#mystreet x reader

[starhvney]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, gene, laurance

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, teasing and making out, reader is shy and inexperienced with kissing, she asked him to teach her how ;)

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: @frannky requested: "omg mystreet boys teaching you how to kiss and they unintentionally make out with you 🤭🤭" um. so yeah i need to be taken out back behind the shed and put down like a dog ty for the scrumptious prompt

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (coming soon)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

“so… you have a crush on someone else, but want me to show you how to kiss?”

timidly you nod, your heart throwing itself against your rib cage in protest of your bold actions. 

“yeah…”

“but you’re not gonna tell me who this guy you have a crush on is?” dante tilts his head, blue hair shifting against his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

the corner of his lips turn up, eyebrows raising when you shake your head no. his fingers reach up to brush the hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and curling under your chin to give it a teasing lift.

“and what would your crush think if he knew you were kissing me? would he be okay with this?”

“um…” you stumble with your words, scrambling for your next excuse. “…yes?”

both of his hands cup the sides of your face, fingertips threading themselves into your hair and head dipping down to press a playful kiss against yours. he pulls away just as quick, gauging your flustered reaction and reveling in your widened eyes and agape mouth.

“i think you’re lying,” he giggles, squishing your face in his hands and poking your cheeks with his thumbs. “tell me who you have a crush on. c’mon, you can tell me.”

“i—you—-“ you stutter, staring up at your crush who knew exactly what he was doing. “i can’t.”

“sure you can. how else am i supposed to guess how he’d want you to kiss him?” he bites his bottom lip, eyes darting down to yours before leaning down to nip and pull at your own. “should i just show you how i like it? want me to teach you how i kiss?”

you eagerly nod, immediately blushing in embarrassment as he grins at your response.

“oh yeah?”

his head dips down again, teeth tugging your lower lip and getting your jaw to slack, letting him maneuver his mouth against yours the way he wants. his hands trail down to land against your waist, rubbing his fingers into the skin before sliding them down to rest on your hips. he pulls his lips from yours for just a split moment, just to talk you through it.

“put your arms around my neck…” you do as he says, making him tap your hip in praise. “there you go.”

his lips are once again on yours, greedily pressing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you, frenzied and full of a determined motive to get you to crack. he pulls back once again, backing up when your lips try to chase his. one of his hands moves up to swipe the smear of your tinted lip gloss from the corner of your lips, a smug eyebrow raising at you.

“you gonna admit it’s me, now?” 

you duck your head, timidly nodding as you bite against your now pouted and plump lower lip. when you glance back up you notice his own face has gone red, despite the front he had so confidently put on.

“then why do we have to stop here?”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“gene…”

you’ve lost any ability to get up from where you sit on gene’s lap, the nervous butterflies and heat in your cheeks disabling any coherent thought or power in your limbs to move. you want to punch the stupid smirk right off his face as he leans in for the nth time, dodging your lips and instead brushing them along your jaw.

“what?” he snickers, relishing in the annoyed whine that leaves your throat.

“you’re being mean.”

“aww,” he coos, clicking his tongue and leaning back with a tilt to his head. “how? i’m just teaching you like you asked.”

“you know what you’re doing…”

“hm?” he smiles, more amused chuckles leaving his lips. “and what’s that? why don’t you tell me what i’m doing.”

your fingers lock onto his shirt, tugging in protest as you duck your head down in embarrassment. his hand gently slides to rest under your chin, fingers holding your jaw in place as he lifts your face back up. cool fingertips and rings accentuating just how hot your cheeks had grown.

“look at me, sweetheart,” he smiles, finger tapping against your cheek. “tell me.”

“i can’t,” your eyes clamp shut, head shaking.

you hear him snicker one more time before his lips are pressing against yours. he draws back, deep voice rasped and husky as his breath brushes across your face. it smelled of nicotine and mint, something comforting and entirely gene.

“i’m so mean, i know…” he brushes his lips against yours. “i’ll make it up to you, you just need to be patient. can you do that for me?”

you nod, leaning forward in hopes that he’d connect his lips with yours once again. he finally complies with your wishes, slightly chapped lips locking against your own and stealing your breath.

he doesn’t pull away this time, his hand that held your chin maneuvering your face the way that he wanted. your breath hitches, allowing him to deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. he tilts your head back, hand sliding to the nape of your neck to hold you in place and his other arm slinking around your waist.

it’s not until you’re out of breath, tapping against his neck and chest that he lets you go, pulling back just a few centimeters. he smirks down at your flushed cheeks and plump lips, eyes hooded and glossed over.

you squirm when you attempt to pull further away, only to be stopped by gene’s firm hold on you.

“where are you going?” he laughs under his breath. “you still have a lot to learn, we’re not done yet.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

your face is buried in laurance’s chest as he chuckles at you, his fingers gently brushing through your hair and trailing down to rub circles against your back. despite his attempt to comfort your timidness it only makes you melt further against him, electric tingles and goosebumps shooting across your skin where his fingertips linger.

“aww, you’re so cute. you don’t need to be shy with me.” he purrs into your ear.

his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him as he dips you down like the end of a romantic slow dance. he leans over you, admiring the face you’re unable to hide from him like this. your cheek presses against his bicep, squishing against the muscle as you try to turn and squirm away from his soft gaze. 

“what are you embarrassed for, sweet girl? what’s wrong?” he squeezes you against him, smiling as he doesn’t let you shy away.

“i’m just nervous…” you squeak out, throat tight as your heart jumps up from your chest.

“ohh, i know.” he coos, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “i’ll take the lead and i’m sure you’ll catch on quick, hm? is that okay with you?”

you nod, chin trembling involuntarily from nervousness. he giggles again, lifting you up closer to him as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your face, close to your ear. 

“you’re adorable, just calm down. i’ve got you.” he whispers before placing another kiss across your cheekbone, intentionally running his soft lips against your skin. “i can hear your heartbeat from here.”

you practically go limp against him in response, earning another adoring chuckle from his lips. he plants more feathery kisses along your cheek, trailing closer to your lips and reaching the corner of your mouth. he pulls away for just a moment, admiring your shaky breaths and flustered features.

slowly, he leans back down, pressing his lips against yours in a heart-wrenchingly tender kiss. it makes your head spin, his soft treatment of you contrasting the thundering war rushing through your veins and rushing to your head. when he pulls away you can’t help how your lips chase after him, before you dizzily lean back into his arms.

he smiles, giggling at your eagerness as he unlatches the arm he secured around your waist to brush his thumb against your lower lip. “you want more?”

before you could melt through his fingers from embarrassment he dives down, seemingly much more eager than he was letting on as he nudges his mouth against yours, getting your lips to part as he brushes his tongue against yours.

his arm holds around your waist again, pulling you snugly against him and his hand brushing along your spine as he steals your breath straight from your lungs. when he pulls away again—after what felt like an entire lifetime later—he can’t help the soft smile that graces his lips again, eyes tender as they take in every part of your expression.

“so cute.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[lyraofthestarsss]

Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[lovelaurs]

may i request a mcd Laurance or Travis (or both??) x reader fic where reader is on their period and having like super bad cramps and overheating and Laur and/or Trav are just trying their absolute best to help??

also just wanna say i adore your fics!! i absolutely loved the last one you wrote from my request (he/him lesbian laur x aroace aph), its was literal perfection <3

LOOKING AFTER YOU

pairing : mystreet travis, laurance x gn reader synopsis : your boyfriend takes care of you while you're on your period! tags : periods, cramps, comfort, cuddling, support word count : 1.2k | around 550 words for each one! a/n : as someone who ends up reading comfort fics of my favorite characters comforting me on my period while cramping, i thought this was a really fun request to right! hopefully this can bring some comfort to someone while they're in pain! - just going to clarify that this is still gender neutral! the only thing that is physically canon within this is having a period, but that does not define the gender of the reader!

MASTERLIST

Like clockwork, your time of the month had come.

I mean, it wasn’t like you were that shocked, as your calendar predicted it would come any day now. But… did it have to be today? Really? The day that you and your boyfriend were planning on going on a date?

I mean, come on!

You hadn’t even gone to the bathroom to check the bloody mess you probably caused, knowing you’d have to move around to clean it.

And your bones just ached.

You found yourself lying in bed, groaning, as a familiar voice knocked at your door.

Shit.

TRAVIS

“Hey, babe? You okay?” Travis called from behind the door.

A particular strong cramp hit you just as you were about to respond, causing your voice to waver and sound almost cracked.

“Y-Yep! Just peachy…”

There was a bit of silence as Travis processed how you sounded.

After a few seconds passed, he asked. “Can I come in?” He slowly turned the handle, ready to open the door but pausing to hear your response.

“Fine…” The word was drawn out, mumbled as you turned to your other side, squeezing your pillow.

As he opened the door, he saw you curled up on your bed, your hair frizzy after the amount of tossing and turning you’ve done ever since you woke up.

He quickly rushed over to the side of the bed, kneeling down. “What’s wrong?” He worriedly put a hand to your forehead, looking for a temperature. “Do you feel overheated?”

“No need, Travis. I’m not sick.” You made what sounded to be an inhuman noise as you turned over onto your other side to face him. “I’m just on my period. These cramps are killing me.”

He blinked twice before running to the bathroom, opening up the bottom cabinet and frantically looking for any menstruation products he could find.

He came back with boxes of tampons and pads stacked in his hands, laying them down on your dresser. He began lifting each up, reading the labels to find ones for heavy flow for your first day.

“Let’s see… thin, overnight, swimming…” He kept looking over the boxes, picking up several ones that seemed good for first day flows. “Do you want pads or tampons?”

You groaned out your answer and he nodded, grabbing the box and placing it next to you on the nightstand.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him in, wanting a sense of pressure (his arms) around you. 

Travis got the message almost instantly and crawled across the bed, curling in next to you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and putting pressure on the exact spot you needed it most.

As he put his head into the crook of your neck, he snuggled against you. “You know, you’re going to have to get up eventually.”

You frowned at the thought. “But I don’t want to walk to the bathroom…” You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow. 

“Well then.” He released you from his arms and got off the bed. “How about I just carry you there?” “What-”

Before you could answer, the man already picked you up, passing you the box you chose earlier, and walked towards the bathroom.

“T-Travis! What are you doing?”

He smiled at you as he placed you down on the lidded toilet seat. “You said you didn’t want to walk over here, right? Well, problem solved.” He then turned the shower on, making sure it was just the right temperature before he headed to the door. “I’ll go make your bed so we can cuddle when you’re out. And if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask, okay?”

“But what about our date-”

“Don’t worry, we can always reschedule.” He reached for the door handle, winking at you. “Besides, I prefer to spend the rest of the day cuddling with you instead!”

LAURANCE

“Laurance…” You groaned his name from your bed.

He slowly opened the door at your call, worriedly peaking in before pushing the door open.

As he looked at you curled up in a ball, he sat on the side of the bed, petting your head. “Cramps, huh?”

You nodded, inhaling sharply as your insides felt like they were twisting.

“I’m going to get you some Advil and heat up your heating pad, alright?” He wasted no time and quickly made his way out of the room, heading for the kitchen.

He hurriedly put the heating pad in the microwave and fetched you the bottle of Advil from the cabinet. He tapped his foot as he hummed a tune, waiting for the heating pad to finish heating up in the microwave.

On his way back, he made sure to grab a water bottle too. He didn’t want you to get dehydrated now, did he?

It wasn’t long before he came back to your room with both hands full of the items, smiling warmly.

It felt like Irene truly blessed you by giving you such a caring man.

He helped you sit up, opening the bottle cap for you and passing you the water as you took the medicine, before finally placing the heating pad on your abdomen. You couldn’t help but sigh as you leaned back against your pillow.

This man would hold the world up for you if it meant you were comfortable, huh?

You scooched in, patting the space next to you, welcoming Laurance into your bed.

He giggled at the sight before laying down next to you, pulling the covers over himself. Laurance quickly wrapped his hands around your waist, holding you tightly. The pressure against you felt almost heaven sent.

“You know, I think this is better than going out on a date.” He nuzzled his face into your hair. “Just the two of us cuddling in bed for who knows how long… I prefer it like this.”

