

"My pleasure," Hamzah replied warmly, his eyes reflecting the streetlights as they drove through the quiet night. "I'm glad we had this time together."

As they navigated through the familiar streets towards y/n's apartment, conversation flowed between them. They discussed their favorite jazz tunes from the night, shared funny anecdotes, and delved into deeper topics that revealed more about their passions and dreams.

The drive seemed to pass in a blur, the connection between y/n and Hamzah growing stronger with each passing minute. By the time they arrived at y/n's apartment building, she couldn't help but feel a sense of reluctance to say goodbye.

"Here we are," he said softly, pulling up to the curb outside y/n's building. He turned off the engine and turned to face her, his expression earnest. Hamzah hesitated for a moment, stepping out, he hurried around to y/n's side and opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her out. She accepted, feeling a flutter of warmth at his gesture.

"Thank you," y/n said softly as she stood beside him, their eyes meeting in the dim glow of the streetlights.

"You're welcome," Hamzah replied, his voice gentle. "Let me walk you to your door."

Together, they walked towards the entrance of the apartment building, the night air cool around them. The silence between them now felt comfortable, filled with a shared understanding and the promise of more to come.

As they reached y/n's door, she turned to face Hamzah with a smile. Him looking at her as if contemplating his next words. "Thank you again for tonight. I really enjoyed your company."

"Me too," y/n replied sincerely, moving closer to him, a warm smile gracing her lips. "I had a great time."

"Would you like to do this again sometime?” He said, his hand gracing hers.

Y/n felt a rush of excitement at his suggestion. "I would love that," she answered.

"Great," Hamzah said with a smile, relief evident in his voice.

Their closeness drew them together naturally, and suddenly, y/n found herself wrapped in Hamzah's embrace. Her arms were around his neck, fingers gently caressing the curls at the back of his head. His arms encircled her waist, drawing her in as she rested her head against his chest. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them both, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they had forged over the course of the evening.

“Y/n?” Hamzah murmured softly.

“Yeah?” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Can I kiss you?”

Their hearts raced in unison, the anticipation palpable between them. Y/n lifted her head, meeting Hamzah's gaze with unwavering certainty. Their noses brushed against each other's, their breath mingling in the quiet space between them. And then, without hesitation, Hamzah closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment, the world outside fading away. The kiss was gentle yet filled with passion, a culmination of the emotions they had both been feeling throughout the night.

As they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting together, y/n couldn't help but smile. It felt right, being in Hamzah's arms, their hearts beating as one.

Hamzah brushed a strand of hair away from y/n's face, his touch tender. “I'm glad I met you, y/n.”

"Me too," y/n replied softly, her fingers tracing the line of Hamzah's jaw. "I'm really glad."

They stood there for a moment longer, savoring the closeness and the newfound connection between them. In that quiet moment, they both knew that tonight had been more than just a date—it had been the beginning of something beautiful.

Thank you for reading!! This was so much fun.

[f0rlornmyths]

TITLE:  PICTURESQUE 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: You always want far too much. Warnings: Problematic work relationships, age gap (Javi is in his 40s, reader is an entry level journalist do with that what you will.), slow burn I'm sorry guys, uhhh Javi is a little touchy for nooo reason in this. yeah! idk

Wordcount: 2.5k

AO3: Here

AN: This is my first fic in a very very very long time, and my first reader fic in general, this is just for fun really idk? but thank you my lovely and dear friend @netherfeildren​ for pushing me to write this!

CHAPTER ONE MONDAY

You should have left earlier, today of all days, you should have known better. Tucked in a mess of limbs and briefcases in the elevator, the morning rush at Spring Street was in full force. Since starting at the LA Times, you have done your best to avoid the stampede of worn-out reporters, slimy business executives, and overworked secretaries as they made their way up the Kaufmann Building, but it seemed as though your alarm clock had other plans for you.

But nonetheless, you must adapt despite the way your stomach twists in anxiety as your eyes drop to the sleek watch on your wrist, there was still time.  The elevator door dings and a shuffle of bodies reorganizes themselves as people begin to leave the compartment. You step back to allow a woman to make her way out when you’re pushed right onto the man standing behind you, a soft noise of surprise leaving your lips as the smell of cigarettes and a hint of ink waft into your nose.  

Your cheeks flush — already too embarrassed to take a look back, but you can feel the warmth of his chest pushing against your shoulders and a firm hand touching the back of your waist as if to settle you. He lets out what you assume to be an amused chuckle, the sound dragging a small burst of heat from within you. There’s a warm, underlying musk, an almost earthy scent to him that you’re sure will linger, just as the feeling of a firm chest will surely haunt you the rest of the day.

It felt nice — despite the mortification that threatened to seep out of you. 

“Careful now,” His voice is just as soothing as his laughter and your stomach continues to drop, your throat dry.  You allow yourself to lower your gaze down. His fingers are large —and his touch is almost anchoring, but despite the sense of stability and ease you feel at the moment, a slight annoyance begins to bubble up. It wasn’t the first time a man had used a clumsy misstep to touch you but before you could say anything, as quick as the hand appeared, he pulls away from you. There’s a heavy stare at the back of your exposed neck, and you wonder if he feels as unnerved by the encounter as you.

“Sorry.” You mutter, not bothering to turn back to meet his gaze before the elevator dings again, alerting your arrival to the third floor, you hastily step through the crowd, following the other reporters making their way into the newsroom. The man is of little importance to you, no not today you will not be distracted by the smell of cigarettes and the touch of a strong hand. 

You’re too preoccupied slipping out of the elevator even to acknowledge the man exiting soon after you. 

Despite what films and television shows the main newsroom tended to be rather quiet, only the rhythmic sounds of keyboard clicking filling the air and the tapping of kitten heels and dress shoes hitting the carpet floor as people hurried along to their next interview or to another department. 

You hurry along between the desks and cubicles, a set of directions scribbled on the small piece of paper given to you by the bored receptionist downstairs when you had received your new press badge, tucked into your palm. The newly minted investigation team was hidden in some small office space, near the back of the newsroom, nestled within the dark corner with several desks clustered within the space.

The room is empty beside a man leaning against one of the desks, fiddling with a camera. You perk up at the familiar face. Jared breaks into a grin as he spots you, pulling his attention away from the camera in his hand. “‘S not like you to be late.” He says, patting at the empty desk. “But our new editor isn’t here yet, so I guess you’re off the hook for now.”

You would never peg Jared as a friend, but you had both been in the same internship cohort — diversity hires some people had sneered. The lone girl in the program and Jared being the product of some G.I’s fling back in Korea didn’t make you two the most popular. A steady friendship had formed, sneaking each other granola bars and transcribing each other’s interviews if needed. But Jared had spent the last year in the Sports department — partying it up with Lakers and college football teams while you were stuck on the local education beat, sitting through endless board meetings, testy parents and the slow defunding of public schools.

Interesting enough, but not what you went into journalism for, the stary-eyed visions of backdoor meetings, government scandals, and secret code names still plagued your dreams. Oh, how All the President's Men seduced you into a life of all-nighters, stale coffee and the ever-moving rotation of condescending nicknames like sweetie, honey and baby from senior reporters. A thought passes your mind; you wonder how those pet names would sound coming from the man in the elevator, would it be said with a playful lift to it, would his voice deepen as he mouthed the syllabl—

An annoyed huff escapes your lips, as you plop down on the plastic chair, that irritating burst of heat furls tight in your chest. Heartburn surely. But the lingering trace of warmth remains, crawling up your spine, tells you differently. 

