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#other ppl: youll be fine! u r passionate abt what u do#no u dont understand. its not passion. im being consumed. im being devoured whole and alive.#its out of control and its killing me#stop trying to tell me im good. i can assure u its a problem and i want it to fucking stop. whats the point of being successful if u cant#even fucking breathe?#this has been my weekend in purgatory for some reason. but fuck u i got the fucking application 98% done so im gonna read it over tomorrow#when my brain doesnt feel like its gonna explode and thrn send it to the dude and idk see wtf he has to say about it bc im positive i#overwrote it bc im unhinged. whatever tomorrow im gonna spend another 4hr transfering algae#if i can. turns out ive given myself a headache and now i cannot sleep lmao#lol i wrote all that yesterday night. it appears i was having a bad time. and i continue to have a bad time bc my manuscript is 98% ready#for submission but i leave at 7.20 tomorrow morning for my flight and wont be home until 7pm in this time zone at the very least#which means ill have to fucking wait all day to submit i guess unless i use plane wifi or something. fucking idk#i also havent sent the application in yet and i havent bought any Christmas presents bc my brain is splitting into a million pieces#its 10 pm now. will is sleep tonight? who's to say i still have work to do on this fucking manuscript#at least my coauthor thinks itll only get sent back with minor revisions so it must look pretty ok#part of it is just me bitching abt inconsistent methods across papers bc it annoys me but also i dont give a fuck#i will fucking psychically control ppl to read this paper and use its knowledge bc the way they talk abt the topic annoys me so much#which is additionally annoying bc like i said i dont give a fuck#anyway im procrastinating#unrelated#my parents texting me today: yay we r excited to see u đ¤#and im just laying on the floor eminating a demonic aura
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Eat You Up
Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader x Sam Kiszka
Word Count: ~5k
Warnings: this is a threeway with HEAVY slash ft. fingering, food play (is that a term? Idk. It's whipped cream. Y'all know I'm not big on fetishes lol), oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex, facial, dirty talking. 18+ only <3
Thanks for the V-Day request, @brokebellsgvf â¤ď¸đ I spent zero time working yesterday and today. Instead, I wrote this LOL I really hope you enjoy!
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Your heart buzzed with excitement when you opened the front door and stepped onto the beginning of a trail of red and pink rose petals. You bent down to pick one up, feeling the silky softness between your fingers, and smiled to yourself as you imagined what might lie at the end of the trail, undoubtedly in the bedroomâa bottle of champagne, perhaps? A box of chocolates? Or maybe even chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and maybe some strawberries too, since sugar and your boyfriend just went so well together regardless of it being Valentineâs Day or not. But Danny always knew how to make each holiday exceptional, especially Valentineâs Dayâhe loved every aspect of it, no matter how tacky or commercial, because it meant he had even more of a reason to dote on you, to show how much he adored your and how much he enamored you.Â
Too bad he wasnât home yet, you thought as you dropped your bag and hung up your coat, then walked down the length of the rose petal trail. It would be difficult to not break into whatever was waiting down the hall for you without him, but heâd be home soon enough and then you two had the entire night together, and it wouldnât be a short one.Â
But when you opened the bedroom door and flicked the light on, it wasnât a pile of romantic gifts on the bed that you sawâit was Sam, spread out and lounging atop a big smattering of those rose petals, and he was chewing on a strawberry in nothing more than a pair of bright red boxers.
âSamuel!â you shouted, bringing a hand to your chest. Totally unexpected in every way, his sudden appearance had given you quite the fright. Sam having his own key to yours and Dannyâs place sometimes proved to be a total disruption. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWaiting for you,â he answered, sitting up and crossing his legs. âAnd waiting for Daniel.âÂ
Since youâd been given a moment to catch your breath, you could see the bowl of strawberries next to him and the bottle of champagne, the box of chocolates and a can of whipped cream all on the floorâyouâd guessed correctly about those. You just hadnât guessed right about your boyfriendâs best friend being there too, because that thought had never entered your mind.
âWhat? Why?â you asked, remaining standing in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest. You loved Sam with all your heart, but Danny had your heart and soul, and youâd really been looking forward to Valentineâs Day with JUST your boyfriend.Â
âHe said he didnât want you to have to spend one single minute of Valentineâs day alone,â Sam told you, then patted the empty space next to him. âJoin me, Y/N. Iâve been waiting for fucking ever.â
âSam, you know I get off work at five,â you replied, still motionless and still feeling bristly from this unexpected turn of events. All day, youâd been thinking about Danny, not his best friend.
âAh, thatâs right. I forgot.â Sam grinned, those Bambi eyes turning scandalous as he looked at you. âWell, between now and whenever Danny gets home, I could also get you off for real. Doesnât that sound nice?â
You sighed with more irritation than was sincere, because a tingle was already between your legs at the thought of that and at the image of Sam before you, always so beautiful even when he was annoying and obscenely intrusive. It wouldnât be cheating. You and Danny had an arrangementâboth of you could fool around with Sam and only Sam whenever you wanted as long as the other knew about it and gave permission. It had never been an issue, primarily because the two of you had always involved Sam together, not separately. Sam proposing some one-on-one time with you was brand new.Â
âDid Danny say that was okay? Really?â
Sam nodded fervently. âHe said we can do anything and everything until he gets here. So what do ya say?â He gestured to the nightstand lamp that was glowing a soft, warm yellow light. âAnd turn the light offâyou ruined the mood.âÂ
You considered all of that, lips pursing as you narrowed your eyes at him. You unlocked your phone and swiped to Dannyâs number. âIâm gonna call him. Just to be safe,â you said, and you caught Sam rolling his eyes in response.Â
âHey, babe,â Danny said when he picked up, so casualâlike he hadnât orchestrated all of this. So had he really?
âHello, my love. I have a quick question,â you said, eyeing Sam, who looked way too comfortable nearly naked and on your bed without Danny. âDid you really invite Sam over here?â
Danny laughed. âYeah, I did. It was a surprise! I just didnât want you to be alone. But Iâll be home soon.â His pitch dropped and his words slowed just a bit as he asked, âAre you guys having a good time?â
You were in shock all over again, but at least Sam hadnât been sneaky about any of this. Well, so it seemed. You still had some questions: âSo youâre okay with usâŚkilling some time together? Just the two of us?â
Sam grinned in front of you, leaning back on his elbows against the mattress, while Danny said, âSure. Just one thingâhands only.â
âOh?â you chirped, glancing down at Samâs big yet graceful and lithe hands spread out over the comforter.Â
âKissing is also allowed,â Danny told you. Even though he was talking about you and Sam, his voice had returned to being deep and seductive, making that tingle between your legs return. âBut not down there. You know? Not until I come home, anyway.â
Before you could reply, Sam chimed in with, âAsk him if we can drink the champagne.â
âI heard that. Tell him no,â Danny answered. âAnd donât tell him about the other bottle in the fridge. All good, princess?â
âYes, all good. This was all just so surprising,â you admitted. âHow much longer âtil youâre home?â
âProbably another hour. Iâll text you when I leave but I, personally, wonât be surprised if you donât check your phone.â Danny let out a soft chuckle before he added, âHave fun. Just not too much fun.â
âOkay. Love you,â you said, only hanging up after Danny said it right back. Suddenly you were a bundle of nerves with this new venture, and you wished you could crack into the champagne without Sam hogging it for himself. Instead, you reminded yourself that this was just Sam, one of your best friends, Dannyâs own best friend, and someone youâd already kissed and touched more than enough times to be comfortable with doing all that again.
âDanny said to save the champagne,â you said as you flipped the ceiling light off. Then you were stepping forward; Sam was watching, eyebrows slightly raised. âHe also said hands only.â
Sam tsked and rolled his eyes again. âOh, come on.âÂ
You were directly in front of him now; you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. âThose are the rules, Sammy, and weâre gonna follow âem.â
Samâs head turned, his eyes landing on your right hand on his shoulder; when he looked back up at you, dark eyes wide with what you surmised as his own version of surprise, his visage of smugness totally fell away. That was all it took for your nerves to cool off, and it didnât take more than a few moments until you were also just in your undergarments, the two of you lying on the bed with your hands all over one another. Things always moved quickly when Sam was around.
âNo special V-day lingerie?â he asked as he ran one finger down your bra strap. He was on top, straddling you, and his apparent erection was tenting his boxers and pressing right into your thigh.Â
âI was going to put something on,â you said. âBut just for my boyfriend.â It was trueâyou had a matching set of red and pink lace tucked away in the dresser. Instead, you were now still in basic black, though you knew that it was nothing for Sam to complain about. He was lucky to see you in anythingâor nothingâat all, especially with Danny being absent.Â
âIâm your boyfriend right now,â Sam replied, slick and easy, and you laughed and shook your head. He chuckled and brought his hands lower to squeeze your breasts, making your heartbeat speed up. âWhat do you think heâs gonna wear for you? Do you think heâs got some sexy briefs on right now or something?â
You looked up behind yourself, thinking about it for a moment, imagining what Danny truly might be wearing beneath his innocent blue jeans. âMaybe. Heâs clearly full of surprises. Besides, he might want to top what he wore for me last year.â
Sam wiggled on top of you a little bit. âWhatâd he wear last year?â
You could still see it so clearly in your mind. âA purple crushed velvet g-string.â
Samâs jaw dropped. âHe did not.â
You laughed and ran your hands up and down Samâs arms. âHe did! It was made for men, but it still barely covered his junk. I loved it. It was also totally unexpected.â
Sam hummed in thought before he said, âYeah. Danny does have a really big cock.â
Itâd been a while since youâd heard Sam say that word, and it had the same effect on you as it always didâsweeping arousal that made you blush furiously. You could feel the flush spreading up your chest to your neck and face, and Sam, of course, took note. He bent down, cupping your face in his hands, and pressed a long, soft kiss to your lips.Â
Although it had taken only seconds for Sam to help you strip down to your bra and panties and climb on top of you, his kisses remained slow and lingeringâalso surprising. It was as if he was a little nervous too, though he was skilled at playing it off and masquerading as confident, even cocky. Instead of the rushed, over-eager gnashing of teeth and tongue youâd imagined, he was gentle and considering with each brush of his lips and small swipe of his tongue; his hands were the same along your body, with those longer fingers dancing over your skin, his palms skating gracefully over the the planes and curves of your muscles and flesh.Â
You reciprocated, touching him wherever you could. Samâs shoulders were slighter than Dannyâs and his back was narrower and, unencumbered by anyone else, you were able to touch him completely freely. His skin was satiny and warm, inviting beneath your fingers, which slipped lower and lower, traveling down his waist, over his belly, then finally to linger at the elastic waistband of his boxers.
âShould I take them off?â Sam asked, his lips pressed against your chin while the kisses were paused.Â
âI think,â you said as you indeed thought about it, quickly coming to a conclusion while Sam ground against you. âWe should leave what we have on, on. Let Danny unwrap us both when he gets home. Itâs the least we can do.â
Sam gave a huff of disapproval, but your hand wrapping around his cock cut the noise short. He sighed with what sounded like relief instead and nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath warm against your ear as he said, âFair enough. A few scraps of fabric have never truly impeded me.âÂ
âYou hate clothes,â you said with a small laugh. You caressed Samâs upper back with one hand while the other still managed to stroke him down below, the weight and structure of his dick still very obvious in your hand despite the layer of cotton acting as a barrier.Â
âYeah, but I like you enough to respect your wishes.â Sam hummed and humped into your hand as his nose brushed against the side of your neck. âThis feels good, but you sliding your hand down there might feel better.â
To spare him from chafing and ruining the whole night, you obliged and, when you did, Sam reciprocated by slipping his fingers beneath the top of your panties. Though the contact was expected, your breath still hitched at the sensation, then a quiet moan slipped out when Samâs middle finger slid right over your clit.Â
It was a little funny, or that was the best word you could come up with in your Sam-filled haze, that just as you were fully relaxing into everything, Sam said, âThis is kinda weird without him, isnât it?â You didnât have time to reply before he deliberately circled your clit and went on: âIf Danny was here now, what do you think heâd be doing?â
It didnât take long to conjure the image in your head which you relayed to Sam: âIâd have my head in his lapâŚand heâd be leaning over me to kiss you.â
Sam popped up, looking into your eyes now with rejuvenated excitement. âYou think so?â He glanced up while his fingers slid down, spreading through your warmth and wetness. âYeah, I could see that.
Your groin tightened as Sam, seemingly unknowingly, teased you, still looking up as though he were still musing to himself. âDo you like kissing Danny?â you asked, already knowing the answer. Sam never did anything he didnât want to do, and he had kissed Danny a lot. You were pretty sure the two of them had kissed long before you and Danny had kissed.Â
Samâs eyes met yours, and a tiny smile just barely curled one side of his mouth. âFuck yeah, I do.â He dove back down to plant a kiss on your mouthâthis one was searing, stealing your breath away, and you didnât doubt the sudden surge of passion was inspired by him just thinking about kissing your boyfriend again. Soon, that would be reality for both of you.
As you fisted Samâs cock beneath his boxers and the kisses carried on, a dribble of precum helped the slide and you imagined Danny behind him, holding him and kissing his neck. You moaned softly against Samâs mouth as your imagination kept constructing those pictures behind your closed eyes, and as two of Samâs fingers slid inside you to curl and pump slowly.Â
The slightly distant sound of the front door opening and closing made you both pause. You turned your cheek, breaking your swollen, tender lips away from Samâs, and Sam also turned his head to listen. When Dannyâs gentle footsteps sounded over the wooden floorboards, he looked back down at you with a broad smile, white teeth gleaming. He winked before he rolled off you and laid on his back, tucking his arms behind his head and staring at the open doorway.Â
You stood up, legs slightly shaky, and met Danny just before he could step inside the room. He smiled even bigger than Sam had, eyes brightening as soon as he looked at you, and scooped you into a tight hug with his face pressed into your hair.
âHappy Valentineâs day,â you said against his shoulder. One of Dannyâs hands trailed down your waist to your ass, giving it a squeeze, and you sighed. You leaned back and reached to touch his face, guiding it to yours, and the kiss your boyfriend gave you felt like the only gift you really needed. Everything else was a bonus.
Danny pulled back, that one hand still on your ass while the other caressed your hair and the nape of your neck. âHappy Valentineâs day, babe. What have I been missing?â
âWeâve been thinking about you, big man,â Sam announced from the bed, and Danny peered past you to look at him. You pivoted to lean against Dannyâs side and look back at his best friend.Â
Danny laughed, but you caught him also blatantly raking his eyes up and down Samâs long, nearly-naked form, then your own. âRed boxers, Samâso festive.â
Sam held his hands up over his head. âYou said hands only, so I kept them on.âÂ
âAppreciate it,â Danny said, hooking his arm around your waist and holding you close, his eyes still fixed on Sam.
âWe have to get your clothes off,â you declared, revved up by just the unwavering and smoldering eye contact those two boys were sharing. You tugged at the hem of Dannyâs sweater, lifting it up past his stomach, then Sam was shifting in your peripheral vision. A second later he was standing there next to you, unbuckling Dannyâs belt as you got the sweater completely up and over his head.Â
Once Dannyâs upper body was clothing-free and his jeans were being yanked down by Sam, he grabbed a handful of Samâs hair and pulled him up. You watched, thighs pressing together with an ache, as Danny enraptured his mouthâhe held the side of Samâs sharp, pretty face while their lips moved together and a slip of their tongues interrupted, and Samâs hands gripped Dannyâs hips tight, his fingers digging into his lower back.Â
You and Sam ended up both swarming Danny with hands and mouths; Danny had to cajole the two of you to the bed and he ended up on his back with you on one side, Sam on the other. Both the boysâ boxers were discarded, then Dannyâs hands were back on you, tearing your panties away and unhooking your bra.Â
âI waited all day for this,â Danny said, cupping the back of your head and bringing you closer for a sweet kiss that made you melt against him.Â
âMe fucking too,â you heard Sam say, then you glanced toward him, watching him latch his mouth to Dannyâs neck. His hand roamed down Dannyâs body to grab his cock and Danny gasped while he threw his spare arm out to clasp Samâs shoulders.Â
âI still canât believe you guys planned this without me,â you said, sliding down the bed on your knees. You pulled one of Dannyâs legs to the side to kneel between them, giving Sam another minute of stroking your boyfriendâs cock before you knocked him away and took it over for yourself.Â
âWe both felt pretty confident youâd be into it,â Danny explained, then exhaled deeply. He was idly running his fingers over Samâs shoulder while he watched you jerk him off, then his thighs quivered around you when you sent a trail of saliva dripping down over the head of his cock. âOh fuck,â Danny said softly, transfixed on you for another moment until he looked at Sam, Dannyâs dark eyelashes fluttering while Sam stared right back at him and licked his lips. Samâs hands found Dannyâs chest, fingers toying with his nipples while he leaned forward and stole your boyfriend away into a sequence of heated kisses that made that ache in your belly intensify.
You just couldnât take much more. Itâd been a while since the three of you had gotten together like this, and you hadnât clearly remembered how viscerally turned on and bewitched just watching those two made you. Their kisses were fluid and full of passion, so much history and love between them that, every once in a while, got the most profound physical outlet and expressionâhow could you be even slightly annoyed at Samâs interruption of Valentineâs Day when what you were witnessing was so beautiful?
A few more strokes, then you were hiking yourself over Dannyâs hips and sinking down onto his spit-slick cock. Neither he nor Sam expected itâDanny groaned, peeling himself away from Samâs flurry of kisses, and both of them were looking at you now. You had to glance away for a second, biting your lip as Dannyâs impressive size stretched you out and instantly hit all the little sensitive spotsâthe extension of your tender pussy lips, the slight brush of his shaft against your clit, the jab of the head of his cock against your g-spot when you leaned forward. Everything sent shudders and tingles up your spine.
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hands planted firmly on Dannyâs chest, then you were whisked away by his hands on your waist and his mouth on your cheek. Soft kisses spread over your face to your mouth, then everything was interrupted by a sharp grunt.
âAnd you think I move fast!â Sam remarked with a hand in Dannyâs hair, tugging it hard enough to make your boyfriend wince and grunt again.
Dannyâs hands flailed upwards to cease Samâs torment. âJeez, Sam. Chill with that. Tell me what you want.â
Sam looked down at him with a grin. âThe whipped cream.â Before either you or Danny could reply, Sam hopped off the bed, dick swinging, and retrieved the can of it, nearly forgotten, from the foot of the bed.Â
Dannyâs eyes found yours, his hands gentle on your waist. âWhat do you think heâs gonna do with that?â
âEat you up, apparently,â you replied, because Sam was working fast too. He shook the can and uncapped it, then sprayed a line of foamy, white cream up Dannyâs sternum and neck.
âThatâs right,â Sam agreed, bending down to drag the tip of his tongue through just a little bit of it over Dannyâs chest. Then he straightened and pulled you into a kiss, knocking you forward more; you gasped sharply at the pressure of Dannyâs cock inside you, then Sam said, âAnd you are too, right?âÂ
Well, how could you not? Danny had clearly thought about using that whipped cream for more than just strawberries too, and though it was strange, the perfect white cream that was already starting to melt over his golden skin and through his dark chest hair did make him look even more delectable.Â
You bent down too, licking up his sternum, getting him clean, then licked up the streak of whipped cream from the warm column of his neck. You could feel one of Samâs hands in your hair while Dannyâs hands moved down to squeeze your ass again; when you were sliding your tongue up the underside of Dannyâs chin, you felt him pulled to the side. Sam was the culprit againâhis other hand was caught in Dannyâs curls, tugging him closer, and then his hand in your hair was gone to wrap around his own cock instead.
âOh my god,â you said, transfixed as Sam squirted some whipped cream onto the head of his cock and Danny wasted no time. He swapped one of his hands for Samâs ass too, urging him forward while he stuck his tongue out; he slid it around Samâs sweetened cock, slurping the whipped cream up, then Sam pushed forward, sliding himself deeper into Dannyâs mouth.Â
Samâs head tilted back, his lips parted in ecstasy, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. âFuck yeah, Danny. Show her how much you love sucking my dick.â You trembled on top of Danny, feeling paralyzed and so tight with red-hot arousal. Your own mouth fell open in endless surprise when Sam, dropping his head forward, hair hanging in his face, went on with, âFuck up into Y/N while you suck me off, okay, beautiful?â
Danny could only let out a stifled moan in response. You were stuck on studying both of their facesâSamâs plush, pink lips still parted as he gazed down at Danny, his dark eyes even darker with stormy arousal. Dannyâs long lashes were pressed beneath his eyes, his strong brows knitted slightly with his effort, his cheeks hollowed. Beneath your hands, you could see his chest was flushed and still a little shiny with leftover spit and remnants of that whipped cream, then you saw his ribs press against his skin when his hips shoved up, taking Samâs request seriously. He started to fuck up into you and a moan tore out of your chest, and one hand flung out to grab Samâs arm.
Sam twisted his upper body to meet you, his long fingers finding your cheek, stroking your own heated skin, then tangling in your hair. You made him taste the whipped cream on your lips and tongue and swallow your shallow moans as Danny kept thrusting upward, apparently unencumbered by the dick in his mouth. His hand on your ass found your clit, his thumb brushing over it while his fingers splayed over your belly, and Sam began to moan more freely too while he was, undoubtedly, brought closer and closer to the pinnacle of his pleasure.
Suddenly Sam hissed and shook himself away from you. His head fell back again and his entire body was shuddering while he tugged on your hair and tugged on Dannyâs with the other; you saw Dannyâs eyes open and look up at him. That shared, prolific stare and Dannyâs thumb circling your clit with his hard cock deep inside you, repeatedly jutting against your walls, had you mentally scrambled and physically in shambles.Â
Danny popped off Samâs dick to say, âOh man. You two are gonna come at the same time, arenât you?â and that expert prediction was timed perfectly with your shuddering orgasm, your pussy squeezing tight around Danny, and Samâs very vocalized one to match. As Danny jerked him off and gave little licks to the tip of his cock, Sam huffed and groaned, whimpered and whined, and as the aftershocks of your own orgasm were running through you, another, wilder shock shot through as Sam came all over Dannyâs face and into his mouth.
Everything seemed beyond your control, reallyâSam and Danny were such an enchanting duo that you were lost, wrapped up in them, uninhibited and free to feel as much as you wanted. And there was a lot to feel, and a lot to give, and one thing you thought Danny deserved was to feel just a little less messy. Though he really did look beautiful like that, Samâs cum painted over his cheekbone and jaw, a dribble caught on his bottom lip, so you took in the image for another moment before you lowered yourself and licked all of it away.
