#okay i really gotta go before the water turns brown again

[shycoconutt]

It seems when it comes to Nanami Kento, your body has a mind of its own.

Because here you are standing like an idiot, with a brown bag containing various warm pastries and a cup of black coffee, alone in his office in the early hours of the morning, feeling like you’ve fought and won many battles but are currently losing the war.

The war that was once your past and now, to your dismay, is your present too.

The sun has just barely peaked over the mountains, a warm orange glow cascading through the windows of Jujutsu Tech. Placing your offerings on his large wooden desk, you can’t help the exaggerated sigh that escapes your lips.

What has gotten into you.

The entire walk from your apartment, to the bakery, then to work at 8 o’clock in the morning was spent mumbling and grumbling to yourself.

Whatever happened to keeping your distance? Standing your ground? Huh? So what if today’s his birthday? So you happen to know his order at his favorite bakery across town, who cares? Huh? Hello? Are you listening to me—

You probably have a red mark on your forehead from how many times you slapped yourself on the way over here.

Truth is, you know it’s dumb, but the thought of not one person wishing Kento a happy birthday or giving him a gift today makes your stomach hurt. He only just reinstated himself as a sorcerer a couple months ago, and it’s highly likely that no one else but you remembers the importance of this summer day.

Your face warms slightly thinking about teenage Kento and that stupid party hat Satoru forced him to wear for the duration of your class singing him happy birthday. He stood there like an emotionless toothpick. It was hilarious.

Smiling to yourself, you grab a pen and a single sheet from his notepad laid out on his desk and scribble a few words before leaving it there and exiting his office.

~

“Ino,” you yell from your seat on a bench at the sparing field, “you gotta keep your fists close to your chest in a defensive position when fighting. The reason you keep getting knocked over is because you’re leaving yourself wide open.”

With your arms outstretched over the back of the bench, you lift up your head to feel the warm sun rays on your face. It is a hot one today, and you somewhat regret telling your students that you would be working on combat outside all day.

Your decision came mostly because they need the practice, but partly because you know it’s easier to avoid Kento this way.

Five hours into the day, however, you know you have to give your students a break.

“Okay everyone,” you say, clapping your hands together, “why don’t you all take an hour for lunch and then meet back here. When you get back, each of you will take turns sparing with yours truly.”

You giggle at the mix of excited gasps and disappointed groans from your students. They know you won’t go easy on them, and that only excites a select few.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Though, to make up for it, I stashed some goodies in the fridge for you guys in the rec room…”

You blinked and your students were gone, only leaving a small trail of dust in their path. Feeling content in your solitude, you go back to basking in the sun, the soft noise of running water and chirping birds lulling you into a state of relaxation.

You about jump out of your own shoes when you hear someone softly clearing their throat behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, your eyes trail up the stone steps before you lock on a broad figure standing at the top of them, slicked back honey blonde hair threatening to tousle in the strong breeze.

“May I join you?”

No. Nope. Get lost.

“Uh, sure!”

Damn it.

Scooting over to one side of the bench to make room, you nervously fidget with your hands, suddenly very interested in the state of your cuticles.

In your peripheral, you notice he’s dressed lighter than usual. Instead of the tan suit, blue long sleeve dress shirt combo, he has on a pair of brown slacks with a linen tan short sleeve dress shirt. He looks really good.

Then again, he always looks good. Ever since his return, it was no surprise to you that his everyday wear was so formal. Nanami always had an affinity towards proper aesthetics. He holds himself at a higher standard than most and always feels morally obligated to do the right thing.

But, sometimes there is no right or wrong, sometimes the right choice for you is the wrong one for someone else, sometimes the right choice is the easier choice, the one that hurts less.

As he moves to sit next to you, you feel yourself hold your breath.

“The kids flew by me on the way here practically foaming at the mouths,” Nanami muses.

“Yeah, well, I bought them some candy and snacks from 7/11 this morning cause I walked past and knew I would be putting them through the wringer today. It’s honestly the least I could do. They’ll be hurting pretty good later.”

Nanami hums all-knowingly, smirking to himself.

“If memory serves me right, there were plenty of nights back in the day where I would have to take hours-long episome salt baths just to be able to fall asleep that night after a training session with you.”

You can’t help but smile and hum in amusement.

“You never were the best at hand-to-hand. However, once you started bringing blades and shit into the mix, I did often fear for my life.”

“I would have never hurt you, you know that,” Nanami scoffs.

“Yeah,” you pause, “at least with your blade anyway.”

You feel the air still around you. Nanami now leans himself back on the bench, lifting his hands behind him to support his head.

“Hm, I suppose I deserve that.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“However, what I do not deserve is your kindness,” Nanami states, staring at the field in front of him.

“Hm?”

“You bought me my favorite breakfast today, isn’t that correct?”

You turn to him now, feeling a warm blush rise to your cheeks.

“Yes.”

“And this is the most we’ve talked in a long time.”

“I suppose.”

“I half expected you to yell at me to go away.”

“I thought about it.”

Nanami smiles at this, turning to look at you for the first time, amber eyes looking down softly into yours.

“Thank you, darling. I loved it.”

The genuineness of his words swallow the world around you. You feel your heart lurch, and it’s painful.

Sitting here, so close to his form, you feel like you are two magnets. You wish you could just let go—let yourself give in. You want so badly to fly across the seat and have him absorb you. All of the empty parts of your soul are vacant because of him, and he could fill those crevices so easily, right where he once was so long ago.

You give him a sad smile, reaching your arm out, you bring the palm of your hand gently to his face, letting your thumb graze the skin of his cheek.

“You’re welcome, Kento.”

You allow yourself to touch him like this, but this is as far as you can go, at least for right now. Something you know he understands.

“Hey! Nanami is here!” Ino’s voice brings you out of your trance. You look up to see your students gathered together with all of the snacks, candy and drinks you got them in their hands. You quickly pull your hand away from Nanami so they don’t see.

You beam up at them.

“What are you guys doing back so soon?”

“Well we saw all the stuff you got us and decided it wouldn’t be right to eat all of it and not share some with you. You’re out here working hard too!”

“Aw, thanks you guys,” you smile, “Actually, you know what? This is perfect!”

Leaping up from your spot, you grab Nanami’s hand and gesture for him to stand up with you. He complies reluctantly.

“We can all share our spoils with our BIRTHDAY BOOOOOY!”

Nanami glares at you like you just told them his deepest, darkest secret. You give his hand a small squeeze before letting go, smiling up at him devilishly.

The kids are a blur as they gather around him, practically suffocating him with their enthusiasm. You watch as he battles any signs of joy as they jostle him around.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!”

[stillmonsterz]

all i gotta do

for this anon!

pairing: jake x reader

genre: fluff (?), humor (???), smut

summary: it's your first day at work and you're nervous. however, your trainer is going to show you why you were nervous for the wrong reasons. one week with jake sim will either make you quit the job or never leave.

contains: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, swearing, incest mention, PTSD mention, i try to be "funny" and make "jokes"

word count: 4.4k (unproofread)

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DAY ONE

You stepped inside of your new workplace apprehensively; you hadn’t felt so nervous since your first day of university. Wiping your palms on your pants, you made eye contact with the receptionist and smiled wanly. 

“Hello,” you said, resting your fingertips on the counter. “I’m the new hire. I was wondering where I could find…Jake Sim? He’s supposed to be my…” The term that had been used in the introductory email the company had sent to you eluded you.

“Your buddy,” the receptionist said flatly. “Your Park Corp buddy.”

“Yes. That.”

“Jake Sim is on the fifth floor. I take it you’ll be working in data analysis as well?”

You nodded. “Yes, exactly.”

The receptionist smiled at you, but it belied a certain cold humor. “Good luck.”

“Yeah, you too.” As you walked away, you realized your blunder and squeezed your eyes shut. 

–

The fifth floor of the office building had all of the markings of a corporation attempting to reel in more younger workers. There was a vending machine as soon as you walked in, the cubicles were arranged as part of an open concept floor plan, and the walls were plastered with positive, empty aphorisms. You scanned the area, wondering which of the people hunched over their computers was Jake.

Footsteps echoed behind you, and when you turned around you saw a slight, enthusiastic-looking young man with a shock of shaggy brown hair approaching you. In his hands he held two coffee cups. 

“Hey, newbie,” he said with some affection. “Got you a coffee.”

You took the cup, surprised by his vivacity. “Thank you…”

“Jake,” he finished, holding his hand out. “Jake Sim.”

You shook his hand as firmly as you could and introduced yourself.

“I know,” he said cheerfully. “Don’t worry, I like to do a little stalking before we meet a new hire. Although…” his face grew serious. “You really shouldn’t post such…provocative pictures on your Insta. Someone could get ideas.”

Your face blanched and your fingers gripped the coffee cup. “What?”

Jake’s face broke out into a smile. “Just fuckin’ with you. Sorry, I like to razz all the new hires. Makes me feel big.”

His grin was so wide, you felt compelled to smile too. He nudged you and jerked his thumb in the direction of the cubicles. “Let me show you around, PCB.”

You blinked, then it dawned on you. “Park Corp buddy…?”

“So observant,” Jake said, amused. “Come on.”

You followed him around as he explained where everything was: the copy room, the coffee machine, the water dispenser, the popcorn machine, your cubicle (situated in the middle of the room, to your chagrin), his cubicle (tucked neatly in the corner).

Then he taught you how to use the software. Thanks to your university courses, it wasn’t difficult to learn. Jake’s playful personality also gave way to a maturity that you hadn’t expected. He carefully walked you through the program step by step.

“I’ll leave you these tasks to work on,” he said, pulling up a document he had pre-made. “If you get stuck, just come get me, okay? I’m right in the corner.”

You thanked him for his assistance and started working on the tasks he had given you. It wasn’t challenging, so much as it was tedious. Still, you persevered. 

At least, until you heard him approach you again.

“Hey,” Jake said, sitting beside you. His eyes darted around the room. “You were supposed to come get me.”

“You told me to do that if I needed you,” you replied, somewhat confused.

“Yeah,” Jake said slowly, “in case you feel the overwhelming urge to make Jakey’s day and let him help you with something so he can avoid doing his boring ass work. You don’t even understand the basics of being a PCB, do you?”

“You’re using me,” you said, waving an accusatory finger at him. 

“Can you blame me?” he retorted. “Sometimes I can…I can feel my soul leaking from my pores.”

You giggled, and he squinted at you in mock annoyance. “There’s no way you’re laughing at me,” he said, trying to fight a smile. “I’m dying, turning into a corpse, and you’re laughing.”

You shrugged. “At least you’ll die at the prime of your life.”

Jake’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Oh, you think I’m in my prime, huh?”

“That’s not what I me-,”

“You’re hitting on me,” Jake said, leaning in. He blinked at you like a puppy. 

You leaned away, your cheeks feeling warm. “I’m not.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you were,” he said softly.

You were about to say something else, something intelligent and witty, but one of your new coworkers approached the two of you. 

“Couldn’t wait a day before sexually harassing the newbie, could you?” He was tall, pale, and had a shit-eating grin that could rival Jake’s. Unlike Jake, who was dressed in a blue button-down and slacks, this person wore a suit with a silky black tie.

Jake leaned away from you, balking at the accusation. “I am not sexually harassing her,” Jake said, clutching his heart. “I wasn’t even normal harassing her.”

“He wasn’t,” you chimed in. 

“Don’t cover up for this louse,” Sunghoon said, shaking his head at Jake. “Look at you, corrupting one of our brightest already with your salacious comments. Weren’t you supposed to be writing up a report on the-,”

“You hear this jerkoff?” Jake said, interrupting. “He puts on a little suit and starts using words like ‘louse’ and ‘salacious’, like we’re not in data analysis.”

“I am a data architect,” Sunghoon said, playfully slamming his hand on your desk. “And I will be treated like one, damn it.”

“Quit it,” Jake said, putting his arms around you and hugging you close to him. “You’re scaring my PCB.” 

“Your PCB is going to get PTSD if you keep touching her,” Sunghoon replied drolly, crossing his arms.

Jake grinned. “My PCB is going to get PTSD if I do PDA with her?” 