“Isn’t it our first meeting? How can our editor be late?” You question, eyes flickering to the large clock hung up on a nearby wall — you still held to your old college professors’ wisdom, a late journalist was a useless one, and there was no room for inefficiency.  And there was little room for failure for you, who already had to jump through more hoops, and navigate through thicker trees than the rest of the reporters. 

You always want far too much.

Jared shrugs, settling comfortably in his own seat, “From what I heard, Peña isn’t one to go by the books, but they created the investigation team under him for a reason.” And that’s true; you’ve heard whispered of your new editor, coming down from down south, he had quickly made a name for himself with exposing drug cartels, pissing off the higher ups and having little care of journalistic niceties. He rarely came into the newsroom, and all of your interviews for the investigation team went through the deputy editor, Steve Murphy.  

“It’s just not very professional.” You mumble as you begin to pull out your notebook from your bag.

—

There’s a shuffling of footsteps as the door opens, and a tall scarecrow of a man enters the room. “Mornin’ folks,” it only takes a moment for you to realize it’s Steve, who, despite looking like some all-American propaganda poster, was alright. For some hillbilly, at least that’s what your old editor used to whisper. “Seems like y’all made it in one piece, that’s good.”

The education and sports sections were settled on the same level, mind you, but any biting commentary is swallowed with a sweet smile instead. But your mind blanks as another set of footsteps follows Steve in. 

You let out a soft cough at the appearance, the folds of your collar feeling all too restricting, a ripple of nerves traveling up your spine. The smell of heady cologne and nicotine passes through and the memory of the firm hand and deep voice is vibrant enough that you quickly cross your ankles beneath your desk. 

It’s him, the man from the elevator. You chew the inside of your cheek, swallowing the burst of anxiety that threatens to escape your mouth.

A dark-haired man (older? early 40s maybe?), his wide shoulders covered in a white collared shirt (though, two buttons remain loose, showing far too much of his neck and chest) enters, his face emotionless but as his gaze catches yours, his lip twitches only for a moment from underneath his trimmed mustache. Before he turns, and you’re sure you’ll remember those eyes forever, seared in your mind like a scar. 

“You must be the new reporters.” He says with a wave of his hand, walking past your desk and towards the back of the room, leaning against his desk with an expression much more suited for some suave CIA agent than some overworked journalist. “Javier Peña, but just call me Javi, Javier, Peña, whatever, but none of that hierarchy stuff. That shit’s annoying.” 

And suddenly, the only thoughts filling your mind are if the cleaning crew would forgive you if you managed to throw up onto the tacky carpet beneath your heels.

——

One of the lapels of your collar was tucked underneath your blazer — Javier had noticed it in the elevator hours before, his fingers found themselves itching to pull it out was almost overwhelming. You hadn’t fixed it yet, too engrossed by whatever pitch you were cooking up on your computer, your lips pulled between your teeth as you worked. 

It wasn’t like him to be so distracted, well, during work hours, by a pretty face.

But the urge to pull the rumpled lapel from underneath your jacket was almost unbearable, and the empty state of the page in front of him was proof of it. 

You perk up, pushing your chair back abruptly you swiftly make your way out of their shared office space, and you turn your head back to the other new reporter, Josh? Jacob? Jared? You make a point not to make direct eye contact with him,  your eye line just shifting a bit above his head, and a part of him wants to grip your chin and force you to look into his eyes, a horrible and ridiculous side of him.

“I’m going down to records for a bit.” You sound almost excited, your foot bouncing as if you were some rabbit eager to run off before you became prey.  

Would you thrash in his hold? Would he have to keep a firm grasp on your waist just like in the el—

Stop it, is this what it’s come to? Leering over the reporters under his command, unable to look at a co-worker without thinking of how she would look buckling under his touch?  

Javier shuts his eyes in frustration — fingers rubbing the side of his temple, the room is silent outside of the clicking of typewriters and the faint sounds of your heels heading out the door. 

White heat rattles inside of Javier, and it almost burns like he is a hot air balloon, waiting to explode as he sinks further into his chair. The lingering scent of your presence is mostly a figment of his imagination — but even with his eyes closed, he can still see the nape of your neck, peeking out of your collar, the smooth skin beckoning him and the smell of your soap seeping from your skin. 

But Javier liked to think he had left these days behind him, too grizzled and experienced to be swayed by a random shot of attraction. That hadn’t come this far in his career by dumb luck, while some gossiped that he cared little for newsroom niceties and had inappropriate methods of retaining sources — but there was a reason why Crosby had chosen him of all people to lead the new investigation team. 

He knew who you were as soon as you stepped onto that elevator, the same coy smile and eager eyes that stared back at him in that photo in your file. He had read your articles, he knows you were dissatisfied with your former assignment, how you were practically the first one to run to transfer from your department. Your old editor, what was his name? King, Jameson, whatever it was had merely shrugged when Javier had mentioned wanting you on his team, “Don’t those young girls just come in to get married off anyways?” The memory alone causes Javier to feel a sharp pain of annoyance run up his temple, but was he any better?

No, not really — he’s always wanted too much.

“Gotta meet with Councilman Rodgers,” Javier mumbles — grabbing his notepad and shoving it into his back pocket, as he spared a glance at Murphy, who seemed all too interested in playing solitaire on his computer to pay him much mind. 

— 

The newsroom was almost empty when you returned back to the office; the records you were searching for earlier that day had been missing from the archives, leading you on a wild goose chase through city hall.

The moonlight shined through the office space, the little corner where your shared office was quiet, but the rippling smell of cigarette smoke signals that you are not alone. 

He’s there, sitting at his desk, surrounded by a haze of smoke and you breathe in careful streams of nicotine as you carefully shuffle into the room, eyes watching him. He’s unfairly pretty, with his brown curls and thick shoulders, long fingers cradling the cigarette as he reads through a manila folder.

“You could have gone straight home.” There’s something in his voice, reckless and unafraid. And that ball of heat returns in your stomach. 

Your eyes dart up — caught, and your tongue curls between your teeth, before your mind forces itself back to usefulness. “I had things to do still.”  Curt, professional, as it should be.

Javier is moving before you realize but you find yourself stepping back until your back hits the edge of your desk. You’re unsure of what you want to do, but the urge to quell this lull of desire is forefront in your mind, you want to yell — you want to stomp your feet to demand respect, to shed the embarrassment from your first meeting.

Want — you want — he’s so close, almost crowding you against your desk, his hand reaches out, covered with pen marks, nails cut neatly and as you watch him, his brown eyes shining with something you can’t place, desire? Annoyance? 

You shut your eyes, his large fingers moving towards your neck, his touch surprisingly gentle as he begins to trail down the side of your collarbone and leave a tingle of heat in its wake. “W-what are you doing?” You feel as though your heart is stuck in your ribcage, almost cringing at the timidness in your voice. 

He hums that same blasé tone again. He continued in his movements until his fingers reached the top of your collar, pulling out the lapel from underneath your blazer where it had hidden with a tenderness you did not expect.