âWow, Sammy,â you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You wanted to give more, to ride Danny now and make HIM come, but your whole body felt like jelly. âYou taste better than I remember.â
âClean living,â Sam said breathlessly, his eyes still closed, staying closed as he collapsed back onto the bed next to Danny in a heap. He seemed to forego that clean living for now, because he opened his eyes and reached for the whipped cream to uncap it and spray a heaping glob of it into his mouth. He turned and blinked slowly at Danny as he swallowed, then said, âWhy didnât you finish?â
âI was close,â Danny said. You were going to offer to get him there as you were, still clenching around his cock and steady over his hips, but he rolled you over instead. He started to move his hips again, giving shallow but dense thrusts into you; he whipped his head to the side to look at Sam and added, âYou shooting your load all over my face distracted me.â
Sam snorted and crawled over to meet the two of you, his hair hanging above your face, his throat bobbing slightly as he tilted his chin up and replied with, âYou loved it, Daniel.â Then he peered down at you and touched your forehead, petting your hair back, as you caressed Dannyâs biceps and hooked your legs around his hips. âBut I wonât be insulted when you love coming inside Y/N even more.â
Danny chuckled, then he gritted out, âGodâfuck!â You chuckled too, gazing up at him, who was only blatantly blasphemous while in bed. As his own warm slick filled you up, you pulled him down and let him pant in your ear as you kissed and nibbled on his neck, then down to his shoulder, letting his thrusts die down into tiny rocking motions.Â
You wished you could see what Sam saw too, thoughâhow Dannyâs traps locked up for a second, how his shoulders squared before slumping, how his thighs and ass tightened just as his cock and balls swelled before softening. But what you actually saw was good as well, even more so when Danny lifted himself up and smiled at youâthat perfect, charming, sweet-as-sugar smile was the cherry on top.Â
Or maybe the strawberry, which Sam was eating another one of, coming back to life in full lines, shapes and color once Danny moved off you and took you in his arms. Sam met you two against the headboard, leaning on your right side as Danny leaned on your left, and topped a strawberry with whipped cream before he extended his hand to feed it to you. You chewed and relaxed between your boys; Sam prepared another strawberry and passed it off to Danny.
âSo can we open that champagne now?â Sam asked, resting his head on your shoulder. âOr are you guys gonna kick me out now for your own little love fest?â
You exchanged a glance with Danny, who then leaned forward and said to Sam, âI mean, youâre already here. You could stick around for a while longer.â
âAnd yes, we can open the champagne,â you added, to which Sam gave a victorious smile.
âExcellent,â he said with a contented sigh. A moment of bizarrely comfortable silence passed between you three unorthodox, codependent, brazen and deeply adoring people before he asked, âDoes this mean I can see you in that lingerie?â
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Could you write an Orpheus x reader fic where the two of them are unknowingly pinning over each other? Have a wonderful day/night too!
OMG. yes. tysm.
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+ Halloween special?? (it dosent have any halloween things. i actually planned to post this yesterday)
Pairing: Orpheus (IDV) x GN! Reader
Warnings: None really, just some oblivious mess of a fic lol. And some grammar mistakes ofc
Word count: Idk man i aint counting this shit... (i only know this is probably my longest work yet...)
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You arrived at the manor a few weeks prior, and so far, it's been nice. Most of the other survivors were nice, teamwork for matches were there, (even if sometimes it didnt really work out and you and the 3 others had a shameful lose.) it felt better than your old life to be precise.
But there was this one survivor that had peaked your interest. That survivor being none other than Orpheus himself. He was a quiet individual, sure, but whenever he spoke his voice felt like silk, something you could listen to for hours and hours without a stop.
You wanted to get closer to him, to get to know him better. But you didnt want to come off as rude or obnoxious. So you did what any other normal person would do who's afraid of making the first move. You wrote a letter.
The handwriting was 'neat' in youre opinion, the contents... probably okay. You were just waiting for his response.
You werent sure that if he took you up on the offer to be friends, or he would just nit-pick your wording and grammar, but your heart told you it's worth a shot.
And indeed was it worth it.
At first it was obvious he was hesitant to meet, but after a few meetings/'hang outs' as you called it, he realized you werent so bad after all.
You two quickly clicked. You two had similar interests, similar type of 'humor', and it just felt so perfect for you.
And you hoped it would be the same feeling for him too.
"[Y/N]?"
You're head perked up as you heard his beautiful voice. Your name rolling perfectly off his tounge.
"Yes, Orpheus?"
You question.
God, how much he loved your voice.
At first he wasn't that much of a fan of you, but now, he would do anything to just merely be in your presence.
"I have a question for you."
You raise an eyebrow at that. What does he have to know?
"Hit me."
You respond
"What is youre favourite color?"
"Uh... [Favourite color]. Why?"
"Oh nothing. I was just curious."
He responds.
In reality, he just wants to learn about you. Anything in general.
Whatever you say he memorizes. Or writes it down somewhere. It may sound stalker-ish but when you're stuck in a manor where you're being hunted down by monsters and where you might go nuts, it dosen't really matter.
And most of the days just went like this. Orpheus or you popping up in eachothers spaces to ask questions about eachother, or just talk.
The other survivors were practically begging you to get together with Orpheus, appearently you and him are 'All over eachother', which is not true!
You two only hang out. And talk all the time. And team up during matches. And save eachother without a second thought even if it meant one of you'd lose the match. And share food with eachother-
Okay now thats pretty sus in reality...
And that's when you realized for once. (And finally.)
You like... No. You love Orpheus.
After you realized... you... kind of kept a distance between him and you.
You just didnt know what to do with these new feelings. They are foreign. New. Whatever you want to call it, but its not familiar.
And of course, this action did not go unnoticed by Orpheus, see, he is a really attentive person, he 'knows these stuff', as you told him once
Whenever he called your name, or even tried to get in your personal space, you moved away or just simply ignored him.
Which did not sit right with him at all.
You two got along so well, what happend?
Did he do something wrong?
Did he offend you with something he said?
He knows he can be blunt but did he hurt you??
Needless to say he was confused. Very confused.
So one day, he decided to write a letter.
If he wrote you didnt have a chance to runaway... right?
And the letter was... detailed. Way too detailed.
He wrote about his worries that he offended you, he asked why are you ignoring him and if he did something wrong, and he said he misses you.
When you read the letter that got pushed trough the small space under your door, you didnt know how to take it.
Did this mean he likes you too? Or what does this mean..?
Let's say you wrote a letter back. But you were way bolder.
You poured out your heart into that letter, you told him how much your heart aches whenever you cant see him, but you realized these strange feelings that kept bugging you.
That you love his silky voice, whenever he talks it felt like a lullaby to you that you could just sleep on without a care in the world.
And when HE read the letter he was flabbergasted. No better or worse word to describe it.
After thinking deeply and reading your letter over and over again, he realized it too.
What he felt inside his stomach whenever you two were close wasn't only friendship. It was love.
He finally realized, you did too.
So he wrote a letter back, again.
Confessing that he felt the same, and that you two should meet up already because he misses you.
In the end... You two confessed the same way you two's friendship started to bloom.
#i have no idea how pining works in reality#i also dont know how to tag#idv x reader#idv#idv dating hcs#idv headcanons#hcs#idv scenarios#idv fanfic#idv fanfiction#scenarios#idv orpheus#idv orpheus x reader#idv novelist#fanfiction#eugenestutters
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blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader
summary: you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit .
WC: 3.4k
warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI one tiny mention of the colonel, smut, smut and more smut, oral(m.receiving), protected sex(because i finally remembered to write it in this time!), riding, idk im missing tags
notes: based on this, this is my favorite look on elvis like. Ever. he looks so good yall. i'm having like the worst week so i wrote this to cope lol also i know he had two shows that day but for my own purposes he only had a night show. may contain inaccuracies or mistakes as always. enjoy!
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although you loved working at your little newspaper job, it'd been a rough last few weeks. your boss only allowing you to write the most boring articles you'd ever written. local woman celebrates her 100th birthday, it rained yesterday, the price of milk went up by one cent, it wasn't enough. you needed more, a challenge. so when the awful, loud coworker that you hated oh so much got the piece for elvis presley's upcoming show at madison square garden, allowing her to attend the press conference, you were about 5 seconds away from quitting.
"oh, they're definitely fucking." another coworker whispered to you, leaning on your cubicle. you scoffed. "no way, i just think she's good at kissing his ass." you turned your head to the side, watching as she let out a squeal as she hugged your boss tightly. "yeah, if sucking dick counts as kissing ass. you deserved that piece." they said to you, walking away after giving you a slight pat on the back. it was true though, you deserved to write about it. that should have been you screaming and thanking your boss. you put in more effort into your work than she did, it wasn't fair. apparently your other coworkers thought the same, inviting you out to drinks after work. you raised your glass, "here's to hoping somethin' very very bad happens to her-" you slurred. "-so the article goes to me!" everyone laughed and raised their glasses along with you. obviously you didn't want her dead or anything that crazy, just something enough to let your boss hand it over to you.
it was almost as if the gods above you heard your prayers. you had the day of the press conference off and had slept in a few hours later than usual. the phone rang, waking you up from your deep sleep. you answered groggily to your boss who asked if you'd be able to attend in your coworkers place as she'd gotten the flu and could no longer go. you couldn't turn the offer down, it was a dream come true. not only would you be seeing elvis up close and in real life but this piece could have people taking you more seriously. now all you had to do was come up with questions to ask him. this was supposed to be his first large show in new york and you had the honor of being there, you needed to have good questions but you also needed to look good.
after a shower and rushing the office to get your press pass, you finally made it to the hotel for the conference. you'd never been so nervous for anything in your life, you were practically shaking when you showed your pass to get in. there were people everywhere, cameras everywhere all over the floor. you still managed to get a spot near the front, right in front of the table where elvis would be seated. you pulled out your recorder and notepad from your bag. it was such a surreal moment for you. it got more real once his father was brought out , followed by vernon waving and taking a quick seat right as the same man who introduced him announced "mr.presley brought a friend with him!". the room filled with claps and cheers as elvis walked out, smiling and standing proud next to his father, hands on his hips and nodding towards everyone. he looked incredible, wearing the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen that goes well with his tan, the undershirt was gorgeous. a white and blue floral-dotted pattern with the collar up. not to mention the dark blue cape supported by his collar.
"first of all, i plead innocent of all charges!" he joked as he took a seat.
him and vernon took a second to adjust their seating. "we love you elvis!" a woman yelled from the back. "thank you dear, love you too. thank you" he said loud and proud, leaving you melting. elvis was so lovely, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh but always giving everyone a real answer. you hadn't spoken up though, the nerves were getting to you, still starstruck by the fact elvis was right in front of you. you just couldn't get over how handsome he looked, that shade of blue against his tan skin was doing something to you. if you had been sitting down, you'd definitely have to cross your legs or keep your thighs tightly squeezed together. you made the mistake of wearing a skirt as well, everyone else was dressed casually while you were dressed like it was another day at the office. the way he stood up to unbutton his blazer and show off his gold belt definitely made those feelings of yours a lot worse.
a little later into the conference, elvis finally took a glance at you, giving you a soft smile. "you hadn't said a word this whole time, cat got your tongue?" you turned slightly red as his words, truth is, you didn't really know what to ask him. "a-ah-mr.presley, you'll have to excuse me.." you stuttered. "elvis." he corrected. "-elvis, i'm just a little starstruck that's all." he let out a small laugh. "um-so-how are you enjoying new york? has anything caught your eye? you must be very excited to play tonight."
elvis moved his eyes up and down on you, grinning. "oh, something has caught my eye, alright." your mouth dropped, leaving you speechless. "i've been enjoyin' new york, real excited for tonight. it's gonna be a good show."
there were a few more questions, a couple towards vernon along with a few photos being taken. the colonel finally came out, saying they had to wrap it up. you almost felt sad, only keeping your eyes glued to elvis and the suit he was in till he left the room. as you got up, you were quickly approached by someone on his team asking for you to stay behind. your nerves getting the best of you once again, were you in trouble? everyone cleared out, taking their cameras and such out of the room as you stayed behind, taking a seat on the edge of the stage.
"hey darlin', sorry to keep you waiting." if you had turned your head any faster, you could have easily broken your neck. there he was, the most beautiful man to ever walk on this earth, walking towards you with that famous lip curling grin on his face.
you got on your feet, pushing your skirt back down to an appropriate level. "oh my-mr.presley! it's an honor to meet you!" you held your hand out for him to shake, to which he took and placed his lips on the back of your hand. "thought i told you to call me elvis, hon."
"right! sorry, mr-ah-elvis." you replied awkwardly. "what can i do you for?" you asked, trying to not look down at the rest of him. you couldn't help but stare.
"i'm supposed to go back and rehearse for tonight, but i think there's somethin' better i'd like to do instead." he moved his face closer to yours, the smell of his cologne and aftershave filling the inside of your nose.
"and what would that be?"
"why don't you come with me and find out?" he said under his breath. he took your hand and scurried you to his room, trying to avoid more of the press and his manager.
clicking the lock behind him, he began to shimmy off his blazer before you stopped him. "can you leave that on? just for a minute?" he raised an eyebrow at you, pulling you closer to him. "you like the suit mama? saw you eyein' me down in there" he had you pressed against him with his arms around your waist.
"thought you looked so pretty up there," you ran your hand over the soft fabric of his bright blue blazer, adjusting his collar slightly. "matches your eyes."
a shiver went down his spine as you touched him, aching for you more and more. "well, aren't you sweet?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek.
"here's what's gonna happen baby, you're gonna suck me off then you're come to my show tonight and let me fuck you afterwards, sound good?" he explained, your own arousal was growing more and more as you felt him against you.
"yessir." he pulled away from you, chucking the gold plated belt that he had shown off earlier onto the bed then untucking his shirt from his pants. you kneeled down, the rough carpet hard on your knees. you'd definitely be feeling that later. you ran your hand over the swell on his pants and scanned his eyes for permission as you reached for the zipper. "go on, baby."
you unzipped the bright blue pants and carefully dragged them down to his thighs, being met with with his leaking, hard cock. you almost wanted to comment on his choice of wearing no underwear, but the clock was ticking. you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking along the angry, protruding vein on the underside of his cock. you slowly took him in to give your throat time to adjust. taking him all in, he let out a soft groan and placed a hand in your hair.
he watched as you took him in and out of your mouth, fingernails digging into his thighs. "gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours?"
you moaned in response, his cock twitching at the vibration from your noises. he moved his hand to the back of your head, gripping at your hair as he fully thrusted himself in you. you were pretty much swallowing him whole, gagging slightly causing tears to fall from the corners of your eyes. "you should look at yourself hon, lookin' so fucked out. goddamn, you're gorgeous."
your throat relaxed around him, glassy eyes locking into his lust-filled ones as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. "yea baby, just like that." he gasped, throwing his head back as his movements went faster.
"not gonna last--where do you want me?" he shakily asked.
you gave his thighs a squeeze, groaning around him as permission to cum down your throat. the last thing you wanted was for him to ruin and make a mess of that pretty blue suit of his. your noises sent him shooting right down your throat, the taste both salty and sweet, swallowing all of it right up and not missing a single drop.
he panted heavily as you slowly removed him from your mouth, licking his tip one last time before carefully pulling his pants up and shoving him back in. "wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" you said hoarsely, zipping him back up.
he helped you stand back up, gently fixing your skirt for you. "oh, i'm gonna have some fun with you tonight." he teased. "hate to leave you like this but the colonel's gonna be knockin' on my door any minute." he brought his face close to yours, pulling you in again with a arm around your waist. "wanna see you front row, wait after the show and someone will bring you backstage." he said softly. "gonna treat you real good." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting himself on you. "leave five minutes after i leave, got it?"
"yes, mr.presley." you nodded, purposely not calling him elvis just to rile him up. he pulled away, growling slightly. "thought i told you to call me by my name, but i guess you don't wanna listen." he shook his head and opened the door. "brace yourself, little one. watch yourself." elvis warned before leaving and exiting his room, letting the door slam behind him.
you were front and center for his show that night, just as promised. it was hard going home and resisting the urge to touch yourself, to give yourself some sweet relief after the events from earlier. even during the show, you were practically dripping. it wouldn't be a surprise if you'd left the seat a mess. you had to remind yourself that you needed to pay attention to not just how elvis looked that night, but how his performance was. after all, you had an article to write and unfortunately, you can't exactly have 'i gave elvis head and he fucked me later after his concert!' as the headline, although it'd definitely be eye catching. doesn't really roll off the tongue though.
just as elvis said, someone came for you not long after the show, bringing you to elvis's dressing room where he was sitting on the couch in his white jumpsuit with gold stones decorated around it, zipped down past his chest. you muttered a quick thank you as the man shut the door behind you. "lock the door." he said straight away.
"no hello?" you scoffed, doing as he said then standing awkwardly.
"pft. sorry darlin' c'mere, take a seat next to me." he pat the empty side of the couch for you to sit, giving you a soft smile as you took a seat next to him. "enjoy the show?"
"oh, of course. you were amazing!" you replied quickly. "you really do know how to put on a show, mr.presley."
he tsk'ed at you, shaking his head once again at you not calling him by his name. "you really don't listen, do you?"
elvis pulled your legs over to his lap, causing you to slightly lay flat on the couch. "you know, i don't like when people don't listen to me." he lifted up your leg slightly, throwing your shoe off and trailing kisses from your ankle and down your leg then doing the same to the other.
"guess i need to be punished then?" you teased. "oh mr.presley, please don't punish me!"
elvis took in a sharp inhale at your obvious-fake tone, setting down your leg and crawling over you, one knee in between your thighs and touching slightly at the wetness under your skirt. "no underwear, huh? how dirty." he dug his knee deeper, smirking slightly at the small whine coming from you. "so goddamn wet, you're gonna make a mess of the whole couch."
you slowly pushed yourself onto his knee, begging for any sort of friction on your arching core. you pulled him down to you by his collar, kissing him deeply and opening your mouth slightly for him to slip his tongue inside. you ran your hands over his dark-haired chest up and down as you moaned into his mouth, his knee rubbing up and down your folds. "please-"
you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by rubbing yourself against the fabric of his suit, breathing heavily under elvis. he removed his knee, sitting up slightly. "elvis!" you groaned.
"oh, now you wanna say my name?" he ripped your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, running his hands under your bra and gripping your breasts, squeezing them as he placed kisses everywhere. you unhooked your bra, allowing elvis to toss it to the side and bite around your sensitive areas. "fuck!" you shouted. he was definitely leaving marks that you'd have to cover before returning to work tomorrow, there's no way you were going to be explaining how elvis gave you those marks in the first place.
elvis sat up again, pulling down your skirt and throwing it then bending back down, trailing kisses from your breasts to your dripping, wet pussy. he licked up the wetness, tasing your juices before using his fingers to tease at the bundle of nerves. "you touch yourself today?" he asked, giving your clit a slight pinch.
"n-no, saved myself for you." you stuttered, squeezing your thighs slightly around him.
"good." with no warning, he inserted two fingers inside you, the feeling of his long, calloused fingers you saw him use to play his guitar earlier sending you waves of pleasure. he curled them both, moving them in a fast pace before finally hitting deep enough to make you clench around him.
his eyes met yours, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of you. "god, you're beautiful." he pulled his fingers out of you right as you were about to climax again.
you let out a soft whine at the emptiness, "elvis-" he unzipped his jumpsuit, shimmying out of it and allowing his fully-hard cock to slap against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. "i know, baby. hold on."
"need you so bad." you creeped a hand down to touch yourself as you watched elvis undress and tore open a small condom packet.
he slipped it on and swat your hand away. "sorry mamas, can't be too careful." you flashed him a quick smile. "unlike most men." you joked.
elvis laughed in response. "well, i ain't like most men am i?" you shook your head. "hell no."
he let out another throaty laugh, slowly pushing himself inside of you, groaning at the sudden tightness. "god, you feel so good." he let you adjust a moment, not hesitating to look into your eyes for approval to move.
it was a shame this would most likely be the only time you'd ever see him, you adored him. in love with how gentle he was with you. "elvis, fuck me. please."
"just because you said please." he purred, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. you loved the feeling, you felt so full. it had been so long since any man in your life had made you feel this way. he moved faster, pulling you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he kissed you again, breathing and taking you all in. his arms snaked around your waist, enjoying your warm embrace as he fucked you into oblivion. you let out loud moans into his mouth as you continued to kiss him. "oh elvis, elvis-" the position allowed hit against your g-spot again, the feeling more arousing than before. "oh my god, elvis."
his hips moved faster under yours, panting heavily into your ear. "yeah baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream it, c'mon." you pushed him slightly against the armrest of the couch, allowing yourself to bounce up and down on his lap. you were sure everyone outside his dressing room could hear the lewd noises coming from the both of you, but you could tell elvis didn't care. "takin' me so good." he groaned. you felt him suddenly twitch as his thighs tightened, he gripped your hips tightly as he came, sure enough to leave bruises later.
you came shortly after, screaming his name as you tilted your head back, moaning and making noises you never thought you could make. your legs shook as you rode him through your own orgasm, gripping onto elvis for dear life.
"good lord." he panted. you laid yourself on top of elvis to catch your breath, him still inside you. "i don't-" you breathed. "i don't think i've ever orgasmed like that in my whole life." you said in a breathy laugh.
"you and me both." he said, letting out a sigh. "think you can sit up for me?" you slowly got up, your body starting to slowly ache as you got off of him and winced at the emptiness. "think i might have to call off of work tomorrow." you threw yourself back on the couch as he stood up to throw the condom in the trash. "you gonna write a good article on me?" he tied a robe around himself and grabbed an extra one for you before walking to you to clean you up.
"no, i'm gonna write a piece on how terrible you are." he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, tossing the robe beside you. "after all we've been through?" he fake-cried. you slipped the robe on, not bothering to tie it. "oh shut up, you big baby." elvis took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and lighting a cigar in the other. "listen baby, you say what you wanna say. but if you're nice enough, maybe i'll let you see me again."
you did write a good piece of him, mentioning how great he was on stage and how everyone should see him live at least once. but it was the way you wrote about the press conference and the blue suit that had people swooning. and yes, he called you a few days after the article came out.
#part of me likes this but part of me doesn't#i just wanted to get something out this week#elvis#elvis x reader#elvis 2022#elvis presley#elvis smut
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Beg for Your Hand In Marriage | Robert Keating x Fem!reader
summary: Itâs May, it will be Inhalers last show for a while and your boyfriend just asked you to marry himâŚ
word count: 5.3k
warnings: the usual, swearing, a lot of fluff like a shit ton of fluff, mention of alcohol, mention of drugs, more fluff⌠honestly itâs fluff galore oh and yes uncle!rob is making a comeback (everyone cheered!), also like always my bad writing
request: anonymous; Hey!! Idk if you are doing requests but I was wondering if you can please do a Rob imagine where maybe heâs at band practice and stuff and they are singing a song that he wrote for you and half way he leaves and goes home to you and is like âletâs get married like right nowâ or something like that and youâre like âwhatâ and he gives you like this whole speech but he doesnât even have a ring but say yes anyways and you guys have like a shotgun wedding and itâs cute and the rest of the guys are there. Idk why lol but I imagine Robert have a Vegas wedding lmao
authorâs note: rejoice rejoice i am back, sorry i took me so long but iâve had the worst writers' block oops kinda changed the request i hope thatâs fine :) (also weâre gonna ignore that you need to give a three months notice, at a civil registration service, if you wanna get married in ireland; this is fiction so i decide the rules lol)
Today was the last day of tour. It was a Wednesday in May - May fourth to be exact â and today Inhaler would play their last show for a while, at home in Dublin.