You hummed onto the sheets, before turning yourself around so you could shove your face into his neck. “Mhm… I’m sorry for ruining our date, though.”

Laurance snickered. “How is this your fault in the first place? What, did you manually turn a bleeding switch on or something?”

“No… it’s just that we had everything planned out, with reservations and-”

“Well, we can have just as much fun at home compared to going out to eat.” Laurance grinned, pulling out his phone and opening YouTube. “We can have our own make-shift date right now! Do you want to watch something to help distract you from your cramps?”

You snuggled closer to your boyfriend, humming in agreement as you begin to watch a bunch of funny cat videos.

By the time the videos finished, your Advil had kicked in and you were feeling way better.

You turned to tell Laurance but found him fast asleep, head against your shoulder, breathing softly.

He looked downright adorable.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you took a picture of him like this… right?

You reached over him, trying to get your phone from the nightstand, when all of the sudden you hear him stir, mumbling your name.

With his arms still around you, you were pulled down against the bed as he pulled you to his chest. 

The way his arms slid around your back just felt too good to be true.

He makes your cramps just a little bit better.

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

[aph-centric-fixs]

hello!!! i just found your blog and i desperately need more gene x reader fics ‼️ if you pretty please wouldn't mind writing a short n sweet (or it can be as long as you want i won't mind lmao) fic abt just the softness of dating gene? i'm not sure how else to describe it but i just want like some domestic bliss with him because he always seems so stressed/upset yk? anyways enough yapping out of me, i hope you're having a good day and no pressure to write this at all!! tysm!!

The weirdly domestic life

Oh my goodness yes! Gene definitely needs that domestic bliss in his life.

Gene x Reader (Gender neutral)

CW// nothing I believe? Other than the writing 🫶

In all honesty, Gene never saw himself living a life with someone else: like probably a roommate, but never a romantic partner. Not that he was complaining, really, he was grateful to have you in his life.

It all sort of came crashing down on him one night, after a long shift. The walk home was cold, extremely so, because of course today of all days he had to grab a jacket without a hood the night it rains. Then his keys kept slipping away from the keyhole, he swore the key was going to snap in half from how aggressive he was trying to get it in.

Practically slamming the apartment door shut behind him, he let out a sigh and kicked off his shoes. Leaning on the door his head leaned back and he just tried to calm down.

"Gene?" He heard. His head fell back down to look at you, a small smile gracing his face at the sight. Your pajamas were adorable, as always.

"Hey sweetheart" he muttered, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around your torso. His head burying itself into your shoulder.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and pet at the top of his neck to play with his hair. "Everything okay?" You asked, using your other hand to pat his back a little.

"Just peachy" he responded, holding you even closer to himself while taking a long and deep breath. It was comfortable in your arms, so safe.

The two of you stood like that for awhile, in the entrance of your apartment just holding each other. To Gene, it was like the whole world had stopped the second you wrapped your arms around him, like nothing bad could ever happen to him with such a caring person by his side.

But, all good things must come to an end, as you slowly pulled away and took his hands in yours. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" You smiled at him, and as he nodded to agree you began to walk to the bathroom.

You sat him gently in the toilet seat and opened a cabinet to grab a towel. Unfolding it you gently laid it on his head, leaving his face clear, and gently dried his hair off slowly. It felt good, like a massage, to Gene. Just what he needed after a long day.

"you go change, I'll finish up dinner, okay?" You smile and lean down to kiss him. He leans forward as you pull away and leave.

It didn't take long for him to change into comfortable clothes, pajamas are real easy to get into. Simple plaid loose pants and a shirt were what he usually wore, but he changed it up a little and went with a hoodie instead. It felt good to have after a long day.

Walking into the kitchen he was you plating everything, holding two bowls next to the pot of what he assumed was a stew of sorts- at least it smelled like it.

"Stew?" He asked, watching you jump with a chuckle, he didn't mean to scare you but it was absolutely hilarious.

"Oh, yeah. I couldn't think of anything else to make today, guess it worked out" You answered. You turned around and handed him a bowl. He could easily see all the veggies and what he thought was beef in the bowl swirling around deliciously.

"C'mon, you can pick the show tonight" you said while walking past him, tugging on his hoodie a little as you did to lead him over to the couch.

"How gracious of you" with a giggle from you as a reply, he sat down next to you. As he scrolled through movies you leaned on his arm, and in return he leaned his head on yours slightly.

Gene never saw himself having a life like this. But damn it if he wasn't grateful to have it, to have you.

[arienic]

hii! may i request a mys!gene x fem!short! reader? :)

of course! so sorry for the delay, i got caught up in a bit of writer's block. i feel like this is a little ooc, still trying to get him down huhu. hope you enjoy though!

"What the fuck are you doing?" Gene blurts.

You don't even look at him, still perched on the kitchen counter, prying a cupboard open. "Getting chips," you tell him. "What else?"

"I didn't mean that, I meant —" When you lean up on your knees to reach for a pack, he blanches, immediately rushing over to steady you. "Shit, doll! Why're you on the counter?"

"Getting chips," you repeat, with emphasis this time, as if to say 'are you stupid?' "I was watching a show and I got hungry, so here I am, getting chips."

"We have a ladder — we have chairs!" He pinches your thigh. "You have me!"

You swat his hand away, then drop a bag of chips onto the counter. But it seems you're not done, not yet — you continue rummaging through the cupboard. "I was lazy," is what he gets as a reply.

Gene rests a resigned hand on the back of your calf. "You're insane."

"Innovative. Able to adapt. Get it right, baby," you hum. He sighs, and you laugh at that.

The chip bags crinkle loudly as you sort through them. It's a mess of reds and blues and yellows and greens — they're all pushed to the side, stacked on top of one another, in your search. Not that Gene's complaining — in all honesty, it doesn't look all that different from when he'd stocked it up last weekend.

And then finally — finally! — you pluck another bag of chips from the pile and sit back on your calves. Gene reaches over your head to shut the cupboard.

"Thanks," you say, your back still to him, hunching over to look at the chips you picked out. 

Gene pokes your hip, hand coming up to rest on your waist. "At least look at your savior when you're thanking him, sweetheart."

You laugh, lean back onto his chest. "Savior?"

"Yes, savior."

He gives your hip a little squeeze, and you roll your eyes. Resting a hand on his shoulder for support, you twist your body around, taking up your legs from under you and adjusting 'til you're seated comfortably on the counter. 

"Better now, savior?"

"Much." His hands come up to settle on the tops of your thighs, and you let him move forward to stand between them. "Now that you're all safe and sound — don't pull that shit again, sweetheart. I know you're short" — you roll your eyes — "but you don't need to go around climbing counters for some chips."

"It's so fun, though."

"Yeah?" Gene moves in closer, and delights in the flush of your cheeks when he keeps eye contact with you as he does so. "Bet it's like climbing Mount Everest."

A smile tries to tug up your lips, but you press them in a thin little line. "Fuck you," you tell him.

"I'd be honored, doll."

"Gene!" you laugh.

"But, you know, I guess you're probably raring to go and devour these chips of yours" — he reaches around your back and picks up the packs, holding them up to your face — "as you watch some movie, so." Gene places them gingerly on your lap. "I'll leave you to it."

You shake your pretty head, get down from the counter, and with your chips tucked under your arms, you disappear into your room.

You do give him a kiss as you go, though, so he'll let it slide.

[chackyxyooj]

Cold Showers

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Description: Showering with MS boys, but you turn the water cold - drabbles. Included: Laurance, Zenix, Gene, Vylad CW: Slightly provocative themes (Looking at you, Zvahl) - nothing explicit.

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Laurance Zvahl

Laurance slips his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You can tell from the way he leans forward to press a kiss against your shoulder that he wants more. You’ve become accustomed to his tricks, but you don’t have time to indulge him today.

“Laurance…” You begin to untangle yourself from the boy’s embrace but he tightens his grip.

“Yes, My Love?” He presses another kiss against your shoulder, this time letting his lips linger as one of his hands wander up your side.

You grasp his wandering hand with a stern look. “We’re going to be late if you don’t control yourself.” From the way Laurance laughs you know he’s caught the look on your face and that he’s choosing to ignore it.

“They can wait a few minutes for us. Come on, please?”

You sigh as you lean back against Laurance’s embrace, giving the boy a false sense of security as he peppers kisses along your jaw. Just as his hands creep further up your body the water of the shower turns cold. Just like that Laurance is snapped out of his lustful daze and begins attempting to use you as a shield from the cold water.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” The boy inquires as you slip away from his grasp.

You turn to him with a coy smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, My Love.”

He pouts, rubbing a hand over the goosebumps now covering his skin on one of his arms to try and get them to settle. As you lean past him his eyes flit, staring down at your naked form for only a moment before he lets out an annoyed huff again.

You roll your eyes as an amused smile pulls at your lips. “If you promise to behave yourself I'll turn up the heat… but only a little bit!”

Laurance gives you a firm nod, his expression determined. "Fine, deal. But I’m not happy about it." He shifts to grab the soap, keeping his eyes firmly away from you so he can avoid getting distracted. If you weren’t so right about being tight for time, he knows you would’ve let him get away with more. So for now he’ll settle for having you by his side.

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Zenix

“Just get in the shower with me.” You can’t help but laugh at the stubbornness of the boy who stands outside of the shower.

“It was so hot today and yet you’re still taking a hot shower? No way.” Zenix has his arms crossed and a less-than-amused look on his face. “And I know how hot you like your showers, so no, I will not be showering with you.”

“It’s not that hot.”

“I can literally see steam coming out from the top of the shower!”

You laugh at being caught red handed. Though you do like your hot showers, you’re willing to compromise. “Fine, fine. If I turn down the heat will you come shower with me?”

Zenix’s gaze flickers up and down your body for a brief moment. To your delight he begins to shed his clothes. “I’m not taking a single step in the shower until you turn it down though.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You muse as you adjust the temperature of the water. You can hear Zenix grumbling to himself as he steps into the shower behind you. The moment the boy steps in he looks at you with furrowed brows.

“Did you even turn it down?”

“Is the water still too hot for you, my tender little frog?” You catch the irritation on Zenix’s face from your choice of nickname but you can’t help but laugh. Between your fits of laughter you grab the boy’s hand and hold him in the shower, reaching over to the faucet and turning down the heat even more. “There, I turned it down. Stay and shower with me. Please?”

Zenix stares down at you with words bubbling on the tip of his tongue but he suppresses the urge to say any of them. Instead he rolls his eyes as he takes his shampoo and hands it to you.

Wordlessly the boy leans down toward you so that you can more easily scrub the shampoo into his hair for him. You do, of course, and Zenix finds himself leaning in toward your touch. Maybe one of these days he’ll build up enough resistance to your shower temperatures to join you more often, but today is not that day.

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Gene

When Gene steps into the bathroom you pull the shower curtains back to catch a glance at him. He’s already removed his top layer of clothes and is working on the rest. 

“I’m almost done showering. Did you want me to leave the water on for you?”

In response to your question Gene flashes you a grin. “You’re almost done already? I just assumed that you would still be mid-shower when I came to join you.”

You roll your eyes and return to the water. “My showers aren’t even that long! You’re just being dramatic.”

“I never said long showers were a bad thing, Doll.” Gene snickers to himself as he pulls back the curtain and steps into the shower with you. He knows that you were almost done, but he wanted to jump in anyway.

Gene leans forward to pull your body against his but you swat his hands away. “You’re still dirty!” You frown. The only thing you have left to do is rinse out your conditioner and you’re not about to let Gene get any of his dirt or grime on you now.

“All I want is to hold you close. Is that so much to ask for?”

Though you roll your eyes, amusement pulls at your lips. “Next time you want to hold me in the shower, get in at the same time as me.”

“I am in the shower at the same time as you.”

“You know what I mean!”

As Gene reaches out to grab you again you step back out of the flow of the water. With a coy smile you reach behind your back and turn the temperature of the water down as much as it goes. Being the only one under the faucet, Gene is hit with an abrupt change in temperature.

A short string of curses escape Gene’s lips as he recoils from the stream of water. Before you have a chance to escape out of the shower Gene gets a hand on yours and pulls you into his arms.