Those brown eyes meet yours again; his lips twist into a satisfied grin as he smooths the piece of fabric underneath his touch. Your own fingers grip the wooden desk beneath you, and the breath you didn’t even know you were holding escapes your lips, confusion throbbing in your mind as you stare up at him.

“Be careful on your way out.” 

You can only watch as he walks away, the searing touch of his fingers still on your skin as you struggle to find your composure.

[galacticstationsblog]

A Playful Land book 3 rewrite with My ocs

Night had fully fallen over Playful Land, casting a soft, dreamlike glow across the park’s attractions. The group of NRC scholars stood in the quiet plaza, the gentle lighting from colorful lamp posts casting a warm glow on their tired, smiling faces. They looked worn out but content, basking in the thrill of a day spent exploring the park.

“Whew… What. A. Day!”Ace exclaimed, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders. His face was flushed with exhilaration and just a touch of exhaustion.

“I can’t believe it’s this dark already. We really played from sunup to sunset! The rollercoaster you mentioned, and that pool hall Ortho recommended—they were both super fun!” Kalim chimed in, eyes wide with lingering excitement as he recalled the day’s highlights.

Ortho nodded, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light as he shared his own favorite moments. “I was surprised at how fascinating the Seafloor Stroll was! It was also amazing riding the Ferris wheel with you and Yuki too!”

One by one, the group shared their joy, recounting favorite moments from the day. Even those who had initially been skeptical of the trip admitted they’d had a fantastic time. However, as the energy began to settle, a few students mentioned they were ready to head back, fatigue finally overtaking their excitement.

“Aww, are we leavin’ already? I wanted to play some more…” Grim whined, his ears drooping as his tail flicked in disappointment.

Ace shook his head, though he couldn’t help but grin at Grim’s enthusiasm. “I get it, but we REALLY gotta get back. If I’m not back at my dorm before lights-out, no amount of covering from Trey and Cater is gonna save me.” Despite his words, there was a lighthearted glint in his eye. Kneeling down, he gave Grim a reassuring smile. “If you haven’t had enough, we can always come back tomorrow.”

Grim’s face immediately brightened, his ears perking up as he grinned from ear to ear. “Ooh! I like the sound of that. I’m in!”

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Yuki murmured, a soft smile on their face.

“Right? We can just ask Fellow for more tickets, and… Uh… say, where is Fellow, anyway?” Ace asked, glancing around the now-empty plaza.

“I haven’t seen him since the show ended. How about the rest of you?” Ortho’s face held a slight frown as he scanned the area.

“Ditto. Haven’t seen him or Gidel,” Leona added, crossing his arms as he looked around with a slight hint of suspicion.

Lilia raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful. “It would be rude to leave without thanking Fellow for his generous hospitality. Let’s all look for him, shall we?”

The group began to disperse in search of the elusive fox-like man who had orchestrated their magical day. But as they spread out, Via quietly approached Yuki and Grim, tapping Yuki’s shoulder and Grim’s hat to catch their attention.

“Hey, before we look for Fellow, there’s something I want to show you two. It’s… work-related,” she said with a mysterious glint in her eye, gesturing to a nearby tent. Her tone was calm, but her choice of words made Yuki and Grim exchange a quick, knowing glance. “Work-related” was code for—possibly something linked to the strange occurrences they’d encountered in the past, or perhaps information that could unlock some secrets.

Grim, intrigued, bolted over to Via without a second thought, his excitement barely contained. Yuki hesitated, glancing at the others. But with a deep breath, they slipped away, joining Via and Grim as they entered the tent. besides They did promise to keep Via’s “other job” a secret, it's not like anything bad would happen if They separated from the group for a while.

Inside, the atmosphere was both whimsical and eerie. Colorful boxes stacked high around them, while puppets of all shapes and sizes seemed to stare down from every angle. Some puppets resemble humans, others animals, and a few even took on the forms of mythical creatures. They appeared frozen mid-performance, as though waiting for an unseen puppeteer to bring them to life. Grim’s curiosity got the better of him, and he hopped onto one of the boxes, pawing at the nearest puppet with wide eyes.

Yuki, however, noticed a box filled to the brim with tickets that looked identical to the ones they’d been given at the start of the day.

“Hey, those look like the tickets that Fellow guy gave us—the ones that gave us unlimited access to the park!” Grim peered over Yuki’s shoulder, his tone a mix of excitement and confusion.

“I thought Fellow said these were limited…” Yuki murmured, frowning as they rifled through the box. Each ticket was marked the same as theirs—unlimited access—but there wasn’t a single “regular” ticket among them.

“Is this what you wanted to show us, Via?” Grim asked, sounding slightly disappointed it wasn’t a discovery involving food. But when he received no response, he and Yuki turned to find Via peeking through a slit in the tent’s curtain, her expression serious and her gaze intense.

“What are you looking at—” Yuki began, but a sudden, loud noise cut them off, causing them to jump. The sound reverberated from outside the tent, sharp and metallic, like something heavy slamming into a wall. Grim’s fur puffed up as he clung to Yuki.

“MRAH?! WHAT WAS THAT?!?” he shrieked.

Heart racing, Yuki scooped Grim into their arms and hurried to Via’s side. Crouching down, they peered out of the tent, their eyes adjusting to the dimly lit scene outside.

At the entrance to the plaza, Jade and Lilia were furiously blasting spells at a massive metal door that had somehow appeared, blocking their exit. Heavy, intimidating locks and chains crisscrossed the doorway, sealing it shut. The locks glowed faintly, suggesting some sort of enchanted barrier.

Via’s eyes narrowed as she whispered to Yuki, her voice barely audible, “Looks like we might be staying longer than planned…”

…

As the enchanted blasts collided with the metal door, sparks erupted and the chains rattled violently, filling the air with sharp, metallic clangs that echoed through the quiet plaza. Ace stood a few paces back, watching in shock as Jade and Lilia took turns blasting the door without a hint of hesitation.

“Guys, come on! No need to go that far!” he shouted, his eyes wide as he watched another magical explosion strike the heavy barrier, sending a ripple of energy through the air.

Lilia looked over his shoulder at Ace, still smiling as if they were in the middle of a friendly sparring match. “Don’t be silly. When you sense danger, you should act immediately. That’s the key to survival.” Without missing a beat, he turned back to the door and fired off another blast, the vivid green light of his magic illuminating his face.

Jade chuckled, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m not a fan of brute force myself, but sometimes sacrifices must be made.” He raised his hand, his magic coiling into a blue glow before he sent it forward in a powerful surge, causing another resounding crash against the barrier.

“As loath as I am to resort to this,” Lilia added, his tone unusually serious yet unmistakably amused, “it’s the only way to ensure we return to school in a timely manner!” With that, he unleashed a larger blast, the magic twisting and spiraling as it struck the door with a thunderous impact. The door shuddered, yet the chains held tight, refusing to budge.

Vil, who had been watching the chaos with arms crossed and a slight frown, sighed and shook his head. “Please, you two are both having a field day, and you know it. Don’t come crying to us when the park sends you the repair bill.”

Ace groaned, his hand running through his hair as he took in the chaos. “This is getting out of hand… Are you doing alright, Yuki—”

But as he turned, his voice faltered. Yuki wasn’t by his side. He glanced around, expecting to spot them just a few steps away, but Yuki was nowhere in sight. Grim, too, was missing, as was Via. Ace’s heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of dread creeping in as he scanned the group, trying to recall the last time he’d seen them.