There weren't any tours, or even gigs for that matter, planned besides a few Festival appearances in the UK and Europe, spread out over June and July. After touring their debut album for almost two whole years - with little breaks in between of course, which they used to record their second album - the lads had decided that they all could use a bit of time off before said second album would come out in early September.
Today was the last of three back to back shows in The Academy and you were sure that the band would put their all into it. If this night would be anything like the two before they would blow the roof off the place without a doubt. Figuratively speaking of course.
The snapping of Robert's fingers pulled you out of your thoughts: âWhen did Gary say we'd have to be at the venue again?â
âUhhh,â you looked at your phone. It was 12:10. âJesus love, shouldn't you know that? I mean I'm not the one in the band.â You sighed, desperately trying to remember what their manager had told you yesterday. âDoors open at seven, Soundcheck's probably gonna be sometime between five-thirty and six again, so we should turn up at four at the very latest!â
âOkay.â Rob hummed, turning his attention to Neo, one of the two cats you owned, that was happily purring now that your boyfriend had decided to tickle her behind her ears. âYou like that huh?â
Neo was pitch black from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail. The colour of her eyes fluctuated, depending on how the light hit them, from black like her fur to a light grey with a hue of blue.
Ziggy, on the other hand, was as white as snow â aside from the few grey stripes that were lining her tummy â and had green eyes.
You turned your attention away from the two and looked down at your phone again. You'd hadn't even checked your messages at all today, so you quickly opened WhatsApp. The chat at the top was between you and Ciara who'd apparently sent you another message sometime last night while you were already fast asleep.
'Tomorrow at 3 no later than 4, oh and give Neo and Zig a good head scratch from me'
You chuckled to yourself, your best friend knew you better than you'd like to admit sometimes. You quickly answered her ('thank you and of course, give tobert and harley a kiss from me') before moving on to the other messages that had accumulated since last night on several sites.
âCiara said and I quote: âTomorrow at 3 no later than 4, oh and give Neo and Zig a good head scratch from meâ, so there's your answer.â You laughed turning your attention to the black furball that was comfortably laying on Bobby's lap. Reaching forward you quickly scratched her head, smiling at the way she leaned into the touch. âWhen do you wanna leave?â
âIf we leave at 14:25, so in...â now it was Rob who pulled out his phone to check the time. âTwo hours and fifteen minutes, we'll be at The Academy just before three, so we'd be on time for once.â
âSounds good,â you yawned, a reminder that you hadn't slept more than twelve hours over the last two days combined. âI still reek of sweat, beer and smoke,â you grimaced, remembering the beer that most of your body had been showered in during the lads' set, before getting up from the sofa you were both sprawled out on. âI'm gonna go and hop under the shower real quick.â
âOkay, but don't take too long,â Rob mumbled, his eyes closed. âI was too tired to shower this morning.â
âWe could safe time and water and just shower together,â you shrugged, walking toward the bathroom. âNothing you haven't seen before!â
You purposefully stopped right in front of the door, craning your neck to try to see if your boyfriend was following you.
âI like the way you're thinking Y/N!" Bobby grinned when he had finally caught up with you, before wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. âLet's go, woman,â he laughed at the screech coming from your mouth the second as you lost contact with the floor.
âWe don't have all day!â
You left your flat on time â at 14:23 to be exact â checking if you had everything you needed on you for the third time and making sure that Robert hadn't left any hickeys on your neck (your boyfriend telling you âStop worrying, I made sure to spare your neck and concentrated on your boobsâ) you locked the door behind you and made your way to the Luas station nearest to your place.
The walk to the station took you about ten minutes, the journey on the tram only sixteen and before you knew it you were standing at the back entrance to The Academy.
You both quickly showed your AAA passes to the guard at the door. Gary â their tour manager â had given them to you after last nights gig and you had stashed them away securely in one of the deep pockets of your leather jacket, afraid that if you'd given them to your lover he would have just lost them.
You felt Roberts fingers intertwining with yours as you walked down the narrow corridor towards the bands green room. The familiarity of the place making you feel... almost at home.
For years now the lads had been playing gigs at The Academy. Starting by playing the Academy 2 â which could hold 230 people â and working their way up to The Academy 1 with a capacity of over 830. The most memorable probably were the four back to back gigs they played in December of 2021, which had been sold out for months in advance. They could sell our bigger venues, they had done it plenty of times before, but for their last shows of this album cycle they wanted to play to a smaller crowd and there was no place better than The Academy for that.
For once, you weren't the last ones to arrive (Eli was the last one, with his phone pressed to one ear and a half-eaten chocolate cookie in his other hand) so you decided to lean back and make yourself comfortable on the worn-out leather sofas, waiting for everyone to gather in the semi spacious room.
You were talking to Ciara who was sitting beside you when Gary finally stopped talking with the venue staff and turned his attention to everyone in the room.
âOkay, listen up everyone,â his voice boomed through the green room. âSoundcheck is at five-thirty, after that you're free to roam around backstage and outside. Just try to draw as little attention to yourselves and remember to stay close and keep your passes on you at all times, the venue staff will ask you to identify yourself and check for your pass!â He looked at Elijah, his left eyebrow raised, probably thinking back to the show around three weeks ago when Eli had gone for a smoke five minutes before the show was supposed to start and wasn't let back in.
You chuckled quietly. You were there when it happened, you were the one he had called cursing and grumbling asking you to come to the back door with his pass and show the security that he was in fact allowed backstage because he was the singer of the band that was about to play to 1600 people. You hadnât even tried to stop laughing when you showed the guard at the door yours and then Elis Pass before you were both sprinting through the corridor to reach the stage in time.
Garyâs speech was short and sweet and before you realized he was already out of the door again following one of the roadies, who had some questions for him.
âHey, Y/N.â Eli smiled pulling you into a hug, as best as he could with you on the sofa and him standing in front of said sofa. âI hate to ask this of you, believe me, I do, but Akiras flight from Amsterdam has been delayed so she couldnât make it here with meâŚâ he trailed off. âCould you maybe make sure that she gets her pass?â
âYeah sure,â you smiled at your friend, who was visibly relaxing at your assurance. âWhat times she gonna be here?â
âIf everything goes right, she should be here at five forty, if you could just make sure she gets let in and give her the passâŚâ he pulled the pass out of his jacket, giving it to you. âThat would be amazing!â
âOf course Eli,â you smiled, putting the pass down beside your phone on the little table that was cramped into the corner beside the sofa. âIm gonna send her a text to let her know that I'll wait outside for her!â
âThank you so much, Y/N/N,â Eli grinned. âI owe you one!â
Time moves fast when youâre talking with your friends. Over the last hour and a half, more people had arrived, including your brother, his wife and their daughter â Lennon â who was sitting on your lap and pulling faces at Ryan from across the room. You were sitting on the armrest of the sofa, leaning against Rob's chest, his arm slung over your shoulders and his fingers playing with your hair.
You were laughing at something Josh had said when Gary came back and ushered the band out of the green room towards the stage so they could do their soundcheck. Lennon insisted to watch âuncle Robby and his friendsâ soundcheck, so you hoisted her up on your hip and followed them with Ciara and Gayle.
Lennon was wearing a pair of those big black headphones made for toddlers to protect their ears and was happily jumping around in front of the barrier, looking back to you every once in a while, as if she wanted to make sure that you were still there with her.
You were still there. Ciara, Gayle and you were standing right beside the front of house (sound and light) techs, making sure you werenât in the way and keeping an eye out for your niece, who was smiling brightly at Eli, who was quickly waving at her before turning his attention back to the song they were currently playing.
Over the years you had the pleasure to experience your fair share of Inhalers sound checks. Having been friends for ages before dating Bobby even became an option â you had fancied him for a while before you finally worked up the courage to ask him out â and along the way, you'd seen them soundcheck for shows in the tiniest of clubs, slowly working their way up to play sold-out shows to hundred yes even thousands of fans.
You had accompanied the band on the first half of their UK tour â which was dating back two and a half months now â and then also joined them for the entirety of their European tour, which had ended a week ago, so your sound check experience had grown even more during that time.
The lads were five minutes into soundcheck when you felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your black jeans. It was a message from Akira, telling you that she was about to reach the Academy. You put your phone back, grabbed the Pass that was stuffed into the other pocket and asked the girls if they could keep an eye out for Lennon, before making your way down the corridor that would lead to the same back entrance Bobby and you had used earlier.
âY/N!â you were promptly engulfed in a big hug. âOh my god, I havenât seen you in ages. How have you been darling?â
âGood to see you to Akira,â you giggled into the blonde girlâs neck, still swaying side to side. âIâve been brilliant, how are you, babe?â
She finally let go of you, pushing her sunglasses up and exposing her brown eyes. It was true though, you hadnât seen each other in a while, not in real life at least.
âGreat,â she smiled. âBusy and tired but very happy to have some time off now. Honestly, I havenât slept properly in weeks.â
âWell, I donât think I need to tell you this, but you wonât get much sleep tonight I reckon.â you chuckled, pulling the Pass out of your back pocket. âHereâs the Pass, by the way, the lads are still soundchecking but they should be done soon.â
âYouâre an angel Y/N/N!â Akira said, pulling you into another hug. âI owe you one!â
âYou would not believe it, but your boyfriend said the same exact thing to me.â
âOf course he did.â
Time between soundcheck and the actual show flew by fast. Akira and you had headed straight for the green room, where she put her bags down and sat down beside your sister in law, striking up a conversation with her immediately. You grabbed a water bottle and popped some grapes into your mouth, before sitting down beside Sam and throwing your legs over his lap.
You were laughing at something your brother had said when the door to the green room was opened again, Josh being the first to enter the room his arm swung over Gayleâs shoulder, the others following them.
Robert was carrying Lennon in his arms, throwing his head back, laughing at something Ciara had said who was a step ahead of him and giggling at his reaction. Rob took a swift look around the room, crouching down slightly when Lennon started squirming in his arms, watching her take off and run towards her parents before he wandered towards the sofa Sam and you were sitting on and practically throwing himself down beside you.
You were about to jokingly scold him when but decided against it in favour of watching Elijahs and Akiras reunion.
The blonde girl had jumped up from her place on the leather couch and practically leapt into the arms of her boyfriend who quickly wrapped his arms around her and was now swaying them from side to side. It was a lovely and sweet scene.
Deciding to let the reunited lovers have some little privacy, you turned your attention to your boyfriend pressing a kiss to one of his dimples before cuddling into his chest and listening to his and Sams conversation, interjecting every now and again.
You had been to a lot, a lot of Inhaler shows in the last few years but this one was, without a doubt, the best one yet. The atmosphere was through the roof, from your place on the balcony you had a perfect view of both the stage and the crowd and yeah you were sure this was their best show yet.
The gig flew by quick â to be honest, you hadnât even paid that much attention, rather dancing with your friends and your niece who was happily clapping and laughing along in your arms â and before you knew they were playing Cheer Up Baby, their second last song, so you all slowly made your way down the balcony and backstage again to greet the band when they would come off stage.
While Akira and you waited for them, the rest went back to the green room. Lennon, you could tell, was on the brink of falling asleep in her father's arms. You were sure that they would leave as soon as they could.
âYou guys played amazing tonight!â You were beaming. You quickly hugged Louis and Josh â they were the first to come off stage â being careful with the guitar still hanging from Joshâs shoulders.
âThe crowd was amazing!â Josh smiled back, saying a quick âthank you when Tom took his guitar from him. âDefinitely one of the best shows from this tour.â
Lou, hummed in agreement, opening his water bottle and taking a big gulp.
You welcomed both Eli and Ryan with hugs as well, congratulating them on the good show, making some small talk with Ryan while you watched Eli embrace his girlfriend in a hug and waited for your boyfriend, who stepped down the little stairs a few moments later, engulfing you in a big sweaty hug.
âHey you,â you mumbled into his neck, completely ignoring the sweat that was glistening on his skin. "You did amazing darling!"
âThank you, love,â Rob said, pressing a kiss to your temple. âI assume you had fun?â
âOf course,â you looked up at him, moving your hands, from where they were linked behind his back, up to rest them in between his shoulder blades. âHad a blast dancing with Ciara, Akira and Gayle.â
âYeah, I saw that,â he smiled down at you before pecking your lips. âCommon,â he gently tapped your leg. âLetâs head back, so I can properly say goodnight to my niece!â
Hand in hand you walked back to the green room, where Rob grabbed a bottle of water and a towel before he went over to your brother. Lennon â who looked like she would pass out any second now â got a sudden rush of energy as soon as she saw your boyfriend; a big smile replacing the tired expression that was on her face just seconds earlier.
You chuckled quietly at the two. She really had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers, it was adorable.
âGoodnight Lovebug.â You smiled down at your niece after you joined the little group. âSee you on Friday, okay?â You kissed her nose. âOh, and be good for your Ma and Dad!â
You turned around to your lover.
âIâm in desperate need of a tab,â you sighed. âYou in?â
âOf course,â Rob hummed. âLet me just get my jacket real quick okay?â
You watched him as he crossed the room to grab his leather jacket, exchanging some words with Josh, Ryan and Garry on the way back before he came back, holding his hand out for you to hold.
âLetâs go.â
The air outside was cool and you were glad that you had your jacket on you, cause there was no way in hell you would have taken Bobbys. Not when he was still wearing his sweaty clothes; you didnât wanna have to nurse your boyfriend back to health because he got a cold from not wearing his jacket.
You were leaning against the cold brick wall right beside the back entrance of The Academy, Robert just a few feet in front of you. He was oddly quiet.
Having a post-gig smoke had become part of your routine a long time ago. It calmed both of you immensely and after doing it a few times it just stuck. But usually, Robert would crack some jokes or talk about the show with you, today he didnât.
âEverything okay?â You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
âHmm?â He looked down at you. âSorry, what did you say?â
âI asked you if everythingâs okay!â You repeated yourself, slightly rolling your eyes. âUsually you would have told me a shitty joke by now.â
âYeah, everythingâs fine donât worry,â he grinned, taking his hand that wasnât occupied with holding a cigarette and cupping your face; his thumb gently stroking your cheek. âIâm just a bit tired thatâs all darling, no need to worry!â
The two of you stood in silence again. Your cigarette was long smoked and you were only waiting on Rob to finish his. Maybe thatâs why you didnât expect what he said next.
âMarry me.â
âWhat?â
âMarry me.â
âRobert, what the fuck?!â
âIm serious, I want to marry you. I think I have for a while now, but tonight, seeing you so carefree and genuinely happy, dancing with the girls and with Lennon on your arms made it all click. I never want to be without you, I donât think I can be without you actually.â He smiled down at you. It was the most sincere smile he had ever smiled. âYou mean everything to me Y/N and I would love to get to call you my wife⌠only if you want to of course!â
You thought your eyes were about to fall out of your head. Oh my god was this really happening right now?
âBu- but we donât have ringsâŚâ
âWeâll actuallyâŚâ Robert grinned, quickly looking down at his shoes. âSmo might, perhaps has two very simple silver rings stashed away, that fit us two perfectly.â
And thatâs when you learned that drunk Rob's ideas were things sober Sam forced him to go through with and thatâs why he apparently had wedding bands for you two, stashed away in his kitchen drawer.
The next twenty-four hours went by fast. After telling your friends â whoâd all hugged and congratulated the two of you â and your families, you went straight to planning.
Ryan and Josh, bless their hearts, had somehow managed to get you a date at the registry office, Ciara and Gayle had decided to bake a cake and Akira had agreed to help decorate your parents garden for the party after the ceremony (they had offered their house and garden months ago for the âend of tour partyâ), while Eli and Sam would come and pick you up from your flat to drive you to the registry office, where the rest of your friends and family would be waiting.
You would get married to the love of your life. On Friday. Which was today.
Since the whole planning of the wedding was rather⌠last minute, you had opted to wear a long and flowy dress, which ended right above your ankles. It was a simple summer dress you had worn maybe once or twice before and now it would be the dress you would be married in.
Besides the fact that Rob and you would get married this noon, nothing was different. Like always you had a slow and lazy start into the morning; you woke up first, got up and prepared breakfast, only to be joined by your boyfriend a few minutes later who would hug you from behind and press a kiss to your neck before helping you get everything ready. You would eat outside, on your little balcony, Neo and Ziggy joining you to lay in the sun before you would jump into the shower and get ready.
Just today you wouldnât just throw on one of Bobby's shirts you had stolen ages ago and a pair of jeans, but the aforementioned Summer dress while Robert put on one of the suits he had worn at a photoshoot a few years back. It wasnât exactly the same one, since it was only a loan or the photoshoot but after constant begging from you, he had gone and bought an identical one. He had never worn it, always saying he wanted to wait and wear it for a special occasion. Today was that special occasion.
At 10 am sharp your doorbell rang. Outside stood were Eli and Smo, both also wearing simple suits, big grins on their faces.
âMiss Y/L/N,â Eli winked at you, taking your hand a pressing a light kiss on it making you chuckle and roll your eyes. âMr Keating,â he bowed in front of Robert, whose reaction was similar to yours. âYour carriage is ready for you!â
The carriage was Sam's fifteen-year-old dark blue Audi, which for once looked like it had been thoroughly cleaned, both inside and out.
âMlady,â Eli grinned, holding the car door open for you. Which was followed by a âStop fucking flirting with my fiancĂŠ, Eli.â from Robert.
âBoys,â you raised your eyebrows. âBehave okay?â
âYes, Maam!â Eli said, closing the car door after you had slid into the backseat. âLet's get going,â he hummed. âDonât want you guys to be late for your own wedding!â
The drive was about twenty minutes and before you knew it, Eli was opening the car door again and helping you out of the car. Your friends and family were already waiting, your parents welcoming both you and Bobby with big smiles and long hugs; Roberts parents doing the same.
Since the wedding was planned in just about twenty-four hours, only Roberts and your parents and siblings, and your closest friends â aka the band, their girlfriends and Sam â would be present for the official ceremony⌠oh and Lewis, to take the pictures.
âYou look fucking gorgeous Y/N!â Gayle gushed, hugging you tight. âI can't believe this is actually happening, like what?â
âHmm neither can I,â you chuckled nervously. âIm kinda sweating right now!â
âThatâs totally normal,â the brunette smiled at you before taking your hands in hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. âYou are doing the right thing donât worry!â
âWe actually had a bet going,â Ciara chipped in. âJosh, Gayle, Ryan and I: Who would get married first; between Bob and you and Eli and Akira.â She clarified. âGayle and I said Bobby and You would tie the knot first, Josh and Ryan said Eli and Akira â so I guess that means our boyfriends owe us twenty-five euros each.â
âMhmm,â Gayle smirked. âWe should defo remind them of that again!â
âYou two are something else!â You chuckled, looking down as you felt someone tug on your dress. âHiya Lovebug,â You crouched down to your niece. âIs that for me?â
Lennon was wearing a blue dress, her usually wild blonde locks were braided into two perfect little fishtail braids, while she was proudly pressing a bouquet of wildflowers in various colours to her chest.
âYuppp,â she smiled up at you. âPicked them out on my own!â
âOh wow, Lennon they are beautiful!â You booped the five-year-olds nose, before taking the bouquet. âThank you so much, Angel.â
You watched as she ran off again, towards your brother who promptly picked her up while continuing to speak with Elijah and Sam.
âAre you ready?â Rob mumbled, pressing a light kiss to your neck, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, startling you slightly. âAm sorry if I scared you.â
âNo no, donât worry you didnât scare me, I was just a bit surprised thatâs all.â You hummed, leaning back in his embrace. âIm ready!â You answered his question. âAre you?â
âNever been more ready!â You felt his chest vibrate slightly. âLet's fucking do this!â
Your family and friends were already seated, when Robert and you walked down the aisle together, they were all happily smiling at you two and you were sure that some of them had tears in their eyes.
The ceremony was quick â it was 'only' a Civil Marriage after all â and since all you were feeling was glee and pure ecstasy it felt like it was over in the blink of an eye. The solemniser lead through the wedding beautifully; it was simple and straight to the point but you wouldnât have wanted any other way. You happily signed the Marriage Registration Form, leaning against Robert as you watched Josh and Ciara â your two official witnesses â do the same.
And just like that, it was done. You were married. Wife and Husband. Robert and Y/N Keating.
As soon as you stepped outside of the registry office, your mother pulled you flush against her body. You felt like you were being handed from person to person before you finally stood in front of Rob again. Your husband.
âHi,â you breathed, looking up at him. âWe really did that huh?â
âYeah,â He smiled. He gently grabbed your left hand, looking at the silver ring sitting on your ring finger before pressing a sweet kiss to it. âI love you so much Y/N, so so fucking much!â
âI love you!â You repeated the words to him. âMore than you know.â
The smile on his face was probably the happiest you had ever seen him wear. It was bright and big and you could see his dimples, which was a rare occurrence. You were sure that your smile was probably just as big and bright; you hadnât stopped smiling since the ceremony had started.
Bobby's hands moved up to cradle your face pulling it closer before pressing a sweet and long kiss to your mouth. Like routine, you moved your arms up, so they could lay on his shoulders and cross them at your wrists.
The two of you had shared a lot of different kisses over the years. Shy kisses, slow and sweet kisses, angry kisses, sad kisses, hopeful kisses⌠but non had been so full of love and happiness like this one was.
You took a few pictures in front of the steps of the registry office before all piling into the cars you had come in, to drive to your parent's house where the âend of tour / Bobbys and Y/N/N's Weddingâ party would be held.
Your parents garden looked, to put it simply, fucking beautiful. Lanterns were hanging in the big old tree, the same big old tree your friends and you would sit under in summer and get drunk and high when your parents werenât at home. Wrapped around the smaller apple and cherry trees were fairy lights. The same fairy lights were also wrapped around the strange mix of garden furniture, your parents had accumulated over the years. It simply looked heavenly.
It was several hours later, the sun slowly starting to set, your makeup smudged and hair far wilder than it had been that morning, your shoes had been discarded long ago and you were somewhere in between buzzed and drunk when Sam and Ryan came over to you and sat down beside you, one on either side.
The three of you sat in silence for a while before you said something.