“Gene!” You gasp as the boy wraps his arms around your waist and holds you against himself. The longer you stand there the more the frigid water snuffs out any warmth you once had. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

“You made your bed, Doll. Now it’s time to lay in it.”

You can hardly think of a way to wipe Gene’s cocky grin off his face, so you give in and pull yourself closer to the boy’s chest. “If I didn’t like you so much I’d leave you high and dry.”

“Is that so?” Gene laughs in a satisfied manner as he feels you shift closer. “Then I guess I’ll count myself lucky.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Vylad Ro'Meave

Vylad enjoys the feeling of your hands against his face as you gently scrub your new cleanser on him. He’s usually one for trying new things and today you looked particularly excited to try it with him. What else could he do but happily oblige?

“Okay, you can open your eyes now. Careful not to rinse it off too quickly though!” You caution, rinsing your hands before applying cleanser to your own face.

“What’s the point of applying it in the shower if we’re supposed to let it sit?” Vylad inquires. He doesn’t bother trying to hide his lingering gaze from you, though in the name of being decent he mostly keeps his eyes above your shoulders. Mostly.

Your eyes carefully flutter open once you’ve applied cleanser to your own face. “I guess we didn’t have to apply it in the shower, but… I don't know. I wanted to, I guess.”

“How long until we can rinse it off?”

“The instructions say to let the cleanser sit for a minute or two, so it should be fine if you rinse yours off now.” You say, stepping aside and allowing Vylad greater access to the water.

Just as Vylad is about to step under the water it gets significantly colder - so much so that the boy nearly backs up into you just to avoid it. “Is it just me or did the water get colder?” Asks Vylad, his eyes turning to meet yours curiously.

“Sorry! That was me.” You admit, barely holding back a laugh from the reaction you unintentionally provoked. “I should’ve warned you that you’re supposed to rinse it off with cold water.” 

Vylad isn’t quite as amused as you are but he takes it in good stride. As Vylad rinses what remains of the cleanser he can’t help but appreciate the feeling of cold water against his skin after taking such a hot shower. “You know, I’ve actually heard that cold showers help build immunity to sickness and increase blood circulation.”

“Are you saying that in hopes of getting me to take colder showers?” You ask as Vylad steps out of the shower.

He chuckles to himself. “Maybe.”

“Vylad Ro’Meave, what am I ever going to do with you?” Despite how you sigh there’s an air of amusement in your words, so of course Vylad is willing to play along. As you shut off the water and step out of the shower, Vylad hands you your towel and places a kiss against your cheek.

“Help me apply moisturizer, I hope.”

[loganwritesprobably]

Zane is Jealous

My first step back into the mystreet fandom with one of my favourite boys

Content/Warnings: Discussion of Zane feeling left out in his family, chubby Zane, reader is gender neutral

Ever since Vylad had been adopted, Zane had been relegated to the shadows of his family. Garroth was the eldest and the golden child, Vylad was adopted and needed to be given more love and attention than the others. Then there was Zane. He was the middle child, chubbier than his brothers, and was quickly entering a deep emo phase. He wasn't into sports, and didn't excel academically. He was just fine, in the middle, and easy to forget. It was easy to become angry and to lash out at people, but as he'd aged he'd begun to grow out of it.

His body never slimmed, but he became okay with that; he still struggled to make friends, but he learned to be okay with that; his father still didn't quite seem to love him, but he learned how to ignore that; he still was angry at the world and meaner than he maybe needed to be; but other people learned to be okay with that.

First had come Aphmau, then Travis, then Nana, then Katelyn, then Lucinda, then Aaron. Maybe Zane wasn't as close to some of their group as others, but he didn't need to be.

Then there was you. You'd snuck your way into his heart when he wasn't looking, and became stuck. He couldn't push you away like he did with others, he couldn't seem to make himself try anyway. You stuck around through thick and thin. But something still convinced Zane that you'd be better off with someone else. The Ro'meave family had a lot going for them, you deserved that and more, but not with him.

"I can hear you thinking." You said softly, running your fingers through Zane's hair. The two of you were sat together on the sofa watching TV, with Zane sitting between your legs, his back resting against your chest.

"Sorry." He apologised without elaborating, and you leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

"I chose you. I'm going to keep choosing you. I have everything I want right here." It was a shot in the dark, you had no idea what he'd been thinking about, but judging by the way Zane slumped a little and focused determinedly on the TV, you figured you were right. You'd keep assuring him for as long as he needed you to.

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[mentally-a-slut]

this is not a drill, through out my seemingly endless flare up of my multitude of illnesses, i have returned to my roots of aphmau's mcd and mystreet. i am obsessed. i want to grab these minecraft men by the face and smooch them to death.

they are all i can think about. i am having daydreams about writing fic for them. these stupid fucking block men are ruining my life once again.

someone please stop me before i start yet another full length fanfic about them PLEASE HELP ME.

[pdpenpals]

hihi! i was wondering if i could get a romantic letter from phoenix drop high gene? she/they pronouns please :)

and for the context of the letter, maybe Gene & Reader recently started dating but can’t text because Reader is away at an academic sleep away camp (preferably centered around literature/writing)? Reader is on the more academic/nerdy side and not officially part of the SK so them doing these kinds of programs is their usual summer thing but it’s the first time Gene and Reader have been away from eachother since they started dating

tysm <33

hihi!! thanks for sending this in, i think this prompt’s absolutely adorable!

unrelated but speaking of literature whenever i see gene now that i’m older i think of heathcliff (more of the name) or the phantom for some reason.

your entire being perks up at the mention that a letter’s arrived, and your heart races as you go through who could have possibly sent it in your head. the moment you have it in your hands, you can almost tell exactly who it’s from. the envelope’s a dark gray, close enough to be black. there are stickers all over its back next to your name and address, same goes for the front. opening it, you catch a whiff of someone familiar’s cologne. that cheeky bastard. 

you notice almost immediately that there’s not only a letter inside, but a bunch of printed photos and some unused stickers. after finding a spot to settle your new goodies upon, you get comfy and get to reading.

Hey cutie. Miss me yet? 

Heard a fair’s coming to town soon. I think it’ll still be there when you get back. There should even be fireworks on the last day. We can go there if you wanna.

Other than that, nothing much happened today. Dante was out, and I had the house to myself for a good portion of the afternoon. Without sugarcoating it, I was bored out of my mind.

It took me a while to figure out my texts or calls weren’t getting through to you. Mom must have seen how frustrated I was about it, so she shared some of her spare stationery with me as a last resort. She said something about wanting to hear about how your summer’s been doing so far.

That’s all the small talk I can handle for today. You might get too tired of staring at only words for too long over there, so you might want to check out the pics taken these past few days. The stickers are from Zenix and Sasha by the way, they also say hi.

Kidding aside, I know how much this whole camp thing means to you.  But I’ve been feeling weird ever since you left. It’s weirder knowing you’re not nearby. When you’re not a walk or a call away. Even though I know exactly how many days and many hours are left until you come back.

Sappy shit out the way, I decided to read that one book you lent me at random. I’m not sure you remember it much since you hurriedly gave it to me without a second thought, but it’s that really old one about the day before the world ends. All that apocalyptic and sad shit. Even though I didn’t get it, I guess it was nice that Vincent and Leticia got their happy ending. To be honest, the book overall didn’t stand out to me much, but the concept of having one day left to live sure did.

If I knew the world was going to end tomorrow I would

Y’know, maybe it’s for the best I save it for when we meet again in person, so you better come back home in one piece, yeah?

With an aching heart and hand, Your Gene, who misses you terribly

PS. I feel like you’ve been rubbing off on me recently, state-of-mind-wise. While it’s not that bad, it gives me the chills.

PPS. If not having you near me hasn't driven me insane yet, I definitely will go mad if this letter doesn't make it to you. Especially after all I've put my wrist through just for this. Maybe I should visit the post office a few more times?

[lofty-darlings-thoughts]

Imagine Travis Valkrum crushing on you but you're oblivious...

"Hey, buddy!" He'd call out every time he sees you, brushing his snowy white bangs out of his face. You return the greeting and carry on with your day, unaware of his flushed face.

"You look good today!" He comments with a wink every so often, you brush it off because he does have a slight reputation for being a flirt.

You don't always notice the small glances, when you do he stutters and trys to say he was looking at something behind you... reeeeeeaaaaal smooth(sarcasm)

You overhear him rambling from time to time to anyone who will listen to his woes (whining) about how he's so alone.

Although, on his better days he is willing to try to woo you with flowers or a good joke. Although those bold days are few and far between.

If only he could man up and outright say he likes you...

Yes, another one. -Darling

[starhvney]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, garroth, gene, laurance

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your friend group has a certain game they like to play at your co-ed sleepovers–one that was exhilarating and full of tension. naturally, what’s a girl to do but use her wits and charm to win over the heart of the boy she’s playing with? and what if he’s the one pulling the strings all along?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: teens being teens, fluff and flirtyness, kissing and cooties! it’s implied that they’re dating the reader or at least have mutual crushes

𝐂𝐖: use of fake knives and nerf guns lol

𝐀/𝐍: erm..umm…hehe? bites lip

��𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“hey blaze, wanna go see something cool?” you ask suddenly, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes up at the tall werewolf.

he purses his lips, black ears twitching against his dark red curls. a suspicious hum leaves his lips for a moment as the rest of the group warily watches on.

“okay!” he goofily smiles, shrugging and following after you towards the house’s basement door.

“blaze… don’t fall for it.”

“but she’s such a trustworthy person!” he protests against the group’s warnings, beginning to follow you down the dim staircase.

you hold back a snort at his enthusiastic voice, wondering if he was playing up on his usual airheaded tendencies or if he really thought you weren’t going to kill him off from the game down here.

“the basement, definitely super romantic and cool and not suspicious at all!”

he definitely knew. you giggle as you make it to the end of the staircase, standing at the bottom as you awkwardly try to think of what you want to “show him” besides the plastic knife in your pocket.

“your laugh is usually cute, but when it’s so mischievous and in a dark basement it’s kind of creepy,” he shivers, backing up towards the stairs again. “actually… i just remembered i need to do something!”

“wait! you said i’m cute, right?” you snatch onto his flannel, dragging him back towards you—or rather dragging yourself towards his much heavier and unmoving body.

“yeah…”

“um… wanna… make out?”

“yeah!” he switches back to his himbo cheerfulness, very eagerly leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

you indulge him for a moment, before your puckered lips spread into an evil smile and you’re pressing the plastic knife into his abs. a disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he dramatically sinks down to the floor to play dead.

“not cool, you’re gonna leave me in the spooky basement?” he pouts, his fluffy tail laying flat on the ground.

“you’ll be fine,” you giggle, pressing one last kiss to his forehead and happily skipping up the stairs to finish the round. “see you later!”

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞!

“where is everyone…?” you trail, feeling uneasy as you look for all of the friends you were separated from. 

your search is interrupted when you hear footsteps rapidly approaching you across the grass of the backyard. 

despite knowing this was a silly game with friends, turning to see a six foot three beast of a werewolf sprinting at you with a plastic knife in hand was still a terrifying visual. you couldn’t help the terrified yelp that left your lips as you sprinted away from him, knowing your efforts were futile.

you’re caught up to within barely a few seconds, strong arms nearly crushing you as he scoops you up. a squeal leaves your lips as you cling onto his shirt, feeling your feet leave the ground.

“wait! wait!” you screech, heart racing as you catch your breath.

“nuh-uh,” he laughs.

you groan when you feel the knife firmly placed against your back, limply dangling in blaze’s arms.

“caught you.”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

your arms boldly slink around garroth’s shoulders as you lean onto him from behind where he sat, your face snuggling up to the side of his cheek.

automatically he tenses up, eyelids narrowing as his vision darts over to you from the side of his eye. he mutters your name suspiciously, but one of his hands comes up to softly grab onto one of your arms.

“hey, garroth,” you whisper into his ear, holding back the amused giggle that fights to escape your lips. “i was just wishing a tall, hot blonde guy would go into the closet to make out with me…”

garroth sighs, his ears turning a bright red where your breath ghosted along the skin.