“Wait… Where’s Yuki? And Grim? And…Via” His voice trailed off as the realization hit him fully, the chill of worry settling over him.

The sudden realization that Yuki, Grim, and Via were missing sent a ripple of tension through the group, concern etched on their faces.

“What do you mean they’re not here? They were just with us,” Carter said, his brow furrowing.

“They might have just wandered off,” Trey suggested, trying to keep his tone calm, though a flicker of worry passed over his face. “Maybe they went to use the restroom or something.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Kalim agreed, trying to sound cheerful, but his gaze darted anxiously around the eerily quiet amusement park. “They’ll be back any minute!”

“Or maybe they got lost?” Floyd offered with a smirk, though even his usual playful demeanor seemed subdued. “You know how those three can be.”

“Don’t joke about that!” Jack snapped, his voice edged with concern. “What if something really happened to them?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Vil interjected sharply, his expression stern. “They could just be delayed. We can’t lose our heads over this.”

“But what if they didn’t take the right path?” Ortho added, his usually calm voice tinged with worry. “They could be wandering around, looking for us.”

“Or maybe Grim got distracted by something shiny, and Yuki and Via had to chase after him,” Leona muttered, crossing his arms, though his usual sarcasm held a hint of worry.

Before they could speculate further, a loud explosion echoed behind them, followed by the clatter of metal as a heavy lock fell to the ground.

“Whew… That’s one lock busted,” Lilia announced, straightening up as he caught his breath.

“These locks are incredibly sturdy,” Jade added, examining one closely. “Are they made from some kind of anti-magic material?”

Just then, his body suddenly went stiff, his expression frozen mid-sentence. Lilia slumped over next to him, both of them clutching their faces as they groaned in pain. The rest of the group hurried over, concern etched on their faces.

“Jade, Lilia, are you okay?” Ace asked, his voice laced with alarm. “You both look like you’re in a lot of pain…”

As they got closer, the group noticed something strange—a half-mask, resembling twisted wood, had appeared on each of their faces.

“Ugh. What’s up with your face, Jade?” Floyd remarked, sounding half-annoyed, half-concerned. “You’ve got some kinda weird branch stuck to it.”

“You do too, Lilia!” Cater exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Ace crossed his arms, trying to mask his worry with a smirk. “All right, come on, you two—where’d you get those things? I was worried when you both started groaning, but let me guess: you’re just trying to give us a good scare, aren’t you?”

“Oooh! So that’s what’s going on!” Kalim grinned, relief flooding his face. “You had me going for a second! That’s a neat accessory. Can I try it on—?”

“I can’t move!” Jade’s voice came out strained, panic edging his usually calm tone. His body seemed completely rigid.

“Nor can I!” Lilia managed through gritted teeth. “It’s as if… my body isn’t my own.”

The group’s casual amusement vanished, replaced by a collective wave of alarm.

“WHAT?!” The realization struck them all, deepening their concern and confusion. First, the once-busy amusement park had become a ghost town; now, locks barred the exits, and their friends were frozen in place with strange, immovable masks.

“Okay, enough with the jokes. I’m taking that ridiculous thing off you,” Leona said, his patience finally snapping as he reached out toward Lilia’s mask.

“Wait!” Ortho stepped forward, his face serious as he scanned the masks with a soft whirring noise. “I just ran a scan… That wood isn’t just affixed to their skin. It’s actually rooted in their faces. If you try to pull it off, you could seriously hurt them!”

“What do you mean ‘rooted’ in their faces?” Leona demanded, his voice sharp as he withdrew his hand.

Before they could fully process this, the sound of footsteps echoed from the nearby walkway. Two figures stepped into view: a tall beastman with a cunning glint in his eyes, and a shorter, broad-shouldered beastman following close behind. It was none other than Fellow Honest, the notorious manager of Playful Land, and his loyal assistant, Gidel.

“My, my,” Fellow greeted them with a sly smile, crossing his arms as he looked them over. “So this is where you young scholars scuttled off to.”

The group looked at him with a mix of hope and suspicion. Despite his unsettling demeanor, he was an authority figure here. Maybe he could help.

“Ah, Fellow! You came at a good time,” Kalim said quickly, his voice filled with worry. “Can you help us? Jade and Lilia are in serious trouble! They’ve got this weird wood growing out of their faces, and we can’t pull it off!”

“Oh dear. How terrible!” Fellow said with an exaggerated frown. He turned to Gidel and snapped his fingers. “Quick, Gidel! The notebook!”

Gidel nodded and produced a notebook, stepping over to inspect Jade and Lilia while scribbling down notes. The two beastmen examined the masks with exaggerated concern.

“…Hmm,” Fellow finally said, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Just as I thought. I’m afraid it’s too late.”

The group’s eyes widened, panic rising. “Too late?” Cater echoed, his voice shaking. “What do you mean, ‘too late’?!”

Kalim took a step forward, desperation in his eyes. “Don’t say that! Please, you have to help them!”

Fellow’s face twisted into a sneer, his faux-concern fading as he spoke in a darker, more mocking tone. “Do I, now? But I thought you all were having a splendid time here in Playful Land. Skipping school, ignoring the warnings of those around you…” He leaned in, his eyes glinting maliciously. “And only now that you’re in trouble, you start having second thoughts?”

His words sent a chill through the group. The friendly amusement park manager they’d met was gone, replaced by someone cruel and twisted.

“…It’s too late for that, you little twerps!” Fellow snapped, his smile stretching into a sinister grin.

The group’s expressions shifted to shock, a creeping horror settling over them as the truth began to dawn.

…

Hidden in the shadows, Via, Grim, and Yuki watched the tense scene unfold as Fellow Honest sneered at the group, the sinister glint in his eyes revealing his true intentions.

“So I was right… he really is a wolf in sheep’s clothing…” Via muttered, her voice low as she took in the scene. “…Well, a fox in sheep’s clothing, but you get the point.”

Beside her, Grim’s eyes blazed with indignation. “You mean to tell me this whole time Fellow had played us?! Grrr, that jerk! How dare he make a fool out of the great Grim!” he huffed, his fur bristling with fury as his tail lashed back and forth.

Yuki, who had been silent, looked down, the weight of realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. “I can’t believe it… we fell for a trap… an obvious one, at that.” She bit her lip, feeling a surge of shame. The signs had been there all along—Fellow’s smooth-talking, the strangely empty park, the odd rules… How had she missed it? She should have been more cautious, more aware.

Her spiraling thoughts were interrupted when she felt a gentle pat on her head. She glanced up to see Via giving her an encouraging smile.

“Hey, you shouldn’t blame yourself, Yuki,” Via said softly. “After everything you’ve been through back at school, an offer like this—a day at an amusement park, free of charge—anyone would be tempted. Even I couldn’t resist.” She gave a small, rueful laugh. “Besides, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to enjoy a place like this without having to pay for anything?”

Yuki managed a small smile in return, but the nagging guilt didn’t completely leave her. Her gaze shifted back to the group just in time to see the gang running off while being chased by Puppets dress as policemen,

“Seems like now it’s the best time to reunite with the group” Via States as she walk off to the other side of the tent, Pulling out her wand like brush to create a door that could hopefully lead them to where the other could be hiding while Grim and Yuki followed behind, But suddenly Via stops in her tracks and looks at Yuki and Grim.