Sunghoon said, “Good one,” and they laughed and high-fived. You stared at them incredulously, noting that Jake’s arm was still wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Sorry,” you said slowly, “but I’d like to do my work…”

Jake withdrew his arm and tsked under his breath, standing up. “Great going, Sunghoon,” he hissed. “Now she hates you.”

“She hates you, idiot,” Sunghoon retorted as they walked away.

You slumped down in your chair, already feeling exhausted. You worked straight through your lunch break, and as you commuted home you wondered how the rest of your training week would go.

–

DAY TWO 

The next day, you felt a little more equipped to navigate your new job. In your purse, you brought some items with which to decorate your desk.

You came into work early, noting that very few people show up at this time. Perfect. With careful precision, you arranged your new trinkets on your desk; a magnetic calendar for your cubicle wall, a little plush doll, a notebook, a nice mousepad, and a little jar of chocolates. 

As you’re turning your computer on, you heard three male voices approaching your desk. Two of which you recognize. 

“There she is,” you heard Jake say quietly, “isn’t she cute?”

You looked up and waved. There was Jake, wearing a button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sunghoon, wearing another crisp suit. And a third person wearing an oversized collared shirt with dark blue jeans, looking you up and down. 

“You’re here early,” Jake said cheerfully. “Excited for work?”

“I just wanted to decorate my desk,” you explained, proudly displaying your newly decorated workplace.

The three men politely admired your table. Then Sunghoon nudged the third man in the ribs. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m Heeseung,” he said, awkwardly raising his hand. “Heeseung Lee.”

“Nice to meet you,” you replied, holding your hand out.

You shook hands with him, and Sunghoon snorted. “I didn’t get a handshake from you.”

“You also didn’t introduce yourself to me…”

Sunghoon looked away, the tips of his ears going red. “Right. I suppose that was my folly. Apologies.”

Jake leaned down and whispered, “Isn’t he such a pretentious dick?” in your ear. You suppressed another giggle as you stuck your hand out.

Sunghoon shook it firmly. “Park Sunghoon,” he said with a smile. “Data architect.”

“You told her that already,” Jake said. 

“And I told you to shut up several times, not that you ever listened,” Sunghoon retorted.

You glanced at Heeseung, and he just shrugged at you. “They can’t stop,” he said, glancing between the two of them. “It’s hard-coded into their DNA to be idiots in front of cute girls.”

Jake squinted at Heeseung. “Oh, you think she’s cute? Are you into her or something?”

Heeseung raised his hands in self-defense, backing up. “No, no, not at all.”

You sighed. “Could…could I go ahead and start my work?”

Jake shook his head and stalked away from your table. “She fucking hates you, you know that?” he said, lightly pushing Heeseung. 

Later that day, as you’re packing up to head home, you hear footsteps that were already becoming familiar.

“Hey,” Jake said quietly, “the guys and I were wondering if you wanted to eat with us at lunch tomorrow?”

You blinked up at him. “No kidding?”

“Yeah. We want you to feel welcome here,” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder. 

A smile spread across your face, and you nodded. “Sure. Sounds like it'll be a lot of fun.” Like seeing monkeys in the zoo.

Jake grinned, patting your shoulder. “Awesome! Awesome, awesome.” He paused then, placing his hand in his pocket. “One other thing,” he said slowly. 

“What’s that?” you tilted your head at him.

“Well, you know, you don’t have to dress so formally,” he said, gesturing at your outfit. “Unless you’re trying to be Sunghoon or something. You can dress business casual.”

You looked down at yourself; your outfit was pretty formal and rigid. “All right,” you said, “I’ll be nice and casual tomorrow.”

“Sounds great,” Jake said, biting his lip slightly. 

– 

DAY THREE

Work already felt much more comfortable. Besides the three coworkers you had already met, the rest of the employees ranged from amicable to ambivalent, so you never felt tense. Occasionally, Jake would come over to your desk and look at how you were coming along. Or, as you figured, he was just coming to ogle you. Not that you minded the extra attention. 

When you walked in this morning, dressed in your more casual outfit, his eyes had lingered on you for so long you thought it could be classed as a workplace violation.

“Very nice,” Jake had said approvingly. “Very…casual.”

“I try,” you had said drily, heading to your desk. 

“I’m serious,” he had said, walking with you. “You have, pardon me, a great figure.” 

“That’s not very PC,” Sunghoon had said as he passed by your desk. 

“So, what you’re saying,” Jake had started, and you were already rolling your eyes, “I’m not acting PC with my PCB?”

You had groaned. “Jake…”

“Great going, Sunghoon,” Jake had grumbled, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “You’re the worst, I swear…”

Now you were sitting with them in the break room, where they were locked in what you could only assume was a longstanding debate. 

“I’m saying that it wouldn’t be gay if it was on an island,” Jake protested, “so it wouldn’t even matter, Sunghoon.”

“Okay, but they’d eventually get rescued, so they’d have to live with that,” Sunghoon retorted, gesturing with his sandwich. 

“Yeah, but they don’t know that they’re getting rescued.”

You glanced at Heeseung, who was eating a microwavable meal. “What are they talking about?”

Heeseung leaned into you, whispering as so not to catch their attention. “It’s this stupid hypothetical they came up with,” Heeseung explained. “If there was an island, and a pair of adult siblings were on one end, and a pair of two straight men were on the other end, which pair would hook up first?”

You blinked. “Well, the siblings, right?”

A haunting silence overtook the break room. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon all stared at you, and you got the impression that you had disrupted something sacred, something hallowed.

Sunghoon laughed and pointed at you. “See? See? Your little work wife doesn’t even agree with you. Those siblings would be smashing, right?”

“Well, I g-,”

“All over each other,” Sunghoon continued, making vulgar gestures with his hands. “It’d be like…five hours. Sweaty from the sun. They’d be rolling around, sand in their ass, it’d be carnal. Primal.”

Jake stared at you incredulously. “You really don’t think the straight guys would fuck?”

You shrugged helplessly. “Well, they’re straight, so I mean…”

Jake groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Okay. Look. If you were on an island with a sexy ass woman, and she had short nails and everything, and she was fully ready to finger your pussy, you wouldn’t let her smash? Because you were ‘straight’?”

“I mean…no.”

“Nah,” Jake said, waving a baby carrot in your face. “You’re either deluded or you aren’t thinking hard enough. You’d get desperate. You’d be munching so much carpet you’d look like…like…”

“Like a carpet factory,” Heeseung said sarcastically. 

“You’re so fucking unfunny,” Jake replied. “No, you’d look like…”

“Like she’s an interior designer?” Sunghoon offered. 

“Close enough,” Jake said, sighing. “Real dark day when Sunghoon is funnier than you. Do better, Heeseung.”

“Yeah, Heeseung,” you said, “do better.”

Heeseung scoffed. “I thought you were my friend.”

You shrugged. “I wanted to join in.”

Jake clapped you on your back and laughed. “Look at you. Blending in already!”

– 

After lunch you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. When you emerged, Jake was leaning against the wall, playing with his fingers. 

“Hey,” he said, straightening up. “Had a random hypothetical for you.”

“Sure,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“So,” Jake began, his eyes darting around your face, “if you were stuck on a deserted island…”

You groaned. 

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait.” Jake put one hand on your shoulder. “If you were stuck on a deserted island, which of us would you want with you? Me, Sunghoon, or Heeseung?”

You frowned. “Well, you, obviously.”

Jake smiled at you widely, running his fingers through his hair. “Ha, for real?”

“Well, yeah. I know you the best.”

His smile faltered. “Is that really the only reason?”

You frowned, unsure of what to say. “I me-,”

Jake clapped you on the back and snorted. “I was just messing with you,” he said before striding back to his corner cubicle.

–

DAY FOUR 

You consulted your list of tasks. Your last, and most important task, was to type up a data analysis report based off of the information you had been gathering for the past week. Jake said that he would look over it for you later.

After spending the better part of your morning working on the report, you leaned back and stretched. Your eyes were starting to hurt from staring at a screen for so long, and you rubbed them.

Jake was next to you before you could react. “Hey,” he said, “how’s the report going?”

“It’s going,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Let me see,” Jake said, leaning over you and scrolling through your document. Your breath hitched; he was so close, you could smell his cologne. If you glanced to your right, you would be able to see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. 

Jake silently pored over the document, his chest pressed against your back. His hand rested on your shoulder, and you couldn’t tell if he was rubbing it as a subconscious habit or not.

“Looking good so far,” he whispered, and when his hand slid down your arm, you knew it was intentional.

“Anything I need to fix?” you asked, attempting to maintain a semblance of professionalism.

“Hm…” Jake leaned in to you evermore, until he was flush against you. “Nothing I can see. You’re a good worker, aren’t you?”

“I try,” you said quietly. 

“A good little worker bee,” Jake said softly, his lips almost brushing your ear. “Just what I like.”

You dared to turn your head slightly to catch Jake’s gaze, and he smiled at you, that easy-going, smile that hid a wealth of sobriety and determination. He patted your shoulder again and leaned upwards. The loss of his scent and touch bothered you, but you didn’t say a word. 

“I’ll leave you to it now,” Jake said, stretching his wrists out. “Come early tomorrow, okay?”

“Huh? Why?” 

“So I can look over your report one last time before you submit it,” Jake said plainly. “What were you thinking, you naughty little bee?”

“I wasn’t thinking of anything like th-,”

Jake laughed. “I was kidding. You’re so cute when you’re all flustered, though.”

When Jake left, you realized that you had been squeezing your plush doll. You released it and sighed. Then, you continued working on the report. 

–

DAY FIVE 

You strode into the office early. Jake had emailed you through the company’s email, requesting that you arrive on the fifth floor at 7:30 am. Work started at 9:00, so he would have ample time to go over the report with you.

When you entered the floor, you first noted that there were a few workers already there, hunched over their desks. Just a few overachievers…or underachievers, you guessed. 

Jake was waving you over to his cubicle, his hair flopping in his face as he enthusiastically beckoned you. You walked towards him. 

“Come on,” he said, smiling at you playfully despite the early time. “Come sit.”

You went to pull over another chair, but Jake grabbed your wrist. “No, no,” he said with a shake of his hair. “Just sit next to me.” He scooted over in his chair, leaving you with a sliver of space. 

You were already growing accustomed to Jake’s “jokes”, so you sat next to him. Your left leg hung over the side of the chair, the other smushed against Jake’s. 

He smiled at you, then opened your report on his computer. You had sent it to him that night, your heart fluttering even though it was just an email. Just five days at this office was making you as pathetic as Jake and his friends. 

As he scrolled through the document, he kept glancing at you. Eventually, Jake said, “You can’t be comfortable sitting on the chair like that.”

“You’re right,” you said with a sigh. “I’m not.”

“Why not just…sit on my lap?” Jake asked nonchalantly, his lower lip jutting out in a slight pout.

You sighed. “I see the game you’re playing here, Sim.”

“Will you play, my little worker bee?”

A shift of your ass from the small slice of chair to Jake’s lap was your answer to him, and when you leaned against him he smiled. Jake’s hands reached down to encircle your hips. 

“You really are such a good bee,” he said, massaging your hips. 

“I can be even better if you let me,” you replied, your gaze flickering to his plush lips. 

Jake leaned his head against the mesh backing of his swivel chair. Your back was pressed against his chest, and your hands reached behind you to stroke his face. “I’d like to test that theory,” Jake said softly.

You leaned in and kissed him, reveling in the taste of his lips. He followed suit, kissing you enthusiastically. Jake’s hands remained on our hips, but they soon slid to your thighs, squeezing and groping at the soft flesh. Jake swiped his tongue along your bottom lip a few times, and you widened your mouth. His tongue probed past your lips, licking your own tongue.

“So good,” he whispered, briefly breaking the kiss. “You’d never let fuckass Sunghoon do this, right?”

“Jake…”

“Sorry, baby,” Jake said apologetically. “I get territorial. I’m like a wolf.”

“Jake, come on.”

“Awoo,” he said playfully before kissing you again. Your tongues pressed together, swirling around each other. As the kiss deepened, you bit his lower lip before licking the mark. Jake groaned into your mouth.