“you said that last time, and i died.”

you can tell he’s trying to make his voice monotonous and unimpressed, but the amused intonation at the end of his sentence tells another story. your chest presses against his back, and the breathy, mischievous laughter that exhales from your lungs shakes the both of you.

“no, i’m for real this time!”

“oh yeah, that sounds perfect,” he sarcastically quips back. “i’ll go with the girl trying to seduce me into the closet with no witnesses.”

“garroth… would i ever betray you in such a way?”

“you just did a couple rounds ago.”

“yeahhh,” you drawl out, placing a kiss on his cheek as you quickly place the knife over his heart and press down. “sorry.”

he sighs, slumping forward on the table to play dead.

“so cruel and heartless,” he jokingly pouts, and you have to restrain yourself from placing another kiss on his jutted lower lip.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞!

“garroth, i’m sorry. why don’t we hug it out?” you suggest, arms spread wide as you look up at the blonde expectantly.

he rolls his eyes, leaning down and tightly wrapping his arms around you. after a moment you pay his back, expecting to be let go, but realization hits you as it’s his turn to giggle at you. 

the light rumbling of his laughter vibrates against you, before you feel the plastic knife pressing right up against the small of your back.

you groan, going limp in his arms and leaning your head back as you sigh in light hearted annoyance.

“wowwww, okay.”

he continues to laugh, leaning over and letting you slink down to the floor before gently letting you rest on the ground.

“sorry,” he smiles, looking the least bit sorry before leaning down and placing a kiss against your lips.

“i’m so gonna haunt you.”

“i wouldn’t mind a pretty ghost following me around,” he smiles back, before getting back up and running off to finish his job.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“gene, wanna go make out?” you casually ask, smiling at the older boy cheekily and attempting to ignore the attractive look he stares back at you with.

his head falls back and he rolls his eyes, smirk plastered on his lips as he sighs in contemplation from where he sat.

“see, how am i supposed to refuse when you ask like that, though?”

“like what?” you tilt your head innocently, lacing your hands behind your back.

he pointedly stares at you through hooded eyes, before stretching up from his seat and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“alright, where are we going to make out?”

you shrug and guide him out of the house, passing a few people as you go.

“where are you two going?”

“to make out, apparently.”

“don’t tell me you’re falling for that.”

“it’ll be fine,” gene drawls, waving his hand as the two of you exit the house. “i have a feeling on how this is gonna end, but i’ll take my chances.”

“well, whoever’s the cop—be ready when she comes back alone,” you hear someone say as the door shuts behind you. 

you only take a few steps before turning around, pointing the knife at him with a small innocent smile on your face.

“damn, not even gonna give me a small chance at a kiss before you kill me?”

“so sorry,” you apologize emptily, the cheeky smile on your lips leaving when he leans forward into the knife, grabbing your face and devouring your lips for a moment with his own.

you blink at him in shock as he pretends to cough in pain, keeping forward into the ground and rolling onto his back to play dead.

“it’s alright, you will be later,” he smirks back, laying flat on the ground and staring up at the stars.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐩. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

finally! you found where your friends had been all round… only to see that they were all sprawled out on the floor, motionless. you take a cautious step into the room, slowly turning your head to the tall form standing in your peripheral.

you hear a few snickers from the ground as you and gene stare at each other, with your hands on your hips.

“well, it’s just us, huh?”

“yep.”

you don’t have enough time or a chance to pull out the gun, instead having to run away down the hall and through the back doors as he suddenly sprints after you.

“nooo! nonono, gene!” you call out, fumbling for the gun in your pocket as you run through the grass.

“why are you running?” he asks, the amused smile on his lips heard through his voice without even having to glance back. “don’t run from me.”

you point the gun back, shooting and missing the boy entirely, wasting your last bullet. one more stride and he catches up to you, knocking the gun out of your hand and restraining you against him with one arm in a single swoop. 

“wait! don’t!” you frantically scramble as he presses the knife up against your chest. “i will… um!”

“mhmmm…” he tauntingly hums, letting you continue.

“…go out? …with you?”

you whine as he presses the knife down against your chest, slumping over as he hunches over and slowly lets you down to the ground. deep laughter leaves his lips as he looks down at your pout, hands on his knees in amusement. 

“sorry, that’s not a good deal if you already do that, doll.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“laurance, follow me,” you tug on his shirt, backing up as you try to lure him out of the room.

“i’m not falling for that, silly girl,” he leans down towards you, smirk plastered on his face. “where’s everyone else you walked off with, then. hm?”

“falling for what?” you follow him as he starts backing away from you and towards the door. “i just love you so much. i wanna show you!”

“uh-huh, right,” he nods, before turning and taking off outside into the cool night air.

“laurance! wait, let me show you!” you laugh hysterically. “i wanna show you how much i love you!”

“get away!” he laughs, using his soccer skills to dodge and run away from you in the grass.

you manage to catch him, jumping onto his back and using the momentum to tackle the both of you down to the soft grass. your legs straddle his torso as you both catch your breath, chests panting for air.

“now it’s just us…” you trail, dragging your index finger across his lower lip. 

you pull on it before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips, simultaneously plunging the fake knife against his chest.

“that was both terrifying and hot at the same time,” he breathes with a smug grin.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐩. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

“come on, you don’t trust me?” laurance tilts his head, pouting as you indecisively point your gun back and forth between him and katelyn—the rest of your friends laid out on the ground. “ouch, that hurts.”

katelyn stares at you with a deadpan expression. her and laurance have their arms raised in the air in surrender, leaving you as the one to make the game-settling decision.

“um…”

“don’t let him woo you, you’re better than this—“

“she went off with aphmau alone and now aphmau is dead!” laurance insists, leaning forward towards you. “it’s obviously her, be smart. you’re smart.”

“um… i’m sorry katelyn!” you apologize, sending a bullet out toward katelyn’s stomach.

she laughs with a groan as she sinks to the ground. you come to the realization that you, in fact, made the wrong decision when nobody else gets up, leaving you and laurance at a standstill.

“…i’m out of bullets.”

“you better run…” someone mutters with a snort on the ground.

strings of shouts and scared curses leave your lips as you take off down the hallway, searching for any bullets to use now that you’ve cornered yourself at one end of the house.

“oh no!” you yelp, socks sliding as you land against a wall, laurance’s hands trapping you in before you can scramble anywhere else.

“hey,” he jokingly bites his lip, staring at you with faux seduction.

you sigh dramatically. “just kill me.”

he giggles, stabbing you with the knife before placing a kiss against your cheek.

“hey, it’s not your fault my charm works so well—“

“shut up.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[dilly-dahlia]

Blue Haired Boy

pairing: Dante x reader

content: takes place in mystreet season 1, reader is described as having faded dyed hair, inspired by “Blue Haired Boy” by Madilyn Mei, meet-cute, fluff, use of y/n

summary: The blue haired boy across the street is cute, though you never had the guts to talk to him.

word count: 2.8k

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Every single day at exactly 2:37 in the afternoon, while you are out on your porch reading a book or working on a project, the guy with blue hair that lived in the house diagonal from yours walked across his driveway to retrieve his mail.

Not that you watched him. It was simply one of those things you noticed. You were outside so often around that time that you just started to see the pattern, and eventually realized it was part of his routine. Checking the mail every day at 2:37 was part of his routine just like standing in front of the mailbox and sifting through each envelope was. Or the way he would puff out his cheeks when there was nothing. Or the way he would try balancing tiny packages on his head as he walked back to his front door.

It wasn’t creepy. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You just noticed it. It wasn’t creepy, but some inkling inside you said that it was.

It was mere chance that you found yourself on a stroll around the block with your niece at that exact time. You didn’t intend to bump into him on said stroll, but . . . Well, things happen.

It really was your luck that everything lined up perfectly. Your brother—who was a rich and successful business man, much unlike you—had an out of state meeting that weekend. He had asked you to watch his toddler daughter, offering to pay you a gracious sum for keeping her for a few days. You accepted, not only because she was your niece but because you could really use that money.

What boggled your mind was the three page schedule your brother gave you, detailing what she was to do, eat, and think every second of the day.

It was a bit odd to you. You and your brother were raised with parents who could care less about what their children did with their lives, so why the strict schedule?

Nonetheless, you abided by it. It was pure luck that the little girl was to be taken on a “nature experience” (the footnote written on the bottom of the paper detailed that “nature experience” was fancy wording for walk, where your niece was to be put in a stroller because “she’s a baby, who expects her to walk for thirty minutes straight?”) every day at exactly 2:15 and it was to end at 2:45.

Obviously you wouldn’t walk circles around the same block for thirty minutes, so you took her across the street as well where you coincidentally ran into the blue haired boy at exactly 2:37.

The first interaction was short. It was a simple pass by where the only words you said were, “Excuse me,” as he opened his mailbox. He had turned his head, his eyes slightly widened before he scooted closer to the mailbox.

You pushed the stroller past him as he muttered an apology and gave him a kind smile.

“It’s alright,” you said. “It’s my fault for having this big stroller.”

He chuckled, though you could tell it was forced—something to fuel the small talk. His gaze flicked down to your niece before returning to yours. “Cute baby,” he said.

Your smile widened. “Thank you.”

Nothing else was said. The two of you mutually parted ways and you ran the conversation over and over again in your head, wondering what you could have said differently.

—

What you didn’t know was that the reason it was always Dante that retrieved the mail was because he hoped to catch sight of his pretty neighbor.

He always did, though you were never looking at him. Your head was always turned down, focusing on what you were doing in that moment.

Every day you barely missed each other’s gazes. He would glance at you as he was walking down the driveway, and you would glance at him as he looked through his mail and walked back up. The both of you remained completely oblivious to the other’s stare.

After your short interaction yesterday, he hoped you would pass by his house again. Maybe this time he would have a bit more bravado to his words.

Yesterday was a mishap. He was normally smoother, flirting with any pretty girl he came across and sweeping them off their feet. But you were different. You made him falter, even if for just a moment.

Dante allowed a faint smile to paint his features when he saw you cross the road to his side of the street. He stayed by the front door just a moment longer before finally stepping outside, trying to time his footsteps so he could meet you at his mailbox.

It barely worked. He had been just a few paces away by the time you approached and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, lifting a hand to offer an awkward wave. Irene, he wanted to bang his head against a wall. Where was the suaveness he usually had? The things the stupid class he taught in high school had taught him?

“Hey.” You slowed down as you neared him. That had to mean something, right? Slowing down meant you wanted to talk.

Right?

“Another walk?” Dante noticed the stroller you rolled around. He assumed that was the cause of your walks, since he hadn’t seen you with it before yesterday. He silently thanked Irene for the buffer in conversation. Something easy he could talk about.

You nodded. “Yeah. She likes being outside.” You motioned to the baby in the stroller, who was currently hitting her forehead with the heels of her hands. “I think. Naomi, let’s not do that.”

Your attention turned to the baby, trying to get her to stop hitting herself. You knelt down and wrapped your hands around her small wrists to pull them away from her face. Naomi looked at you with big eyes before jumping, instead hitting her little legs.

Dante chuckled. He had always found babies cute. He watched you reach into the bag that was hung across the stroller’s handles to pull out a set of colorful plastic keys. You handed it to Naomi, who took it and started shaking it.

You stared at her for a moment before accepting the small win. You checked the time on your phone before standing upright.

“I should get her home,” you absentmindedly said. You turned to Dante and gave him a kind smile. “It was nice to bump into you again. Maybe we can meet again . . .”

You trailed off, leaving your sentence open ended so he could tell you his name.

“Dante,” he said all too quickly. He cleared his throat and repeated himself. “My name’s Dante.”

You nodded. “Alright, Dante.” His name on your lips made Dante go weak in the knees. He felt like he would collapse at any moment. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Dante nodded. His gaze followed you as you walked off with Naomi before he realized he probably looked like a stalker and looked away.

It wasn’t until you were already at the door to your house and Dante was walking up his driveway, envelopes in hand, that he realized he hadn’t gotten your name.

—

Your brother returned to pick up Naomi earlier than expected. Almost an entire day, to be exact. You begrudgingly gave her up, accepting the fact that now you would have to initiate conversation with the blue-haired boy down the street on your own (not that you hadn’t been doing that before, but you no longer had plausible cause to just find yourself in front of his house).