“If they ask for our whereabouts…just say we got pulled away by a group of puppets but managed to escape..” Via suggested Causing both The Prefect and Cat to Nod as the continued their way to head back to the group

…

The group huddled in the dim alley, panting from their desperate escape from the relentless puppet police.

“I… I think we’re finally rid of them,” Carter gasped, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.

“Geez Louise, those puppets just wouldn’t let up…! We kept shaking them off, and they just kept coming back,” Ace complained, wiping sweat from his brow. He turned to Ortho, suspicion edging his voice. “Those were all the puppets that we saw working here, huh?”

Ortho nodded, looking equally rattled. “Yeah. They turned aggressive so suddenly…”

Suddenly, a shrill, blood-curdling scream echoed through the park, startling the group. Peeking out from the alley, they saw a horrifying sight—people being chased down by puppets or, even worse, transforming into puppets themselves as they begged and pleaded to go home.

“It’s the other visitors,” Ortho said, his voice shaking. “Their bodies are being covered in wood… They’re turning into puppets!”

Jack’s eyes widened. “That would explain why the park seemed so empty…”

Leona scowled, crossing his arms. “Looks like they’ve already turned everyone else into puppets and hauled ’em off.”

Ace’s stomach twisted as a chilling thought struck him, one he couldn’t ignore. His voice wavered as he turned to the others. “Guys… you don’t think Yuki and the others… were…”

But before his dreadful thought could fully take shape, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Oh, thank the Seven, I found you guys!” Via called from the end of the alley, stepping out from what looked like a door drawn onto the wall. Relief flooded her face as she waved, and behind her, Yuki and Grim followed.

The group spun around at the sound of Via’s voice, each expression morphing from shock to relief as they took in the sight of their friends, safe and sound.

“You guys!” Ace blurted, his voice tinged with both exasperation and relief. “Where have you been? We thought—”

“We thought you were turned into puppets too,” Jack finished, his usual cool demeanor slipping just a little as he gave them a quick once-over, ensuring they were truly unharmed.

Grim puffed out his chest, brushing off the concern with a dramatic huff. “Hah! As if some wooden goons could catch the great Grim! We just had a… minor detour.” He cast a sideways glance at Via, who simply smiled and nodded as if to confirm his story.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Via said, quickly filling in the blanks. “We got pulled aside by a group of those puppet police. But we managed to escape before things got out of hand.”

Ace narrowed his eyes, not entirely convinced. “And you just happened to find a door that led right to us?”

Via grinned and tapped her wand-like brush. “Let’s just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Now’s not the time to question good luck, right?”

Leona scoffed, folding his arms. “Whatever. We don’t have time for explanations anyway.” His gaze shifted to the chaos unfolding around them as more screams echoed through the park. “This whole place is falling apart. We need to get out of here before we’re next.”

“Yeah, but there’s not much we can do, especially without a phone signal…” Carter sighed, glancing down at the phone in his hand, the screen stubbornly displaying ‘No Service.’

“I wish we could contact the school. Getting caught cutting class is definitely the least of our concerns now!” Ace chimed in, his frustration palpable as he fumbled with his own phone, hoping for a miracle that never came.

“Okay, I can try hacking into the park’s network,” Ortho offered, his brows furrowed in concentration. He closed his eyes as virtually screens appeared around him, begging the process of entering through the network. For a moment, the group held their breath, but then—

A loud alarm blared through the park, causing everyone to jump. Ortho’s eyes snapped open, bewildered. “Huh? I failed to get in? ME?” He glared at the virtual screen as if it were the source of his betrayal. He tried again, but each attempt was met with an error message that only seemed to grow more frequent and frantic. “This is weird. I keep getting kicked off. It’s like there’s a powerful jammer set up somewhere in this park.”

“Ah, geez… That means we can’t get through to anyone on the outside!” Jack exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

“Tch. Guess they’ve covered their bases to ensure no inconvenient intel makes it out of here,” Leona added, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, his expression darkening.

“So uh, I’ve got some other bad news on top of the whole communication thing,” Floyd said, his tone grave as he joined the group. “There were seabirds flying around earlier today, but now there ain’t any. I think the park’s on the move.”

“Huh?” The entire group echoed, disbelief spreading across their faces.

“I’ll go look over the wall with Leona and Via. You boys wait here—and stay hidden,” Floyd instructed, his expression resolute.

Leona and Via nodded in agreement, and together, the three of them approached the tall, barricaded wall that surrounded the amusement park. They climbed up to get a better view of what lay beyond, and as they peered over the edge, their hearts sank at the sight that greeted them.

The port of Sage Island was no longer visible. Instead, a vast, unsettling expanse of water stretched out before them, churning ominously beneath a murky sky. No land in sight, only the eerie solitude of the ocean.

“Bad news, all right,” Leona muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he climbed back down. “Floyd called it. The playful land’s present location is… in the middle of the ocean.”

“The middle of the ocean?!” Ortho and Jack exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with shock.

“Yeah, there’s no sign of land, which can only mean that the park is currently at a Nemo point…” Via explained, tugging nervously at the ribbons of her attire, her eyes wide with worry.

“The park may have departed Sage’s Island the instant we set foot through the gate,” Vil added, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Seriously?! We’ve been totally played!” Ace shouted, his frustration boiling over as he ran a hand through his hair.

“That’s what I said!!” Grim chimed in angrily, his fur bristling at the revelation.

“By the time visitors realize something’s wrong, they’ve been cut off from the outside world. The park’s long gone, and the only thing the rest of the world sees are all the fun pictures and posts about it…” Ace continued, his mind racing as he began to piece everything together. “No wonder people call this place illusionary!”

“It’s a trap disguised as a fun getaway…” Yuki added, her voice trembling slightly as she looked around nervously, the enormity of their predicament sinking in.

“Considering how slick this whole setup is, whoever’s the mastermind behind it must be an old hand at this,” Trey remarked, his brow furrowing in thought. “What do we do now?”

A heavy silence fell over the group as they processed the gravity of their situation. The laughter and joy that once filled the park now felt like a distant memory, replaced by an unsettling atmosphere thick with tension. They were in a race against time, trapped in a place designed to lure them in and keep them away from the outside world. Each of them could feel the weight of their choices pressing down on them, urging them to act before it was too late.

The sudden crackle of static filled the air, silencing the chatter and hustle of the bustling theme park. Overhead, the PA system came alive with a loud hum, and an all-too-familiar voice echoed through the park. The group of students froze in their tracks, listening as the voice began to speak.

“May we have your attention, please? This is a lost child announcement!”

“That voice… Fellow?!” Kalim’s eyes widened as he recognized the mocking tone, his finger pointing up toward the speakers in disbelief.

“It’s coming from the PA. He must be broadcasting it across the whole park,” Jack growled, his fur bristling as he clenched his fists.

Fellow’s voice resumed, dripping with mockery, “Paging the simpleton students from Night Raven College. Attention, simpleton students…”

A pause followed, long enough for them to feel a surge of irritation rising. Then, in a singsong voice, Fellow continued, “Your friends are waiting for youuu! ‘Oh, I’m so lonely! Oh, I’m so scared!’ They’re crying ever so pitifully as they wait for you to come get them! I can assure you, it’s quite obnoxious to listen to, so come get them soooon! Ha ha ha ha ha!” His laughter filled the air, sharp and cruel, and it only fueled the anger simmering among the group.