“Little bee,” he said, pulling away once again. He rested his forehead against yours. “If you’re going to do stuff like that, you’re gonna have to commit to it.”

“I want to commit to it,” you said, leaving wet kisses along his neck. 

Jake groaned and grabbed one of your legs. He brought it over his lap and dragged your hips closer to his crotch. “Now, you’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

“I can be quiet,” you said, resting your hands on his shoulders. 

“Promise? This isn’t a big office,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “It’d be a shame if someone heard us and you got in trouble. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

“No,” you whispered. As you stared at him, Jake started to unbuckle his belt. When he noticed your gaze, he frowned. 

“Come on, bee,” he said, gesturing at your skirt. “Can’t do everything for you, can I?”

You zipped your skirt down in the back and shifted so you could wriggle yourself out of it. Jake gave you an exasperated glance, so you shimmied your panties down to your thighs.

“And?” he asked impatiently.

“And…what?”

Jake sighed. “Take your tits out, come on.”

The phrase was so vulgar it shocked you, but somehow it was sexy when uttered from Jake’s mouth. The contrast between his disgusting mind and his boyish good looks thrilled you, so you did as he asked. You un-buttoned your shirt down and tugged your bra straps down, revealing your chest. 

Immediately, Jake groped your tits, sighing in pleasure. “Feeling up a pretty girl’s tits early in the morning,” he said, almost reverently. “This is amazing.”

The sensation cause you to moan, and Jake immediately sent you a harsh look. He squeezed one of your breasts, and you suppressed a gasp. “I told you to be quiet, little bee,” he whispered. “You said you could do it.”

“I can,” you murmured. 

“Then show me you can,” Jake replied, still fondling your breasts. He pinched your nipples, squeezed your tits, pushed them together then apart. After a while, he took one of your hands and placed it on his crotch. 

First, you rubbed his hard-on through his slacks, and he bit his lip to avoid moaning. Then you unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. You were surprised by its girth, as well as the fact that he was already leaking precum. Spitting into your hand, you gathered up some of that precum and used it to stroke his shaft. Jake shuddered and gritted his teeth together. 

“Nice and slow,” he said, his breathing already labored. “Slowly, baby.”

You heeded his order and stroked his cock while he played with your breasts. He hadn’t tired of them; on the contrary, he was transfixed by them. Jake leaned forward and bit one of your breasts hard, sucking at the spot immediately after. “Look at this and think of me,” he whispered before leaving another hickey on your other breast. 

Jake suddenly seemed to remember that he didn’t have much time with you. He took his mouth off of your breast and swatted your hands from his cock. Then he covered your lips with his hand and slowly, painstakingly, guided his cockhead into your dripping, wet pussy. 

You were glad you were being muffled by his hand, because you would not have been able to contain your shivering moans. He shallowly fucked into you, allowing you to get used to his length. When he felt that you were ready, he lifted his hips upwards and slid inside of you completely, letting out a heavy breath.

“Now bounce on it,” Jake whispered into your ear. One hand freely groped your breast, the other was clamped onto your hip. You guessed that he trusted you not to moan now. 

You had never ridden dick before, but you had a general idea of how to do it. You lifted yourself up and down, your pussy enveloping his shaft. The feeling was incredible, and you bit his hand as you worked yourself on his cock. As you did, the swivel chair squeaked due to the movement.

Jake shunted his hips upwards, matching your movements. His hand moved down to your waist, gripping it tightly. “Faster,” he hissed. “Faster, baby.”

Now that you had gotten used to him, you bounced on him faster. Your ass slapped against his strong, muscular thighs, and you knew that there was no way you were being conspicuous. Your pussy made smacking noises as you rode him, and the swivel chair squeaked like it was going to break.

Still, Jake urged you on. “Come on, come on, fucking put that slutty pussy to work,” he said, taking your tits into his mouth. Both of his hands were gripping your hips, pushing him onto his length. “Keep going. Don’t you dare…stop.”

You were reaching your limit, exhaustion seeping into your limbs. Jake lightly pinched your side, and you gasped. “I told you to keep going, baby.”

So you kept going. You swore you could feel him in your womb, that was how far he was pushing you. “Pussy’s gonna be shaped like this dick,” Jake hissed, leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest. “My masterpiece.”

Warmth filled you, all the way to your core, and you knew you were about to burst. “Cover my mouth,” you whispered and Jake immediately placed his hand over your mouth, rutting into you even faster.

“Gonna cum,” Jake grunted, his thrusts growing slower and sloppier. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy up.” With a growl that didn’t dare leave his throat, he fucked his cum into you, his hand still gripping your hip. Slowly, painstakingly, he pulled out of you, and you could see his cum dripping out of you.

He kissed your forehead and uncovered your mouth. “That was so good,” you whispered.

“It’ll be better next time,” Jake said slyly. 

“Oh, yeah?” You started to put your clothes back on, tugging your bra down and buttoning your shirt again. “What makes you so sure?”

Jake leaned into your ear again. “Next time, I’ll get to hear you scream my name.”

You pulled away from him, your eyes widening. 

Jake smiled at you. “Just kidding.”

[bandgie]

The Move-In | Ep. 1

MASTERLIST | KINK: THROATFUCKING

🗝 Cheap rent seems great until you're discovering bugs, dirty water, and learning about the strange disappearances that seem to take place at the apartments. Whatever, at least you have the bed to break into it.

5.1k words

warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, PIV, no protection, creampie, facefucking/throatfucking, tit play, cum play, cum swapping, 3some, 'daddy' use, slight asphyxiation, reader called bitch a few times, kinda long sowwy

notes! so yayyy this is the first fic of the halloween event! there's gonna be world-building and info dumping in this ep, so it's gonna be a little long. thank you <3

Why the owners decided to paint it pink is a mystery. The color doesn’t match the surroundings in the slightest. Flowers and grass seem to brown and the air has a permanent chill that makes you snuggle into your sweater. But the sky, which you’re so used to seeing bright and blue, is a depressing gray.

As the car pulls into the driveway, you can see the paint chipping. Your nose scrunches as though you’ve smelled something foul. “This house is…old.”

“It’s not a house.” Chan puts the car in park. “They’re apartments. But yeah, the owner said it’s almost 200 years old.”

Changbin squirms in the passenger seat. You can see his eyes darting from the house to the dead plants from the review window. “Fuck. There’s gotta be ghosts in there.”

Despite the goosebumps you get from the thought, you laugh. “Maybe they were keeping the house warm for us.”

Chan snickers at Changbin’s cries. He kills the engine and unlocks the doors while Changbin’s worries die in the wind. You’re still giggling when you get out, hoping the uneasiness will wither away soon. But as you stand before the apartments, small and cold, you feel…powerless.

Almost like something much larger lurks between the floorboards.

You didn’t even hear Chan’s footsteps. The crunch of the dead leaves goes unheard before he finally says, “Creepy as shit, huh?”

He laughs when you jump. The dimples on his cheeks deepen, “Are you really that freaked out?”

Lying isn’t even possible. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest and your cheeks heat up from the burst of adrenaline Chan caused you. “Living in an apartment that looks like it’ll collapse any second on a haunted hill? I think that would scare anyone.”

“You really believe that haunted bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Those people really did go missing. No bodies, no signs of force, nothing. Just, poof, into thin air. Like they never existed.”

“Yah! Stop it!” Changbin covers his ears. He still hasn’t left the car’s side. “I don’t wanna hear it again!”

You turn and give him an apologetic look, “Sorry.” But Chan is already groaning. “You told him?”

“I didn’t think he’d get that scared.” You put your hands up in defense, but truthfully, you knew. Seeing Changbin’s wide eyes and fearful babbling would make Chan’s reprimands worth it.

“Changbin is scared of everything! He didn’t wanna move here after seeing the pictures. Just the pictures.” Despite his huffing, Chan can’t hide his grin. “You know he’s gonna want to sleep in your bed tonight, right?”

You raise an eyebrow. Living with two men who happen to be your best friends, that’s more than a common occurrence. “Someone sounds jealous.”

Chan pokes his tongue through his cheek, a gesture he does when he’s flustered and excited. He shrugs, “No comment.”

The sound of a running engine makes you two turn. Changbin jumps and hurries to your side, clutching onto your arm as if you have half the muscles he does. You three spot the trucking climbing the driveway within seconds.

“The movers are here.” Chan takes a few steps forward. “Bin, let's help them unload, yeah?”

He groans. Changbin lays his head on your shoulder and looks up at you prettily, batting his eyelashes. “You gonna be okay without me?”

You giggle. “I should be asking you that. Go get to work big boy. I’ll explore the house.”

“The apartment.”

“The apartment.” You repeat, glancing at Chan to roll your eyes. “Same shit. Have fun.”

They say a small ‘you too’ and walk to the now parked truck, backs turned. You spin on your heel, giving a long look to The Pink Palace in front. The house looms over as if daring you to enter alone. The best response you can come up with is to squint, turn your chin up, and think, I’m not scared.

But goosebumps arise when the floorboards creak and the door hinges squeak with laughter. You remind yourself more than once that living here will save your wallet. Looking for a job straight out of college is nearly impossible. You were lucky enough to live with Chan and Changbin, but they were struggling themselves as upcoming music producers.

It seemed like a no-brainer to move out of the city and get someplace cheap. When Chan found the perfect place, you heard alarms go off hearing the low price.

And of course, you had to do some of your own research.

Five men in the span of 50 years were reported missing while living here. Not just runaways or kidnapped, but gone. All their belongings were left, no footsteps or doors were found unlocked, and the owner coincidently decided to close off the top and bottom levels of the apartments.

Exactly where the missing people once lived.

Maybe they were still there. Still here. Their bodies becoming nothing more than skin-on-bones for the mice to feast upon.

Or what if they escaped, but lived in the walls? Old and wrinkled men who could never be a part of civilization again. What if you woke up in the middle of the night and looked through the crack of your closet to see-

Stop. Stopstopstop. You’re freaking yourself out. You can’t even focus on the obnoxiously large rooms and spiraling staircase with your thoughts turning horrid. It’d be better to do something productive while your roommates and the movers unload.

You pull your phone out and open the notes app, quickly creating an empty note and titling it ‘Windows and Doors.’

-

“Okay, so there’s a total of 21 windows in this apartment alone. Isn’t that insane?”

Chan hums, nodding mindlessly while helping Changbin move the fridge inside. Changbin doesn’t even respond. His focus is on making sure his clammy hands don't let the appliance slip.

“I mean they look cool. But damn, someone could be peeking in at any time. We need to buy curtains.”

The veins on your friend’s neck look like they might burst. Chan lets out a drawled moan when the refrigerator gently sets on the floor. He huffs and groans, turning up to the ceiling in an attempt to catch his breath. Changbin doesn’t look any better. He leans on the fridge and pants.

“My arms are dead.”

“Oh shit. Did you guys need help?” It dawns on you that yapping is the last thing they want to hear. The sun is nearly down now and despite the boxers being scattered, at least everything is inside the apartment.

Changbin shakes his head. “No, this is the last of it. We don’t want your pretty hands getting dirty.”

You roll your eyes, a small grin on your lips. “Whatever. I’ll help unpack tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” Chan dusts his hands on his pants. “But uh, 20 windows?”

“Twenty-one. And 14 doors. There’s a tiny one in the living room, but it doesn’t open. So technically it’s 13.” You recall the crawl space covered by wallpaper. It was barely big enough for you to fit in, but it piqued your interest anyway. “It needs a key.”

Chan nods, but the distant look in his eyes tells you he isn’t listening. Instead, he looks around aimlessly. “I could have sworn I put my water bottle somewhere.”

“Ah,” Changbin snaps his fingers. “I put it in the cupboards. Hang on.” He walks to the center of the kitchen, pulling the cabinets and frames open until he finds what he needs. But when his head cocks to the side and his lips purse, you think it’s something else.

“Yah, didn’t you say you needed a key or something?” 

He tosses a long, black object in the air for you to catch, which you surprisingly do. Changbin keeps rummages for the water bottle as you inspect the key.