Dante. You rolled his name around in your head, even had gone as far as letting the syllables leave your lips in a whisper. You liked the name—loved it, even—and found yourself imagining conversations with him in your head.

One last time, you decided. You would go on one more walk (even if Naomi wasn’t with you) and talk to him again. Hopefully this time would be a fruitful effort. You prayed you gathered enough confidence to ask him out. Even getting his number would be a major milestone in your book.

You took a deep breath before stepping out your front door. You took a shorter route this time, walking across the street and making a lap around his block as opposed to making a figure eight with both your blocks like you did with Naomi.

You felt your heart jump to your throat as you got closer and closer to his house. There was a car in the driveway, which was unusual since you knew Dante and one of his roommates kept their cars in the garage.

You nearly lost your breath when Dante didn’t walk out the door at 2:37. You convinced yourself that he thought it was weird you suddenly started appearing and talking to him at his mailbox. It was so out of the blue, who wouldn’t think it was weird?

Your footsteps hastened as you passed his house, hoping to put it behind you as soon as possible so you could go home and face plant into a pillow.

It wasn’t until you saw the flash of blue hair from the corner of your eye that you turned your head and smiled. You didn’t miss the three bodies watching him from the windows.

It made you chuckle. You paused and waited for Dante t meet you at the mailbox.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey yourself,” he said, breathlessly.

Your heartbeat calmed. Everything seemed right.

—

“Ooo, Dante’s in lo-ove,” Garroth sang, draping himself across the blue-haired boy’s shoulders. “Look at the way he’s blushing.”

Garroth teasingly pinched Dante’s cheek, making Dante smack his hand from his face and turn away. “It isn’t anything serious,” he said.

“Uh, yeah. That’s why he always insists on checking the mail at the exact same time even if it’s Sunday,” Travis scoffed from his place on the couch. “Dude, I’m pretty sure the post office isn’t even open Sundays.”

“It’s so I can get outside, stupid,” Dante said, rolling his eyes. “Apologizes for having a job that keeps me in my house all day.”

“Right, my bad.” Laurance held his hands up. “Didn’t realize you were suddenly so big on Vitamin D.”

Dante opened his mouth to retaliate, but ultimately ended up like a fish suffocating on air. Laurance laughed, exaggerating by doubling over and pointing.

“Shut up! Not everyone can get a fancy job at a restaurant that treats its employees like celebrities!” Dante snapped. He could feel himself heating up, especially with the stupid red jacket he always wore.

Laurance worked the morning shift as a cook at a high-end restaurant. He was out of the house from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon most days, so he was unaware of what Dante and Travis did all day at home.

“That is what this lovely thing called a degree gets you, Dante!” Laurance yelled back. “You would know that if you pursued higher education.”

“The point is, you have an excuse to go outside every now and then. I don’t, so I get the mail.” Dante shrugged, as if it were common sense. He tried making himself disappear from the conversation by opening the dishwasher and beginning to empty it, but of course someone had something else to say.

“Well, me personally”—Travis raised his hand—“I just take my work to the backyard sometimes. Works wonders. Look at this tan, baby.”

Travis lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt, showing off the faintest tan line any of them had ever seen.

“Travis, that has got to be the most pathetic tan ever,” Laurance said.

Garroth chipped in with something Dante didn’t care to pay attention to. Now that the attention was off him, he just had to wait patiently until his usual time to check the mail. He knew he would at least see you, but he hoped you decided to go on another walk so he could actually talk to you.

Dante cursed when he looked at the microwave clock, seeing that it was 2:38. He let the plate he had been cleaning excess food off of clatter back into the sink before grabbing a towel to dry his hands and sprint to the front door.

His roommates voiced their confusion, gazes following with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, hell no,” Laurance said when Dante had dropped the towel on the floor by the door. “Dante, you can’t just-”

“If any of you embarrass me I will genuinely see to it that your funeral arrangements are exactly the way you want,” Dante said before closing the front door behind him with such force it shook the doorframe. He knew the three of them would watch from the window, but he didn’t care. As long as they didn’t come outside.

He ran down the driveway until you turned your head and smiled at him. He slowed his steps, trying to catch his breath before he reached you.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey yourself,” he said, breathlessly. He swallowed, trying to keep himself from doubling over to complain about how much running sucked.

He noticed the absence of a stroller, motioning toward . . . Well, nothing. “No baby today?”

You shook your head. “No, my brother came and picked her up earlier.”

Dante opened his mouth to form an O. “She was cute.”

“She was.”

Dante knew you must have felt as much of an idiot as he did because your held your hands together in front of you as he opened the mailbox, awkwardly standing there.

“I, uhm, I like your hair,” Dante said, motioning to his own. “I like the washed out look. Was it pink before?”

You nodded, hands going up to brush against the ends of your hair. “Yeah. It was a rose color.”

Dante smiled. He knew that. He had seen you with that same color more times than he could count and assumed it was your favorite.

“It’s a nice color. I like it.”

A faint smile crossed your lips. “Thank you.”

Another moment of awkward silence passed. Dante thumbed the corner of the enveloped in his hand, trying to think of something to say.

Neither of you wanted to leave. You both wanted to hang onto the conversation just a bit longer.

“I was wondering-”

“Do you think-”

Both of your eyes widen simultaneously. You softly laugh, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Sorry. Go ahead,” you said.

Dante nodded, swiping his tongue over his lips before continuing. His mouth was suddenly dry.

“I was just wondering, uhm.” He paused, blinking at you for a moment as he chased after the words that had escaped him. “Would you want to hang out, or something? Sometime? If not then it’s totally fine, I just, thought I would ask.”

You smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.”

Dante returned the nod, softly slapping the envelopes against his palm. “Cool. Uh.”

Your smile widened, your heart beating in your ears. He was just as nervous as you, even if you were holding up a better exterior. “Could I have your number?” you asked.

Dante blinked, as if he couldn’t believe you just asked that.

“Yes,” he said, nodding quickly and accepting your phone when you handed it to him. “Yeah. Definitely.”

Dante kept a tight hold on your phone to prevent his hands from shaking as he typed his number into your phone. He gave it back after creating his contact, smiling.

“I-I never got your name, by the way.” He whispered the confession, running a hand through his blue hair. Irene, why was he so hot?

“Oh!” You froze with a shocked expression on your face for a moment. You could have sworn you told him. “Right. I’m Y/n.”

Dante’s gaze trailed over your figure quickly before meeting yours again. “That’s a pretty name. Like you.”

Your smile was like a beam of light, and the sound of your laugh was one Dante wanted to bottle up. “Thank you. You’re not too bad looking yourself.”

This entire conversation is a train wreck.

But as Dante waved bye and watched you cross the road, he smiled. He gave you his number and asked you out, so he must have charmed you at least a little bit.

He dreading going back into his house. He debated going to Aphmau’s instead, but he was already too far. Garroth had opened the door and all three of them started instantly teasing him.

“It’s true love!” Laurance exclaimed. “She made him lose his stupid, cocky attitude.”

“Don’t worry, Dante, I’ll get a license so I can marry the two of you,” Garroth said. Travis had started air-playing the saxophone and performed a horrible rendition of “Careless Whisper.”

“You guys so so stupid.” Dante pushed them away from him, closing the door behind him. He shoved through them to continue his earlier task of loading the dishwasher, and eventually his roommates tired of bugging him.

Dante felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket, opening the message from the unknown number.

Hey, this is Y/n

Dante smiled.

Maybe he didn’t do so bad after all.

[lovelaurs]

MOVIE NIGHT

featuring : mystreet laurance, garroth, katelyn, lucinda x gn reader synopsis : tonight is your weekly annual movie night with your partner! how will the night go in terms of activites? will the two of watch the film or end up too busy being smothered by the other's lips to watch? tags : mature, romance, pre-established relationships, fluff, cuddles, kissing, making out, sharing interests, suggestive (lucinda and katelyn specifically) word count : 3.3k | around 800 words per character! a/n : this started off with me wanting to write more laurance fics, but eventually became multiple drabbles for characters! since i don't see many x readers with the girls, i knew i had to broaden their tags as well, which led me to writing some fun drabbles! this one is for you, sapphics! mwah! - also, i'm afraid to admit the garroth one was far too self indulgent towards my obsession with the film. anyway, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

LAURANCE

Laurance leaned against your door frame as you gathered your things.

You tended to go a bit extra whenever the two of you had your movie nights. It was not a secret that you like to be snug.

You grabbed your favorite blanket along with your pillow, before grabbing an extra charger, which in turn meant grabbing your phone.

Laurance held back a snicker as he looked at you hold the pile of items in your hands. With the wire tangled up within the blanket, to your phone being placed upon the pillow on top, it truly looked like a scene from a cartoon.

You could barely see in front of you as the pillow covered your vision.

“You uh… need some help there?” He chuckled.

You sighed in defeat, giving a small “yes” before he lifted your pillow and phone from the pile.

As the two of you carefully made your way down the stairs, you eventually flopped onto the couch with a hum, allowing you to cozy up with the blanket.

Laurance sat by your head, causing you to lift yourself up and place your head on his lap.

“Do you even need a pillow when you have me?” He teased.

“Eh, you’re a close second, I’ll give you that.” You snarked back.

Laurance gasped, acting offended by the comment. “How dare you!” What a drama queen. “I’ll have you know that I am much more comfortable to lay on than a pillow!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his act. “If that was the case, you wouldn’t have a dissatisfied customer like me.”

He turned your nose up at you. “Well, I’ll have you know that-”

As this banter seemed to continue on more than you would like, you grabbed the pillow he had placed beside him before you tossed it in his face. 

“Can we just watch a movie already?”

He puffed his cheeks with a pout, looking down at you trying to make you feel guilty. But, after a minute of a stare down between the two of you, he just sighed and reached for the remote.

“Okay, okay, you win.” He looked at the Netflix catalog before turning back to you. “So, what do you want to watch?”

You took a second to think, watching as he scrolled on the ‘For You’ tab.

It wasn’t until something caught your eye that you leaned up quickly, banging your head into Laurance’s chin, yelling, “Knives Out!”

Laurance gripped his chin in pain as you held your head, the both of you feeling the ache from the action.

Before you could fully process what happened, Laurance, with his eyes squeezed shut in pain, kissed your aching head as if to soothe the pain.

You smiled with a wince, turning around and kissing Laurance on his chin, apologizing repeatedly for hurting him.

He couldn’t help himself from laughing at the whole scenario, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer so he could plant soft kisses against your forehead. 

“You’re so goofy, you know that?” He chuckled in between kisses.

You lightly pushed him away jokingly before laying on his lap again. He playfully frowned as you moved away from his affection.

He began wiping away fake tears. “I guess you don’t want to experience love, joy, and whimsy. Okay, I get it.” 

You lightly hit him with the pillow again, giggling. “I love you, Laurance, but please stop the act so we can watch a movie already.” 

“Fine.” He sighed as he grabbed the remote. “So… Knives Out, huh?” You nodded as you looked up at him.

As he searched up the movie and pressed play, Laurance couldn’t help but gasp at every major actor/actress that appeared on screen.

“Oh my Irene- Daniel Craig? Ana De Armas? The kid from IT? How many famous people did they get in this film?!”

You tugged on his sleeve as he kept guffawing at every appearance. “Laurance, please. It’s a netflix film, of course there’s going to be actors you know in it.” “I know, I know. I can’t help but just get surprised when- wait, they hired Jamie Lee Curtis for this?!” He proceeded to boo loudly at the screen as she appeared.

Annoyed by the constant comments from your boyfriend, you leaned up off his lap and kissed him, shutting the brunette up immediately. He didn’t even argue at the action and simply melted into the kiss, pulling you closer. 

He cupped his hand behind your head, protecting your head as you began to fall against the back of the couch, Laurance now hovering over you.

You light pushed against his chest, making him pull back and look at you with eyes glazed over with love.

You breathed heavily, trying to take in the air you were missing mere seconds ago.“Do you want to watch the movie or not, Laurance?” 

He smirked as he tilted your chin up. “Honestly? I’d rather watch you all evening.”

And with that, he dived back down and continued to kiss you.