âI heard you owe your girlfriend twenty-five euros,â you chuckled as you turned your head towards Ryan. âBetter pay up before she makes it fifty!â
âThank you for reminding me.â Ryan shook his head, not able to hide the smile on his face. âHow are you doing?â
âIm doing fantastic!â You smiled, then turned your attention to Sam. âThank you.â
âYour welcome,â he grinned. âBut for what exactly are you thanking me?â
âOh, just,â you trailed off, your attention landing on Lennon who was dancing with Rob and now manically waving at you. You waved back, grinning before turning your attention back on Sam. âI heard you played a huge role in Rob getting the rings in the first place. So without you, we wouldnât be here now!â
âOh yeah that,â he smirked. âOf course. I mean thatâs kinda my duty as his best friend, to make him go through with the ideas he gets when he's drunk and missing you!â
The three of you all laughed before you fell silent again.
âYknow, Sam is a great name for a baby⌠and it's unisex!â Sam said. Ryan snorted before chipping in. âWell, the same goes for Ryan.â
âHuh?â You looked at your two best friends, âWhat the fuck are yous two on about now?â
Ryan nudged you before pointing at Bobby and Lennon. âLook.â
Your husband was swaying gently with his niece in his arms. Her head was resting on his chest and she looked like her eyes would fall shut any second now.
Oh⌠ohhhhh
âYa reckon thatâs the next step for you two?â Ryan asked, his eyes fixed on his best friend who was now gently passing the little girl in his arms to her mother, before turning around, his eyes finding yours instantly a warm smile on his lips.
You mirrored his smile. âMaybe.â
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SUMMARY: Tae and Jimin return from the army, and you fulfill a promise made to Tae.
RATING: E
A/N: went on hiatus but almost immediately wrote this LOL. it got finished a lot earlier than I expected because my wifi went out for a couple of hours yesterday and I had nothing better to do.
Big thank you to my betas @knjkittenâ @astrobabezblogâ @xoxrinaxox (tumblr wont let me tag) for looking through this for me!
WARNINGS: implicit yandere (the verse is yandere, but this is a pwp so itâs not too apparent here) | smut | reunion sex | breeding kink | sloppy seconds | threesome (ig?)
WORD COUNT: 3.5k
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For Taehyung, the two years spent in the military were akin to hell. He was away from his brothers, his dog, his family and most of all, you. You were the sweet and soothing presence in his life whoâd made being in the spotlight so much more bearable. It was less annoying and painful being in the spotlight, having to answer silly interview questions about his ideal type and his favourite line in every comeback single when he knew he could come home to you.
There was also the matter of the promise youâd given him right before all of them had left for the military. He thought about it in every spare moment he had, every night before going to bed, all the times that he spent sitting in the parade square with his company waiting for something or other, every time youâd come to visit, or heâd had a weekend off to come home and visit you. After all this time and energy spent thinking about it, the anticipation was killing him.
By some strange twist of fate, he and Jimin are being discharged on the same day and coming straight home to you. The logistics of having you at their discharge ceremonies, especially with all the cameras and people, were too difficult, so youâre at home waiting. His family came to pick him up and take him back to Seoul, and he feels bad, but heâs never been so uninterested in spending time with them in his life.
When they finally drop him off at the dorms, heâs just about vibrating out of his skin in excitement, something his family chalks up to seeing the boys again, after all this time. And theyâre right, kind of. Itâs not even the half of it. He doesnât let them come into the dorms, spouting some bullshit about how itâs late and heâll be fine, that they should just get home safely.
He bursts out of the lift onto his floor in excitement, his giant army pack no deterrent for him as he makes a beeline for the dorm. Youâre right on the other side of the front door, he knows, and the second that it takes the electronic lock to recognize his thumbprint feels like an age. When he finally hears the jingle that means the door is unlocked, he pushes it open so forcefully that it bangs against the wall. Jumping at the noise, he feels a bit like a fool until he catches sight of you, standing in the hallway staring at him with wide eyes.
Itâs not like you hadnât seen him for the entire time heâd been away, but it had been a couple of months since his last day off, and youâve missed him so much. You want to take in how good he looks in his army uniform from a distance, but more than that, you need to hug him now, and you take off, sprinting towards him at full speed.
With instincts honed by years of being with you, he takes a step into the apartment, drops his backpack carelessly on the ground and opens his arms to catch you. When youâre close enough, you take a running leap and wrap your arms and legs around him, pressing your lips onto his urgently. Taehyung doesnât miss a beat as he wraps his arms around you securely, kissing you back with all the pent-up desire and love that heâd been holding on to. He doesnât bother taking off his shoes as he kicks the door shut blindly then slams you against the wall, the feel of your tongue sliding against his, making his belly tighten.
âThat was quite an entrance.â Jimin comments from behind you, standing on the edge of the genkan, his toes curling over the step. Taehyung turns to regard his friend, letting up on you so that you can put your feet back on the ground. You smile as you watch the two friendsâ reunion, Taehyung closing the gap between them to hug Jimin. Heâs so much taller that even though heâs standing in the genkan, theyâre about the same height, and itâs adorable.
Taehyung and Jimin hadnât seen each other in over a year, because for some reason their breaks never coincided with each other, so you donât take it personally that they seem more excited to see each other than either of them had been to see you. After a long hug they finally separate; still smiling at each other sappily and you skip over, taking their hands in yours.
Jimin cocks a brow at you, smirking as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. âThis one hereâs been excited for you to get back.â he tells Taehyung, who grins at you rakishly in response. It appears that he hadnât been the only one excited for your reunion.
You whine in embarrassment and step out of the genkan, burying your face in Jiminâs shoulder. "You said we couldnât start until Tae got back!â you protest, voice half-muffled.
âStart what?â Taehyung asks interestedly, although itâs obvious he knows the answer already. Itâs written all over Jiminâs ruffled hair and the pretty flush on your cheeks and going down your neck, disappearing into the neckline of the babydoll thatâs barely staying on your body. One of the straps hangs off your shoulder, causing the neckline to droop dangerously.
The clear intent to which Taehyung stares at your breasts almost spilling out of the babydoll soothes your ruffled feathers somewhat. You know heâs been thinking about this â the dirty texts and calls had been increasing in both frequency and intensity as his discharge date inched closer.
About six months ago, youâd gone to have your IUD removed, and Taehyung had, of course, been the most excited of your boys about it, fussing over you as much as he could from the military base where he was stationed. He had sent his assistant over with samgye-tang, even though you were completely fine and could order your own food if you needed it. It had still been nice though, and you always felt loved and cared for by Taehyung, even when he couldnât be with you in person.
Since then, however, the knowledge of what he was going to do once he got back from his military service has been there in the background in every single one of your interactions. Taehyung, like all the other boys, knows about your cycle in intimate detail and pulled strings to make sure that he would get back from the military just in time to catch your ovulation window. Initially his discharge date was two weeks later, however; you would be on your period, and that was just⌠wholly unacceptable.
He and Jimin are the first ones to be discharged, which means that breeding you will be their privilege. The knowledge darkens Taehyungâs gaze as he eats you up with his hungry gaze.
âTaeâŚâ You whine impatiently, clenching your thighs together. You are turned on beyond bearing now, seeing the intense gaze he trains on you, his hand tightening over yours. At his request (order?) youâd avoided touching yourself for at least a month now, and Jimin, who arrived home a couple of hours ago, had teased you without relief for ages.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â Taehyung asks, sliding into the persona that he wears so well in the bedroom. He might be a cute and cuddly puppy most of the time, but both you and Jimin know that when it comes to sex, heâs in charge.
âI missed you.â You pout, tugging on his hand.
âIâm here now.â He teases, grinning at your obvious need.
âTaeâŚ" You whine, pulling harder, and he chuckles at you this time.
âI need to take off my shoes.â He tells you, and you drop his hand so he can unlace his boots. Standing right behind Jimin with your chin propped on his shoulder, your hands slide under his shirt, greedily feeling up his abs. The army had been good for him and his body, you think. They fed him well and worked him hard, and he looks so much healthier now than he was when he left. Watching absently as Taehyung fiddles with his shoes, you sneakily dive your hand into Jiminâs sweatpants to grope him, knowing heâs already hard and waiting for you.
Unfortunately, right before your hand closes around his dick, Jimin lets out a breathy laugh and grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away from him. âBe patient, love.â He chastises, despite your pout. Taehyung, stepping out of his boots, grins at Jimin. You miss the look they share completely, distracted by the feeling of Jiminâs body under your hands. Taehyung knows, though, why Jimin stopped you. Itâs uncharacteristic of the smaller man, since heâs usually a complete hedonist and takes his pleasure where he can get it.
Tonight, though, is different. Taehyung and Jimin had agreed to abstain for the past month, to increase their chances of success. It means they have nice, thick loads for you. It also means that both of them are working on a hair trigger. After teasing you, listening to you moan and beg for him for over an hour, Jimin is having a difficult time reining himself in. Heâs determined to cum inside you and nowhere else.
When Taehyung finally steps out of his boots and away from the genkan, you reattach yourself to him like a limpet, something heâs only too happy to indulge. He picks you up off the floor entirely and hurries to his bedroom, Jimin trailing behind. Feeling your soft, warm body against his after so long of not seeing you⌠itâs nothing short of torturous, and he canât wait to be inside you.
He drops you almost unceremoniously on the bed, but one bounce later youâre surging back up on your knees to attack the buttons on his uniform. Itâs complicated though, and with the way your fingers are clumsy from eagerness and arousal, it takes you way too long to figure it out. So, with a chuckle, Taehyung pulls your hands away from his shirt and gets to work stripping himself off.
You sprawl out on the bed, watching with a hooded gaze as he shrugs out of his uniform shirt with practiced ease⌠Only to find another shirt underneath. With a growl of impatience, you sit back up to pull the shirt off him, while Taehyung just laughs delightedly at how impatient you are.
Jimin chuckles along while sitting in a comfortable chair. That's his usual spot for when he watches you and Taehyung. Usually he would stroke himself while waiting for his turn, but tonight he thinks it best to keep his hands off his junk. Watching your reunion with Taehyung is more than enough to keep him hard anyway.
Getting you out of your skimpy lingerie is far easier than getting Taehyungâs top off had been â one rough yank is enough to send the babydoll flying over your head, and Taehyung tugs so hard on the thong you were wearing that one of the hip seams rips against your thigh, something that neither of you pay attention to. Once youâre naked, you wrap your arms around Taehyungâs neck and pull him down onto the bed insistently.
With one hand bracing his weight and his other working the fastening on his pants, Taehyung canât stop kissing you. Itâs deep, filthy and wet, only a lewd promise of whatâs to come. With his trousers finally undone, he crawls onto the bed, clad in just boxers. Itâs something youâre not used to â Taehyung usually prefers going commando â but the army uniform doesnât really allow for that. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers to take them off, leaving them around his thighs as you grab his dick and start stroking.
âFuckkk,â Taehyung swears against your lips, his brows drawing together. Urgently, he pushes your knees apart, his long fingers diving eagerly into your wet cunt. After all this time, he knows he needs to be careful to stretch you out properly, or itâll hurt, but God if slowly fingering you open isnât the hardest thing heâs ever had to do when all he wants is to be buried inside you.
With his thumb circling your clit, he gently pushes two fingers into you, pumping them in and out then scissoring them slowly. You shudder, moan and whine, clawing at his back and shoulders, begging incoherently for him to just stop teasing and fuck you already, dammit. He refuses to give in, even though you can feel him grinding his hips against your thigh and the kisses and bites he lavishes on your neck get rougher and less controlled.
When he finally deems you ready to take him, he is as much of a mess as you are. his muscles jumping sporadically under his skin and his jaw clenched. Words seem to be beyond him as he takes his hot length in his hand, rubbing the tip against your pussy to get it nice and wet.
Now that youâre about to get what you want, you calm down, docile under the weight of his body as you press kisses to his jawline. Your legs bracket his hips and you stroke his sides soothingly, feeling the tremors of his body. He exhales a series of curses as he pushes in, pressing his forehead against yours.
âYouâre so goddamn tight, fuck.â He grinds out. He reaches down with one hand to rub your clit, and you clench down on him in response as you shiver in pleasure. All the while, heâs slowly inching in, until finally he bottoms out with a groan. âMissed you so much, baby. Iâm gonna breed you so good, and then Jiminie is going to do the same,â he coos at you. âDo you like that? Weâre gonna get you nice and pregnant.â He grunts as he begins thrusting in earnest.
Jimin finds that he has no choice but to squeeze the base of his dick as hard as he can to avoid cumming untouched at the way you wail as Taehyung pounds into you, finally letting go of all the pent-up stress of the past two years. Being away from his brothers and from you, having to tell so many lies to his platoon mates and the media about him being single â all of it had taken a toll on him that heâs now taking out on you.
For your part, you absolutely adore it, attempting to pull him deeper into you with your legs wrapped around his hips, leaving long scratches down his back from how good it feels.
âSuch a good girl for us, arenât you?â Taehyung pants. âGonna fill you up so good, and then Jiminie is going to do the same.â He says, looking up at Jimin whoâs watching intently. At first, youâd wondered if Jimin ever felt left out from having to watch you with Taehyung, but he thrives on it. While they were in the military, heâd gotten the chance to be with you alone during his breaks, and heâd never gone as crazy as he does when fucking someone elseâs cum out of you.
You tilt your head to squint at Jimin, but your vision is slightly blurred from tears. As Taehyung continues pounding into you, you try your best to smile at Jimin, wanting him to feel included too. You canât see very well, but you know he recognizes your gesture.
It doesnât take too long for you to reach orgasm after being denied for so long, and as you cum, you clench down hard on Taehyung. âFuck, you feel so good.â He pants, pressing his face in your neck as he buries himself as deep into you as he can get.
âI love you so much.â He groans, releasing his massive load deep into you. You stroke the back of his neck as you feel his cum spilling inside you, painting your insides white. He slumps on top of you after that, his bigger body blanketing yours, and you hug him close.
âJiminie." You call softly, holding your hand out to the other man. He comes over to you, brushing your hair off your face affectionately.
âWhat is it, jagiya?â He asks, smiling down at you.
âI love you too." You tell him sweetly.
He leans down to kiss you. âI know.â He says smugly, and you roll your eyes at him.
He then moves to kiss Taehyung, slowly, lazily. When they break away, Taehyung pulls himself off you and grabs a pillow from above your head, stuffing it under your hips.
âYou have to be careful,â he instructs Jimin. âOr else itâll all come out.â
âI know, I know.â Jimin waves him off, kneeling between your spread legs on the bed. He leans over you, and you giggle as you loop your arms around his neck.
âDid you enjoy Taehyung, jagiya?â he asks. You nod in response, your gaze darting towards Taehyung for a moment before you look away with a slight blush.
âDo you feel up to taking me tonight?â Jimin says next, his fingers brushing over your used pussy. Itâs all a bit â you both know that youâll bite your lip, pretend to think about it, then accept coyly, and thatâs exactly what you do.
The best part about going second, Jimin has found, is thereâs absolutely no need for foreplay. He doesnât need to stretch you out or worry about whether youâre wet enough, because Taehyungâs already taken care of that. Easing himself into you, with Taehyungâs cum as lubrication, is another way for him to feel close to his best friend, even as he makes the most intimate connection there is with you.
âJiminie.â You coo at him as you tighten your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. As turned on as Jimin is, he likes to start slow, building it up and making it last.
âBaby.â He responds with equal amounts of affection, brushing his nose against yours as he starts a slow, steady rhythm.
âI missed you.â You sigh. âYou always fuck me so good.â Jimin responds well to compliments, so you make sure to keep up a steady stream, kissing him softly, stroking his sides and back, telling him how good his cock feels inside you. Itâs not a lie â Taehyung is big, but Jimin is just a little girthier, and the stretch burns pleasantly as he thrusts into you.
âAh jagiya, youâre always so good to me.â He moans, speeding up a little. Despite Taehyungâs warning, you can feel his cum squelching out of you, making a mess of both you and Jimin. He probably wonât like that, but itâs a nice feeling, and you hug Jimin closer to you. He doesnât last long either, but makes sure to get you there first, angling his thrusts so that his pelvis bumps against your clit as he reaches that magic spot inside you with the tip of his cock. He remembers that article he read that said the chances of conception are higher when women orgasm, and redoubles his efforts to make you cum.
After so many years together, he knows your body like the back of his hand, and you find yourself falling apart under his expert ministrations. Almost against your will, you feel yourself tightening around Jimin, broken gasps escaping you as you begin climbing the peak again. You fall apart with a shudder, and Jimin groans as he feels you clench hard on him. Finally, finally, he lets himself cum into you, driving in hard one last time before he spills with shuddering moans into your soiled pussy.
âI love you.â He gasps as he slumps over you bonelessly. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â He repeats, nuzzling into your cheek. Equally winded, you pat his back gently, your eyes seeking Taehyungâs.
He stretches out beside you and presses a kiss to your other cheek. âYou did well tonight, love,â he praises. âYouâre not done yet, though.â
Still a little addled, you donât have the words to ask him what he means, but the inquisitive tilt of your head has him grinning at you as he holds a pussy plug in front of your face. âSo you donât let any out.â He explains, winking at you.
Jimin heaves himself off you with a grunt, lying flat on his back beside you. Taehyung takes his cue to sit up, pushing your knees apart so he can insert the toy. You fidget uncomfortably for a second, and he strokes your thigh gently. âSuch a good girl." He says softly. âJust wanna make sure you keep it all in.â
You force yourself to lay still as he puts it in, then he lies back next to you, one arm flung across your waist. Jimin, on your other side, clings just as hard, and you let yourself drift off to sleep, knowing that round two is coming as soon as they get their breath back.
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Music Worth Making Part 6: Finally Free
Requested: yes actually lol
Warnings: Lukeâs birthday is in this chapter, so sadness, but I think thatâs it (other than bad writing of course)
Series Summery:Â When the readerâs life is ripped away from them, theyâre distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isnât so bad after all.Â
Chapter Summery: You and the band play at your first gig.
Word Count: 3,233
A/N: Aaaa Iâm so sorry this took so long! I was in a bit of a writing slump, and then school started. Also, I was trying really hard not to cry writing Lukeâs birthday scene, so I have no idea how Iâm gonna get through Unsaid Emily. Anyway yeah I hope you enjoy!
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âHow can we die if weâre already dead?â Luke asked, locking eyes with you.
After what happened in the gym last night, you decided you needed a little time alone, to process everything. Whatever it was had scared you, badly.Â
You poofed into the Molinaâs guest room, where Danny was staying. Wincing when you landed on your bad foot, you limped over to the window seat and sat, looking out at the street below. It was such a neighborhood. It was hard to believe that anything bad could happen here.
And yet, it had.
You gasped as the memory of the club came rushing back to you. Not the fun you had, but before that. Seeing the man who had killed you floating above the table. The Club had somehow made you forget that your host was a murderer.Â
Sometime around 9 am, you decided to go check on the boys. They had been hit with the jolt too, after all.
âY/N!â Reggie called out as you appeared in the studio.
âWhereâd you go last night?â Luke asked from his chair.Â
âI just needed some time to think.â
Luke nodded once, knowing from your tone not to pry. âUh, hey, we were gonna go to a cafe, you wanna come?â
âOh! Yeah, yeah sure. Sounds fun.â
Luke narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion, but grabbed your hand and teleported to the cafe.Â
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âOh, great angle, yeah,â Reggie said as the lady snapped a picture of her food. For some reason, you, Alex, and Reggie were all sitting with this lady while Luke was standing at the counter.Â
âIs this what weâre here for?â Alex asked, his voice showing that he was regretting all of his life decisions. âTo watch people take pictures of food?â
âItâs fun!â Reggie defended himself. âWatch this, people never stop looking at their phones.â He began to move the womanâs food around the table. She looked around in confusion before leaving the cafe. The three of you chuckled.Â
âPlus, Luke said something about this place being a hot spot for music industry people.â
âBoys!â Luke said, sitting down in the chair the lady had just left. He glanced at you before continuing: âand, uh, Y/N, being a ghost definitely has itâs privileges. I just wrote our names on the playlist for tonight.â
âIâm getting a little worried about him,â Alex said, speaking to you but loudly enough so that the others could hear him. âHe keeps forgetting that Julie quit the band.â
âAnd that sheâs gonna come back!â Luke protested. âJust as soon as she knows we have a great gig.â
You bit your lip. You knew how stubborn Julie was, and she was pretty mad at the boys.
âBut if she doesnât come back, let's not forget we do have somewhere else we can play,â Reggie said, noticing the look on your face. âAnd eat pizza.â
âDude, I know, it was awesome to be seen by lifers at Calebâs party-â you flinched. â-but we got this with Julie. We donât need him.â
Pain flared through your body again, almost making you fall out of your seat. It was getting worse; it felt like being stabbed again.
âItâs that same thing again,â Alex said, rubbing his side.
âJust like yesterday!â Luke added.Â
âIt feels like that time I was fixing my amp in the rain,â Reggie said. You stared at him.
âYou shouldnât⌠okay,â Alex started, giving up.Â
âLook, do you think somethingâs wrong with us?â you asked, to no one in particular.Â
âYeah, yeah, we ate 10 pounds of pizza yesterday without a stomach. Iâm sure itâs just our bodies working through it,â Luke said, although there was a hint of worry in his voice.Â
âSo weâre just gonna forget about getting back at Trevor?â Reggie said, desperate to change the subject. âThat jerk stole our music!â
âAnd he has to live with that guilt. Itâs like what Julie said, we have a new band, a new sound, okay? Thatâs what we should be focusing on.â Luke leaned back in his chair, looking at the three of you.Â
Alex suddenly sat up straighter. âIsnât that Willie?â he said, walking out the door.Â
Reggie smirked. âWell, someoneâs not focusing on our music.â You gave a small laugh.Â
âHey, Y/N, are you okay?â Luke said, leaning over the table towards you.Â
âOh, oh yeah, Iâve just got a lot on my mind right now,â you said, giving him a small smile.Â
He leaned back in his chair, chewing his lip. He knew you werenât being completely honest, but he didnât push it.Â
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âWeâre sorry
So sorry
Weâre super-duper, crazy stupid
Sorry!â
The boys sang as Julie walked into the studio.
âIn case you missed it, weâre all really sorry,â you said, walking over to her.Â
âYeah, I⌠I got that part.â
âWeâve been here for like, three hours,â Alex said, high-fiving Reggie.
âWe almost sang to your little brother.â
âHe comes in here a lot. Mainly to use the bathroom.â
âItâs not our favorite part of the day,â Alex whispered.Â
âBut, Julie, it wasnât okay that we flaked on the dance last night,â Luke said, getting the group back on topic.Â
âWe know we let you down,â you said, moving to stand with the boys.Â
âAnd none of us wanted to disappoint you,â Alex said quickly. âYouâre the best thing thatâs happened to us since we became ghosts.â
âSo, in hopes that youâll rejoin the band, we booked a new gig,â Luke said, nervously handing Julie the flyer.