It’s heavier than you expected, pure metal you think. The handle, though, is what catches your attention most. A black button acts as the bow, four dots in the shape of a diamond.

“Thanks, man.” Chan’s voice brings you to attention. He nods to you, “Is that the key you were talking about?”

You watch as he downs the drink. Chan’s throat bobs with each gulp, sweat dripping down his neck that disappears under the black material of his shirt. He hands the bottle to Changbin who does the same thing, the only difference being that droplets miss his mouth and a pink tongue swipes the water from his wet lips.

When was the last time you three boned?

“Y-yeah. I think so, I mean. Only one way to find out.”

The men follow you to the living room, lunging over boxers and planning how to set up the room while you ignore the painting of the sad boy and his fallen ice cream above the fireplace. The artwork doesn’t sit right with you.

When you bend down to get leveled with the blocked door, Changbin whistles. “Nice ass.”

Your face heats up and Chan laughs at your playful scowl. Changbin’s lips are turned upside down and as endearing as he looks, you’re the one to sour his mood.

“When I open this door, I hope the monster on the other side eats you first.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh when his gleeful expression turns worried. His anxious rambling only increases when you shove the key through the wallpaper. You turn it until you hear a certain click. Prying it open is easy enough, but you’re disappointed to see brownish-red filling your vision.

“Bricks? That’s it?”

Changbin visibly sighs in relief. He looks at Chan who seems somewhat disappointed. Still, it’s nothing compared to you who was exploring the house for what seemed like hours.

“They probably boarded it up once they sectioned off the house. It must have led to the lower level.” Chan reasons. “It’s better this way. There might be mice down there or something.”

Changbin swears. “Now you guys are fucking with me on purpose. How do you want me to sleep in a place that’s haunted and has mice?”

You fully expect Chan to laugh or shrug him off, but he groans with annoyance. “Shit. I totally forgot about the bed frames. We’re gonna have to sleep on mattresses before we can set them up.”

His irritation rolls off in waves. You can only imagine how he feels, taking the responsibility to find a place to live, and when he does, all his roommates do is complain. Then, driving to the outskirts of a dull town and unloading for hours only to sleep on the floor.

You stand, looping your arm around his waist and Changbin’s. “It’s okay! We can have a sleepover tonight. Let’s stress about it in the morning.”

Chan gives you an appreciative smile, wrapping his arm around your torso just like Changbin is doing now. They always feel like they complete you. Their warmth, their hands, their tender gaze - it’s all a part of you now.

You pull from their grip when their hands start roaming and run down the hall for the stairs. You take your shirt off in haste to leave it on the bottom step. “Race ‘ya to the room!”

-

Maybe it would have been better if you knew what room you were going to, but the one furthest down the hall called to you. You could hear the boys ruffling downstairs, thuds and bumps told you they were not far behind.

And when you found the room, a built-in closet on the left and a window seat in the center, you mentally called dibs. A bare mattress was in the middle and you unclasped the last article of clothing to toss it on the floor.

There was barely enough time to lay on the bed when they burst through the door. Changbin came into view first, his pupils blown and lips wet like he was drooling the entire time he ran.

“Ha! I won!”

“He cheated!” Chan points an accusatory finger at his rival. “He pushed me into the wall!”

Their banter should make you laugh, but you’re distracted to see them completely naked. They must have copied you and thrown their clothes around the house during the chase. Changbin’s pecs are full and flushed, his tummy soft and expanding with each heavy inhale and playful shout. Chan’s ears are tinted with pink to match his broad chest. Deep lines etch into his stomach with every laugh and exhale.

But their cocks, one thicker and the other longer, both dribble at the tip.

Just the sight of them makes your cunt clench. You unashamedly widen your legs and use a thumb to slide against your folds. “Well…I didn’t say anything about not cheating.” The men stop their bickering when they catch you. All attention zooms in on how your digit flicks your clit, dipping lower to gather the leaks of arousal to smear across.

“So I guess we have a winner.”

Changbin nearly trips over his own feet getting to you. The eagerness in his eyes and the swelling of his cock, they’re all proof that it has been a long time since you three played.

Rather than diving into your pussy like he normally would, Changbin nearly touches his nose with yours. His eyes bat innocently, gleam hopefully, and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. Ah. You know what he’s asking for.

“You can be rough, baby. I won’t break.”

The real wonder is what he’ll be rough with. Changbin is all too excited when climbs onto the mattress and beckons Chan over. You feel sturdy fingers dig into your side, and although you have no idea what Changbin wants to play with, Chan seems to know.

He holds you while Changbin rests his back against the wall, his toes wiggling with anticipation. You can already see his cock leaking and pooling pre-cum on his pubes. Salvia gathers in your mouth and you swallow thickly.

You hope it’s what you’re thinking.

Chan doesn’t have to move you too much to get your mouth hovering over Changbin’s cock. You’re already aching to feel it in your throat that he doesn’t have to push you down. The only thing he has to do is bunch your hair into his fist to make sure no strands get in your way. 

A pretty vein runs along the side of Changbin’s cock that you follow with your tongue. You follow it to his tip, gently wrapping around it with your soft lips and hollowing your cheeks to suck. You can taste the sweat from earlier in the day when you swirl your tongue. His natural musk makes your mouth salivate more as if you aren’t already slobbering.

You’re used to him giving you time to adjust. The thickness always makes the sides of your mouth stretch. Though it feels almost uncomfortable, you can’t help but like the drool that leaks from your mouth every time you widen your jaw.

Another inch makes its way past your lips before Chan’s hand in your hair tightens and shoves you down.

Changbin’s tip presses against your throat, the salty taste much more prominent. His hair touches your nose and before you even think about how it tickles, Chan pulls you up just before it slips out to bring you back down again.

“Ohhh. Like that! Just like that. Binnie likes it.” He sounds adorable. Like you aren’t getting your throat fucked with someone else controlling the pace.

Chan doesn’t ease up at all. Maybe it’s Changbin’s moans and babbling praises that egg him on, but the pressure on your scalp turns into pleasure. The yanks and tugs go straight to your core. Chan must be able to see how your cunt starts to drool, but he doesn’t say a peep.

You have to lay your tongue flat on your bottom teeth so they don't accidentally graze Changbin. You’re trying your best to keep your jaw loose while managing to suck, but the need for air burns your chest.

“Harder. Suck me harder, baby.”

But you can’t. You’re trying to ignore the way your head fuzzies from lack of oxygen and darkness surrounds your sight, but you can only manage for so long. Your nails dig into Changbin’s thighs painfully instead.

He nods quickly. “Up.”

Chan pulls you from his cock fully. A string of saliva keeps you connected, but your coughs and gasps break it easily. Tears blur your vision and a few slip out, but Changbin is already wiping them.

“Too much?” Chan sounds cold. “We just started.”

“I just,” you blink rapidly. “I just need a second.”

But Changbin doesn’t nod understandingly. He doesn’t even give you a sympathetic pout like he always does. He looks to Chan who gently guides you back down, using his free hand to arch your back and raise your hips in the air.

You’ve taken enough breaths. Changbin slips his thumb between your mouth and pulls your jaw open. You obey immediately, sucking on his digit so Chan can get on his knees and find his place behind you.

“You won’t break.” His fingers lead you to his cock again and Chan makes sure to keep a good grip on your hair. “Binnie will be careful, hm? Just open your mouth for me.”

How can you not when the sight of Changbin’s twitching cock is right in front of you? How could you possibly attempt to be quiet when Chan teases his cock between your folds. The head slides from your hole to your clit. The shape of his tip makes you twitch every time it rubs over your nerves. 

“God, you’re so wet.” Chan’s eyes lock on your cunt and the pucker of your ass. “Nasty bitch, huh? Getting all wet from choking on dick.”

And you’re about to gush again when Changbin slides his cock between your lips. Now it’s him who keeps your hair from your face while Chan bobs your head. With how quickly he makes you swallow Changbin, he doesn’t need to rock his hips for friction. Your ass bounces back every time your head comes up only to slide back down.

Changbin whines. He can’t help but buck his hips until you gag. “S-see? You can do it. Making Binnie feel so good.”

You remember to suck this time. Chan slows your head so he can line up his cock, grabbing the shaft and pushing through.

He’s usually good at multitasking, but slipping into your walls for the first time in a while has him stopping your head altogether. Chan moans, pulling out slightly before going in a few more inches. The stretch makes your eyes unfocus and your tongue goes slack from the pressure.

“Fuuuck.” His groans send shivers down your skin and Changbin’s thighs. “I missed this pussy.”

They move harmoniously opposite. One goes in while the other goes out, forcing you to be full in either hole. Rocking forward makes you gag on Changbin’s cock while rocking back makes you clench around Chan’s. You think they might start fighting over who you should squeeze more and how you should bounce between the two, but they quickly find a resolution. 

“Ah! Fuck her harder, Channie! I’mma cum if she keeps sucking me like this.”

He replies with a grunt. Chan’s fingers leave your bruised ass to rest on either side of Changbin’s legs. He leans over you, forcing your ass even higher with his tip pressing into your cervix.

You squeal with a mouth full of cock.

“Yes! Perfect! Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her…”

“If I fuck her any harder, I’ll cum.” But Chan pounds his hips roughly anyway. Now there truly is no escape from them. Your nose is digging into Changbin’s tummy and Chan is mounting you like an animal.

It feels like they’ll never let you leave.

Had Changbin’s cock been longer, you would be needing air every few seconds. You’re more than thankful for his short cock now so that the only thing you worry about is how much drool you feel leaking off your chin and how sore the corners of your lips will be after.

Still, being stretched is a small price to pay to be filled.

The sounds of sex echo in the empty room. Your pussy gushes every time Chan thrusts and your gargle each time Changbin manages to lift your head.

Not that he can anymore. He’s perfectly content with your convulsing throat and harsh sucks. His thick fingers keep your hair pulled back so he can see how pretty your tears look. But when you look up at him with your waterline red and wet, his eyes roll back.

“Oh my god. Keep looking at me. Fuck yes! ‘m so sorry baby. You look so pretty crying and Channie’s fucking you so good and-” His eyes cross. His cock pulses once, twice in your mouth before it spurts.

It’s like your entire body glitches. There’s no escaping how his cum shoots down your throat and you wetly cough. Your hands squeeze his thighs in silent pleas, but Changbin’s eyes are closed and his head throws back. His hips slightly thrust to ride out his high.

Chan is the one who gives you freedom. He quickly straightens himself and yanks you by the hair upwards. It's not strings of spit that keep you bound to Changbin like before, but cum. Even with your sobs and moans, the threads refuse to break. The ones that surprisingly do slap onto your breasts messily.

On your knees with Chan, you lean your head back on his shoulder. He still has a fistful of your hair, but he uses the grip on your waist to keep fucking into you.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. You laugh weakly because you know he must be lying. Your lips are fat and bruised, soaked in white arousal with tears streaming down your face. Yet, Chan leans to plant a kiss anyway.

It’s just as nasty as you’d expect. It’s teeth. It’s tongue. It’s spit. You have no choice but to share Changbin’s cum when he shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss makes you lose your breath, but it doesn’t feel suffocating. Chan trails his hand from your hip to your clit and you whimper in his mouth.

“Aww,” Changbin pouts somewhere in the distance. “Binnie wants some too.”

You reach around Chan to grab onto his ass. The softness and firmness makes it the perfect leverage for you to hold onto while he drives in.

Changbin crawls on his knees. The mattress dips and though you can’t see, you assume he’s waiting for Chan to pass your lips to him. But you’re proven wrong when you feel a mouth latch onto your nipple. The heat of his tongue makes your clit jolt in Chan’s fingers, and Chan doesn’t stop you from looking down at your chest.

His curls are out of control. Changbin’s hair shines in the moonlight beautifully. His head dips lower so he can swipe his dripping cum into his mouth, moving it to your peaked breasts so he can play with it there. 