The group exchanged glances, each face reflecting the same mix of annoyance and frustration.

“Ahem… Anyway, you precious little darlings have nowhere to run or hide as long as you’re our guest in Playful Land,” Fellow’s voice continued, his tone shifting into something coldly mocking. “You can make this a lot easier on yourselves by giving up this pointless show of resistance and turning yourselves in quietly. This has been a public service announcement courtesy of the friendly Fellow Honest. I hope you continue to enjoy your time in Playful Land. Hah hahahahahaha…!”

With one final laugh, the announcement ended, leaving the group in heavy silence, the mocking echo of his laughter still hanging in the air.

That jerk…

Jack clenched his teeth, his fist raised as he growled out, “He’s going out of his way to get under our skin!”

“Was that entire speech just his way of taunting us? The nerve!” Vil’s voice was laced with irritation, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

“I wish I could put the squeeze on botha those guys right now…” Floyd’s smile twisted into something dark and threatening, his gaze unfocused as if imagining the ways he could make them pay.

Ortho, eyes glowing with determination, suddenly piped up, “And I wish I could fry them with my beam!”

Before anyone could respond, Kalim raised a hand, looking troubled. “But, but… I don’t get it…” His brows knitted together with genuine concern. “Why does Fellow want to turn us into puppets?”

Ace rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Who knows? Sitting around and overthinking isn’t going to help us.” His gaze sharpened, his tone snapping with resolve. “Right now, we’ve got one job, right?”

Kalim’s face lit up, clearly inspired. “Ah… yeah, you’re totally right!” A determined smile spread across his face. “Let’s go see Fellow and talk him out of this!”

“NOT THAT!” Ace’s shout rang out as he stared at Kalim with an expression that screamed, Are you for real right now?!

Via stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Kalim’s shoulder, a comforting yet serious look on her face. “I’m sure under normal circumstances, talking sense into someone might work, but considering the threat of our situation… peace is not an option right now.”

“Via’s right,” Ace said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, if we tried to talk it out, he’d just capture us and go on gloating about what stupid twerps we are, ‘Ha ha ha,’ so on and so forth.” A mischievous smirk crept onto Ace’s face. “What I MEANT was…” His grin grew wider, dark with intent. “We find Fellow and give him a royal beatdown.”

“What?! A beatdown?!” Kalim’s eyes went wide, looking at Ace with shock.

“Yeah. We beat him up until he swears to take us back to Sage’s Island.” Ace’s grin didn’t waver, his eyes flashing with a mischievous glint.

Trey let out a sigh, though he couldn’t help a small smile. “I had a feeling that was your angle.” But his face grew serious as he looked at Ace. “Are you sure, though? We could theoretically use flight magic to escape. From a group safety standpoint, it might be smarter to explore ways to get out…”

Ortho shook his head, his expression grave. “Fellow’s an extremely thorough con artist. I’d bet he’s already got some plan if we try to escape by air. He might have traps set up overhead.” His gaze shifted to Grim, who was clutching a half-empty popcorn bucket. “Grim, could I borrow that popcorn bucket you’re carrying?”

“Mrah!?! But I’m not done with it yet!” Grim held the bucket close, looking horrified.

Ortho sighed, and Yuki gave Grim a small nudge, her expression slightly annoyed. “…We’re in a dire situation here. Please, just give him the bucket.”

With a grumble, Grim cast a mournful look at his beloved snack, then reluctantly handed it over. Ortho took the bucket, then without hesitation, flung it high into the air. In a flash, the bucket exploded into a burst of sparks, sending popcorn debris raining down as the group gaped in shock.

“MY POPCORN!” Grim shrieked, his little paws reaching toward the remnants of his treat. He tried to lunge forward, but Via and Yuki held him back as he sobbed into Yuki’s shoulder. She gently patted him, trying to soothe his outrage.

“We’ll get you more popcorn later, Grim, I promise,” Via said, her tone gentle, though her eyes glinting with frustration at the situation.

Ortho looked around at the group, expression steely. “See? I knew it. A ship this large going unnoticed for so long doesn’t make sense. There could be some kind of cognitive interference magic at play… Which means if we leave, it could be nearly impossible to find our way back here. We might never see Lilia or Jade again.”

A heavy silence settled over the group, the weight of their situation pressing down on them.

“But more to the point—that guy trashed us,” Ortho added, his eyes hardening. “Why would we run away without challenging him? That would be like admitting defeat. I’d never do that!”

“Yeah, huh? I ain’t about to turn tail and run from some small fry like that fox fish,” Floyd said with a wicked grin.

“Heh, you have a point,” Vil agreed, a faint smirk crossing his face. “We should make him rue the day he chose to mess with us.”

“The last thing I need is for some twisted magic to turn me into a wooden doll…” Leona muttered, his sharp gaze calculating. “But seeing as he’s holding others hostage, he might not be able to turn people into puppets at will. So let’s be cautious here—then nail that fox. That’s probably the best play.”

“Yessir. He’s got some payback coming,” Jack stated, his eyes burning with determination.

Cater nodded, chuckling nervously. “Hoo boy… sounds like you’re all in on this. Guess we’d better buckle down.”

“Good grief…” Trey murmured, adjusting his glasses as he regarded the group with a resigned expression. “If you’re all aware of the danger and willing to go forward anyway, I won’t stop you. And honestly? I’m not too fond of backing down from a fight either.”

Via, usually calm and collected, flashed a slightly wicked smile. “I may be a nurse, but I can make an exception and turn the other cheek.”

“So we’re gonna give Fellow a royal beatdown, huh…” Kalim’s brow furrowed, his voice wavering slightly as uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “Hmm… I still don’t get it, but that’s the best way to rescue Lilia and Jade… right?”

“Yeah,” Ortho replied, his tone steady and reassuring. “If we want to make sure everyone gets out safe and sound, this is the optimal choice.” He stood tall, radiating confidence despite the looming threat they faced.

“Safe and sound, huh…” Kalim muttered, his mind racing as he contemplated the weight of their mission. After a moment of deep thought, he nodded, determination replacing his doubt. “Okay, I’m in! I’ll do my part too! Who knows? Maybe Fellow will see the errors of his ways before things come to a head!”

“If only,” Carter sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly. “That would be the best outcome by far, easily, for real…” He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression a mix of hope and resignation.

“All right. For starters, I guess we’d better go find that jerk,” Ace declared, his voice ringing with a newfound urgency.

“Yeah,” Ortho chimed in, his eyes darting around as he gathered his thoughts. “All the other visitors were loaded into a large wooden crate near the gate. Considering Fellow’s announcement, we can assume Lilia and Jade are in the same place as him.” His tone grew serious, emphasizing the need for action.

“Sounds like we’ve got a goal—” But just as Jack was about to continue, his sharp eyes caught movement from the corner. He turned, and his heart sank as he saw a group of puppet soldiers, their wooden bodies creaking with each synchronized step as they advanced toward them.

“ChiLDrEN LOcATED! BrINg tHem tO FeLLOW!" The puppets shouted in unison, their voices a chilling blend of mechanical and eerie cheerfulness.

“It’s the puppets again!” Jack exclaimed, shock evident on his face. His fists clenched tightly, adrenaline surging through him as he braced himself for confrontation.