âA mega important, life-changing gig,â Reggie smiled.Â
âOh, okay, check it out. Tons of managers go here to listen to new bands. All we gotta do is blow them all away, and weâre living the dream.â
âSo, this means a lot to you, huh?â Julie said coldly. âKind of like how playing in front of my entire school meant a lot to me.â
âSounds like sarcasm⌠Iâm starting to think our plan isnât working,â Reggie muttered to you and Alex.Â
âLook, we know we messed up,â Alex started.Â
âBut, we need you in the band,â Luke finished.Â
âOf course you do. Because without me, no one can see you guys playing.â You looked at the ground in shame as Julie spoke. âYou know, I thought that the music we were writing was special, but youâre too obsessed with your past to even care.â
âI do care!â Luke protested. âOur band has a real chance at greatness, and Iâm not gonna let that get away from us again!â
âUh-huh. Right. So then why did you bail on me to get back at Trevor? Iâll tell you why. âCause thereâs only one thing you care about, Luke Patterson, and thatâs yourself.â
She turned and stormed out of the garage. âY/N, are you coming?â she called out. You glanced at the boys apologetically before following your best friend.Â
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Julie sat on the couch, quietly scribbling down answers to her math homework. You sat in the chair next to her, sketching on a piece of paper you had found.Â
âYou uh, you got a second?â Alex asked as the boys poofed in. Julie ignored them, turning on the couch so they wouldnât be in front of her. You stared at the paper you were holding.Â
âOh my gosh, she canât see us anymore!â Reggie exclaimed. Alex gave him a look; Reggie muttered âoh.â
Alex sat on the arm of the couch. âJulie, please.â
âI already told you, Iâm done with the band,â she finally spoke.Â
âYeah, we know, alright? But before you decide that forever, we just⌠we wanted you to know that Luke isnât as selfish as you think he is.â
âYeah, youâve got him all wrong,â Reggie spoke up.Â
Julie scoffed and went back to her homework.
âYou remember that song âEmilyâ? Can we at least show you who thatâs about?â
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You never thought you would be spying on a ghost boy, but here you were. The four of you had walked to a house not too far away from Julieâs, and were peering through the front window from a distance. Luke was sitting on the counter, his eyes red from crying, watching an older couple move around the kitchen. It was Lukeâs parents house.
âSo, Emilyâs his mom?â Julie asked, peering out from behind a tree.Â
âYeah. Yeah, Luke comes here a lot,â Alex said, crouching behind a chair.Â
âHe thinks we donât know but, weâve been following him,â Reggie admitted. âAll he does is just, hang out like this and watch them. They never really do anything, though.â
âTheyâre having cake,â you noted. âThatâs something.â
âItâs a⌠itâs a birthday cake. For Luke.âÂ
A tear slid down your cheek, matching the boy inside.Â
âI never knew Luke was hurting this much,â Julie said.
âYeah. Itâs even worse because when he died, he⌠left on bad terms. You know, his parents didnât want their 17-year-old to be in a rock band, so⌠he just left.â Alex said softly. âHe never got the chance to make up with them.â
You watched as Luke blew out his birthday candle. His parents relit it and blew it out together.
âThatâs why Luke was so angry,â you guessed, tears falling freely. âIf Trevor had given Luke credit for writing all the songs, thenâŚâ you trailed off.
âHis parents would have known his dreams were worth chasing,â Reggie sighed.
âThey would have been so proud,â Julie said, her voice breaking a little. You looked over at her and saw that she was crying, too.Â
Alex stood up. âWe know how bad it hurts when someone that shouldâve had your back⌠completely lets you down. We never meant to make you feel that way.â
âJulie, we love our band,â Reggie said, still crouching behind a plant. âAnd Luke does too. Please give us another chance.â
You looked back at Luke and his family one last time, noticing a bouquet of flowers on the island. You smiled to yourself. They were dahliaâs, Roseâs favorite.
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âMarching on proud
Turn it up loud
âCause now we know what weâre worth,â you and Julie harmonized.
Luke suddenly appeared in a chair. âWhoa,â he said as the music died out. Then he smiled. âJulie.â
She smiled back at him. âGrab a guitar. We got work to do.â
âWhat made you come back?â
âI realized how important music is to all of us. And weâve lost so much already. We canât lose this too.â
âThanks,â Luke said quietly. Julie smiled at him. âAlright, boss, where we at?â
Julie smirked, taking pride in the name. âOh, and by the way, happy birthday.â
Luke looked a little stunned, and he glanced at you.Â
âHappy birthday,â you said quietly, smiling at him.
A slight blush creeped onto his cheeks.Â
Julie laughed slightly. âLetâs go from the pre-chorus.â
Alex smiled. âOne, two three four!â
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âGuys, are you sure? Sheâs probably just getting dressed or something,â you said as Luke, Alex, and Reggie stopped outside of Julieâs door.
Reggie smirked. âWhich is why Iâll be doing this.â He stuck his arm through the door and knocked on this inside.Â
You heard Julie chuckle as she called out: âWhat are you guys doing?â
Reggie stuck his head through the door. âWeâre being classy,â you heard him say. You and Alex pulled him back.Â
The four of you walked through the door.
âWhy are you still here?â Luke asked. âWeâre going in like, twenty minutes.â
Julie sighed. âI lied to my dad, soâŚÂ now Iâm stuck in my room all night.â
âYeah, but, we were just at the venue! I mean itâs packed, like, VIPs, managersâŚâ Alex trailed off. âItâs kinda crazy.â
âWhat are we gonna do about my aunt?â Julie asked, sighing again. âSheâs right downstairs.â
Luke walked over to her window, smirking as he opened it. âYouâre not taking the stairs.â
Julie shook her head slightly. âOkay. Let me get dressed. Iâll meet you guys there.â
The guys all poofed out, but you stayed behind for a minute, admiring your best friendâs room. It was just so⌠her.
âY/N?â Julie asked, making you jump slightly.Â
âOh, sorry, Iâll leave-â you started, but Julie cut you off.Â
âNo, itâs fine.â She walked over to the trunk of her momâs clothes, pulling out a leather jacket and turquoise romper.
âSo,â she started. âWhatâs the deal with Luke?â
You felt your face go red. âHuh?â you sputtered. âI donât-â
âOh come on, Y/N,â she said with a smirk. âEveryone can see the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you.â
You shook your head. âEven if I did like him, which Iâm not saying I do, thereâs no way he would like me back.â
Julie rolled her eyes.Â
âReally Jules! I mean, look at me!â You gestured to yourself. âIâm a mess, inside and out.â
Julie walked over to you and let her hands hover over your shoulders. âY/N, you are one of the most beautiful people I know. Inside and out,â she smiled.Â
âYou really think so?â you asked.Â
She nodded. You smiled. âThanks, Jules.â
âAnytime,â she said, smiling back before putting on her outfit for the night.Â
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âNext up, Dirty Candi,â announced the MC.Â
âAm I too late?â Julie said, rushing over to where you and Flynn were standing.Â
âToo early,â Flynn said, staring at the stage where Carrie was standing.
âHope you all came to have a great time!â she said in a peppy voice.Â
You glanced back and forth between Carrie and Flynn a few times.Â
âDirty Candi? Howâd she get on the list?â Julie asked.
Flynn scoffed. âHer daddy probably made a call.â
You saw the way Flynn was staring at Carrie, trying to hide behind disgust. You smirked to yourself, but didnât say anything.Â
âI like this!â Flynn said, examining Julieâs jacket. âPretty flower.âÂ
âThanks. Itâs a dahlia. My momâs favorite.â
The three of you fell silent as Carrie started to sing.Â
âWhenever I walk in the room
All the focus on me
The way I talk the way I move
They all want on my team.â
You rolled your eyes; it was clear that Carrie was just bragging about herself. Although you had to admit, the song was catchy and the dance moves were pretty cool.Â
The guys appeared behind you, smiling as they watched the routine.
âThe party donât start âtill I walk in
Iâm stealing all the attention
Donât get me started on mentions, yeahâ
Suddenly Alex was on the stage. You and Reggie looked at each other in confusion, but Alex looked just as confused as you did.Â
He quickly got over his confusion however, and he started dancing along with Dirty Candi. You laughed at his antics, making Flynn look at you in confusion.
 âOh, itâs the guys,â you explained.Â
Alex poofed back off the stage.Â
âYou having fun out there?â Julie asked him, laughter in her voice.
âItâs not my fault itâs my⌠itâs my feet.â
Julie scoffed, smiling at him. âYeah.â
Alex grinned. âPut me back in, coach,â he muttered before appearing on the stage again.
You were thoroughly enjoying watching him dance around on stage, walking through Carrie and obviously having the time of his life.Â
When the song ended, he hopped around in a little circle. âYouâre making me blush,â he said, pretending the audience was clapping for him. Four members were.
He poofed back to you guys. âI um, I was just doing that for you guys.â
âMmhmm. You can stop smiling now,â Reggie said playfully.Â
âIâm not gonna lie, that was⌠kinda good,â Julie said.Â
âYeah.â Flynn scrunched up her nose. âI forgot why I hate her so much.â
Carrie walked up to the six of you, although to her it only looked like Julie and Flynn.Â
âHi girls!â she said brightly. âIsnât it past your bedtime?â
Flynn turned to Julie. âNow I remember.â
âIf youâre looking for Nick, he didnât come,â Carrie said coldly.
Julie stepped up to her. âThatâs not why Iâm here.â
âOkay, looks like weâre closing out the night with one more group,â the MC announced. â âJulie and the Fat Onesâ.â
You, Alex, Reggie, and Julie all looked at Luke as Dirty Candi laughed.Â
âReally?â Alex asked him.
âYeah man, my handwriting sucks.â
Julie walked past Carrie onto the stage, the four of you following her.Â
âUh, hi, itâs actually âJulie and the Phantomsâ,â Julie said, her voice coming up at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question.Â
âOkay,â she muttered when no one answered, and started to play the piano.
âHearts on fire
Weâre no liars
So we say what we wanna say
Iâm awakenedÂ
No more fakinâ
So we push all our fears awayâ
You joined her, appearing on stage and taking the harmony line. The crowd gasped.
âDonât know if Iâll make it
âCause Iâm falling under
Close my eyes and feel my chest
Beating like thunder
I wanna fly
Come alive
Watch me shine.â
Suddenly, the boys appeared too, making the crowd gasp again.
âIâve got a spark in me
Hands up if you can see
And youâre a part of me
Hands up if youâre with me
Now âtill eternity
Hands up if you believeÂ
Been so long and now weâre finally freeâ
Julie smiled, letting you take the second verse.Â
âWeâre all bright now
What a sight now
Coming out like weâre fireworks
Marchinâ on proud
Turn it up loud
âCause now we know what weâre worthâ
You smiled as Luke joined you.
âWe know we can make it
Weâre not fallinâ down under
Close my eyes and feel my chest
Beating like thunder
I wanna fly
Come alive
Watch me shineâ
The five of you launched into the chorus again, Julie taking the melody. You dropped out, letting Julie and Luke sing the bridge.
âI got a spark in me
I got a spark in me
And youâre a part of me
And youâre a part of me
Now âtill eternity
Now âtill eternity
Been so long and now weâre finally freeâ
You smiled into your microphone as Julie nailed the high note, taking the melody of the chorus.
You grinned as the song came to an end, enjoying the adrenaline rush that came with singing in front of a crowd. You heard the crowd gasp again as the four of you disappeared, leaving Julie apparently alone on stage.Â
âThank you, weâre Julie and the Phantoms. Tell your friends,â she smiled before stepping off the stage. She immediately ran over to the bar area where you and Flynn were waiting.
You all squealed as they hugged each other.
âYou were incredible! Both of you,â Flynn said, beaming at her two best friends.
âYeah we were!â Reggie said as the boys appeared.Â
You stood there in an excited silence for a minute more.Â
âHey, hey, whoever Carrie was trying to impress is coming this way,â Luke said suddenly.Â
âOh, itâsâŚâ Julie trailed off as she turned around and saw the woman making her way over.
âShe looks all business,â Alex said a little nervously.
âWait, who should do the talking?â Reggie asked. Julie looked at him. âOh, right.â
The woman stretched her hand out for Julie to shake. âHi, Iâm Andi Parker, and Iâm-â
âJulie.â Andi Parker was cut off by Ray.Â
âDad!â Julie said in surprise.Â
âItâs time to go.â
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Good Night!
Evening! Its Ishida Ayumi
  Towards giving greetings,
 I wonder if everyone would each have their own way of going about it, I wondered how it is around everyone,
 Thank you for letting me know
  Ok ok ok
 Ok ok
  I was planning to respond to everyone by noddingâ
 But thatâs right for me as well, With the office, When entering a room with lots of desks lined up, I have to prepare myself a bit to greet a lot of people
 I wrote that yesterday thoughâ
  Now, greeting people loudly, Is, is that alright? I ended up thinking about it like that,
 After saying it,
 The person receiving it also has time to reflect on it, If there is a moment of silence, And then its like, Getting aâŚgood morningâŚfrom here and there⌠I get a bit restless
 In the end, with those that are near the path Iâm walking, Iâll say good morning a second time!
 When greeting a lot of people, Do you believe in yourself?
 Hello!! Iâm here!!
 Like that,
 I wonder if its ok to say it with the feeling of, HeroAcaâs All Might--- ⤠lol
 After all, thatâs it, For those saying it and those who are told it,
 Itâd be great if it felt nice
  Ah, for those who are a bit bad at it, It may feel a bit icky to step out and do at firstâŚâŚ
 With things like being loud,
 I think everyone has their own gauge for that,
 It makes me think that not all of its like, Lets greet each other loudly!
 It feels good,
 Ah,
 Its comfortable!
 Itâll feel comfortable to the beginning and end of the day, with greeting that we can feel togetherâŚâŚIâll also be conscious of it! Again!
  Thatâll be my September goal
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bi-weekly update
it sure has been a wild time here and tbh I had enough to do one of these last week and just. didnât?? for some reason?? anyway
listening: the Promare soundtrack went on sp*tify recently so Iâve been on Promare soundtrack lockdown over here. I know Kakusei is the iconic Promare song but Inferno (the opening song) always makes me tear up??? love to experience emotions about a movie in a reasonable and normal way. so anyway my standout track from the OST is Piromare because I am so very not immune to sad soft piano renditions of a motif that is usually triumphant/cheerful/etc
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reading: I have, for once, read a bunch of books. I got a giftcard to my favorite local indie bookshop for Christmas and finally got around to using it to buy two books Iâd been looking forward to, Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson (bi polyam Dracula retelling, kind of) and Winterâs Orbit by Everina Maxwell (gay arranged marriage space opera)
Dowry of Blood was very satisfying to me, someone who has lots of opinions about how vampires ought to be sexy and also terrifying, and I really enjoyed this specific take on vampire lore. also the formatting/pagination was really really cool and reminded me more of poetry books than prose usually does. for the first couple of pages thereâs only text on one side of the page and then thereâs one line on the back of a page and it hits really hard. extremely good and cool printing choices. would def recommend, but it is also explicitly an exploration of getting into and then out of an abusive relationship so. warnings for that in addition to the murder/blood warnings
also look at how sick this cover is (by Marlowe Lune, an artist whose work I really like in general)
I previously read Winterâs Orbit when it was on ao3 as an original work (called Course of Honour) and it was really cool to read a familiar story that I uh. read several times on ao3 but with added layers, because the author added a bunch of worldbuilding and an entire overarching higher-stakes political plot. I really really liked the added worldbuilding, and for the most part I enjoyed the new plot stuff, though at times I felt like it distracted from what I liked the most about the original, and there was one specific scene that was taken out that I was disappointed about. fave thing about the worldbuilding is when something is referred to by normal familiar words (like pigeons or bears) and then the actual thing is like, a fucking dinosaur that only vaguely resembles the word thatâs used for it. very fun
also slightly mixed feelings about the framing of empire in the book, since there is some discussion about the consequences of imperialism and the resolution of the plot involves getting more rights and political sway for colonized planets. but the majority of the plot is about preserving an unjust status quo, and the representative of one of the colonized planets is working for the interests of the empire so that they can appear unified in the face of a larger-scale potential threat, which Iâm not sure I love. and I also didnât really care for the way the resistance movement (whenever it came up, which wasnât often) was portrayed. so. on one hand yes there is a message of âempire bad and we should maybe try to be less Like Thatâ but on the other hand sometimes it did feel like the imperialism was an under-examined backdrop for a romance. like donât get me wrong, I love the romance, I love the characters, itâs just that some of the politics didnât quite do it for me and I think I just wanted More of things that just. werenât the focus of the story
warnings for discussions of abusive relationships in this one, except this time itâs backstory for one of the characters, not something thatâs present in the central relationship. and for all of the things that I wasnât quite satisfied with, the parts of the book that are about like, learning how to be a person again after being in a situation where youâre not allowed to be yourself are still very well-handled and hit me real hard.
I also read a whole bunch of KJ Charles because sometimes all my brain can handle is marathoning romance novels, but Iâm not gonna talk about all of them because this is already long enough (have not read the new one that came out today yet though thatâs what Iâm gonna do after this)
watching: Supernatural season 13 is incredibly boring and bad in ways that arenât interesting or fun to talk about so I havenât watched any recently. I did watch the first episode of Lupin, and really enjoyed it! will definitely watch more, though slowly because it takes too much of my brain to marathon it, partially because I know just enough French to almost not need the subtitles but having to read and also automatically trying to translate as Iâm listening takes more brain energy. love a good heist though, and it has some good social commentary on race and class and crime
also the main character is very good. fucking superb you funky gentleman thief
playing: still making my way through the last mission of Knife of Dunwall. I made a bunch of progress since I whined at my friend about how hard it was and they told me to just stay in the building that has places to hide (the one you have to make your way through as Corvo, so I already know the layout, which helps lol) instead of the one thatâs falling apart with nowhere to hide. who would have thought.
have also watched my roommate play lots of games and have thoughts on those too. Final Fantasy games (or at least the ones Iâve seen anything from, which is 7, 14, and 15) really appeal to me on a character/aesthetic/plot level but the gameplay looks like it would be bad for my brain. and yes all of those have very different gameplay but they would all be not fun for me in different ways. my roommate showed me like an hour of cutscenes from 14 last night that was basically a movie of tropes I love but holy shit I could never play a game where I have to wait for other people to be ready to also play the same part of the game before I can advance the plot
theyâve also been playing Persona 5 Scramble/Strikers (I donât know which one the S stands for and at this point Iâm too afraid to ask), which I do intend to play myself some day. itâs a sequel to Persona 5 with the same characters and damn they really nailed the feeling of seeing your friends again after not seeing them for a while, both in terms of. I care about these characters and am happy to see them again and also, they havenât seen the protagonist in a while and theyâre so happy heâs back and it makes me very soft. would love to reunite with friends whom I havenât seen in a while
making: havenât worked on cosplay but we did make some very tasty tortellini soup last weekend, and then last night we made fish & chips which was a lot easier than I was expecting and turned out pretty well? we just used frozen fries instead of like. frying them ourselves but we did make some very tasty lemon-garlic green beans
writing: well. I have a couple of things Iâve been noodling away at for a bit, and then a couple days ago I had a little bit of a breakdown and wrote 3000 words of angst in one sitting for an entire different new fic (Persona boys having a miserable time), and then yesterday decided to get in on a thing in The Untamed fandom of people writing short ââboringââ domestic oneshots, and I love domesticity so I wrote one, which various reviewers have called âvery sweetâ and âa callout postâ (it is both of those things)
Iâm also organizing an event for P5 trans content because someone was shitty to one of my roommates over a trans headcanon and I got so pissed off that Iâm running a prompt week now. love to have reasonable emotional reactions to things that happen in my life. why would I think about my actual problems when I could get petty and spiteful over someone saying that a fictional character couldnât possibly be trans
#this one is real long i'm sorry#contains pictures of food under the readmore#tuesday no problem extended universe#dreaming.txt
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[found at: ask-lists]
1: What color are your socks? Theyâre gray and pink and have Baby Yoda all over them.
2: Have you ever lied about your age? Why? When I was like 11 and had no business going into AOL teen chatrooms and on the message boards.
3: What is something you regret in the past month? Another month not getting anything taken care of.
4: Do you believe in love at first sight? No.
5: When was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper? Uhh. I have no idea.
6: How old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you? Iâve never ridden one.
7: Do you get along with your parents? Why or why not? Yes, Iâm close with my parents. Especially my mom; sheâs my best friend.
8: Whatâs your favorite season? Fall and winter.
9: Do you currently like someone? No.
10: Have you ever used an Ouija board? Nope and I never will. I donât mess with stuff like that.
11: Whatâs the last song you sang? âHanging By a Momentâ by Lifehouse.
12: Whatâs your favorite scent? I have several that Iâve listed many times in surveys before and donât feel like doing now.
13: Whatâs your favorite urban legend? The one where the car follows the girl on the road at night, which of course is long, dark, and empty, and when she pulls over somewhere the driver informs her that someone is sitting in her backseat, unbeknownst to her. That one always gave me the creeps. That, and the one where the creepy phone calls the babysitter keeps getting are actually coming from inside the house.
14: Whatâs a bad habit that you have? Picking at my skin, lips, and nails.
15: Whatâs a strange habit that you have? Looking for split ends in my hair.
16: Whatâs the first instrument that you learned to play? The recorder, in 3rd or 4th grade - we were all required to. <<< Same. Why was that a thing? lol.
17: How would you describe your âtype? It differs based on peoplesâ personalities more so than their looks. <<< Yeah, Iâd agree.Â
18: Would you rather stay in or go out? Stay in. Especially since COVID happened.
19: What was the last thing you said to your mom? âGoodnight.â
20: Do you want to get married someday? No.
21: Have you ever snuck out? Nope.
22: Can you sing well? Nope.
23: Whatâs an embarrassing thing that happened this week? Hm. Nothing comes to mind, actually.
24: When was the last time you went sledding? Never.
25: Have you ever/do you liked someone you know you can never be with? Iâve felt that way many times.
26: Do people often mispronounce your name? No.Â
27: Would you like to live in another country? I donât think so.
28: Do you like to watch ghost-hunting shows? No, but my father does. <<< Ha, same.
29: Who was the last person you said you loved to? My mom.
30: Whatâs something youâd like to be better at? Self-esteem and confidence. <<< Yepppp. And just at life in general, ya know? I suck at that.
31: Have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad? Yes.
32: What was the last thing you cooked? My nightly bowl of ramen a few hours ago.