With your most sensitive parts being touched, it’s hard not to feel warmth pooling in your belly. Your chest burns with pleasure. The scratchy moans and mewls that leave your lips tell the men that you’re close.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Keep squeezing my dick like that.” Chan leans back just enough to thrust deeper. Your breasts jiggle in Changbin’s mouth, but he manages to keep his pretty lips wrapped around your nipple. “I’ll cum in your pussy, just how you want it.”

You know he won’t last much longer, but neither will you. Chan has been fucking you earnestly for what feels like forever. You imagine his cum would keep you full for days with how long he’s been holding out.

Changbin’s teeth tug on your bud harshly. The dull pain sparks into pleasure and you whine. “Ngh! I want it, I want it. Fuck. Don’t stop. Daddy, please don’t stop.”

You feel Changbin giggling with your nipple in his mouth, but you can hardly pay a mind to it. Chan’s chest vibrating with a snarl brings your orgasm much closer. It almost hurts with how his thighs smack your ass, but he rubs your clit just right until you’re seeing stars. 

And when he cums with you, your stomach feels on fire. Chan’s cock throbs as your walls milk him. The mixture of arousals makes your cunt flood before dripping out and down his length. 

Though your legs are tired, you don’t want to move from his warmth just yet. The fluttering of your cunt should tell Chan that, but he pulls out anyway to pass you to the impatient man in front.

Changbin is like a pillow when you grasp onto him. He’s warm and sticky on your skin. You try to nuzzle into his chest but Changbin seems to have other plans. He lays you on your back and props your knees up so they can watch Chan’s cum ooze with your thighs apart.

The release drips out seconds later. The pearly white compliments your skin almost elegantly and you watch how they gape as though you’re the finest painting in the world.

“Got all that cum in you just like you wanted.” “Fuck yeah you did.” “What do you say, baby?” “What do you saaayy?”

You gleam with bashfulness. Even with your puffy clit and gaping pussy on display, your friends manage to make you burn with embarrassment.

“Thank you, daddy.” You don’t have to specify which one. They are more than happy to share the role, one being stricter while the other is only somewhat gentler and then switching. It seems they especially like this encounter, noting the dimples on Chan’s cheeks and Changbin’s cooing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Bin made a mess on your tits.” Chan stands to go searching for a rag, but Changbin nuzzles between your thighs. You lay your legs on his broad shoulders.

“With a shirt?” Changbin looks at you with wide eyes. “Wouldn’t you want my mouth instead?”

You would. You would do anything for his kisses, but your cunt is so sore and sensitive that you’re not sure if you would be able to feel it. “It hurts, Binnie.”

“I can kiss it better.” But Chan is already pulling him by the ear. Changbin howls in mock pain and flops against your hip instead.

“Yah! That wasn’t very nice, Daddy!” 

Chan shakes his head, but you two can see him blush. “We have a lot to unpack tomorrow. We should get some rest so we can wake up bright and early. Come on.” He tosses a random shirt to Changbin who catches it with grumbles. He gently places the cloth between your legs and wipes, trying his best to ignore how your hips buck and throat whines from sensitivity.

It’s not the best clean-up, but it’s good enough. Chan and Changbin squeeze you between them and yawn. You blink at Changbin who’s already grinning looking at you as though he’s the happiest boy alive.

“You guys think we scared the ghost with all that noise?”

Chan barks with laughter, his chest bumping your back. Changbin loses his smile and gets up to wiggle between you and Chan. “Move! I’m sleeping in the middle!”

You let him push you out of the way so he can snuggle in the center. Chan groans but wraps his arms around Changbin anyway, looking at you with annoyance and fondness.

“I hope the ghosts come after you tonight.”

-

It feels like a hangover when you wake up. Your eyes take forever to adjust in the dark room, the only light being the moon. 

Chan and Changbin are still holding each other, chest to back with their arms reaching towards you like you were the tiniest spoon. They look so endearing like this, eyes shut with snores you’re sure are the reason you woke up in the first place. You gently brush their curls from their face, faintly smiling when your head pounds again.

Water. You need water. 

The three of you are usually good with replenishing each other after an intense scene, but everyone was beyond tired from the move. So it’s you who has to stand, put on a shirt you hope isn’t the stained one, and wobble to the kitchen for a glass.

You try not to think about how scary the empty house is. How the stairs creak underneath with each step or how your own shadow frightens you. But the worst are the chills crawling up your spine. That sense that no matter how fast you walk or how concealed you are in the dark…

Something’s there. 

Quietly, you flick on the kitchen lights. You have to rummage through the moving boxes and newspaper-wrapped dishes to find a cup. 

Get water. Run upstairs. Go to sleep. You think that repeating those three steps will help lessen the fear in your bones, but a squeak from behind makes you yelp anyway.

So you were being watched.

By mice.

Fuck.

It scurries away before you have a chance to get anything more than a glimpse. All you have to follow is a white tail slithering its way to the living room. If you can find where it lives, you and the guys will have a solid chance at exterminating them right from the source.

But when it heads for the little door you opened hours ago, you curse out loud.

“Shit!”

It's your fault. You let your foolish curiosity get the better of you and now all the little tricks you played on Changbin are biting you in the ass. You feel angry and hopeless when the mouse slips through the little crevice and disappears.

The only thing you can do is prepare yourself. You kneel on the hard floor and reach a hand through the crack.

But when you open it up, it’s not mice you’re greeted with. A gust of wind dances on your face, causing your hair to flow back. The air makes you blink furiously and recoil, but you can make out the purple and blue tunnel that lengthens the more you open the door. 

To say you’re shocked would be an understatement. The bricks that once blocked the pathway have transformed into a hypnotizing passage that you can’t help but be in awe of from the sight alone.

Logically, you should be horrified. It doesn’t make sense for any of this to happen. This has to be a dream from how numb your body has gone. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth and your legs feel as though they’re jelly. Even then, you have the stupid courage to make them crawl forward.

Something tells you that you won’t be waking up anytime soon.

[fanfictionstuff]

Can you do a Hanahaki disease with Ego Jinpachi? Maybe the reader has the disease? But with a happy ending because I don't want to cry lmao

Ego Jinpachi x Reader

Okay, so I know people have strong opinions about Ego, I gotta say, I find him attractive

I guess kind of OOC

TW: death? But not really because it's a happy ending

The first petal was confusing: an odd tickle in your throat leading to a horrible coughing fit. “_____, go drink some water,” Jinpachi had casually said, eyes locked on the screens. You pulled your hand away from your mouth and glanced down to see what had caused the odd tickle. A white and pink petal. You stared at it, trying to wrap your head around it. Why would a petal be in your throat? Have you eaten something with real flowers?

The next ones came when you offered Jinpachi something to eat, something you had cooked. He didn't even face you when he told you he didn't want it, but you still left it on the desk. Anri can just get rid of it if he doesn't eat it. As you stepped out of the room, another tickle in your throat, this time three petals. Same color as the first. It's what confirmed it. Then, as if the flowers themselves weren't bad enough, you used an app to identify them. Striped carnations- their meaning is rejection. Fitting.

The following few times, Anri was nearby, too, her big brown eyes full of concern as she questioned if you were sick. You coughed the petals into your hands and stuffed them into your jacket pocket. "No, just a tickle in my throat." You shrugged.

Of course, she was also nearby when it worsened; this time, a whole flower came up covered in disgusting saliva. As you stared down at the flower in your hand, Anri didn't freeze in panic; she didn't stare at you, trying to figure out what to do. No. She grabbed your wrist, nearly dragging you out of the Blue Lock building. You tried to argue. She didn't care. "This isn't just a tickle in your throat _____! You can die from this."

"______, what are your thoughts?" Ego asks without facing you. You remain silent, causing him to feel a hint of irritation. He swivels his chair around to face you, ready to ask again, but you're not there. He checks the time and notices it's not lunchtime yet. You never leave unless your shift is over or it's time for lunch. A few moments later, Anri enters the room. "Where is _____?" He asks. "At the hospital," Anri replies.

"She's in the hospital because of a cough?" He had heard how much you've been coughing lately, but he didn't think it was serious enough for hospitalization.

Slowly, Anri shakes her head. "No, it's worse than a cough. Maybe you should go see her."

It can't be that bad; you haven't said a word to him about it. "I'm busy at the moment, maybe later." He shrugs, turning back to focus on his diamonds in the rough.

“It’s Hanahaki disease.”

---------------------------

You are taken aback when Ego enters the hospital room. "What are you doing here? You should be concentrating on Blue Lock," you say casually, trying to make light of the situation. The doctor had insisted that you stay in the hospital for observation. "It's only a cough; I don't want you to waste your time." His eyes drift to the bed, where multiple flowers and petals are. "Hanahaki disease is not just a cough," Ego frowns at you.

Just as you are about to reply, there is a knock on the door. The sound interrupts you and catches your attention. "Miss ____," a doctor says as he enters the room, holding a chart in his hand. His gaze falls upon Ego, and he hesitates before asking, "Should I come back at another time?"

"No, it's fine. What is it?"

"As you are aware, there is only one choice. I am here to review the specifics with you. First and foremost, we must go over the potential consequences of the surgery. It is important to note that you will lose all memories of your current love interest; there is a small chance you may never experience romantic love again. However, this occurrence is extremely uncommon; most patients have no issues after the procedure."

You state bluntly, "I don't care what the statistics say. I am not going to have the surgery."

The doctor moves past Ego and stands at your bedside, gently touching your shoulder. In a calm voice, he tells you, "____, without the surgery, you won't survive."

"I'm aware. It's fine."

Ego shakes his head and moves to the other side of your bed. "Don't be ridiculous. Have the surgery; you'll recover at the Blue Lock facility. Don't concern yourself with work-"

"Jinpachi, I don't want the surgery because I don't want to forget him."  

The doctor interrupts, "It's a common response. Your love for him is so intense that it's physically harming you. If he doesn't reciprocate your feelings and you forego the operation, you won't survive. But after the surgery, you'll be fine. You won't even remember him; his memory will be completely erased."

Your voice takes on a sharp tone, filled with annoyance. "I can't just erase him from my life. It's not some fleeting crush that I can simply move past. I'd rather die." You turn your back to the doctor and Ego, keeping your gaze away from both of them. "You just don't understand."

Letting out a heavy breath, the doctor nods in understanding. "Take some time to consider it," he says before quickly glancing at Ego with a pleading look, silently urging him to try and convince you to change your mind.

As soon as the door shuts, Ego plops down on your bed and gives you a frustrated glare. "Don't be difficult. I need you in the Blue Lock program." You remain silent, refusing to look at him.

"You can't be replaced if you die."

"As your employee?"

"As my friend. You've been my closest friend for the last twenty-five years."

You give a slight nod. "I can't have the surgery because of that very reason. My life has been intertwined with yours for as long as I can remember. Without you, I don't know what I would do. What would I do when I wake up after surgery? There would be nothing left for me; everything would be wiped away." From your high school days, your life was centered around Jinpachi, choosing what university you should attend and what degree to pursue in order to support him as best as possible. There will be nothing left for you in this life if you have the surgery. "Death is a kinder option."

You lean back on the bed, giving the genius a moment to process your words. "I'm the reason you have this disease?"

A sudden fit of coughing overtakes you, leaving you unable to answer verbally. Instead, you can only manage a meek nod of your head as you try to spit out the flowers that have lodged in your throat. Your chest heaves, and your eyes water as you struggle to catch your breath, surrounded by the flowers. The coughing subsides, and you are left gasping for air.

Ego watches you with a mix of concern and frustration; his brows furrowed deeply as he processes everything you've just revealed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

After wiping your mouth, you pick up a flower and show it to him. It's a white and red striped carnation. "This flower represents rejection."

Ego gazes at you for a brief moment, his expression devoid of emotion, before he lets out a deep sigh and rises from his seat. You wonder if he plans to walk away, leaving you to deal with your problems while he tends to his important work. But to your surprise, he stays put and instead shoots you an irritated look as he grabs the bag that Anri has brought for you, containing a fresh set of clothing. "We're heading back. Let's go." As he speaks, he carelessly throws your belongings into the bag without much thought or care.

"I don't think the doctor is going to let me out without surgery."