The two of you won’t be finding out who the culprit was in Knives Out any time soon.

GARROTH

You knew what to expect at this point.

As Garroth hounded you into another room as he set up the surprise movie, you wondered what film it would be this time.

First clue you had was that it was definitely an animated film, seeing as Garroth often looked to escape reality within hand-crafted movies.

But that was simply it, no other hints besides being animated. Which, thinking about just how many cartoon films there were, really didn’t narrow it down for you.

You had nothing against animated movies, so really this was just a fun little surprise watch that you two would have every other week (when he was in charge of the movie).

Garroth had been building up to this movie every week since you started this weekly routine. He had put it off initially to get you excited for it as the weeks passed by, and finally, this was the day. 

You heard him scramble about the living room, whispering to himself as he set the movie up. You heard the click of buttons, the creaking of the floorboards, and the fluffing of some pillows before finally being let into the room.

This man had set up the area with all sorts of snacks and blankets, and most notably; a heap of pillows. Your eyebrows raised as you looked at the setup with a mix of confusion, but most importantly; excitement.

Garroth always loved to tell you all about his favorite movies or series, going into in-depth conversations about the background history behind it all and more.

This is something you loved about the blonde.

He loved to show you his interests, unafraid of expressing his love for it in every way, and you simply adored it. Watching him get excited and giddy over his favorite things was just absolutely adorable to see. 

Of course, he would reciprocate the action and strongly listen whenever you would speak about your favorite things as well. His eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his legs back and forth, listening to you share your interest with a passion.

That’s the thing with your relationship; with both of you so interested in what the other has to say, it made for the perfect connection between you two. Sharing your interests was simply a love language the two of you had created during your time together.

As you plopped yourself on the couch, Garroth rushed over, sliding next to you on the sofa. He tossed your favorite blanket over both of you before passing you the bowl full of popcorn.

You smiled as you looked from the bowl to your boyfriend. “Someone seems prepared.”

He turned to you grinning from ear to ear. “So? Are you excited?!”

You nodded, smiling at just how adorable he looked. With his blonde curls flopping up and down as he bobbed with excitement. You could barely respond as you looked into his shining cerulean eyes.

He was everything.

He draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer, before reaching to press play on the remote.

The way his eyes shined from the light of the screen was simply awe inspiring.

As the film opened up, a strange sense of deja vu filled your mind. Hadn’t you seen these opening credits before?

You turned to look at Garroth, raising your eyebrows in question, but he only responded with a wide grin. He had something up his sleeve, it seemed.

As you pressed play, it was only a matter of time before your eyes were met with the sight of the sun.

With a big headed blue alien falling from the sky.

You turned to look at Garroth with a smirk only to find him leaning on his palm looking at you expectantly.

“Well?”

“Garroth, we’re like two minutes into the movie.” You giggled. “You can’t exactly get my reaction just yet.”

He pulled you in by your waist, hiding his face in your neck. “Oh come on! I need to know!”

You giggled as you felt the scruff of his beard graze your neck.

“G-Garroth! I can’t focus on the movie like this!” He started to plant little kisses on your neck, keeping you distracted from watching the awesome, amazing, fantastic movie that is ‘Megamind’; the 2010 animated Dreamworks film.

He pulled you onto his lap, and proceeded to tickle you on both sides of your abdomen.

“I know I planned on having you watch one of my favorite movies… but Irene, is your smile infectious!” He chuckled. “I just can’t get enough of it!”

After countless minutes of pushing and pulling, you eventually were able to push his hands away, convincing him to let you watch the movie as you sat on his lap.

By the end of the film, he had already begun nodding off with a huge grin plastered on his face.

The two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch as the credits rolled, cuddled up on the couch, covered by your favorite blanket.

As Garroth began to stir, he awoke to you in his arms. He smiled as he let his head rest on your head, pulling you closer to him. He couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth you radiated.

The both of you ended up sleeping through the rest of the night huddled together.

KATELYN

As you finally finish setting up the snacks and drinks for your annual movie night, your girlfriend, Katelyn, seems to be struggling to find a movie from the endless catalog.

She groaned as she laid her head against the arm of the coach, aimlessly scrolling through the ‘Featured Movies’ tab on Hulu. 

“Have you found a movie yet?” You called from the kitchen, bringing over the trays with the assortment of goodies stacked upon them.

As you placed them on the ottoman in front of you, Katelyn swiftly picked up a handful of popcorn and stuffed it in her mouth.

“No, not yet.” She responded, the sentence muffled as she chewed the popcorn. She swallowed before pressing the arrows on the remote again and again, seemingly looking for anything of interest. “Ugh, there’s nothing interesting to watch on here! Either it’s too sappy, too long, or just straight to streaming movies!”

You flopped onto the couch next to her, offering your hand out to take the remote from her and look for yourself, in which she obliged.

Within minutes, you were stuck in the same endless mountains of titles that she was in, movie after movie not catching your eye in any way, shape, or form.

You eventually went to lay your head on her thighs, continuing to scroll, occasionally reading titles aloud as you went along.

“Vacation Friends?” “Too commercial,” Katelyn replied. “I need something different.” You scrolled once more, landing on another movie.

She started to play with your hair as you let your cheek squish against her thigh. “How about The Valet?” You asked, looking up at her.

“Too long! Plus it’s a comedy romance from goddamn Hulu, it has no chance.”

After scrolling for about five more minutes, you hovered upon another movie.

“How about this one-” “Nope!”

You leaned up, raising your head from her lap and pouting. “If you keep this up, we’ll never find a movie to watch tonight!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault Hulu’s movie selection is utter garbage!”

The two of you only had Hulu for its shows; Brooklyn-Nine-Nine, Futurama, etc, so really it was a rare occasion whenever the two of you would find something on here that you’d both enjoy. Of course, you don’t have any other streaming services, so your options are limited.

That’s when it hit you.

“How about we use a pirate site?”

And with that, Katelyn pulled you in, peppering kisses along your cheek. “You know me so well, Sweetheart.” In which she tilted you backwards, allowing you to rest fully across her lap, giving her ample space to continue playing with your hair. 

Within a few minutes, you screenshared your iPhone to the TV, allowing you to browse the site with easy viewing.

As you scrolled through the ‘New Arrivals’ page on the site, it wasn’t long before the two of you spotted the same movie, looking at each other with a nod.

That was when the two of you began to watch ‘Bottoms’.

Of course, a satirical comedy based around girls who kiss each other would be a top choice for the evening. Straight romances were far too overrated.

The two of you tended to watch the movies you chose uninterrupted, but on rare occasions where the two of you crave affection, you’d end up cuddling so much that you’d miss the second half of the film.

This seemed to be one of those nights, as during the scene where they blew up the football player’s car, Katelyn hoisted you up to sit on her lap.

Their kiss getting interrupted by the explosion seemed to annoy her, to which she found a better solution: you.

She squeezed your hips as she began to plant soft kisses along your neck, causing you to giggle.

“K-Katelyn! Pfft- what are you doing?”

She smirked, letting her hot breath hover over your neck. “Doing what I’ve been waiting for all night.” 

She let herself wander up your neck, and across your cheek, before finally resting on your very own lips. She pulled you closer as she passionately kissed you, biting at your lip and seeking entrance almost immediately.

You pulled back to take a breath, your cheeks tinted. “Someone’s getting impatient I assume?” You teased.

Katelyn then tightened the grip on your hips, causing you to squeak. 

She giggled, “That’s one hell of an assumption, I’ll tell ya’.” Before pulling you in for yet another kiss. 

Out of nowhere she pulled your legs apart, allowing you to straddle her on the couch. 

As Katelyn kept fighting for dominance, which frankly wasn’t that hard since you weren’t trying, you let your own hands wander around her neck, looping behind her to pull her closer.

“What was that about me being impatient?” She chuckled, before heading back in to bruise your lips for the rest of the evening.

That was when her leg moved between yours, causing you to practically yelp.

“How about we take this upstairs, alright?”

All it took was a single nod before she hoisted you into her arms and began towards the stairs.

This was going to be a long night.

LUCINDA

It was no surprise to you that your girlfriend would pick a horror movie.

She pretended at first that she didn’t know what to watch, asking for any ideas from you while knowing you wouldn’t have any.

That’s when she quickly clicked onto on demand, rented a movie, and pressed play within a matter of minutes.

“Hey, babe, I rented out a movie for us!” She smiled as she shook your leg with her hand to get your attention.

You had been pretending to scroll through your phone as she looked around, when in reality your eyes were looking just above the top of your phone to watch her make a b-line towards the film she had so clearly planned to watch from the start.

The fact that she rented it before asking you in the first place was just another sign of her devious plan.

You could tell from the sinister smile that she had ulterior motives.

This witch simply wanted to scare you.

Even after being with her for months now, you still couldn’t stomach most horrors.

Lucinda knew this.

So that brought up the question; why a horror movie?

As the movie began to play, you scooched closer to her, allowing your head to fall on her shoulder.

You tilted your head just enough to which you could look at your red-headed lover, finding her menacing smile replaced with a smirk.

“So… what are we watching?”

“You’ll see.” Was all she said.

You’ll see? Oh, you were in for a ride.

As the movie began to play, you quickly took notice of what seemed to be a panicked security guard along with a screen monitor, looking through a bunch of cameras.

No goddamn way.

“Lucinda… are we watching Five Nights At Freddy’s?”

She looked at you with a fake look of confusion. “What are you talking about?” You leaned off of her, causing her to frown. As you kneeled on the couch you gestured to the TV.

“The movie we’re watching. You rented Five Nights At Freddy's, didn’t you?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Babe, you’re crazy. Why would I put on that?” 

“Well, seeing as we watched The Hunger Games last week… I’d assume to see Josh Hutcherson.”

With that, she pushed you over, pinning you to the couch. With her hands on both sides of your head, she straddled your lap, looming above you.

“You know, I’m a bit offended you thought I picked this movie simply to see an actor that starred within it.” She leaned down, breathing deeply by your ear. “Do you truly think I have such low standards for picking films, hm?” You stuttered while trying to respond, feeling her lips press against your skin, before you felt a pressure on your neck. She started to suck on the soft flesh, littering your neck with bruises of all shapes and colors.

That was when a loud scream came from the TV causing you to sit up in shock.

That was short lived though, as a frustrated Lucinda pushed you back down on the couch. 

She slowly moved her pointer finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah… where do you think you’re going?” Your breath hitched simply from the burning look in her red eyes.

“I… I was going to turn down the volume-” She brought her finger to your lips, shushing you. “And who said you could do that, Darling?”

A lump was caught in your throat as you swallowed. 

As she began to lean down, a stray strand of hair fell in front of her face. You couldn’t help yourself and the next thing you knew, you were tucking it behind her ear.

“Well, well, aren’t you a cutie.” Her voice was low as she leaned down again. This time she started to bite and nip at your neck as if it were a feast laid before her.

She hummed as she bit down, sending chills down your spine. All you could do was whimper her name as she attacked your neck continuously.

“Do you want to know the real reason I put on such a movie?” You nodded as she tilted her head, beginning to bite your bottom lip.

“I just wanted to slowly break you down as the jumpscares played.” She smirked. “Is it so wrong to want to see you jump and shake not just at the noises, but by my touch as well?”

So that’s why. 

“Now, be a good little Darling and stay still for me, okay?”

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

[aph-centric-fixs]

Zane with a fem reader he thought was a guy because of her avatar online headcanons or smth? :3 I think that'd be funee

Not at all like the game!!

Sure!! I've seen this trope in basically every fandom I've been in, and honestly I've got no problem with it as long as it's not made into a weird thing.

Zane x female! Reader (referred to with he/him in the beginning)

CW// possible ooc? & writing

In all honesty, Zane never thought he'd get so hooked on a game, he was never the type. It just sort of ran in the family, not being too obsessed over games.

The only reason he even got the game was so he could play it with Aphmau, she wouldn't stop bothering him about it so he gave in. And here he is now, playing the game whenever he has free time. It was honestly embarrassing, especially after he reached a higher rank than Aphmau- she had been playing so much longer than him!