33: Do you think you would make a good parent? I donât want to have children.Â
34: Do you have trouble sleeping at night? Yeah, Iâd say so. For over a year now itâs been especially bad to where it became the norm for me to not go to sleep until like 7 or 8AM and then sleep until after 5PM. For the past couple weeks I havenât been able to fall asleep until like 10 or 11 and then once I do, I donât want to get up and end up sleeping until like 6PM. Sighhh.
35: Where is your best friend right now? Sheâs in the next room, asleep.
36: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? On days I have somewhere to be maybe like 20 minutes.Â
37: How late do you usually stay up at night? See question 34.
38: When was the last time you cried and why? Yesterday.
39: Have you ever won a contest? Yeah, I won meet and greet passes to meet Drake Bell at his concert several years ago. I was a big fan of his at the time, so I was pretty excited.
40: Can you draw well? Not at all.
41: Would you ever date someone you met on Tumblr/the internet? Iâm gonna say no.
42: What was the last thing you ate? Ramen.
43: Do you think youâre/youâd make a good boyfriend/girlfriend? I donât think I would be right now.
44: Have you ever had a near-death experience? Yes, twice.
45: What do you think people think of you? I donât want to know.
46: What is your middle name and do you like it? I donât want to give that out, but yeah I like it.
47: Are you close with either of your parents? Yes, my mom is my best friend.
48: Do you like yourself? No. :(
49: State five facts about your appearance â Brown eyes, long hair, some freckles, thin, and wear black rimmed glasses.
50: State five facts about your personality â Blah.
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Hey! How about a male reader scenario where the reader has an intense crush on Sawamura Daichi and finally confesses to him ( after a LOT of struggling) only to find out Daichi was also about to confess to him on the same day. Also i love your effort to make male reader scenarios. It really makes it easy for queer males to also have the same experience as straight female fans. Keep it up!!
Firstof all, thank you for your request! Second of all, duh XD Iâm a gayguy myself so ofc I write gay fanfiction! Mymain reason to start this blog was actually my frustration caused bybeing unable to find decent HQ!! reader inserts where the reader islegitimately gender-neutral. Yes, even gender-neutral. There are some nicemale reader inserts out there but theyâre few and far between.So I usually end up looking for gender-neutral insterts, headcanons, and scenarios but⌠Some of them areblatantly meant for female readers. Some of them claim to be gender-neutral but you can clearly see theyâre actually not or just employ male and female gender stereotypes Iâm definitely not comfortable with. And some ofthem are female reader inserts that are tagged as x male reader⌠SoI decided to say âfuck itâ and create some content myself that myfellow queer readers can actually enjoy! LGBT people are alreadydenied the same experience regarding love and sexuality that straight people get so if I can somehow contribute to making this world ofours a little less fucked up for my fellow queer folks, thatâs all I could ever wish for!
Okay, but enough of myinconsistent rambling and letâs get into the actual scenario!Although I probably have a crush on every and each HQ!! character(well, maybe except some of the older guys lol), Daichi is actuallyone of those Iâd probably consider the best boyfriend material soIâm really glad you requested a scenario for him! Justfyi, I made the readerKarasunoâs 2ndyear manager so that Ihave something to start from, hopefully you donât mind. Ireally hope youâll like it! enjoy!
Also let me apologize that it took me so long to write this but for some reason, Iâve been feeling utterly uninspired lately :/ It took the first episode of S4 and a volleyball match I watched yesterday for me to finally get some inspiration to finish this scenario XD
Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x Male Reader
Word count: 1659
ĺăĺăă â A Double Confession
âOh come on, just confess tohim!â
âYou know I canât!â
âYou can and you will!âYachiâs eyes bored into you and you turned your gaze away, feelingas though those two goldenorbs were penetrating your very soul. âWhy do you have to make itharder than it actually is? You like him, you confess, you gettogether. Simple!â
âLike hell it would go thatsmoothly,â you scoffed. âI donât even know if heâs gay.â
âOh come on, have you not seenhow close he is with Sugawara-san?â
âBut thatâs precisely theproblem!â You looked Yachi in the eye confrontingly. âIf heâsnot gay, I donât even have a chance, and even if he is, I stilldonât have a chance since heâs probably already inlove with Suga-san.â
ââŚyou will confess to himeventually anyways,â Yachi cut the conversation, pouting.
You looked away. You knew she wasright. You were going to confess to him eventually. Itâs just⌠Itwas so fucking hard to work up the courage. Youâdhad a crush on Daichi since your first year, since a while afteryouâdjoined the volleyball club.
Atfirst, it was all fun and games. Youjoined the club simply because you liked volleyball but getting towatch pretty boys get all worked up and sweaty while playing was anice bonus for you. Once you realized you liked Daichi, it got evenmore fun⌠for a while. Howmany people could say they get to see their crash shirtless on adaily basis?
But the longer you watched, thecloser you got to him, the more painful it got. Daichicould look scary at first, especially during practice sessions whenhe had to rein in first and second years, but asalways, appearances couldbe deceptive. Youmanaged to befriend him, also getting closer with Suga and Asahi inthe process, but soon yourealized that being just friends was hardly enough for you. Youstill couldnât forget that one time when Daichi said you were âlikea younger brother to himâ and how much it hurt.
âAll right!â
What snapped you out of yourcontemplation was Daichiâs voice. Whileyou were bickering with Yachi standing on the side of the court, theboys were actually training. Shimizu was in charge of taking notestoday so you and Yachi didnât have much to do at the moment.
You turnedyour eyes in the direction Daichiâsvoice had come from. Andthere he was, looking asgood as always, with that damn smile of his he always had on his faceafter a good receive, just a few feet away from you.
So close yet so far.
It was the day. It was the dayyou were going to confess to Daichi.
It had been a month since yourargument with Yachi. Over the last 30 daysand even more late-night phone calls with Yachi, you decided toconfess your feelings to Daichi. Even if he didnât like you back,you wanted him to know what you feel. The days were growing longerand Spring High wasgetting closer and closer. Regardless of whether you won or lost, thethird-years were going to quit the club once the tournament was over.And once that happened,you were bound to grow more distant with Daichi, let alone having achance to confess to him. If you were going to do it, you had to doit now.
The morning sun was shininggently upon you as you walked through the schoolyard withyour heart pounding in your chest andyou still had like half a day to go before the actual confession. Youreally hoped your teachers wouldnât quiz you today. Youâdprobably fail it miserably since you couldnât focus on anythingelse but the dreadful perspective of what was going to happen thisevening.
Yourplan was simple. You were going to take alittle longer cleaningup after practice so that you end up staying alone in the storageroom. Then, Yachi was going to ânoticeâ that youâre missing andask Daichi to go and look for you because she had âsomethingimportant to talk to you about.â If everything went smoothly, youwere going to end up alone with Daichi in the storage room. That wasgoing to be your chance.
When you were going overthe plan in your head walking down the hallway, your phone rang. Youpulled your phone out of your bag to find out you had a new text fromYachi.
âIâm sorry m(_ _)mâ
You tilted your head. That wasall she wrote.
âWhat do you mean?â youtexted back as you entered your classroom.
You spent the first periodstressing over Yachiâs message. Whatever she was sorry about, itwas bound to be nothing good.
Turnedout Yachiwas sick.
Accordingto Yachi herself, he had suddenly felt really unwell last night whichhadturned out to beonly the beginning of a long, feverish night. Whenher mom had taken her to the doctor this morning, sheâd beendiagnosed with a bad case of influenza. Shewould probably be staying at home for at least a week.
Yourplan was ruined, which of course made you very upset⌠but somewheredeep in your heart, you also felt kind of relieved that the momentyou were going to confess to Daichi was put off by at least a week,and you hated yourself for it.
Youlet out a deep sigh as you leaned against a mop you held in yourhands. Youended up being the last one left in the gym anyways, no matter yourplan. Youâdlied to Shimizu and the guys about needing to clean up the storageroomâyou needed some time foryourself.
âNeedsome help?â
Youturned your face up to find the source of the voice only to be facesby Daichi leaning against the door frame, looking at you.
You gulped.
You didnât even need your planto be left alone with Daichi.
If this wasnât the heavenstelling you it was high time youâd confessed then what was.
âYeah,actually, Iâm really glad youâre here,â you said, lookingstraight at Daichi. âThereâs something I need to tell you.â Yougulped. âI like you.â
Youfinally said it.
Daichi stood in front of yousilently, as though processing what you had just said, and you justwaited. You werenât going anywhere until you got an answer,especially given that Daichi was standing in the doorway, blockingyour way. You had quite a spectacle to watch anyways.
Thefirst few seconds, Daichiâs face just⌠froze, as he stared at youunblinkingly. Then came a slight blush which gradually turned moreand more red eventually taking on the color of an especially ripebeet. Hecovered hismouth with both of his hands, as though he was in an utter shock.Which he probably was. It took him like half a minute to calm down.Once his blush subsided a little bit, he lowered his hands andfinally let himself blink.
âI⌠I like you, too,â hesaid quietly, turning his eyes away from you.
âNo, I donât mean it likethat.â You smiled sadly. âI mean it, like, in a romantic way.â
âThatâs what I mean, too.â
This time it was you that foundyourself shook to the bone.
âWhatâŚwait, what?!â
âI actually came here toconfess to you,â Daichi explained, his blush growing brighteragain. âShimizu told me youâd said youâd stay in the gym alittle longer and everyone else has already left so I thought it wasmy chanceâŚâ
You stared at each otherwordlessly for a few seconds. You were the one to start laughing.
âWhatthe hell is this?! Whathave I even been worried about this past year?!â
âIknow, right?â Daichi giggled as well. âWait,youâve had a crush on me fora yearalready?!â
âOver a year, Iâd say,â youresponded. âYou?â
âYou beat me on that one.âDaichiâs smile was really the most beautiful thing youâd everseen. âIâd say since the previous Spring High? You remember howyou cheered me up after we lost? Thatâs when I realized.â
âIsee.â You couldnât stop grinning. âSo I guess weâreboyfriends now?â
âI guess so.â Daichi grabbedyour hand and pulled you toward the door. âLetâs go hometogether.
âThatâs so amazing!!!!!!Iâm so happy for you two!!!!!!!!! And Iâm so so sorry I couldnâthelp you today T_Tâ
You smiled at your phone. Yachiwas really the sweetest.
âIf you hadnât supportedme this whole time, I wouldnât have confessed to him in the firstplace!â
âSorry you had to wait.â
You put your phone back into yourpocket as you turned your eyes to Daichi. He had to grab hiss stufffrom the club room and youâd been waiting for him downstairs.
âNo problem,â you responded,readjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. âShall we gothen?â
âLetâs.â
You walked down the streetleading up to the school. You were talking and laughing, enjoyingeach otherâs presence. It was late and there was nobody around.Daichi grabbed your hand and you squeezed it back.
âHey,â Daichi started, hisvoice sounding a little anxious. âDonât you wanna come over? Myparents are at home but Iâm sure my mom will be happy to have youover for dinner. We could watch some movies or something.â
âSure thing,â you respondedwith a smile. âIâd love that.â
Daichi smiled at you again andyou couldnât hold yourself back any longer. You leaned in placing agentle kiss on his lips.
A clap of distant thunder rumbled throughthe skies. You couldnât know that yet but it was just the beginningof a thunderstorm that was going to force you to stay the night atDaichiâs house.
Not that you minded.
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"Bother My Askbox?" now,, what if I sent you 1-50 đ¤ as a treat!! Haha just kidding.. unless. RETALIATION BITCH BOY
JFLKHSAFHDLFJDSKJF that is going to take me a hot minute 2 answer my dear but i will do the ones i havenât already answered. just for u, gayass.
1. what color are your socks?
donât have any ^-^ thems my feet
answered 2 <3
3. what is something you regret in the past month?
well there is a lot but not buying halloween candy sooner especially
4. do you believe in love at first sight?
nnnnnnope
5. when was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper?
i always had to write thank you notes for xmas and birthday gifts as a kid so probably one of those? for an actual written letter itâs been at least a decade
6. how old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? who taught you?
i......sighs i never learned how to ride a bike bc i went over the handlebars of one when i was like 4 and then never got back on one -_-
7. do you get along with your parents? why or why not?
complicated bc iâm the queer kid next question
8. whatâs your favorite season?
fall!!!!!! even though we donât really have it here
9. do you currently like someone?
well you know the answer to this sir......iâm perhaps a little gay for my girlfriend
10. have you ever used a ouija board?
yes i have on multiple occasions and nothing happened
11. whatâs the last song you sang?
prisoner by dance gavin dance listening 2 it on repeat while i rank xd
12. whatâs your favorite scent?
rain on pavement!!!!!!!!!!!
13. whatâs your favorite urban legend?
uhhhhhhhhh? i donât think i know any
14. whatâs a bad habit you have?
i have many but iâm super clumsy and not very aware of like where i am in relation to other things so i run into shit a lot
15. whatâs a strange habit you have?
i wrap my earbud cord around my neck so it isnât dangling and in my way when i walk placesÂ
16. whatâs the first instrument you learned to play?
if you wanna be technical i learned to play flute for a very brief period in 4th grade but i hated it. so guitar!
17. how would you describe your type?
uhhhhhhh good question people who are nice to me <3 and most men
18. would you rather stay in or go out?
for the most part stay in but i usually hit a point after awhile of being home too long where i Need to leave the house lol
19. what was the last thing you said to your mom?
bye after i called her yesterday lol
20. do you want to get married someday?
not traditionally but yes
answered 21 and 22!
23. whatâs an embarrassing thing that happened this week?
i had to answer a phone call at work abt the pet section which i know nothing about and the lady was clearly kinda annoyed and when i told her we didnât sell kennels in the store (and that yes, i had checked) she said thank you and i. didnât say anything else. i like forgot to speak and she just hung up and i felt so stupid for it ksdfjksdfhjk
24. when was the last time you went sledding?
itâs been at least a decade iircÂ
25. have you ever/do you like someone you know you can never be with?
yes........ *picture of norton campbell*
26. do people often mispronounce your name?
nope
27. would you like to live in another country?
absolutely! when this country inevitably falls apart in the wake of the 2020 election i will be contacting my stoner friends in canada and moving up there at my earliest convenience <3
28. do you like to watch ghost hunting shows?
i never have but i would probably find them entertaining
29. who was the last person you said i love you to?Â
kei my friend kei my best friend kei <3 before that either my mom or my girlfriend lol
30. whatâs something youâd like to be better at?
playing guitar!!!!! i wanna get back into it so bad i just donât know where my picks are rn
31. have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad?Â
oh sure i have itâs been awhile though
32. what was the last thing you cooked?
scrambled eggs the other day ^-^
33. do you think you would make a good parent?
absolutely not and i will never have kids unless i decide to adopt after getting help 4 my issues and assuring that i could actually be responsible for another human lifeÂ
34. do you have trouble sleeping at night?
nah i have issues w waking up in the middle of the night sometimes but other than that iâm good
35. where is your best friend right now?
i donât have one best friend one is at work one is in his home i presume and the other is at college <3
36. how long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
depends but usually like 20 mins? i donât do makeup or anything so i can be ready in ten if i need to be
37. how late do you usually stay up at night?
until 10 or 11 lately!
38. when was the last time you cried and why?
uh good question i have shit memory but a few days ago over life stress probably lol
39. have you ever won a contest?
yes i won a costume contest in my elementary school when i was v little and i sort of won a contest to get my poetry published in my uh. sophomore year....summer between sophomore and junior year
40. can you draw well?
i can draw. the well is subjective ^_^
41. would you ever date someone you met on tumblr/the internet?
me n my girlfriend are long distance but i did not meet her on tumblr i think if i ever date someone on tumblr you all should require an essay from me on why it is an okay thing to do. i love my mutuals but some of the people on here...well you know
42. what was the last thing you ate?
snickers!
43. do you think youâre/youâd make a good boyfriend/girlfriend?
ehhhhh i mean iâm certainly better than i used to be but tldr no. but i have issues so take that as you will
44. have you ever had a near death experience?
as in i physically came close to death and survived, no. but i was in a car crash a few yrs back that if anything had happened differently it couldâve killed us
45. what do you think people think of you?
idk i have a hard time reading intention and like. opinions of me? i think everyone puts up with my shit and wishes they didnât have to lol
46. what is your middle name and do you like it?
my middle name is rowan and i love it cause i picked it myself i have no other middle names and i never have <3
47. are you close with either of your parents?
nnnnnnot really!
48. do you like yourself?
well i am the sexiest motherfucker alive but also i hate myself. iâm incredible and deserve better but also am horrible and deserve nothing. iâm the best and the worst at the same time <3
49. state five facts about your appearance
uhhhh my hairâs red, iâm short as fuck, i have blue eyes, i always wear hairties around my wrists, and i uhhhhh like wearing long sleeves. does that count??
50. state 5 facts about your personality
hm well i have no idea who i am as a person but? iâm creative, i like video games, iâm a pessimist, i spend a lot of time thinking/daydreaming, and iâm gay! the end <3 <3 <3
#asks#kei tag#food mention#parent mention#q slur#ummmm if i missed anything let me know n ill tag it!#long post
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Birthday Surprises
So this is by far my longest yet, at 2,095 words. I hope everyone likes it, it wasnât requested but I wrote it for Lenaâs birthday which is apparently today (according to the content on my dash lol).
With her cape rustling behind her, Kara walked over to Winn, practically buzzing. âHey Winn, can I call in a favor?â With his confirmation, she plopped into the chair next to him, grin splitting her face.
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The only noise in the quiet office was the clacking of her keyboard. Lena sighed, running her hands over her hair before sending the email she had written to her business partners in Hong Kong. Moving to the alcohol cabinet, she poured herself a glass of wine, absently staring at her desk. A bright trill broke the silence and Lena retrieved her phone from near her laptop.
A picture of Kara with walrus chopstick teeth lit up her phone, along with a message from her. She smiled before opening her phone and reading the message.
Hey Lee! Game Night tomorrow at 7!
Checking her calendar, she saw that tomorrow was also her birthday. She grimaced at the thought but decided it was better to spend it with her best friend than working all night.
Sounds good, Kara. Would you like me to bring anything?
Just your cute ass
Brows up near her hairline, she reread the message, another one coming in right after.
That was Alex
Not that you donât have a cute ass
Not that I was looking though- I would never.
Lena chuckled, amused that Kara was able to trip over her own words when texting.
Iâll be there, darling. Smiling, she packed up and left the office, telling Jess to go home on her way out. Maybe for once her birthday wouldnât be so bad.
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Lena dropped her purse onto her office couch, pausing as she saw a plain brown bag on her desk. She slowly walked over to it, opening it carefully in case there was a device in it. She wouldnât put it past her brother to leave her a bomb on her birthday. In fact, sheâd be surprised if he didnât.
Taking a deep breath, she looked inside. Instead of a bomb, there was a white box with a blue ribbon tying it closed and a coffee cup next to it. Pulling out the card that rested on top, she opened it, breaking into a smile as she read the scrawled handwriting.
âHey Lee, I happened to be in Paris this morning so figured Iâd get you something. I wonât be able to come by for lunch but I will see you tonight. Have a great day!
- Karaâ
Curious, she pulled out the box and cup. Untying the ribbon, she found some fresh madeleines sitting on a plush cloth. She pulled one out and took a bite, letting out a gentle moan at the taste. They were light and airy and the label marked them as the ones from the little cafe she had told Kara about. She finished the small pastry before grabbing the cup and taking a drink from it, the label matching the boxâs. She smiled, grateful that Kara had gone out of her way to get these.
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âAleeex,â Kara whined, attitude not lining up with her Supergirl persona. She spun on the wheely chair in her sisterâs lab, too nervous to stay still. âWhat if she doesnât like them?â
Sighing, Alex pinched the bridge of her nose and took off her glasses. She grabbed Kara by the shoulders, stopping her from spinning. âKara, stopping stressing on it. Sheâs gonna love them.â
âYe- yeah, youâre right. Iâm sure sheâll lo-â before Kara could launch into a rant, her phone went off, a text from the very woman.
So, a little birdy left something on my desk.
Kara smiled at the message, putting her hand on Alexâs forehead, keeping her from shaking her again.
Thank you, Kar. I love them.
âWell?â Alex huffed, wanting to see what the dark haired CEO was saying.
âShe said she loved them!â Kara beamed, bouncing on the creaking stool.
Iâm glad you do, Lee. Sorry I canât make it to lunch today.
Thatâs alright, we can go to it some other time.
But we were going to try that new Italian place. Kara pouted after sending that one, sad that her surprise was going to interfere with her lunch plans with Lena.
We can go next week, yeah?
Still pouting, Kara texted back while still ignoring Alex. Ok, Iâm holding you to that though!
Of course, darling. I have a board meeting so I will see you tonight
Have fun!
âWell?â At her sisterâs demanding tone, Kara grinned up at her, shoving the phone in Alexâs face.
âShe said she loved them!â Kara shouted, doing a quick spin on the chair.
âShe also called you âdarlingâ.â Alex wagged her eyebrows at the Kryptonian puppy in front of her, laughing as Karaâs ears turned red and she sputtered for a response.
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Kara gently landed on her balcony, a deep blue box in her hands. She set it on the counter, looking at the German writing before removing the cardboard. A white cake with deep green ivy and âHappy Birthday Lenaâ in fancy writing on top in a lighter shade. Satisfied, she put the cover back on and moved it to the spare bedroom before placing the ice cream in the freezer.
Looking at the clock, she realized she had 15 minutes before the Superfriends arrived. Using a burst of superspeed, Kara quickly cleaned up the apartment, finishing right as there was a knock on the door. She fixed her hair and opened the door, revealing Winn and James, the latter holding a bottle of wine.
âI have to run and get something really fast guys, can you hold down the fort till Iâm back?â Kara looked at her phone, checking the time Lena will be there.
âOf course, is everything okay?â James asked, a concerned look on his face.
âYea, I should be back soon. Lena said sheâd be a little late so I should be back before she gets here.â She thanked the boys before flying out the window.
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Kara silently landed in a side alley, changing before stepping out. She was on a side road in Britain, a short walk from the shop she was looking for. Stepping through the jewelers doors, she walked to the counter. An older man quickly appeared from the backroom, smiling at her.
âWhat can I do for you dear?â He asked, light blue eyes trained on her.
âIâm here to pick up an item.â
âWhatâs the name?â He grabbed a notepad before turning back to her.
âKara Danvers.â Nodding, he disappeared into the backroom again. She looked around the little shop, admiring the different jewelry on display.
âIs this it?â The older man appeared in front of her with a sleek black box, opening it so she could check.
âOh wow,â Kara breathed, gently touching the cool metal. âItâs beautiful, thank you.â
âNo problem.â After a quick exchange, she was on her way, black box tucked away.
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She landed back in her living room before smiling at her friends. âIâm back!â She goes into the kitchen as Alex follows her.
âWell?â Alex asked, breathless from anticipation. Kara opened the box, smiling as Alex softly gasped. âItâs so pretty, Kar. Sheâll love it.â
Before Kara could respond, the doorbell rang. She called to the others that sheâd get it, handing the box to Alex so she could move it to the spare room with the cake.