With a heavy thud, he drops the bag at the foot of your bed and climbs over you in one swift movement. His long limbs form a cage around you, trapping you beneath him. His intense gaze locks onto yours, daring you to speak against his actions. But before you can utter a word, his mouth descends upon yours, silencing any protest. "Instead of doing something as reckless as this again, talk to me first," he murmurs between kisses. His lips move feverishly against yours as he scolds you for your near-death experience. "You would've died if Anri hadn't told me." He pulls away to look at you with concern before claiming your lips once more. "The flowers will shrink in size before they disappear." He speaks sternly. You gently push him off, feeling another coughing fit coming on. "Now let's go. The boys have important training to complete."

You remove the flower from your mouth and toss it at his head, but he catches it effortlessly.

A gentle knock echoes through the room, but before you can respond, the door swings open to reveal a woman around your age. She stands in the doorway with confidence, holding a clipboard in her hands. She gives you a warm smile. "Hello, I'm Mika, a therapist specializing in cases like yours," she introduces herself. "I understand how difficult this process can be, and I'm here to guide you through it and help you process any emotions or concerns you may have before the surgery."

"She's not getting the surgery. I'm taking her home."

"I understand your desire to respect her wishes, but death by Hanahaki is an excruciating experience," she maintains a professional tone, but inside she's confused from what the doctor had told her, she was expecting the man in the patient's room to advocate for the surgery. Her composure begins to slip as she starts to feel anxious.

Ego tilts his head in irritation. "She's not going to die. Call a nurse in so I can discharge her from the hospital."

As you leave the hospital, a car is waiting for both of you outside. The therapist hands you some documents about Hanahaki's disease and advises you to return to the hospital if the symptoms worsen. Ego throws your bag into the backseat of the sleek black car and takes the papers from your hand. "Ego-san, where would you like to go?" The driver questions.

"The Blue Lock facility." After answering the driver, Ego hits the button to raise the divider between the two of you and the driver.

As soon as you have some privacy, he turns to face you. "You know that besides soccer, you are the only thing that matters to me. When did it appear?"

"A few months ago."

"So, you were not going to tell me and just die?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you to feel guilty for not returning my feelings. So, I didn't want to tell you. If I had the surgery, you would've known it was because of you. If I had just died, you would never know who it was."

"_____, I love you. Why did you think I've made sure to keep you by my side? Since graduating high school, I've made sure you'll stay by my side." His confession is blunt and to the point.

"More than soccer?"

"Don't push it," he warns, his voice low and intense.

He bends down to kiss you once more, his lips pressing firmly and insistent against yours. His warm tongue slides teasingly along your lower lip, silently pleading for entry. Your heart races with anticipation as you let him in and melt into the passionate kiss.

Breaking away from the kiss, Jinpachi rests his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours. "Maybe a bit more than soccer."

[moutainrusing]

summer

680 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

Summer, sunshine, surfing.

Boards in hand, Marlene, James and Peter sprinted towards the sea, before paddling into the ocean, saltwater shining across their skin.

“My wave,” Marlene gestured smugly at an oncoming wave.

“Fuck you, I wanted that,” James pouted, moping as he gave Marlene the right of way. Peter shook his head fondly, idly lying on his board as it bobbed up and down.

Marlene laughed, paddling towards the wave, leaping to her feet as it propelled her forward, carving a path through the water.

“Jump, jump, jump!” James was cheering.

“Twist!” Peter yelled, hands cupped around his mouth.

Marlene grabbed the front of her board, pushing upwards as she turned in the air, landing back onto the wave somewhat gracefully.

“Yeah!” James whooped.

Marlene fell. “Ah, shit, shit shit.”

“Marlene?” James paddled up to her.

“Are you okay?” Peter followed behind her.

“Yeah, fine, just…” she pointed lamely towards a cave jutting out of the shoreline a couple miles away. “Did you see that?”

“The cave?” James frowned.

“What about it?” Peter asked.

“It was… glowing?” Marlene shrugged helplessly.

Peter eyed her sceptically. “You don’t sound sure about that.”

James just grinned, “Well, we could always explore it anyway. It’s an interesting cave.” With that, he began paddling towards it.

Rolling his eyes, Peter followed. Marlene snorted at them in amusement, before catching another glimmer. Half-way between her and the cave, now.

Silvery purple, speckled shimmers brighter than sunlight in an oval on the water’s surface. Now closer towards her. Now next to her. She skimmed her fingers through it.

When she pulled her hand out, it was covered in plum-coloured smudges, like touching paint that was almost dry, but not quite. It glittered. The oval stretched, swirling around her board to become a circle, a rotating wheel shape. She slid off her board, pushing it towards the coast, before dunking her head underwater.

Where she was blinded. She blinked, lifting her head out, then under, then out, under, trying to get her pupils to adjust. Under; the light was less intense for her now, and she could see again, blue waters mixed with brown sand. If she looked deeper than that, she thought she saw a person. Lifting her head out, she took a huge gulp of air, before plunging as far down as she could go, swimming and swimming until the same blue-purple was shimmering at her, more saturated now. Separated into scales, a fish tail. With a human’s upper body. Marlene kicked back up to the surface, gasping for not only air, but out of sheer shock.

A face emerged beside her, and Marlene blinked rapidly. Blinded. The mermaid?! Mermaid.

Mermaid. The mermaid (mermaid!) had dark skin, cheeks tinted blue-purple; everything about her was blue-purple. True creature of the sea, really. Her hair was dark turquoise seaweed tied in dreadlocks, wine-coloured shells beaded into each braid, her eyes were a deep, dark marine blue, almost black, and her teeth weren’t white, they were faintly lilac.

Marlene could see them very clearly, because the mermaid was grinning at her. “Regulus told me not to talk to you, but while he was rambling about the dangers of humans, I came to tell you that I really loved your surfing. When you fell was my favourite bit.”

Marlene reeled back. “Excuse me?”

“It was very funny,” the mermaid nodded sagely. Her eyes widened, “Shit, Reg’s calling me. I gotta go, but we can talk more later. Just shout ‘Dorcas,’ into the sea, and I’ll be here.” She looked at Marlene expectantly.

“…Will do.”

Dorcas beamed, diving back, glimmer streaking rapidly towards the cave.

Marlene was cluelessly left to her own devices, pondering her sanity. She didn’t know how much time had passed before James was back and shouting, “I met the most beautiful person today! His name’s Regulus, and he kept glaring at me! He was in this pool inside the cave, and he wouldn’t come out, kept telling me to fuck off and muttering about someone called Dorcas—”

Marlene hadn’t imagined it, then. She smiled involuntarily. Dorcas.

[rheareadsss]

Mistake 11

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•••••

“And it was a mistake” he admits

Nesta shook her head “you can’t do this to her, she has been through enough” she argues in a low voice “do you know how much pain she went through while watching you with my sister?” She adds

Nesta could see the fight in his eyes, he was fighting so many emotions, it didn’t pain him like it had pained Gwyn but he was possessive and Nesta knew things could turn ugly so fast.

“Go back in to the house with Elain” Nesta suggests

Azriel growls his response but decides to do as suggested, yeah he wanted nothing more than to rip her away from Balthazar but knew it wasn’t his spot to do so, he instead walks back in to the house.

•

Later that night

Nesta has asked Gwyn to stay back, she has spoken to Elain and things weren’t great with Azriel for them just as she has suspected.

Nesta knew she shouldn’t meddle but she also didn’t want to keep things from Gwyn.

“I need to tell you something important” she said once they were in the library.

“What is it?”

Nesta sighs “Azriel’s side of the bond snapped”

Gwyn stood still in shock “what?”

“His side snapped when you were at Day” Nesta whispers

“Is that why he’s acting strange?”

Nesta nods

“I- I-“

“I know it’s a lot to take in”

“He’s being a jealous freak lately” Gwyn whispers

“Maybe you guys should talk? Set up some ground rules” nesta suggests

“Yes! He has a vendetta against Balthazar lately” Gwyn says

Nesta rolled her eyes “he has asked Cassian to dismiss Balthazar from training”

“What- I need to speak to him, he can’t do that” Gwyn says now annoyed

“It’s the bond, it’s not making him think rationally” Nesta adds

Gwyn sighs and touches the shadow that is always with her.

“I gotta go and think this throughly before facing him tomorrow” she says looking down at her hands

Nesta hugs her and nods

•

Gwyn decided to skip the training the next day, she told Emerie she was staying in, Emerie knew that Gwyn need some time alone as she had seen her friend struggling.

Emerie sent word with Balthazar that she would stay at the house of wind a bit later than usual.

Gwyn curled up in blanket and her favorite reading chair when she heard the knock, she looked out the windows and saw how dark out it was.

Had Emerie forgotten her keys or did she had a late visitor?

She stood up, book on the little table, the blanket still wrapped around her and she went towards the door. She wasn’t ready for the view on the other side of the door.

Her eyes widen as she takes his state in “what happened?” She asks worried and concerned

“Can I came in?” He says looking defeated, worn out

She opened the door wider and quickly shut it after him “let’s get you cleaned up” she said leading him to her bedroom while letting him lean on her, her arm around his waist “are you okay?”

“It’s not my blood” he whispers admitting as he just lets her lead him in to her room

“Oh I know that” she said after walking towards her bathroom and sat him down on the edge of her bathtub “let me” she said after she grabbed a washcloth

Azriel nods, letting her soak that wash cloth and begin cleaning his face and neck

“You should really bathe” she whispers while wiping the blood off of him

“I- I can’t-“

Gwyn took a deep breath and starts undoing his leathers, Azriel didn’t object as she undressed him and placed all those hidden weapons on her bathroom counter. He only stood to let her work on him, he really wasn’t feeling like himself

When he was down to his pants, she motioned for him to go into the now half filled bathtub.

Azriel did what he was told and then when he was in the a bath his pants disappeared, she once again grabbed a washcloth and began washing him and rubbing the dirt and blood off of him. The water fast going shades of red then brown.

“What happened Az?”

“I was in hewn city” he admits

“I kinda figured-“

“I tortured someone more than I should have- I have always done my job and let it be that but today-“ he paused “today I took out my anger on someone- mind you he wasn’t the best and probably deserved it but I have never taken my anger out on someone”

“It made you feel-“

“Like a monster” he finished for her

Gwyn stayed still and then she began massaging those muscles in his shoulder and he let his head hung forward “you’re the only one I thought to came to, the only who would understand”

“We all have bad days, I think we all do things we regret because of the spur of the moment but you have to dig deep, what triggered those feelings?” She asks

“You’re not going to like this”

“Azriel..”

“I can’t control my feelings, seeing you with Balthazar, it doesn’t matter if he’s just your friend, it triggers things” he admits

He leaned his head back, resting it now on her shoulder, her hands now going to his chest, caressing him slowly “I think we shouldn’t be in the same circle” she whispers close to his ear

“You did it, you endured seeing me with Elain for months, I think I deserve this and more”

“This is different, you are married and I was in pain not trying to murder someone”

He turned to look in to her eyes, he can see slight pain in them. Yes the bond is severed on her part but her feelings for him were real, he can now see how his were very real as well.

He might have been in denial at the beginning, wanting to stubbornly stick to the relationship with Elain out of entitlement but he can see it in her eyes, those teal eyes that he has love and cherished since she came in to his life.

He cupped her face, she just stayed frozen and blinked when he got closer, slowly he brought his lips closer to hers.

Gwyn felt something flutter in her chest as their lips met, their kiss was soft and tender, no more than their lips meeting for the first time. It wasn’t lust that drove him to kiss her, it was the love he felt for her and she felt it, felt the love, the pain, the sorrow, regret.

“You are married” she whispered as soon as their lips parted, a tear now rolling down her cheek

Azriel wiped her tear and kissed her cheeks “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you”

Gwyn gave him a small smile “let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go home alright?” she said pulling away and giving him the washcloth to finish “I’ll get these cleaned up fast” she said picking up his leathers by the door.

Azriel was defeated, he knew he messed up with his rushed decision.

•

Gwyn held her chest, a thread now shining brightly and stronger than she has felt it before but she knows she can’t acknowledge it, she has to block it out.