“Oh, for the love of… Way to ruin our momentum!” Ace groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface. He glanced around at the group, knowing they needed to stay focused despite the interruption.

“I’m sick and tired of you guys! GRAWR!” Jack growled, his fierce determination igniting as he lunged toward the puppets, ready to unleash his pent-up energy and anger upon them. The muscles in his arms coiled like springs, ready to strike.

“Ace, get back! We’ll take them out!” Trey shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he pulled out his wand.

“Wait, guys I don't think it’s a good idea—!” Via tried to warn them, but it was too late. Trey and Jack launched their magical attacks with precision, obliterating the puppet soldiers in a spectacular display of power. The remnants of the puppets scattered like confetti, and the rest of the group erupted into cheers.

“Got ’em! Those puppets didn’t stand a chance against your magic,” Ortho praised, his voice bright with excitement.

“Hah! Not gonna be doing much attacking now that they’re blown to bits, huh?” Jack taunted, a cocky grin spreading across his face. But suddenly, an unsettling sensation washed over him. His muscles stiffened, and he gasped, “…Hrk?!” Before he could react, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the floor, the fight abruptly leaving him.

“Jack?!” Trey shouted in shock, rushing to his friend’s side. But as he knelt down, he felt a similar stiffness creeping through his own limbs. “Oh no! Is this what I think it is…? Grk!” He didn’t have time to finish his thought before he, too, went slack, the world around him blurring as he succumbed to the mysterious force.

Both Jack and Trey now wore wooden masks, their expressions frozen in a mix of shock and confusion.

“Right, I can’t move…” Trey exclaimed, his voice strained as he struggled against the sudden paralysis.

“The others weren’t kidding… My body doesn’t feel like MINE,” Jack added, panic creeping into his voice as he tried to comprehend their dire situation.

“Jack?! Trey?!” Ace called out, his shock morphing into fear as he rushed toward them, his heart pounding.

“They’ve started to turn into puppets!” Kalim shouted, dread pooling in his stomach.

“AtTaCKinG park eMpLOYEEs IS aN EgrEGiOus viOLAtiON OF paRK RULeS! It’s pUppeTdOm FoR ALl bad chILdRen cOmmIttinG mIsdEeDs in PlAyful LAnD!” they chimed in unison, their wooden features gleaming ominously.

“Bad children…?” Ortho and Yuki echoed in confusion, their brows furrowed as they exchanged glances.

“Blast… I’ll at least stall ’em before I go full puppet! HRAAAGH!” Jack yelled, summoning every ounce of strength he had left. He strained against the invisible bonds holding him in place, but it felt as if he were trying to push a boulder up a mountain.

“Rgh… We can’t move. All of you, get out of here, quick!” Trey exclaimed, his voice low but urgent, his eyes darting around for any possible escape route.

“No way! We can’t just abandon you guys!” Kalim replied, a worried yet determined expression on his face, as if he could somehow will his friends to regain their strength.

“You wouldn’t be abandoning us. Look—getting to Fellow's is the ultimate goal, right?” Trey stated, offering a reassuring smile that belied the seriousness of their situation. “The two of us are just gonna reach him first, is all. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Trey…” Ace looked at his vice housewarden, torn between worry and resolve. “We’ll come for you, okay? Count on it.”

“No fair, Trey! You’re not allowed to act all brave and tough and cool! It’s hitting me square in the feels!” Carter teased, his voice lighthearted but underscored by genuine concern.

“Cut it out; you’re embarrassing me,” Trey jokes, trying to lighten the mood despite the heavy weight of their predicament.

“Tch. Can’t believe I didn’t make it any farther than this… Sorry, Leona,” Jack said, his ears drooping in shame. “Guess I’ll be heading to Fellow ahead of the rest of you. I’ll come up with a way to sock him now.” His expression hardened with determination, refusing to let fear dictate his actions.

“Hey, don’t do anything stupid,” Leona warned, his voice steady but laced with concern. “You don’t know what small-time guys like that could pull when they snap. Just sit tight and be patient; there’s no way you can mess that up, right?” He teased, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face, trying to bolster Jack��s spirit.

“Hmph. Don’t patronize me,” Jack grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face despite the circumstances. “As for the rest of you… Be careful!”

Suddenly, a loud alarm began blaring, filling the air with an urgent, high-pitched warning.

“Rgh… Here we are, housewardens, walking away from students in trouble!” Vil exclaimed, frustration and disappointment evident on his face, feeling the sting of helplessness.

“There’s nothing we can do right now, but we won’t let their sacrifice be in vain,” Via explained to Vil, her tone soothing as she tried to comfort him.

“First things first: we gotta scram before the alerts bring more puppets! Via, do you still have enough energy to make another door?” Ace asked, urgency sharpening his voice as he turned his attention to the school nurse.

“Absolutely!” Via responded, determination igniting in her eyes. She quickly used her unique magic to paint a vibrant door on the wall, her brush strokes alive with energy. With a flourish, she placed her hand on the painted doorknob and swung the door open, signaling for the others to head inside quickly.

“Guys… I’m sorry,” Kalim said, his voice heavy with regret as he glanced back at his friends, his heart aching. But he took a deep breath and joined the rest of the group, bolstered by their resolve.

“Yuki, come on!” Ace called out, gripping Yuki’s hand tightly and pulling them along, while Yuki cradled the weeping Grim, who was still mourning the loss of his popcorn, his tiny body shaking with sobs.

As they rushed through the door, the weight of uncertainty and fear hung in the air, but they were united in their mission.

The door opened quietly, and Vil poked his head out, scanning the new area. He carefully examined every corner, watching for signs of any pursuing puppets or traps. After a moment, he glanced back at the group and gestured for them to follow.

“Pursuing forces are thinner in this area. Let’s hide and wait it out,” Vil suggested, his voice low but steady as the others exited through the painted door.

They ducked behind a cluster of oversized, cartoonish shrubs, catching their breath. For a few moments, the only sound was their heavy breathing, as each of them tried to process everything that had just happened. The weight of leaving Jack and Trey behind hung heavily over them.

Floyd, always quick to break the silence, eyed Leona with a curious look. “What’s wrong, Sea Lion?” he asked, smirking. “You’re all quiet and broody-lookin’ over there.”

Leona shot him a brief glare. “This is how I always look,” he retorted with a dismissive wave, but then he sighed, revealing a hint of the frustration underneath. “But I was just thinkin’. About why people are turning into puppets now. It’s weird.”

“That’s been bugging me too,” Ace jumped in, rubbing the back of his head. “At first, I thought maybe it just took a while for Playful Land’s magic to kick in. Like… you had to spend a whole day at the park before it got to you.” He glanced around, his expression puzzled. “Except none of us have been here any longer than the others. And the timing of it happening to Jack and Trey was just way too convenient.”

“True,” Cater added, nodding as he recalled the moment they were captured. “The magic got them both at once, the second they fought the puppets. Like it was waiting for them to do something.”

“The puppets…” Ortho mumbled, looking down thoughtfully as he replayed the encounter in his mind. His eyes lit up as he remembered something. “What was it they said? ‘It’s puppetdom for all bad children committing misdeeds,’ right? I thought they were just trying to scare us, but what if…”

“What if that’s the actual punishment when you break the rules of Playful Land?” Yuki said, piecing it together as they handed a now-calmed Grim over to Via, who took him with a comforting pat on the back.