Kara bounced to the door, swinging it wide open to reveal her best friend. âHey Kara, sorry Iâm late. I had to deal with that meeting.â
âThatâs okay.â Kara reassured, pulling the woman into a tight hug. As they entered the living room Kara clapped her hands, getting everyoneâs attention. âAlright people! Youâre all going down!â Kara grinned, sitting with Lena at the couch as the boys booed.
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After cleaning and almost everyone was gone, Lena was getting ready to leave. Kara wrung her hands together, nervous for what was to come. âHey Lee?â Kara paused as those bright green eyes stared at her. âCan you stay a little longer?â
Lena set back down her purse, turning the the nervous blond in front of her. âYeah sure. Is everything okay?â
âY-yeah! Everythingâs great. I- uh, I actually wanted to give you something,â she paused to grab a scarf that was sitting on the couch before stepping up to Lena. She held up the scarf, smiling. âItâs a surprise though.â Lena shook her head as she turned her back to Kara, indicating for Kara to blindfold her.
With her vision blocked, all she could hear was Kara leave before coming back and setting something down. She still didnât remove the makeshift blindfold as Kara stepped up in front of her and began to talk.
âSo I had called in a favor yesterday to figure out something. And I wanted to make it special so I went to Paris and Germany and Britain, because youâre so important to me and-â Lena cut Kara off as she reached out for the bubbly blond.
âKar, I love when you ramble but youâre making me nervous,â Lena murmured, clasping Karaâs hands. The blond laughed nervously before removing the blindfold, letting Lenaâs eyes adjust. âNow, what was it you wanted to make so special?â
âWell I realized the other day that I didn't know when your birthday was,â seeing Lena stiffen, Kara rushed to continue. âWhich is totally fine! I understand- kind of. But the point is, youâre so amazing and I wanted to show you that. So I cancelled our lunch,â Lena raised an eyebrow at that, âI went to Paris this morning for your breakfast.â
Kara gently grasped Lenaâs shoulders to turn her around, revealing the cake now sitting on the counter. âI went to this amazing cake place in Germany to get the best cake ever,â Kara gently steered Lena closer to the cake, admiring the bakerâs work. âItâs red velvet with a buttercream frosting.â
Kara walked around her to grab the black box, now tied with a green ribbon. âThen I went to Britain and talked to this cute old man who helped me make this for you.â Kara gently handed the box to Lena, clasping her hands in front of her nervously.
Lena barely breathed as she gently untied the ribbon, letting it drop before opening the box. Inside, nestled on black velvet, sat a bright green stone linked to a shimmering silver braided chain. She admired the craftsmanship through teary vision.
âThe chain is metal from the pod I used to get here,â Kara said quietly. âThe stone is Kryptonite.â At that Lena snapped her head up to look at Kara.
âAre you nuts? This could hurt you!â Lena exclaimed, getting ready to move away.
âIt canât though,â Kara gently grabbed Lenaâs forearm, stopping her from moving. âAlex made it to where it canât.â
âOh.â Lenaâs brow furrowed in contemplation, thinking back to what Kara said. âSo you just gave a random man the metal and what? A design and just trusted him with it?â
âWell,â Kara scratched the back of her neck, thinking back to the older man. âItâs a long story but heâs not exactly human. I saved him a while back and helped him settle down in the UK. The people from his planet are good with metal and jewels so he wanted to help me make it, to repay me for helping him.â
âAlso,â Kara continued, crinkle forming. âNone of the others knew about this, other than Alex and that was because I was worried you wouldnât like it. I mean, you didnât tell me about your birthday so I thought, âmaybe Iâm crossing a lineâ ya know? Just going and figuring out when your birthday is. Cause what if you were upset with me and-â
âKara,â Lena interrupted, laugh coloring her voice. âThank you. Though I have to ask, how did you figure out when my birthday is?â
âI canât answer that one, I promised the person because âSheâll murder me if she found out, Kara!ââ At the interpretation Kara raised her voice to a higher pitch in a mocking way. Kara held out a hand for the necklace, taking it and moving behind Lena, brushing the dark hair away in order to clasp the necklace around her neck. She moved back in front of Lena, admiring the way it brought out her eyes.
Lena smiled up at Kara before pulling her into a hug, thanking the blond kryptonian. Internally Kara sighed, maybe one day sheâd tell Lena she loved her. But for now, this was just fine.
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Stark's Bug
Tony Stark x son!reader
=Masterlist=
And we're back baby. Sorry for the long wait but it had to be done. I was stressed to the brim lol. Anyway this chapter is a little cute and domestic cutouts of what Tony has to deal with every day lol. Happy Pride and have fun reading.
Warnings: zero to none
Words: 2079
Chapter 16
After the trip everything, and everyone, was busy. Happy had taken a week long vacation. Pepper and Natalie were having to call and answer calls from all kinds of government people. And Tony was in his lab researching about the dude who attacked him. Ivan something something if you remember correctly.
The news weren't above it either.
What was worse for you though was the stress hanging in the air. It seemed like nobody would be happy about you interrupting their work. But you also didn't know what to do with yourself. So you sat there on the ground looking off into space thinking about anything and nothing at the same time.
Then you decided to just walk around the house for a bit. Maybe you'll find something to do. As you turned the corner you saw a familiar and loved face appear not far away.
"UNCLE RHODEY!" You screeched and jumped into his arms.
"Hey there, champ. What's new?"
"Everybody is suuuuper busy and boring right now," you complained.
"Well, yeah. The attack yesterday was pretty shocking for a lot of people."
You shrugged and were put back onto the ground.
"I guess. What are you doing here?"
"I have to have a word with your dad about what happened."
"Ugh, you too?" You groaned and threw your head back.
"Yeah. Many important people are mad about what happened. They think Tony can't protect them so they want to take the suits away."
"Like the government?"
"Yes and the military and so on."
"But you're in the military?" You questioned as you were walking into the living room.
"Don't worry. I'm trying to protect him." He smiled at you and asked the room where your dad was right now.
You followed behind him but he turned around and stopped you.
"Sorry, bud. But I'm gonna have to talk with him alone, okay?"
"Why!?" You crossed your arms.
"Because I'll say some choice words you aren't allowed to use yet."
You huffed and sat down on the couch still pouting. You were allowed to go anywhere you want! This was your house!
Still angry your stomach growled loudly. So you left for the kitchen, took some food and sulked off into your room.
The next morning you woke up to a quiet and empty house. Which got you into a chipper mood.
For Tony Stark it was time to let off some off that pent up energy from sitting in the lab all day and night since he got back.
But inside the gym awaited a peculiar scene. There were you, pushing weights with all your might onto a mat layed out on the floor.
"Hey Buddy, what are you doing?" He asked both curious and amused.
You turned away from the task at hand to explain.
"I want to test how much I can lift!"
"With your hands or force?"
"The force!"
"Okay. Don't hurt yourself, alright?"
"I won't" and with that you turned back around to the task at hand. Tony watched you after changing into his gym clothes. You were so focused on scribbling into your notebook that you didn't know he was watching.
He looked on as you picked up one after another weight, putting them down inbetween to write something. He cheered you on inwardly as you struggled to lift another one and add it to the ones already floating about in the room. You added some more until it all finally came tumbling down with a loud thud that made the floor vibrate. Quickly moving to your notebook you wrote down the final amount you had lifted.
"Look how much I can lift, daddy!" You ran up to him holding up your little notebook proudly.
Tony grabbed it to stop it from moving and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he read the number with three lines under it.
"212lbs!? Wow, that's a lot," he exclaimed engulfing you in a big hug.
"That's more than 4 times my weight!" You talked on and showed him the math you had done in your book.
"No way. Wow." He paused thinking about all the documentaries on animals he had watched that talked about this kind of thing.
"That's just like an eagle!" He finally said remembering the documentary he watched with you just recently.
You frowned but shrugged. You'll take that.
"I guess your superhero name should be Eagle from now on." He joked but you shook your head.
"There is already someone named Eagle in Captain Magics team. I can't steal his name." You said matter of factly and walked off to begin cleaning up after yourself.
Meanwhile Tony wondered where Happy was for their sparring match today.
He pulled out his phone to call but then something made an elevator sound in his brain. Happy was on vacation for the next two weeks so... yeah.
He totally hadn't forgotten about that at all. Instead of dwelling on it he turned to you and helped to put away the weights.
"Iron man I need your help!" Tony jumped at the sudden appearance of his son Captain Storm behind him.
"What? Oh, what is it Captain Storm?" He asked in a serious tone.
"The evil Madman is trying to take over Brickville and I need your help defeating him and his evil goons!" You explained in a lower voice than usual, which he found adorable.
"Oh no that's terrible! How can I help?"
"We need to find his headquarters and destroy him once and for all!"
"Let's go then. We can't waste any time!" He jumped up and put on his helmet before sneaking away behind his you.
The city was a mess and located in the living room. Brickvilles Bricks were all over the place and half the city had been ravaged. No one who resisted had been left alive. As Captain Storm explained.
Nearing the headquarters Cap instructed Iron man to quieten down so they wouldn't be discovered by the very vigilant guards hired by Madman.
He had the entire city under his brutal paw.
Evading the goons outside both heroes got inside the headquarter undetected.
"We have to find Madmans office. Follow me!" Captain Storm walked forward leading the taller hero through the corridors towards what was discovered to be Madmans office just a few minutes prior.
"Stop," Storm said holding out a hand behind him before turning around. "Look, there's guards."
"That must be it then. How do you propose we get inside?"
"I sneak around to the other side and on three we take them down together."
Iron man nodded in agreement and the plan unfolded as said.
Captain Storm snuck around to the other guard further away from Iron man. He held up three fingers and lowered them one at the time indicating the countdown.
Once the last finger went down both heroes took the guards down quickly and left their bodies in the same spot they had been standing.
Bursting through the door there he was. Madman. Sitting on his office chair and looking as though he had awaited their arrival.
"Ah. Captain Storm and Iron man what a pleasure," spoke the Bear.
"Shut up stupid! We're not here to talk. Leave the city alone and I wont punch you in the face." The Captain said. Very aggressively. Iron man was sort of taken back.
"Yeah. You heard the man Madman." He supported non the less.
Madman said no and with that Storm tackled him out of his chair and started throwing punches.
"Leave. The. City. Alone."
You really beat the crap out of that Bear.
In the end Iron man dragged Madman out of his hideout and held him in place as Storm told the citizens that they were now safe and left Madman in the hands of the public.
"Good work Stormy. I will go now I hope you can handle the cleaning up?"
Captain Storm nodded dutifully and began cleaning. First dragging the stuffed supervillain by his blanket cape into his room while several Lego houses followed.
Tony Stark always thought of himself as a rather messy and unorganized person. But he didn't think he was this unorganized. After you had nagged him about being hungry he went into the kitchen to see what was available.
Nothing apparently. Nothing for him rather. You had spotted something that peaked your interest. A full bag of frozen peas.
"What about this?" You asked holding out the peas infront of you.
"What about it?"
"Can I have it?"
"The peas?"
You nodded.
Tony frowned. This wasnt what he imagined his son wanted for dinner.
"You want a plate of...peas?"
"Yes."
"With what?"
"Just peas."
"Are you sure?" Again you nodded this time more insistent.
What the hell. What kind of child wants peas for dinner.
"But these won't fill you up."
"Not if I eat lots."
The older Stark sighed and went on to prepare you a plate of pure peas. Just peas and nothing but peas. It felt wrong to put peas in a pot all by themselves. And it felt even worse putting all of them in an empty bowl again all by themselves.
He placed the bowl of peas infront of you and gave you a spoon. You, being the semi independent little man you are, went and got yourself a fork. Meanwhile your poor father didn't understand any of the actions you were currently taking. He wondered if he ever confused his parents like you were currently doing to him.
But you seemed to be delighted by the food. Kicking your legs back and forth while chewing the peas.
Tony opted to bite into his apple and keep his mouth shut.
In the end you ate two and a half bowls of peas and was satisfied with your meal.
Pressing down random keys on the piano you were slowly getting frustrated with the bad tunes that came out of it. Nothing even resembling the melodies your father could produce.
Said man walked in just as you were dragging your fingers over the keys angrily. He was planning on telling you to get ready for bed but seeing you sitting there, trying your darnest to produce music warmed his heart with fondness.
"Playing the piano, Bug? What song?" He teased and sat down next to you.
You glared at him.
"Oh if looks could kill," He chuckled and pressed down on one of the keys.
"Want me to teach you?"
You eyes lit up. "Yes! Can you, please?!"
"Alright, come here!" He patted the spot right next to him and you slid closer. He took your smaller hands and placed them where you should press, adjusting each finger that was needed.
"What song is it?"
"I think you'll know once we play it," you weren't really satisfied with that answer.
He placed his own hands right over yours and pulled you on his lap rather than reaching around you awkwardly.
Tony pressed down and the first two notes rung through the quiet room. You groaned.
"What?"
"Thats a childs song!" You exclaimed offended.
"Yeah and what are you?"
"Too old for Twinkle Twinkle little star."
Tony laughed a little. "Bug. This is one of the easiest things to play as a beginner. You don't start with the hardest thing first," he explained and played on with your hands still being guided along.
"Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are." Tony sang along teasingly.
"This song is stupid." You pouted.
"You rather have me sing the ABC's alongside it?" He poked you side and you moved away.
"Come on this was composed by Mozart. So I don't think it's all that stupid. Come on let's play some more,"
"Only if you play the Star Wars song!" You grinned up at him.
"Okay? I'll see what I can do," he said and placed you back onto his lap.
"This time you sing along too. Make sure I'm doing it right," he put your hands back in position and you nodded dutifully.
At first you just mumbled the words but your dad pushed you a slight bit and joined in.
You grinned and sang the last lyrics together. Giggling you pressed the last keys on your own.
"Great!" Tony praised and placed his own hands over different keys.
"What Star Wars song would the gentleman like to hear?"
"The one that goes: dun dun dun duhn dahdan duhn dahdan," you tried to describe it to the best of your abilities.
Tony nodded and thought for a second before pressing down on the first few notes of The Imperial March. You smiled brightly. He missed a few notes but that didn't bother you too much. It was sensational and you liked having your own musician in the house.
You clapped when he finished. "Whoooo. This was great!"
"Well, thank you kindly. But now is really time for bed,"
He shooed you along and into your bathroom and with that your day was over and another would soon arrive.
And then another, and another, and so on.
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@princeescaluswords tagged me in a fanfic ask meme, and Iâm loling at how few of the questions I can actually answer, because I swear Iâve literally forgotten more fandoms than most people will ever have. And Iâve probably written a good couple million words of fanfic all in total....
I know with just my first fandom alone, Roswell, I was in that one writing regularly for about three years and wrote and published probably a million words between the six or so âbig ficsâ I wrote......21 Down topped out at just over 200K, my Paradise Lost trilogy was probably a little longer as I think Genesis and Exodus were both around 80K and Revelations was probably closer to 100K. Riders of the Storm was around 120K.....Passage to Dawn I never actually finished because I scrapped it halfway through and started over.....and my revised version left off at around 50K I think, but the previous version before that had gotten up to 100K......and then I honestly canât remember the names of my other two big fics at the moment, lmfao, I just know I had one more that was an amnesia trope fic and one that was....oh! Never mind, just remembered. The Long Dark Night of the Soul was one of my shorter ones, probably somewhere between 60-80K.
But yeah, that was just my first fandom alone......but fandom was a little different then, like in the sense that nobody was really writing posts about meta or episode or character analysis......Roswell fandom existed almost entirely on various messageboards and linked sites created by the community. It was years before Ao3 of course, and while ff.net was around, Roswell was one of those fandoms that just never congregated around it......people posting Roswell fics on ff.net were the outliers, the majority of fandom was centered around sites like roswellfanatics.net, crashdown.com and my personal site/board of choice to hang out and post at, polarattraction.com. Iâm pretty sure all of those sites have been defunct for years, and I wish Iâd done a better job of saving some of my own fics at least, lol. But point is, the fandom was geared just towards the writing and consumption of fanfic more than anything else......so if you were writing something, it was either a fic itself, or a comment on somebody elseâs fic, lol.Â
Anyway, was just reviewing my various past fandoms, the ones I could remember, and thought of Dark Angel fandom, which I havenât thought of in forever. Which is kinda funny to me, actually, considering my focus in DA fandom was pretty much exactly my focus in Batfandom - the found family feels.
LOL. Like, I was never one of the better known writers in DA fandom given that my focus was not really the same as most of fandomâs. DA fandom was largely split into two camps locked in eternal ship war - Logan/Max and Alec/Max. I had by this time âevolvedâ to the point of looking at this and just snobbishly intoning âI do not care for the Straightness of this all and thus I choose to Abstain from the conflictâ so there was that at least.....but yeah, thing was, personally, I was in Dark Angel fandom for the found family feels. Maxâs eternal search for her siblings sheâd been raised with but lost track of when they escaped from Manticore as children.....like that was the good stuff, that was what drew me in and kept me under lock and key until Iâd banged out a good couple yearsâ worth of constant fic writing about her and her siblings before I moved on.
But while Maxâs search for her siblings was the catalyst and central plot of the first season of Dark Angel, fandom pretty much only ever took off with the introduction of Alec in the second season, when it became an either/or choice between Alec and Logan. And with most of the second season moving away from Maxâs search for her family to focus more on the larger big-picture plots, combined with the fact that most of Maxâs siblings never actually made an appearance onscreen.....understandably, they didnât end up occupying too much of a role in most of fandomsâ fics or interests.
Anyway, like I said, I churned out a shit ton of DA fanfic in a pretty short period of time....my single most popular fic was probably one about transgenics racing to find a cure when they realize theyâd been genetically engineered to all âexpireâ by a certain age, since their creators had no use for genetically engineered super-soldiers past the prime of their lives.
But my personal fave bits of writing, and the series I reeeeeeally regret not saving and wish I could find again, like, there was this one series of one-shots (ranging from a couple thousand words long to some that were about 20-30K long) written about each of Maxâs siblings.....all fifteen of them, lol. Jondyâs was the first one I wrote, and one of the first things I wrote in that fandom, and then I just added new stories to that particular series up until Jackâs, the very last one a couple years later....which I THINK was the last thing I ever wrote/posted in that fandom.
And since we only ever met about half of these characters on the show, and most of them only for an episode each, for the most part they were blank slates and the equivalent of writing OCs......and so Iâll always have a soft spot for my time in DA fandom solely because of how many people told me my version of Maxâs various siblings was like, the definitive version for them and what they based their own fics or takes on her siblings on. Swoon. Like, thatâs my favorite kind of compliment, especially in fanfic writing.
So that series was my Big Thing even if it wasnât my most popular or well-known fic, and the various stories in it were weird and whimsical and largely experimental. Because part of the point of fic writing for me instead of writing original fic is its like....fanfic is often the place where I just get weird with my writing and try new things even just stylistically. See what works and what doesnât, etc.
Anyway, kinda curious if thereâs anyone out there who was in Dark Angel fandom at all to any degree, or if any of these sound familiar or if anyone remembers reading them.
Like, so Jondy was Maxâs sister who we never met in canon but Max talked about often as being her favorite sibling, and her story in this series was called âLittle Lightning Girl.â In it she was a stripper slash vigilante, who used her job to take note of predatory guys who then she preemptively scared away from her coworkers or ran totally out of town. I forget how it went exactly, but that one was written as though it was all her stream of consciousness, and she had to my mind a kind of chaotic, whimsical sort of nature, so there was something in there like:Â
âCall me little lightning girl, for Iâve lightning in my veins. My hair is always frizzy, my steps all flicker-shimmy-shake. But when I strike, boom, clap, Iâm thunder in reverse - by the time you hear the rumble, its already too late. That was you hitting the ground. Donât hurry getting up. I can wait.â
And then Zaneâs story was called âZen and the Art of Not Breaking Your Customerâs Fucking Face (remember, its bad for business).â
Brinâs was âI Wasnât Born Yesterday (but yesterday, I remember being very small).â
Zackâs was âRules For When The Sky Is Falling (and this time it isnât your fault).â
Sylâs was âThe Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Parents (when youâve got the kind of parents that need killing).â
Benâs was âThey keep telling me Iâm crazy (I say its the world thatâs gone mad).â
Tingaâs was âA Storybook Kind of Princess (with a Grimm kind of happily ever after)â and Kritâs was âThe Good Die Young, So Boy, You Better Be Bad.â
Kaviâs was âI Never Learned How To Play Ball (striking out comes naturally).â
Vadaâs was âChase Me To The Desert and Watch Me Live, I Bet Iâll Thrive (you better believe I was born to survive).â
And then Sethâs was âAll Her Brothersâ Keeper (you keep your secrets and Iâll keep the watch).â
And though technically not escapees with the rest of them, I am anal and a completionist, so of course I had to write ones for Eva, Jack and Jace too.Â
Evaâs was âBig Sisters Know Best (so when I say Iâll die for you, just say thank you and live).âÂ
Jaceâs was âLeopards Never Change Their Spots (but why worry about my 5% leopard when Iâm 10% shark).Â
And Jackâs was âShelter The Innocent (but donât look at the boy without shelter and say that boy, heâs no good).â
Anyway, been randomly thinking about those today now. Well, not randomly since I can follow the train of thought that led me to thinking about them, but you know what I mean. Its just kinda funny to me that I do remember those particular stories so well when thereâs entire other fandoms I can barely remember writing in at all. And DA fandom wasnât even one I was in all that long, ever knew too many other people in, or like....idk. I definitely, definitely have written much more well read and frequently commented upon stories than that fairly random little series of almost-OCs, but for some reason it stuck around in my head a lot longer and a lot more clearly than a ton of other stuff.
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Light In the Darkness:
So I got what I consider good news from my Doctor today. Â He wants to make a case study of me. Â Yes, I might being a boring introvert that might one day be a bionic woman with all my joints replaced; but at least doctors find me interesting. Â LOL. Â The study might not mean much for me directly; but it might help other doctors better understand and treat patients with both hEDS and RA, and other illnesses caused by what I call the two big bads. Considering Iâve seen doctors who literally had to look up what hEDS is, this is something I see as a BIG win. Â So here I am wanting to celebrate with you all but updating my three main fics. Â Apologies to Erase the Shadow readers, I donât have a lot for you; I promise Iâm not drawing out the AizawaxReaderxMic smut scene to tease. Â Anyway, here you all go. Â I hope these updates can share a portion of my happiness with you.
Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers.
***If you prefer reading off AO3 hereâs the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887595/chapters/55633552
Thank you to those who have left hearts. Â And a special THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.
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23.1
Teris awoke the morning before her birthday to the maids pulling open the drapes and letting in the cursed sunlight. Â Squinting, she looked around for Mistress Kleen then remember that the woman had left yesterday afternoon ill.