She shut her side of the bond, she sat in her bed until she heard that he was out of the tub. She walked over to her bathroom and placed the magically cleaned leathers by the door, she knocked “leathers are cleaned, so are your boots” she said walking back to her bed.

She waited for him to get out, once he did he went and sat on the bed next to her.

He leaned his head on her shoulder, her hand went to touch his.

“I’ll talk with Rhys and Elain” he began once their hands were intertwined

Gwyn met his gaze “what- don’t”

He looked confused “why?”

“We had a chance Az, I told you before you got married and you went and did it” she said now standing up, beginning to her mad at him for their situation

“I-“

“Elain doesn’t deserve this! You chose her and she chose you” she said turning to look at him

“Gwyn-“

She shakes her head “You need to stay away from me Azriel” she says more sternly

“Gwyn” he stood up reaching for her

“Please leave” she said taking a step back

“You can’t mean that” Azriel says reaching for her again

Gwyn met his eyes “this could have been avoided, I told you, we can’t just disregard Elain right now because it’s convenient for you and I, I’m not going to be the reason she gets hurt” she says

“Gwyn please” he begs still trying to get close to her

“Please Azriel” she pleads wanting for him to leave before he can notice

“I will make this right” he promises before walking towards the door

Gwyn only nods

Azriel walked out of her room and she waited for him to leave her apartment entirely before she went over to Balthazar’s apartment, asking him to take her to the house of wind.

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 24- knife play w/ leeknow

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You guys met at some college party, stumbling into him while trying to get a drink.

You don't normally go to party's like this but your best friend chan, won his homecoming game at decided to throw a party. And who are you not to attend your own best friends winning party.

Though of course he wouldn't be seen at all during the party, leaving you alone to get through. You had other friends but they were either too drunk or just not visble to you.

When you walked into the party you saw lee Minho. In your opinion the cutest boy on campus even though that sounds cringy.

He was gorgeous. He worked out, and was captain of the football team. You never knew his name even when you did cheer. But he was almost mysterious, nobody knew anything about him unless you were one of his close friends.

You've had a crush on him since you met chan. When waiting for chan to finish practice he caught your eye. So when they ended practice, you quickly went up to chan.

"Hi channie." You pass him a water bottle.

"Hi, Wanna leave now?" He quirks an eyebrow up gathering his stuff to leave.

"Yea, sure whatever. Who is that" you try to hide your enthusiasm, turning chan around to make him face the field.

"There's dozens of dudes out there. You gotta be more specific." You groan, trying to direct his eyes to the one person of your interest.

"Look, him! The one with reddish brown hair. What's his name."

"Oh, him? That's Minho." He pauses before turning back around. "What you want his number or something?"

"No, I just find him cute." You smile at him before dragging his hands to walk away.

That situation happened 2 weeks ago. You started to come to his practices more, paying more attention when you were cheering for your team.

And now you're here, pressed into his chest.

"Ah, I'm sorry I've should've watched where I was going." You didn't look up, embarrassed of bumping into a random man.

"No worries, you're good." He backs up taking a look at the issue.

"I've spilt some juice on your shirt, let me help you" he gently grabs your hand, waiting fo

r you to respond.

You look up, stunned to see it was no other than the man you've been basically stalking for the past two weeks.

"No! It's okay I got it"

"It's the least I can do, come with me?" He lightly smiles at you, leading you upstairs.

He brings you to the bathroom door, telling you to wait outside while he gets a wet piece of tissue.

"See, mostly off. Besides the stain of course." He laughs it off.

"Thank you"

"Hey, want to grab a drink or something with me?" Who are you to decline his offer.

"Sure."

Maybe it's the alcohol coarsing through your blood but Minho looks really fine right now.

"I've never told you my name" you try to continue but he cuts you off.

"I know your name, you're on the cheer team."

Your eyes widen. He knows your name? You could barely name half the football teams name.

"Oh!," you laugh grabbing your drink. "You do?

"How could I not?" His voice is too sweet for you to handle, eyes flickering from his lips to his thighs back to his lips again.

You try to get up and grab another drink before he stops you, grabbing your hands once more.

"No, you've had enough drinks for tonight. Let me take you over to mine." He deadpans, sitting up from his seat.

"No, I'm okay I can call a taxi." Though you were happy to accept, you don't think you can spend another moment with Minho before pouncing on him.

"I insist __."

And that's how you ended up with your back pressed outside his apartment walls. Not even inside the door with his lips pressed against yours. His hands try to find the door noob. Putting his key into the lock before turning it. He leans back for a second lightly pushing you into the area, locking it before kissing you again.

He kissed you with such fever, lips interlocking with yours as he presses his front against you.

"Shit want you so bad princess" he finally pulls away to lead your guys towards his room.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, sitting you on the bed.

"Watcha looking at?" He takes of your shoes, doing the same to his self.

The real question is what aren't you looking at? His room was the complete opposite of his personality. Walls covered with posters of bands but what intrigued you the most is the set of knifes beside his bed. Not kitchen knifes but they were decent sized, Sharp enough to cut someone.

He catches your drift, grabbing one of the medium sized knives.

"These? You like them? He asks, genuinly trying to get to know you.

"Yea. Wouldn't mind you using it on me" you whisper, slightly humiliated from how close you guys are.

"Yeah? You wouldn't?" He leans you back, taking off your pants.

You couldn't tell if it was a rhetorical question with the way he dives back in to give you a kiss. His lips were soft and plush. Tounge licking over your bottom lip into your mouth.

"Wanna fuck you so bad. Will you let me? Fuck you till you can't remember your name?" He pushes your panties to the side, running two fingers up and down your folds.

"P-please."

That's all it took for him to flip you over, ass up face down with your face pressed into the bedsheets.

Picking up the knife again he presses it to your neck.

"Make any noise and I'll slit your throat." You know he isn't serious, but the thrill excites you.

He positions his cock against your hole, grabbing a handful of your tits.

"f-fuck- so fucking tight and warm." He grunts, leaving open mouthed kisses along your back.

"Min-! s' much" you realized your mistake too late, knife pressing deeper into your skin.

"What the fuck did I tell you?"

"Sorry s-sir" he presses it slightly deeper, feeling some skin break but in the moment you couldn't care.

"What would chan think about this hm? Seeing his best friend getting fucked silly by his other close friend? Embarrassing and humiliating." He trails the knife down your back, Making small red lines as he goes.

"Stop clenching princess" he slaps your ass, thrusting forward once before you cum.

He doesn't stop his movements. Instead, hitting faster and stronger.

"Sensitive! Slow d-down please" you didn't know how to feel. One, overstimulation was taking you over but you didn't have the heart to let this pleasure stop.

"Such. A w-whore letting yourself get fucked like this" he forces his hips deep into you before cumming, slowly moving back and forth riding out his high.

He pulls out before laying you both down on the bed.

"Let me take you on a date"

[hyperfixated-maybe]

Not what I usually post, but I need people to see this insanely intimate moment I had with two complete strangers at the airport the other day. This was typed out in my notes app on the bus ride from the airport so I’d get every fresh little detail from my memory.

“Sitting on a Lufthansa flight, eight hours from Frankfurt to Boston. We’re a half hour ahead of time, sitting on the runway awaiting an open gate. I hear a clang, and under my seat rolls a metal water bottle. I reach under and pass it back to the kid who dropped it. They wear a soft jean jacket with a shirt underneath reading something along the lines of “I’m really a moth and this is my human costume”.

“Here you go, bud.” I say.

They thank me. 

Five, ten minutes later and everybody is getting up to be deplaned. I hear behind me the same kid talking to their mom. “There’s a type of jellyfish that can live forever. If something doesn’t eat it. They go back to an earlier stage of their life…” 

I turn back and pull lobsters into the conversation. They tell me they went to an away science camp where they learned about marine biology. 

“I’m Moth” they draw out the “th” sound. 

I repeat it back: “Moth?? That’s such a cool name dude!”

The mom jumps in. “They named themself that!”

“What’s your name?” Moth asks me.

“Sam. My pronouns are he/him, what are yours?”

“They/them!”

“That’s so cool! I’m trans too!”

The mom again: “They have older siblings, so they’ve had a lot more time to think about these things than most other nine year olds.”

There’s a pause in the conversation here, and I can feel my emotions bending. “You know you’re the luckiest kid ever, right?”

“I am?” 

“Mhm..” I’ve started to get shakey now. I look away and bring my arm to my face, trying to control my emotions. The mom looks at me, and waits a moment before saying, “y’know, I give out mom hugs to anyone who needs it.” She opens her arms and I lean into the embrace. 

When it’s over I find myself saying “You’re the coolest person I know. I hope you have a great life!” to Moth as I leave. I wave behind me as I get off the plane. 

“Me too!”

I wait on the edge of the group as the rest of the cadets trickle off of the plane and condense beside me. I see Moth and their mom walk by, and I catch the mom’s eye. We smile at each other. Moth doesn’t see me.

They came back. To find me. And Moth asks for a hug. (Or, more accurately, if they can hug 𝘮𝘦.)

“Of course!” I bend down. We’re at an awkward height, and I shift to see if I should kneel or remain. By the end I’m kneeling. 

We hug more times than I remember. Eight, nine, ten times? I don’t rightfully know. Each hug they get more emotional, and I see tears well up in their brown eyes. 

The mother says “sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know they’d start crying like this.” I tell her it’s fine, it’s okay. 

Their straight, brown, a bit longer than shoulder length hair is messed up, and the mom is behind them, smoothing it behind their ear. So am I. 

“It’s gonna be okay.” The mom says to them. 

I tell them that they’re the coolest person I know. We hug, and each time we pull away, we hold each other’s arms, or grasp each others hands. 

“Sorry about this. With the jet lag and stuff they start acting like a drunk person!” 

Moth laughs through their tears, and I laugh with them.

“Sam’s gotta go with his group now,” the mother says. So I do.

The last time I saw Moth was about a half hour after our first interaction on the plane. I’m walking with my group to get my passport stamped. Moth is alone now, waiting for their mom outside a bathroom. I hug them one last time as I walk by, and file down through the seatbelt barrier maze. 

I wave, and Moth smiles back. 

And that’s it. That’s my whole story. As much as they’ll ever know of it, at least.”

[siriuslysmoking]

Soft and Gentle

A/N: I saw Gaby Moreno as an Opener for a band I was seeing and I just fell in love with her voice and her music. 'Lost on a Cloud' has no lyrics that are published so all the things that are written as lyrics are just interpetied from me listening, if there is any mistakes please let me know. Also, I don't know how the Grammy's works so bare with me, I'm pulling this shit outta my ass.

Pairing: Latino Jazz Artist! Reader x Rockstar!Eddie Munson

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption,

Summary: You never thought you'd see him ever again, when it comes to the most important day of your life, he's at the table next to you.

I don't know what this is or why this is, it's probably awful but I'm not rereading it.

You might think that finding your seat was the hardest task you had to do all night, but the night wasn't over yet.

You hardly swallowed as you took a seat on stage, the lights dimmed around you and a spotlight circled you.

Your eyes circle the crowd as you strum the intro.

That's when they latch onto the inspiration of the song, those chocolate brown eyes that have haunted your dreams for the last seven years.

You don't move you eyes, he doesn't move his.

What if all the grown ups stopped working so hard

Dropped all their things and stared at the sky

It was a hot summer's day when you had met, you were playing with the hose and had called him over. He was home alone and you mom was inside working, neither of you had anyone to play with.

Those giggles and squeals of the cold water being poured on one another was daunting.

You slept happy that night, making a new friend.

all the busy nothings i could fill a cup, days and nights went by and I've forgotten to be scared of the dark

'cause every minute is filled with things to do and me and you have found that there's no time to see the clouds up so high

"Hey eds?" You look to him, his face still facing the sky.

"Yeah?" He hums with his eyes close.

"When you go to high school will you forget about me?" That's when he looks at you, those eyes so soft and gentle.

"Never, plus you'll be there in one year." He smiles to you, before staring back at the sky

Is it so hard to remember how it all used to be

they say youth is lost on the young who never knew they were free

"Promise me that we'll leave together." Eddie mumbles into your hair as you lay in his bed with him, running your hands through his hair.