“You actually turn into a puppet when you do bad things here?” Ace exclaimed, the realization hitting him with a mix of horror and fascination.

“If that’s it, then all we have to do is avoid doing misdeeds!” Kalim suggested, his voice brightening with relief. “We could be okay if we just, you know… keep our noses clean.”

“That’d make sense. Maybe we can get outta this easier than we thought.” Ace grinned, his hope rekindled by the idea of a simple solution.

“Yeah, huh? That’s a relief!” Kalim beamed, feeling the tension lift, even if only a little. “But… what counts as a misdeed, exactly?” He looked around at the group, his expression clouded by confusion, as he realized the situation was more complicated than it seemed.

The rest of the group exchanged uneasy glances, the same question clearly on everyone’s mind. Each of them had their own guesses, but none seemed entirely sure. Could it be as simple as fighting? Was sneaking around, lying, or even talking back to the puppets considered a misdeed here? The thought gnawed at them.

Watching the group, both Yuki and Via found themselves struggling to keep their composure. They shared a quick, exasperated look, each silently summoning all their patience.

‘Great Seven give me strength not to end it all right now,’ Via thought, stifling an inward groan.

Did I wrote a rewrite fic where Yuu and grim have a more interactive role in the playful land event cause I was salty that Yuu didn’t do much…yes yes I did Don’t think to much of this fan fic it’s just self indulgent, I do apologize if it’s cringy :,V

[writingdevil]

Warmth [Hermittober24 Day Twenty Two]

(Prompt list created by @collierose1 )

(Technically this is a continuation of both 'Echo' and 'Farm' but I don't think you need to read them to necessarily understand this one,but feel free to, I'm really proud of them!)

"Dude,Tango,you've seriously outdone yourself this time,I swear."

"Thanks,man."

They were both in the entrance to Decked Out 2, with Ren taking in every inch of the build,and Tango was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

When Ren's gaze drifted back to the Dungeon Master,he caught the exhaustion in the other's face,and went to go sit down next to him.

"I can't imagine how happy you must be to have this finished and let everyone play it finally."

"Yeah,I guess."

Ren's ears flicked as they caught the hint of sadness in his voice,and he turned to look at him. "You okay,dude?"

At his question,Tango seemed to perk up.Or,well-attempted to.He sat up straighter and tried to pull his face into a happier expression,but all it did was show Ren how tired Tango was.

"Yeah-yeah,I'm good.It's just that-you know that moment,when you've been working on a project for so long,and then you finish it,and you suddenly feel a little lost,like you don't know what to do with yourself anymore?"

"Oh yeah,definitely."

"Yeah,I guess I'm just feeling a little like that."

"Well that's okay,dude.Maybe you can just take the rest of the time to relax,get some sleep,because I know for a fact that you pulled a good few all nighters for this project."

But Ren saw the way Tango's face twisted into fear at the idea of sleeping,and he knew that something else was going on.

The two of them sat there in the cold building in tense silence,until Tango eventually spoke,voice quiet and small."It's actually good that you're here, Ren.I've been wanting to ask you something."

"Sure,man.Ask away."

Tango was silent for a few seconds,staring down at his lap with a conflicted look on his face.Then,he whispered,"Do you ever feel like your heart doesn't belong to you?"

Ren absolutely knew what he was talking about,but he still asked,"How do you mean?"

"Like-"Tango struggled to continue for a moment, before sighing harshly as he said,"Like somebody else made you feel something so strongly,that your heart remembers it,but not your head."

Ren reply was immediate."Yes."

Tango's looked shocked as his neck almost snapped as he faced him."Really?"he said,his voice fearful,"What-What does it feel like?"

"Warm,"Ren said,running a hand through his hair,"it feels like pure warmth in my heart,dude.It feels like there's someone out there who made me-made me-"

"Fall in love?"Tango finished,and Ren could only nod due to the lump in his throat.

He took a few deep breaths to get his heart under control,but these days it often felt like he was constantly being jerked around by an unknown puppeteer,his feet moving despite not knowing where.

Right now though,Ren understood what to do."It didn't happen right away.I started hearing it when I made myself the King of the server."

"Hearing what?"

"The voice."Right on cue,Ren heard his Hand speaking in his mind,swearing his allegiance to him,and Ren felt such passion for the voice that his breath hitched and he had to close his eyes to try and regain control.

When he opened them again,Tango was sitting up straighter,his eyes much more focused and clear than they had previously been.

"I kept hearing this voice in my head that I didn't recognise,but it spoke as if I was a King and they were my right hand man.That voice would do anything for me."

"Must be nice to get to hear the person."Tango mumbled and Ren barked a harsh laugh out."Are you kidding me,dude?It's torture!There's this echo in my head constantly talking about how much it loves me,and my heart starts beating faster and faster,and my face heats up,and I have no idea on who they are!"

"Yeah,that's fair."Tango nodded in agreement, looking slightly apologetic,but Ren wasn't mad at all.In fact,it felt like such a relief to talk to somebody about this,to prove that he wasn't the only one suffering.

"I just wish I could hear a clear voice in my head,I feel like I could handle that, than my weird dreams." Tango explained,and Ren raised a brow at him."But at least you can see who it is."

"No,man,it's dreams,remember?My brain just picks up the most random stuff and shakes it around in my head and goes 'Here!Enjoy this time of your life that you have no memory of in the most obscure way possible!' It doesn't give me a lot to go on."

Ren made a sound of sympathy,suddenly grateful that he didn't have to decipher any weird imagery his brain could show him.Knowing his mind,he wouldn't have a chance to figure it out.

"Well,is there anything you do know for certain?" Tango sighed,then firmly said,"There's a farm.I'm always in a farm,and there's golden feathers everywhere.Sometimes the farm is on fire. Sometimes it's already burnt to the ground,and I have to stare at what's left.I hear a voice-rarely,and I always forget it when I wake up."

Ren couldn't imagine having to suffer through that.He'd rather just not sl-wait.

"Is that why you're so afraid of going to sleep?Of having those dreams again?"Tango just silently nodded.

At that moment,Ren heard that voice in his head again,a silly joke that Ren would absolutely laugh at,if now wasn't the worst time for it.He could feel the warmth and love blossom in his chest,and it somehow made everything feel lighter and heavier all at once.

His head may still have been spinning around the voice as he asked,"But do you love them?"He felt Tango stiffen next to him."You said your heart knew who it loved,but do you,dude?"

Tango raised his head to the ceiling,furiously blinking back tears."It's hard to say that,when I have no concrete memory of them.It feels like my soul is tricking me."

"I don't think you believe that."Ren lowered his sunglasses to look at the blazeborn properly as Tango looked at him,and he could see the fear and the longing in them.

They stared at each other for who knows how long, before Tango whispers,"What if it's all a lie?"

"The warmth isn't a lie.Our love for others,can never be a lie."

Ren saw the moment his words hit Tango,and his blue hair lit up for a split second.Tango didn't respond,but he did gaze out ahead of him as if lost in thought.

"Why wouldn't we remember our loves?"He softly asked,and it hurt that Ren couldn't give him an answer to that.

So instead,he held a hand out to Tango,who took it without even glancing at it.Ren made sure to hold on tight,to let Tango know that they were in this lovesick torture together.

"I don't know why,but I do know that we're gonna see them again,and it'll be better than any dream or echo,I promise."