Just to be certain that the hateful woman hadnât recovered and returned, Teris questioned trying to keep her hope in check. Â âWhereâs Mistress?â
âIll.â A maid said.
âConvalescing in her own home, bed bound. Â Another told.
âYes!â Teris cheered jumping out of bed with an energy she hadnât felt a second ago. Â At the maids startled expressions she sobered, dropping her raised arms. Â âI mean, Iâm sorry and wish her a full recovery after my departure.â
The maid that had seen to her hair the previous morning fought a smile.
Teris clapped her hands once. Â âThank you ladies, but you are no longer needed. Â Accept you.â Â She pointed at the tress maid. Â âIâd like you to stay if youâre willing.â
With a quick look back at her fellows she turned to Teris pointing to herself. Â âMe, my Lady?â
âThatâs right. Â Unless you donât wish to stay and help me appear presentable.â
âIâd be honored, my Lady.â
âTeris.â Teris said.
âMy Lady Teris.â
âWeâll work on it. Â Whatâs your name?â Â Teris asked.
âCeline, my Lady Teris.â
âEveryone out. Â Celine and I have work to do.â Â She looked at the maid and told in all seriousness. Â âI need you to be bold and forceful with me, Celine. Â I must show that I am giving my maximum effort these next two days. Â It wonât be even half as good as Mistress Kleen could accomplish in me. Â But hopefully it will be enough to prove to my brother that I can be relied upon to make the attempt so he wonât ever call upon that horrid woman again.â Â She made her way to the vanity and sat. Â âHereâs hoping Iâm never forced to wear a corset again.â
23.2
Joining the Silvaâs and her brothers at the breakfast table in the morning room the four men rose from their seats.
âYouâre late.â Â Fyntch told.
âIâm glad to see you encouraged our guest to begin without me brother.â Teris smiled lightly as she sat in the chair Julius pulled out for her. Â She turned to the Silvaâs. Â âLord Nathyn, I hope you and your family can forgive my tardiness. Â In all honestly, I couldnât decide what to wear.â
Nozel smiled at her cheery mood and hoped that their time in the wee hours of the morning had played a part in her joy. Â While they hadnât found anything of use, they had looked through quite a bit. Â Three of the five remaining shelves. Â They probably could have done a fourth shelf if they hadnât taken the time to get a late night snack and tallied so in the kitchens talking. Â It had pleased him greatly to find that not only did they worked well together but when alone, and without a sense of familial pressure, Teris and he got along well and were comfortable just being who they were with each other.
âYour delay is acceptable.â Â Nathyn said inclining his head wondering at the change in the girl, but pleased nonetheless. Â âYou are most becoming in our familyâs colors. Â Wouldnât you agree, Nozel? Lady Teris looks lovely this morning.â
âI have yet to find a color the Lady Teris is incapable of making look good, father.â Â Nozel told mindful of Terisâ feelings, turned his eyes to his father instead of her; an act, followed by such words would have undoubtedly upset her and ruined what they had achieved last night.
âYou gentlemen and your fine words. Â Youâll make me blush.â Â Teris teased.
Juliusâ quirked curiously as he looked at his sister out of the corner of his eye. Â While the conversation between Fyntch and Nathyn picked back up, Julius whispered to her. Â âYouâre in a fine mood. Â I take it you found something.â
âNot a even a hint to a clue.â Â Teris whispered back keeping her smile in place.
âThen whatâs with the proper lady act?â Â Julius wondered almost inquiring in jest if the zealots made another attempt at abducting her last night and replaced her with a transformation mage.
âYou wound me brother.â Â Teris softly said over the rim of her glass of pear cider. Â âI am capable of such an act that rivals the finest ladies society has to offer. Â I just hate having to preform and so rarely choose to.â
âVery well.â Â Julius allowed. Â âThen why now?â
âBecause,â she said giving Nebra the sweetest smile, âI refuse to have my ribs bruised and knuckles bloodied ever again.â
Julius scowled not understanding her meaning and wanting to demand who hurt her, his eyes flicking over to their brother. Â Even if Fyntch hadnât been the one to harm their sister he would likely have known about it, if not ordered it.
Setting down the glass of cider Teris said. Â âNebra, I know my expulsion and words against the Ladies League won me no favors with you but given that we will one day be sisters I was hoping you would do me the favor of teaching me a dance or two this afternoon. Â It doesnât have to take overly long. Â Just enough to get me by so I donât appear a complete fool during my birthday ball tomorrow.â
Lord Silva stopped speaking with Fyntch and looked over to his daughter. âNebra.â Â He encouraged when she didnât answer right away.
âBut of course.â Â Nebra blinked her voice sounding strained. Â âI would love to. Â Anything for my future sister.â Â She turned to her brothers. Â âNozel. Â Solid. Â You can join us.â
Nozelâs eyes slid to his sister wondering what she was up to. Â Whatever it was, he wasnât going to let her ruin his returned closeness with Teris. Â âI would be happy to partner with you, Nebra.â
âYou wonât be partnering with me silly. Â You are far too proficient to require my guidance. Â Where as Solid needs whatever help I can give him. Â No.â Â Nebra said. Â âYou shall be partnering with your future bride.â Â She smiled violet eyes turning to Teris. Â âThink of it as practice for the big day.â
Terisâ smile tightened around the edges. Â âLovely.â
23.3
After breakfast Julius, Fyntch, and Lord Silva retired to the study while the other four made their way to the ballroom.
Taking a seat Nathyn said to Julius. Â âI hope your father will be well enough to join us for lunch. Â He has gotten so thin.â
âHe has.â Â Julius nodded and looked to his younger brother for answer.
âThatâs right,â Nathyn said. Â âForgive me, Julius. Â I sometimes forget you left your fathers care to your younger brother along with your heir ship.
âIt was a difficult decision.â Â Julius said stiffly. Â âAnd though Fyntch undoubtedly faced his share of problems because of my decision, my efforts to become the next Wizard King has certainly afforded him and the family name a significant rise in power and esteem. Â I wonder Lord Silva. Â Have you noted any benefits due my accomplishments and your name being tied to ours with this intent to see Nozel and Teris wed?â
Choosing not to remind the younger man that he was head of House Silva, the second family of the kingdom, Nathyn smiled coolly. Â âNone that your sisters actions havenât undone.â
âIf Teris is such an embarrassment why maintain the intent for your heir to be yoked to her?â Â Julius asked.
Fyntch glanced quickly at Nathyn.
Nathyn sat back and crossed his legs. Â âIf I didnât know better Iâd think you were attempting to imply something there Julius. Thankfully, for the both of us and your poor sister whoâd be hard pressed to find a suitable husband if I wasnât a man of my word, I do know better. Â Since you have a history of showing little care for your family's troubles and well being when pitted against your own it may come as a surprise to you to find not everyone is like that. Â I stood by your family after Lady Resa died. Â Even when countless other noble and royal family's distanced themselves. Â It wasnât that I never heard the rumors about Lord Jaxon attempting to follow his wife to her death. Â I simply chose not to believe them or care about the stigma even a mere rumor of such an act brought with it. Â A man such as yourself would, and practically did, cut ties with your family then and there. Â But as I said, I am a man of my word. Â After you abandoned your family to pursue your dreams I often visited and wrote Fyntch, offering my advice and ear to his troubles. Â It may sound strange given the age and general differences in life, him unwed and me a widowed father of four, but your brother and I became friends after a time. Â He was there for me during my own strife after Acier died giving us Noelle.â Â He soured at the thought of his youngest child. Â âStill, even without the bonds that life's trails forged between our families, Jaxon and I made a pledge to unite our houses in wedding his beloved and only daughter to my heir. Â In all my life, I have never failed to keep a vow Iâve made. Â As aberrant and difficult as your sister may be, Iâm not about to let a girl make me start--â
A tinkling, like that of a small wind chime, sounded interrupting Nathyn. Â The three men looked about.
âOh!â Julius cried feeling a warmth in the breast pocket of his jerkin. âItâs me. Â Sorry.â Â He pulled out a communication crystal. âMagic Knights duties.â Â He told Fyntch and Nathyn standing up. âExcuse me.â Â Outside the room he answered the call with a short. âGive me a moment.â Â With everyone on the first floor he ran up to the second taking two stairs at a time. Â Satisfied this would afford him enough privacy he entered his fatherâs personal receiving room and walked on back to Lord Jaxonâs study.
âGo ahead.â
âCaptain,â Jonâs voice sounded from the crystal, âare you alright? Â You sound out of breath.â
âFine.â Julius assured. Â âDid Jax get in touch with you? Â What did he have to say? Â Have Bronn, Yami, and the others returned from their mission? Â What did they find?â
âAccording to Captain Jaxâs letter, they returned the same day you left for home.â Â Jon informed.
âThe same day? Â Why are you only now contacting me now?â
âI only today received Captain Jaxâs letter,â Jon said.
Julius sighed. Â He would have to speak to both his fellow Captain and his Vice Captain about communicating better with one another. Â Granted this wasnât an urgent matter, at least he hoped the news wasnât, but still with his interest and concern for Teris and Yamiâs welfare he wanted to know any and all information as soon as possible.
He paced the room ordering. Â âSummarize their report for me.â Â He was quickly distracted by the changes to his fathers study that only Fyntch and his style for the ostentatious would make. Â So, he thought with distaste, Fyntch had already taken over their fatherâs seat of power, so to speak, and made it his own. Â Shaking his head he focused again on Jonâs voice asking him to repeat what he last said.
When the Vice Captain was finished Julius rubbed his forehead. Â âSo they managed to make it appear as if the Wild Fire had been another attempt by outlaws to instigate a war between the Clover and Spade kingdoms.â
âDespite Bronnâs adamant words of disbelief in his full report, even he couldnât skew the evidence they found that pointed to such a conclusion.â Â Jon affirmed.
âAnd Sir Jorah is content to believe that roving bands of criminals suddenly smartened up and began working together?â
âI cannot speak to the Wizard Kings private musing but that is what he has told the other Magic Knight Captains and Head Sentries.â
âAny Captains other then Jax and possibly Pyter find such a quick and seemingly seamless transition from in fighting gangs to formidable force curious?â Â Julius asked.
âCurious? Sure. Â Curious enough to question the Wizard King or Commander Greywright? Â Not in the slightest.â
Julius sighed pushing his ire at the situation aside. Â âHowâs the squad? Everything well at base?â
âWeâre managing without you, Captain.â
âYou sure?â
âI think weâll survive till you return on the fourth.â Â Jon said his smile evident in his voice.
âI can return if you need me to.â Â Julius offered.
âAnd leave your sister alone at the mercy of your brother and the Silvaâs?â
Julius sighed again, knowing his Vice Captain was right.
âI know itâs not much of a vacation, Sir, but enjoy your time away. You take so little of it.â
23.4
Yami faced Jax in the Captains office and waited for the older man to speak. Â As he stood before the Captains desk he wondered if he should take Pilfer out for a run again tonight. Â While the ride and hunt only partially succeed in clearing his mind of Teris it had exhausted him enough to the point that after returning to base, he fell into his bed and slept.
âBronn told me what happened with Iban Halvor and you.â Â Jax finally said.
Yami watched and waited.
âWell?â Jax urged after a moment.
âIâm sorry, sir, I didnât hear a question in there.â
Jax gave a throaty growl of irritation. Â âIbanâs attack on you wasnât in your report. Â Why?â
Yami put his hands in his pockets. Â âFrom my understanding, it wasnât an attack. Â Merely a misunderstanding on his part of where certain lines, that shouldnât be crossed, were.â
âThatâs a rather magnanimous view. Â Especially since when Iban previously used his blood magic on your comrades Bronn or I heard about it straight away. Â And Iban never demanded they break free of his hold or made them choke themselves to provide encouragement.â
Yamiâs eyes narrowed. Â He didnât see Iban providing such details. Â He hadnât even told Olsen all that when he had confronted the Water Mage about his pet friend. Â The bastard had been awake, Yami realized cursing Bronn for his inaction if that had, indeed, been the case. Yami shrugged. Â âYou were a young man once. Â We play rough.â
âIban is twenty-six, five years younger than me. Â Far passed the age for such careless rough housing.â
âAre we speaking about the same man?â Yami asked. Â âHe might be twenty-six but his sense of right and wrong or when to stop is that of a child.â
âSo you have no problem with him using his magic on you to make you choke yourself while demanding you break his hold on you?â
âI made it clear that is wasnât something I found fun and wouldn't enjoy doing again.â Â Yami told. Â âAnd so far he has respected that. Â As long as he continues to do so. Â No. Â I donât have a problem with him.â
âVery well.â Â Jax dismissed.
He watched Yami turn and exit the office. Â When Bronn had told him that Yami had broken free for Ibanâs hold he hadnât believed it, certain his Vice Captain had seen wrong in the caves darkness. Â But now that Yami had confirmed he had Jax was amazed. Â Granted the will to live and thinking you would be forced to kill yourself if you didnât succeed were great motivators, but Jax had seen Iban control Magic Knight Captains with his magic and barely break a sweat. Â It wasnât just Yamiâs magical power that made the young man formidable. Â It was his physical might and strength of will. Â And the boy had only begun to stretch and grow. Â Jax found the boys possibilities both exciting and fearsome.
23.5
The music began again, Nozel and Teris bumping into one another.
âSorry.â Teris apologized again for stepping on his foot.
It had gotten to the point where Nozel was seriously considering cloaking his toes in mana. Â It wasnât that Teris weighed too much, but that her steps were far from light. Â If they hadnât made peace last night he would have thought she was purposely trying to flatten his toes with her heavy tread.
âYouâre not trying to kill a bug.â Â Nozel said, once again lifting her head up with a finger beneath her chin. Â âLooking at your feet wonât help.â
âIâm not looking at my feet.â Â Teris said. Â âIâm trying to figure out where yours are going so I can follow.â Â It was well past lunch and they had been at it since shortly after breakfast.
âThat is what the hold is for.â Â Nozel told pressing her lower back with one hand and tapping his fingers on the hand he held, grateful Nebra and Solid were long gone. Â Nebra had been full of criticism and nothing else making Teris stiff, and if possible worse then she already was at following his lead. Â After their departure, Teris had relaxed considerably making instructing her that much easier. Â âMy feet may move me but itâs my arms that will tell you where weâre headed.â
Teris stepped away frustrated. Â âIâm never going to get this. Â Iâll fail miserably and my knuckles will pay the price.â
Nozel puzzled at her last words a bit before stepping to her and turning her to face him. Â âYou will get this.â Â He assured.
âAt least one of us can still fake such certainty.â Â She laughed humorlessly.
âThereâs nothing for me to fake. Â You forget how well I know you.â
âAnd whatâs that got to do with my succeeding at this? Â Other then the fact that you should know better then to have any faith in my success.â
âBecause, Iâve never known you to fail at something you put your mind to,â he said. Â He was loathed to lower his arms and release her but forced himself to do so when he felt her muscles begin to tense ever so slightly. Â Teris wasnât so unlike a nervous animal you tried to put at ease as you tried to coax it out of itâs den and accept your ministering hand. Â Push too hard. Â Touch her at the wrong time, in the wrong way, or for too long and you were back to square one.
âThanks.â She said feeling self conscious.
âYouâre putting too much pressure on yourself is all,â Nozel said. Â âLeave us.â Â He ordered over his shoulder at the violinist.
âWait. What. Â Nozel. Â We need him.â
âNo we donât.â Â Nozel said stopping her from following the musician.
âUh, we kinda doâand now heâs gone.â Â Teris said letting an arm fall as the ballroom door closed.
âTrust me.â Â Nozel said looking at her.
âTrust isnât easy for me.â Â Teris confessed.
âBut weâre friends.â Â Nozel reminded. Â âYou should trust your friends.â
âI knew I would rue the day I admitted that to you. Â I just never thought that day would come so soon.â
âTurn around.â Â Nozel ordered giving a small smile.
âDonât tell me what to do.â Â Teris played.
Nozel grasped her hand and spun her around in a somewhat dance move. âRight now I am your instructor and can tell you to do as I please.â Â It was his turn to tense as the desire and implications of his words struck him.
âVery well.â Â She laughed. Â âBut I must warn you. Â I can sometimes be an unruly and awful student.â
He forced a smile trying to shake the battling emotions within him. âJust relax, and trust me to lead you where you need to go.â Â He said taking her into his arms in a dance hold.
âDo you think I can look even a quarter as fine as Nebra?â Â Teris asked seriously. Â She forced a teasing smile and continued. Â âOr are you not that great an instructor.â
Nozel stared into her eyes and confessed. Â âEven when you think youâre at your worst, you out shine every lady there is.â
Teris pulled away and shook her head. Â âDonât.â
âDonât what?â Â Nozel asked feeling the blood drain from his face in fear.
âDonât flirt. Â Thereâs no reason to. Â Even the musician is gone. Â Donât do something neither of us enjoy because your family expects it when they arenât even present to benefit.â
âI wasnât flirting.â
âDonât lie to me, Nozel. Â Iâm not stupid.â
You certainly are if you think I only do it because itâs expect, Nozel thought. Â âSorry.â
âFor flirting or lying?â Â She asked.
Nozel closed his eyes pressing his teeth together as he checked his temper. âFor both.â Â He said opening them. Â âItâs a habit I have trouble turning off.â
Teris tilted her head.
âHow else am I to convince my father? Â Heâs a hard man to fool and keeps a keen eye on me.â
Terisâ expression turned sympathetic. Â âIâm sorry.â
Nozel shook his head. Â âI donât want to focus on it.â Â He looked at her and continued. Â âNot when we got our work cut out making it appear as if youâre dancing and not marching through the mud.â
âThatâs just cruel.â
âYou want cruel? Â Step on my toes one more time and Iâll show you cruel.â
It was nearing time to get ready for dinner when Nozel announced. Â âIt will suffice.â
âThatâs all?â Â Teris expressed. Â âWe spent all day at this and my efforts will suffice?â
He gave her the cool gaze the Silvaâs were known for. Â âIf you wanted your ego petted you should have said so sooner.â Â It felt wrong to disparage her so, even if it was in jest, but she seemed to enjoy it. Â If all it took for her to relax around him was some good old fashioned razing he should have done it years ago. Â Who knows where they would be in their relationship if he had.
âThank you,â Teris said.
âFor not petting your ego or--â
âFor taking the time to teach me.â Â She told him. Â âI still donât like following but I think I can manage for a dance of two.â
âJust remember to keep your feet light. Â A gentleman can gracefully ignore a toe or foot being stepping on, so long as his toe is not flattened or bones crushed.â
Teris couldnât help but grimace at that as she promised. Â âIâll try.â
âYou never told me why the sudden interest.â Â Nozel said casually as they made their way to the doors.
âYes I did. Â For my knuckles.â
âYou may have mentioned your knuckles in passing. Â A rather confusing statement I might add, but didnât say how they figured into your wanting to learn how to dance.â
âItâs probably best if I donât,â Teris said. Â âLetâs just say. Â In the hopes of never seeing someone again I decided to try to prove to my brother that I can and will make an effort.â
âI hope this someone isnât me,â Nozel said. Â âYouâll be bitterly disappointed when next we have to work together on a mission.â
âItâs not you.â Â Teris smiled purposefully bumping him with a shoulder. âYouâre not half bad.â
âThank you.â
âYouâre certainly not as bad as Mistress.â
âI donât know who this Mistress is but Iâll take the praise,â he said.
âYou shouldnât. Â Itâs not very high praise. Â Anyone would be a preference to her.â
âAre you going back to the library tonight?â Â Nozel questioned.
Teris stopped the change in subject taking her aback a moment. Â âWhy?â She asked cautiously.
âIf I find I have trouble sleeping again I thought I would assist you.â Nozel said trying to sound nonchalant.
âYou donât have to,â Teris said. Â âWhile I appreciate your help, more then I can say, you donât have to.â
âWhat kind of friend would I be if I didnât help you finish looking? What if somethingâs there and we just havenât come across it yet?â
âAlright.â Teris allowed. Â âBut only if you canât sleep.â
âOf course,â Nozel nodded. Â âI wouldnât keep myself up just to help you.â
23.6
Teris entered the library to find Nozel had already searched half a shelf's worth of books. Â âNo luck.â Â He told her frustrated.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI couldnât sleep.â Â He said turning a page.
âDid you even try?â
He stopped and looked up at her blinking. Â âWhat do you think? Â I got into my night clothes and slipped on a robe to make it appear as if I had made an attempt should you ask.â
Feeling silly Teris came around beside him. Â âSorry. Â I just donât want to be a burden.â
Nozel released the breath he had been holding grateful his sarcastic tone had convinced her his truthful words were a jest. Â Looking at her sideways he muttered. Â âYou are not a burden.â
âNo?â
âThere should be no doubt in your mind that you will never be a burden to me.â Â He told turning to her.
âNozel.â Teris shook her head her expression becoming distant and impatient.
Feel him loosing her again he quickly asked, âIf Fuegoleon were here instead of me would you worry he felt you were a burden?â
âNo,â she said. Â âAnd if he did Iâd kick his butt.â
âThen why question if I do?â
âCause heâs family.â Â Teris answered. Â âDistant family but family. Besides, weâve known each other all our lives. Â Grew up together.â
âWeâve known each other for all of our lives. Â And practically grew up together.â
âItâs not the same,â Teris said.
âWhy? Because of our families plans for our future? Â Forget about that. You say itâs never going to happen so it should be easy for you to do so. Â Iâm tired of fighting you, Teris. Â Iâm tired of trying to have to prove to you time and again that I am indeed your friend. Can you just forget about the rest and accept me as whatever you want me? Â If that is, as you said last night, a friend then letâs be friends in truth. Â If it is not. Â Tell me. Â All I ask is that you stop jerking me from friend to enemy to acquaintance or anywhere else. Â Itâs tiring. Â And I donât like it.â
Teris stared. Â She had never seen Nozel angry at her. Â Annoyed. Â Yes. Displeased. Â Certainly. Â A whole host of emotions directed at her had crossed his face and echoed in his tone over the years. Â But not once had there been anger.
âIâm sorry, Nozel.â Â Teris whispered, her mouth feeling dry. Â Fuegoleon, Julius, and Mereoleona had been right. Â She was too hard on him. Â And now, in his moment of anger she found herself afraid to loose his friendship. Â âIâll try to do better. Â Itâs just that--â Â She shook her head firmly. Â âNo. Â I wonât make excuses. Â Iâm sorry. Iâll do better. Â I promise.â
Nozel swallowed, shocked. Â Before she had spoken, in that moment of silence, he had been near breaking and was about to apologize to her for his outburst. Â He had never been so glad for not doing something before in his life.
Clearing his throat Nozel gave a firm nod. Â âThat is all I ask. Â Thank you.â
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