It wasn't all as bad as he expected. The story was decent, the characters customization was great, and the community wasn't all horrible. He had found a small guild to join pretty quickly, not too many active members but enough to go on raids and such. The boss of the guild was a high ranking player, good gear and all, and yet he never fit the stereotype of other high ranking players.

He always welcomed low levels into the party, and easily carried anyone who needed it. Zane felt a little embarrassed at times, having to ask him to help him defeat this one boss but he never once shamed Zane.

Over time a great bond grew, Zane and his new best friend raided dungeons and castles almost daily. It didn't come to that much of surprise when the question of hanging out in person was raised. Chatting in and out of the game led Zane to know he was an adult and not some kid, boy would that be horrible for him.

Setting a time and place was easy, though it came to a surprise on both ends that they lived in the same state, much more the same city. A park was decided to be the best place, nice and public while also not too far for either one. Plans weren't exactly made after that, Zane just figured it would be a go with the flow type of thing.

The hangout date came quicker than he thought it would, leaving him to be nervous all morning and on the way over. What if he didn't like Zane? If his voice was too squeaky or something? God, this was high school all over again!

When he arrived at the park he looked around at everyone there, no one looked like who he thought he was looking for, so he sat down at a bench and waited. He basically stared a hole into his phone waiting for a message to pop up. While he waited some one came and sat next to him, and he couldn't help but take a glance at the pretty girl next to him. With a scoff, Zane went back to looking at his phone.

With a small vibration his phone notified him of a text. Quickly opening it he almost laughed with the seemingly worried 'where are you!!' message. He didn't wait to type out a response of 'on a bench' and waiting for a reply. Imagine his surprise when he got back a 'me too!'. I mean there weren't many benches at the park, and most were taken up by families or couples. The only bench without one was...

Wait a minute. Zane turned to look over, almost stiff as he watched the girl next to him type... And his phone go off.

"You're a girl!!??!" He said, watching the poor person next to him jump and drop their phone.

It was silent between the two, him staring at you, you staring at him. Slowly reaching down and picking up your phone, you looked down at your phone then back at Zane.

"Your avatar looks so like you" Zane's eyes basically blew out of his skull with how much he was surprised.

"Oh, I could say the same for you" He bit back sarcastically, only to be met with a laugh. Rolling his eyes he put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms.

With that confusion out of the way, the two of you started to chat, mostly about actual stuff rather than game stuff.

"So why'd you choose a guy character anyways?" Zane asked out of the blue, closing the small silence that had just passed.

"Well, girls in any gaming communities in general tend to get harassed. And the armor just looks so much better on male characters!" You replied, smiling and pulling up google to show him what you meant. With a hum he looked over your shoulder to see.

After a small bit of comparing male and female characters armor, Zane's stomach basically screamed out in hunger. It was embarrassing, but you didn't say anything other than a small laugh.

"Y'know, I know a good burrito place down the street" You suggested, standing up and stretching before looking back at Zane.

"Sounds good to me" He replied, standing up himself and following side by side as you two continued to chat.

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GENE x FEM!READER - not my best work but ive sunken back into the aphmau fandom and i wanted to get something out, so here u go!

warnings: infidelity, zenix slander (i love him i promise), maybe ooc gene??

You tilt your face away, laughing. "You're fucking joking."

Your boyfriend — your ex boyfriend now — frowns at you from across the table. "Look, I'm sorry but — I met her four months ago and — I don't know, she just gets me —"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snap, then leap up and grab your things. "Save it for someone who gives a shit."

He has the gall to look offended. Him, offended! You roll your eyes as he splutters out an "Excuse me?"

"So fucking long, asshat," is the last thing you say before you're out the diner door.

You hear his shouts from behind you, so loud that even when you're across the parking lot and by your car, the echoes still chase you down the pavement. Fucking lunatic, you think bitterly, unlocking your car and throwing your things onto the passenger seat. After you clamber in, you're tempted to slam the door closed.

It's only when you've settled into the leather, hands braced against the steering wheel that it hits you.

My boyfriend cheated on me. He cheated.

Holy fuck. What the fuck. He cheated.

You wish you'd screamed at him a little more. You wish you'd ordered a little more, wish you'd left him more than twenty-seven dollars poorer at that ugly red booth. You wish you'd maybe thrown your water at him and had his ugly-ass face sopping wet, frozen in shock.

(But then you start wishing that you'd tried a little harder.)

Last week, when you'd both gone to the mall. You should've suggested the movies, instead of just dragging him around the shops and talking his ear off. Or the other day, during lunch. You should've taken his hand in yours on the walk back home and leaned on his shoulder. It could've been fine — perfectly fine — if you'd only tried a little harder. You could've kept him. If you hadn't gotten so distant all those months ago, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to run into another girl's arms. Maybe he wouldn't have continued returning to her. Maybe he wouldn't have kissed her, loved her — preferred her over you.

Maybe he would've stayed.

You take a deep breath, gripping the wheel harder. No, you tell yourself, not now. You need to — to — (a glimpse of him, rushing out the dinner and catching sight of you in your car — his shadow against the golden lighting from inside) — you need to get out of here.

Another deep breath. The keys into the ignition — enter, twist — and the car starts. Your mind whirls. But where, it asks, where do we —

There's a name that jerks to the forefront. Jagged, sharp, tapering off at the ends like cigarette smoke — but still so comforting.

Gene, it spells, and you step on the gas.

"I'm telling you, Sasha, it's not like that," Gene groans, spinning one of his dozen silver rings round the stained coffee table.

"Whateeeever you say." Sasha's drawl crackles from his phone speaker, propped up on a spare coffee mug. Her sharp, violet eyes manage to dig into his soul even through the barriers of Facetime and a cracked screen protector. "You're obvious as fuck, though."

He rolls his eyes, flipping the ring into the air. "There's nothing to be 'obvious as fuck' about."

"Even Zenix has noticed."

Gene pauses, and reaches out for the falling jewelry a moment too late — he's fumbling for it as it clatters to the floor.

He doesn't need to look back up at his phone to know the look on her face; the silence speaks volumes.

"I got distracted," he says defensively, leaning down to pick it up. "There was a mosquito."

"Sure," she says — and snorts when he bangs his head on the table trying to sit up again.

Gene grimaces, but leans back and rubs the sore area. "Fuck off, Sasha."

"Don't think I will."

"Fuck you —" He jumps when a series of knocks rain down on his front door. "Shit!"

Sasha frowns, leaning closer to the camera. "You good over there?"

"Someone's at the door," he sighs, slipping his ring on.

He watches her lips lift into a grin. "Maybe it's —"

"No, it's not her. She's on a dinner date today." Gene shuts her down — although he wishes he didn't have to. He's never told anyone (and he never will), but he likes when you show up to his apartment unannounced. He likes when you rap your knuckles on his door and shove takeout in his face, declaring that night as a movie night.

It won't be you, though. Gene's sure of it. Ever since you started dating that guy, your impromptu visits have happened less and less often.

He still stands up, though. "I'll call you back later," he tells Sasha. She throws him a pixelated thumbs-up before ending the call.

Gene sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Who is it now, then," he mutters to himself, making his way down the hall. He drags a hand down his face one last time and moves to look through the peephole — and damn near chokes on his own spit.

Why the fuck were you here?

You don't look good, either. Your eyes are swollen and red, and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. You lift a hand to wipe roughly at the tear that slips down your cheek. 

Something protective and furious flaring in him, and he practically throws the door open to find you why the fuck you're so upset.

You flinch, take him in, then relax. "Gene," you croak — and immediately start crying.

He blinks. "Woah, hey, no." Gene rushes forward and wraps an arm around your shoulder to bring you close, leading you into his apartment. He closes the door with his foot. "What happened, sweetheart? I thought you were out with…" he trails off, then shakes his head. "Why are you crying?"

"He—" you blubber, "—I left him— "

"Relax, let's relax. Deep breaths," he says, arms curling around your back to bring you closer. "It's okay," Gene murmurs, letting you lean into him as he walks you over to his couch. "You're okay. In and out, sweetheart, in and out."

Gene's thumb rubs circles into your shoulder as he sits down with you; he's breathing loudly, slowly, to coax you into mimicking. It's only when you take a last, shaky breath that he gets up.

"Where are you going?" you blurt when you see him move away.

"Getting you some tissues," he says, and disappears down the hall. When he returns, you’re perched on his couch, sniffling and rubbing at your nose.

"Now,” Gene says, handing you a wad of tissue, “mind telling me why you were bawling your eyes out on my doorstep?"

You wipe your nose again. "It's" — you hiccup — "it's not…" The shame curls deeper into your gut. "Um."

"Yeah? Take your time."

You swallow. "He… he cheated."

Gene stills. "He what?" he says, voice dangerously calm.

"He invited me out for dinner today," you continue. "I told you, right?" Gene nods. "He was really quiet. Really awkward. And whenever I tried to start a conversation, he just wouldn't, like, entertain me, you know? It'd just be so quick. And, um, he was really short with me." You pause, take a deep breath. "I should've expected it. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I was still so — so shocked, so… surprised — when he told me. I mean, he's been so distant, and I don't…" Your throat closes up. "I guess I thought…"

"Just to be clear, you shouldn't have had to expect it," Gene tells you, his fury creeping into his tone. He catches sight of your face, though — embarrassed, guilty, heartbroken — and reels in his irritation. "No one should have to expect cheating," he says. "Fucking dick. Should've given him a black eye, too."

You give a small, hoarse laugh and wipe your eyes. "I did leave him to pay the bill on his own."

"Good." Gene smiles at you, cups a warm hand 'round your elbow. "Fucker deserved it. And, uh… you know, if you want, I can sic Zenix on him too."

You snort. "What, like he's a dog or something?"

He gives you a look. You laugh again, this time with your shoulders. "You're so mean," you tell him.

"He barks like one."

"Gene!"

"What? I love him, you know I do, but sometimes —"

"Stop!" you huff, kicking at his thigh. He raises his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay!" He sighs and settles back into the couch. You're picking at the lint on your socks, sitting comfortably in silence, when he mutters, "Offer still stands, though."

You roll your eyes. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm ever in need of your services."

He hums. "Good."

Silence again. In it, you realize just how much comfort his touch brings you. You adjust your position on the couch wordlessly, inching closer to him. Gene's kind enough not to comment on it.

He opens his mouth to say something. It closes quickly, but doesn't take so long to open again. You watch him carefully.

"What?" you say.

Gene clears his throat. "What do you think about a movie night? It's been a while. We can order takeout."

You blink, quiet for a moment (during which he hears his heart pounding loudly in his ears) and then a small smile pulls at your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

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Your Grace

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Description: You are the Queen and Laurance is one of your several consorts. However, he is less than amused over the fact that you have yet to spend a night with him. || ONESHOT, SMUT HURT/COMFORT(?)

Pairing: Consort!Laurance X Queen!Reader

WC: ~3k

CW: Strong Sexual Themes | NSFW

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It’s not uncommon for Kings or Queens to establish a royal consort when they become the primary ruler of their kingdom. In fact, it’s often encouraged for the ruler of a kingdom to have multiple consorts as a means to ensure the strength of their next of kin. You were no exception to this. Thus, as you ascended to your place on the throne you were expected to have a set of consorts established as soon as possible.

Being a man of great notoriety, Laurance Zvahl had never intended to join your consort. A rogue like him never humoured the idea of living his life at the hands of royalty, but things were different when they came to you.

Laurance’s first meeting with you proved how witty a crown princess could act in the face of danger - his second meeting with you only doubling down on that idea. Despite your wits, Laurance had never really thought you a very interesting monarch until the day he received commission from none other than your very own mouth. To think that a princess such as yourself would risk your position, much less your life, to ensure the prosperity of your kingdom… uncommon would be an understatement.

Much has happened between then and now but your commitment to your kingdom and its people never waivered. For that, Laurance respected you. It might be the only reason why he didn’t immediately kill the guard who came to inform him that you had extended an invitation to become an official figure in your consort.

It’s been over a month since Laurance Zvahl was officially situated in Your Grace’s harem. He’s heard talk amongst the other consorts that you’ve already visited many of your chosen lovers but Laurance has yet to share anything more than simple pleasantries with you. He assumes that a ruler such as yourself would be a busy one, but too busy to even spend a night or two with him? Surly not, right?

For what feels like the thousandth time, Laurance paces from one side of his room to the other. You’d think that a castle as large as this one would grant one privacy but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Laurance feels like he might go mad if another servant arrives at his chambers to ask what he wants for dinner, or when he wants his bath to be drawn, or… or for anything really!

Just as the thought crosses his mind, the incessant sound of knocking fills the room.

Without so much as a by your leave, the door to Laurance’s room creaks open. The boy practically flies over to confront whoever might have the gull to enter his room unannounced but he’s surprised to find that it’s you who stands before him.

“Your Grace!” The boy dips down in greeting without a moment’s hesitation. “For what do I owe the honor of your unexpected visit?”

Your eyes scan the interior of Laurance’s room before they gently land on the brunette. “I sent word to your personal retainer that I would be visiting your chambers tonight, but I see that your retainer is nowhere in sight. Why might that be the case?”

“Oh, them?” Laurance resists the urge to display any signs of contempt at the thought of his retainer. “I sent them away.”

“Again I ask: why might that be the case?”

“I don’t need someone to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”

“Is that so?” Your eyes scan the interior of Laurance’s room a second time before stepping into his chambers and closing the door behind you. After walking a few paces and noticing that Laurance does not follow you, your gaze shifts back to the brunette. Even with just a slight shift in your gaze, Laurance can tell that you do not find any humour in his actions. “I did not assign you a retainer because I thought you needed to be watched or taken care of. I assigned you a retainer because a castle this large can get lonely. Having someone by your side can help alleviate that loneliness.”

“Is that so?” An involuntary huff escapes Laurance. Of course a queen like yourself would delegate the task of keeping him company to a mere servant. “Well I wouldn’t get lonely if you actually came to visit me.”

“Ah… I take it that you’re upset with me?” You attempt to hold Laurance’s hand but the boy sharply pulls away from you.

“How could I not be upset with you?!” Laurance scoffs, his pent up resentment slowly and surely bubbling up to the surface. “After the whole dinner fiasco, you left me behind without so much as a goodbye. Then after weeks of no contact your guard is the one to hunt me down and offer me a place in your consort. It’s bad enough to be treated like an outsider by everyone in your court, but the fact that you treat me this way too? It makes me wonder why you even brought me here in the first place.”

Laurance watches with a heavy gaze as you slowly reach forward and grasp his hands. They’re gentle and delicate compared to Laurance’s hands, but compared to that of a regular noble there’s no doubt that your hands are rough and calloused.

As if afraid to make any sudden movements, you gently pull yourself closer to Laurance until the boy can feel the heat of your body against his own. Have you always been this warm?

“I truly apologise for any hardships I’ve caused you by asking you here. If you truly do not desire to be my consort I will not hold you here. However, that is not to say that I do not want you here, because I do. I want you, Laurance.”

Laurance doesn’t realise that he’s turned his eyes away from you until you’re gently pulling his attention back. Your grasp on the boy’s jaw is so soft but your demand for the boy’s attention is anything but. If not a remarkable queen, you are most certainly a remarkable temptress - always knowing exactly what to do or say to get what you need out of the boy.

“Do you really think a few pretty words are enough to make me forgive you?”

“Of course not…” You chuckle softly to yourself. Your voice becomes softer as you gently lean in toward Laurance, moving forward until your lips just barely hover the shell of his ear. “Tell me, Laurance, what can I do to win back your favour?”

Laurance Zvahl had never intended to join your consort - a rogue like him never humoured the idea of living his life at the hands of royalty, but things were different when they came to you.

You always made things more difficult than they had to be.

“I…” Laurance’s breath catches in his throat as your breath trails down his neck. It makes Laurance shiver from both the feeling and the proximity, his heart thumping in his chest as a testament to his own desires. He'd have the nerve to call it irritating if it wasn’t so intoxicatingly addictive. “I want you, Your Grace.”

“What was that?” You gently press your lips against Laurance's jaw with an amused hum.

“Don’t-” Laurance swallows and shivers at the feeling of your lips on his jaw. A quiet, shaky exhale escapes from his lips. He can feel heat rising to his cheeks as he realises he’s already starting to lose this battle of wills. “Don’t play ignorant. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Pulling away from Laurance’s neck, the boy is able to catch the expression on your face. There’s hints of satisfaction in the way your lips curl into a pleasant smile, but your eyes hold nothing but affection. A sound of amusement bubbles up from your lips when you notice just how deeply Laurance stares at you, but you relent all the same.

“Come now, Laurance.” You whisper, trailing your hands up Laurance’s torso and coming to rest on his shoulders. “Wouldn’t you like to experience the full extent of being a consort in my court?”

“You’re playing dirty, Your Grace.”

“Is that too much for a rogue like you to handle?”

Laurance closes his eyes. He refuses to give in and insists on trying to ignore the heat that's spreading down his neck and across his chest. Though he is neither a noble nor a knight of high status, Laurance is not some helpless little doll to be teased and played with like this. Even as his hands find their way to your hips to grip them just a little too tight, Laurance can feel his stubborn resolve melting away.

”…Shut up, Your Grace.”

“If you insist, My Love.” Without another word you lean in toward Laurance and close the distance, your lips gently pressing against his.

Laurance can’t stop the small gasp that escapes him at the feeling of your lips against his own. He’d fantasised of this moment; of having you close and holding you to himself. He was losing his strength to keep up this tough-guy facade when all he had wanted for so long was for a moment like this.

The boy pulls you even closer to him, his grip on your hips becoming even more firm. His heart was practically racing in his chest as he returned your kiss.

In a heartbeat Laurance deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip before nipping at the skin. He felt like he’d been starving for this - for you, for your touch. He was so wrapped up in this singular moment that he hadn’t even realised that you were slowly guiding the boy toward his bed. By the time he realises what you’ve done he’s already flush against his bedsheets.

The bed is cool against Laurance’s back, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of your hands against his torso. Everywhere you touch leaves a fire of desire in its wake.

As you slowly use your fingers to push his shirt up, you continue to kiss him. Laurance can’t help the sound of pleasure that slips past his lips and he lets go of your hips to help you remove his shirt. He wants to feel the warmth of your skin and to have you as close as possible.

Once the fabric of Laurance’s shirt is removed, you take a moment to admire the sight of his now bared chest. His breathing is slightly ragged but it’s not nearly as obvious as the flushed look on his face. The heat across his cheeks and across his torso was hard for Laurance to ignore as well - especially with how easily flustered he is because of you.

Though his mind is slowly becoming hazy with thoughts of you, Laurance shivers under the weight of your gaze. “Stop staring…”

You can’t help the short laugh that pushes past your lips. Though at first the action serves to make Laurance feel more conscious of himself, his worries fade away as you swiftly pull your robe off your shoulders and discard it somewhere on the floor.

He’s seen you this way once before, but that was nothing compared to now.

Laurance’s breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you half-naked on top of him and he can’t hold back the small, sharp gasp at the feeling of your bare skin against his own. Every inch of his skin feels like it’s burning and it’s hard to get words out when his mind is so focused on you.

“You-” He swallows, his hands shakily gripping your hips as though the moment he lets go you would disappear. The boy’s eyes dart across your form, trying to commit every inch to memory.

“Who’s the one staring now?” Your voice comes out playful, snapping Laurance out of his daze. For a moment your gaze bears into Laurance’s own desperate expression, making you realise the exact effect you have on the boy.

With a smile you lean down and kiss Laurance once more. Rather than allowing Laurance to kiss you in the feverish way he had before, you prolong the kiss. Your movements, your touch, heck, even the very breaths you take have become gentle. Everything about you has seemingly softened in all but a moment, yet you’re just as intoxicating as ever.

“Your Grace… Fuck…” Laurance moans out against your lips. He can hardly hold back his voice as you grind down against his hips. He can only imagine the kind of expression he might be making right now - how you might revel in evoking such a reaction in the first place - but he doesn’t have the time to worry about such things. Right now, all Laurance wants is you.

Laurance wants, no, needs you. He needs you more than he’s ever needed someone before. How do things always end up this way with you?

“I’m your consort, aren’t I?” Questions Laurance, earning a slight hum from you. With as much charm as the boy can muster, Laurance cups your face and gently rests your forehead against his own. “Then please, won’t you take me?”

With a quiet laugh you utter your response. “Of course.”

What little clothes remained between you and Laurance quickly come off in a mess of hurried hands and sweet nothings. Every word you whisper sends adrenaline pumping through Laurance’s body. He can only hope that his roaming hands might be doing the same to you.

His eyes watch your face intently as you slowly lower yourself onto the boy’s now hardened arousal. He takes pleasure in the way your head tilts back and how your sounds of pleasure freely fall from your lips. The feeling of being wrapped in you; it’s euphoric, but it’s not enough. Laurance wants more.

As you continue to shift against Laurance he begins to move in time with your movements, his hips jerking upward as he attempts to drive himself deeper into you.

He wants to feel your touch; to hear his name fall from your lips and to see your pleasured expression every time he shifts his hips in time with your own. It’s not enough to simply feel good at your hands. He wants you to feel good, too.

With whatever strength hasn’t been sapped away at the sight of you, Laurance sits up and holds you close against his chest. In an instant his lips are against yours, stealing kisses as if this is the only time he’ll ever get to kiss you again. You, on the other hand, feed into every single one of the brunette’s greedy impulses.

“Can I call you by your name? Please?” Laurance mutters against your lips. He knows he shouldn’t ask such a thing of you, especially since he’s nothing but a rogue, but when his mind is already swirling in thoughts of you and you alone he’s bound to make impossible requests.

Laurance’s chases after your lips in a desperate manner as you pull away. He hardly even registers that you’re contemplating his question as his lips latch onto your neck and leave behind barely visible marks all the way down. In your attempts to get him to look at you, you have to pry the boy from your body.

Has Laurance ever told you how pretty your eyes are? Or how beautiful you look when your hair is undone like this? Hell, does he even have enough of himself left to tell you how good you’re making him feel? Do you feel good, too?

“Laurance.”

The boy’s attention snaps right to you the moment you call his name. “What?”

“You may address me by my name.”

“R-really?”

Your lips curl into an amused smile as you admire the boy’s drunken state, using your hand to brush back loose strands of the boy’s hair. “Yes, really.”

And that’s it. You have him hooked.

With every thrust of his hips, your name all but falls from Laurance’s lips. It feels so foreign, yet so very right. Like it was always your name that he was meant to call. That it was only ever your name that he wished to speak. Laurance is not here with some royalty figure he’s bound to, he’s here with you.

Laurance can feel himself coming to his wit’s end, but it seems that you’re one step ahead of him. Your body convulses slightly against Laurance’s, the walls of your pussy taking him in oh so greedily. But that’s not to say that Laurance isn’t being greedy, either.

The brunette savours as much of your reaction as he possibly can. The smell of your hair, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your body pressed against his; everything. It’s all for him to have, so he’ll remember it as thoroughly as he can. But fuck, it’s hard to stay focused when you’re holding onto him this tightly.

As Laurance can feel himself coming undone beneath you, he attempts to hide his expression from you by tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You’ll have none of this though, and you pull back to hold Laurance’s face in your hands.

“Don’t hide away now, Laurance.” Despite coming out between shallow breaths, your voice is as firm as ever.

Laurance can’t help but want to shy away under the subtle amusement in your expression. “I can’t help it. You feel too damn good. I’m gonna- fuck.” Laurance’s words are cut short as a wave of euphoria washes over his entire body. That feeling is only heightened when you lean forward and steal a kiss of your own.

Your lips are firm yet gentle at the same time. You truly are something of a temptress, but right now that’s hardly a bad thing.

When Laurance can finally feel himself coming down from his high, he rests his forehead against your shoulder in bliss. For a moment, the world is quiet. The only thing that matters is the warmth of your body pressed against his, and the feeling of your gently rising and falling chest. It’s perfect. 

You’re perfect.

Laurance slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you, drinking in all that you have to offer. You’ve always been really pretty, but right now Laurance thinks that you are enchanting. And when you finally peek open your eyes to meet Laurance’s gaze, he all but knows that you’re his.

Even if it’s just for this moment in time, you’re his.