"Two bedroom apartment in New York, remember?" You smile, you both have been saving since you got jobs in freshman year. as soon as you both graduate you're leaving.

here we are, we're lost on the cloud

Then he didn't graduate and the next year you did.

You waited for him to, you promised.

darling it's okay to while the hours away while we're here forever I just wanna hear to laughing out loud

"You did it!" You hug him as he swings you up in the air knocking his cap off.

"I did it!" He stares into your eyes as he lowers you to the ground, his lips flicker downward. The next thing you know is his lips are on your.

That night is spent in laughs and ice cream.

That night promises were made.

'cause every minute is filled with things to do and me and you have found that there's no time to see the clouds up so high

"A record label wants Corroded Coffin!" Eddie rushes into your trailer.

"No way!" You turn from the sink where you were cleaning up dinner that your mom and you had just finished

"For real! They want us to relocate to Cali'." He hugs you tightly.

"California?" Your eyes widen.

"Yeah!" His smile is so wide, you feel as though you're going to ruin it with your next words.

"That's far, really far."

"I know but we can make it work." Eddie smiled against your lips, "We'll make it work."

is it so hard to remember what we had you and me

"I miss you."

-I miss you too

-Alright I gotta go!

"o-okay, bye, I love you."

-Bye

they say youth is lost on the young who never knew they were free

Your eyes start to water as you finish the song. He doesn't seem to blink either.

You finish your last few cords before the clapping begins.

Then you're sent back to your seat and you say a final goodbye to the soft gentle eyes.

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[dreamdepot]

Dreams of the Kingdom - Chapter 2

Edited 7/9/2024 - Links Updated.

First > Next

Chapter 2 - Shades of the Past is now up on Wattpad, AO3 or below the break.

The world blurred into focus. Water lapped against the shore as you stalked ahead, dagger drawn.

The dream was different this time. There was no ballroom, no moonlight, no party. Things felt a bit different too. You were a passenger in this dream, watching through eyes that weren’t yours.

The forest at the water’s edge was filled with trees, their leaves all turning brown and orange, fluttering in the breeze. You didn’t have time to admire it, instead flinging your dagger at an Octorok between the eyes. As you went to retrieve it, you could hear your dream host grunt, “You sure you’re ready for this?” The words came on their own.

“Of course I am, I’ve been travelling alone for a while.” The voice was a bit higher than you expected.

Your dream self turned and internally, you gasped. It was a young boy, one who looked very familiar. “What are you, like six?”

He crossed his arms. “I’m ten.”

You looked him over. It was Link, though not exactly your Link. He really did look too young to be traveling alone, especially in this Hyrule that looked even more desolate than yours. He held only a wooden sword, a tiny shield, and a few supplies. You tossed the rupee from the Octorok to him – which he scrambled to catch before missing and dropping it in the sand. You groaned.

“I swear, I’m ready for this!”

“Kid, you barely have any gear, no armor beyond your little tunic, and a wooden sword. Sure, going here isn’t as bad as walking into the Lynel-infested highlands, but… come on. I bet you haven’t done so much as slay a Tektite, let alone a Moblin. Do you even know how to use that shield? What’re you gonna do if the Zoras show up?”

“Why do you care?!” He snapped. “You’re just a thief. It’s not like you’d help Old Lady Impa with her orders from Princess Zelda!” He suddenly froze and turned bright red. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Calm down ‘hero’, I’m not about to tattle on you to Ganon. He’s not exactly great for business.” You sheathed your dagger. “I might be a thief, but I’m not about to send a kid to his death either. If you really are headed for the Temple of the Eagle, you should at least pick up some stuff to help you.”

“I’m not an idiot,” he grumbled. He opened his pack to reveal it was stuffed full of bombs. “Now are you gonna help me or not?”

You whistled. “Gotta say kid, that does change things, but still isn’t gonna do a ton to Aquamentus.”

“A-Aquamentus?” The little Link stuttered, the briefest flicker of fear in his eyes.

“Yeah, big dragon with a nasty horn. If it doesn’t want to cut you open with that, it’ll burn you alive.” Link looked pale; you felt a little guilty for scaring him. “Well… at least it ain’t Manhandla or something like that.”

“I’m not scared of a dragon,” he said, more to convince himself than you.

“Yeah okay, sure. Y’know there’s a difference between being brave and being stupid.” You reached into your pack. “Tell you what, I’ll let you borrow one of my rings here. I charge interest though, so expect to pay up next time – otherwise I’m gonna steal whatever is so important in that dungeon from you.” You tossed a gold ring with a blue gemstone to him.

Link slipped it on. In a swirl of magic, his tunic turned white with a heavy vest of chain mail underneath. “Whoa.”

“Can’t say it’ll help much with killing Aquamentus, but it should keep you alive.”

Link ran his fingers over the new tunic. “Thank you.”

“You still owe me later,” you grumbled. You got up and led the way along the massive lake to a rickety bridge leading to the northeastern island. “There. Cross the bridge and you’ll get to the dungeon. Just be careful the Lake Zora don’t pull you under. Once on that island, the entrance is hidden inside the stump of the Ancient Tree.”

“Thank you,” Link said again, drawing his rather dinky sword.

“I hope this is worth it.”

“It is.”

You watched Link cross the bridge safely – thankfully the Zora seemed to be sluggish today. “Good luck kid,” you muttered to yourself. The Sheikah tattoo on your arm was just barely poking out from under your sleeve. “You pull this off and actually find the Princess’s Triforce… well, damn, you really will be a hero.”

===

“Ow…” you groaned. You shook the grogginess from your head, not sure what that dream meant. At the very least, it was a welcome change from the usual nightmare.

You blinked a few times. Wherever Din decided to drop you this time was so dark it was nearly the same eyes open or shut. There were a few pinpricks of light in the distance, but it was clear you were no longer in the Castle. It was humid and a bit stale. Something in the air made your lungs burn a little. “I’ve got to stop waking up in weird places,” you grumbled.

You tied a handkerchief over your nose and mouth in a makeshift mask. You then fished around in your pack for some flint and your lantern. A simple strike of your Eightfold Blade was more than enough to get the spark you needed. You lit the lantern and strapped it to your belt.

The light revealed a few things to you immediately. First, you were surrounded by solid pools of gloom. Spores of some kind also wafted in the air. You pulled your mask a little tighter. Second, you were at the bottom of an ancient ruin. The design of the ruins was similar to what you saw under the castle, though perhaps in better condition. “So, the Zonai were here too,” you muttered. “Zelda would be losing her mind right now.”

Third, and maybe most troubling, your Eightfold Blade had suddenly become severely damaged. Dark spots and rust were splotched all over; any more use would probably break it completely. You quickly turned to check your main weapon. Thankfully, the Sword of the Six Sages was untouched, still softly glowing with magic. The words of the Great Deku Tree came back to you.

“That is the Sword of the Six Sages, a relic of the Twilight Era. That very sword was once wielded by the ancient sages, but also by Calamity Ganon’s former incarnation known as Ganondorf. That man, might I add, was your predecessor as champion of the Goddess Din…”

Ganondorf… there were numerous legends of the mortal incarnations of Ganon. Ganondorf, the traitor of the Gerudo, the king of thieves, master of the Flames of Chaos, lord of monsters, the Beast, the King of Evil, the Calamity… and apparently the Demon King. Knowing that monster may have once held your piece of the Triforce was not comforting to say the least. Yet, you also remembered the other thing the Great Deku Tree said.

“…The sword is imbued with the blood of Ganon; even it and its minions cannot block its strike. However, a word of caution: the sword is imbued with the energy of light and darkness making it capable of bringing great good or great evil to Hyrule. I trust you will make the right decision.”

You couldn’t dwell on that now. You needed to figure out where you were and how to get back to Link and Zelda. You sheathed your Eightfold Blade for now. Carefully, you stepped between gaps in the gloom. Strange creatures like fireflies with ten wings lazily drifted around you. Mushrooms shot little puffs of spores as if they were breathing. You could hear things moving and unfriendly cries and chirps in the darkness, but they all sounded far enough away for you not to worry.

In the darkness, a large orange object stood out. It cast a very dim light, but it seemed to be the best option for what you had to go off of. It was quiet in that direction, no monsters. On the other hand, if that meant the monsters were afraid of whatever it was… well, you didn’t want to think about that. For now, it was the best chance you had.

The strange object was above you, so you carefully made your way up the cliffs, avoiding the gloom. As you got closer, you saw it was much larger than you expected. The orange bulb you saw had to be the size of a small house. It cast a scarce bit of bright light at its base. It seemed to be organic, wrapped in roots that dug into the sandy soil. It seemed safe, but you remembered stories Prince Sidon had told you of fish in the deepest, darkest parts of the Great Sea that tempted their prey with light. You stayed back and watched it carefully for a moment. As far as you could tell, there was no movement, and the roots didn’t seem to be an elaborate disguise. With one hand on your greatsword, you crept forward.

Lucky for you, the object was not a monster in disguise and definitely some kind of plant. The light it cast was little, but bright as day. Just standing near it made the clinging feeling of the gloom-filled air dissipate. You inspected the plant, surprised to see a floating sigil above you. You couldn’t quite tell if it was magic or technology or perhaps a mix of both, nor could you read any of the runes lining the edge of the green sigil. What you could recognize was the obvious shape of a hand. It also looked a lot like something the Sheikah Slate would have activated. Reaching up, you held your right hand as close as possible to the sigil.

Nothing.

You frowned, but then an idea came to you. You instead reached with your left hand, feeling the familiar pull of the Triforce of Power. Your hand began to glow, and the sigil disappeared. For a moment, nothing happened, but then the bulb lit up. Pulses of light raced along the roots into the earth. Shielding your eyes behind your hood, you braced yourself as a bright flash filled the cavern.

As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a blue glow in the sand – a shape familiar to you as one of the many waypoints set by the Sheikah for their shrines. You looked up to see that this section of the cavern was now filled with light. New plants familiar to you from the surface now grew along the edge of the strange light plant’s roots.

You extinguished your lantern and got a better look at where you had been trapped. Gloom was indeed everywhere, but it was at least spaced far enough apart for you to travel safely. There were indeed monsters around, but they seemed content to stay far from you. What caught your attention instead were the many nightmarish trees growing here in the darkness. Strange rock formations were filled with a green ore, not quite like luminous ore. The pinpricks of light you had seen were little floating flames, and they seemed to be gathered around odd ruins here in the deep darkness.

You decided to explore a bit more – waiting around wouldn’t do you much good after all. Your first stop was the little flames. They burned without heat, and while they couldn’t move, they seemed to try to float to you. You reached out with your hand, and they suddenly flew into your palm, disappearing and merging with your body. A chill shot down your spine with each one. It took a moment, but you then realized where you had felt this before: when you stood at death’s door.

“They’re Poes,” you realized. Imagining the poor lost souls trapped forever in darkness made your heart ache. “You all must be trying to find your way beyond…” You knew more than a few legends of the heroes of past Hyrule helping put both docile and hostile Poes to rest, and resolved to gather as many as you could.

You picked up a trail of Poes, climbing higher until you were out of the ruins. Gloom-mutated monsters danced in the distance, and you gave them a wide berth. You continued following the ghostly flames, but then came across something that made you freeze. Rather than the flame of a Poe Soul, you stared into a frozen shade of a Hylian soldier, holding a weapon. Looking around, you realized there were several, all frozen atop stone pillars.

You have had experience with ghosts – considering meeting the spirits of the Champions before and your own experience. These were not your usual ghosts. The soldiers were more shadows, bound by dark chains to the earth. They hardly moved, but you could feel their eyes on you as they stayed frozen to the ground. Worst of all, you recognized the insignia on their armor – they were the soldiers you trained to protect Akkala Citadel, part of your personal battalion. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to defend you.” The spirits seemed to move as if offering their weapons to you. Oddly, their weapons were completely free from the touch of the gloom.

The clanking of chains caught your attention as you turned to another shade, struggling to walk to you. This one had some of his defining features still and appeared to be an old Sheikah man. Your heart broke, even as an old man, you recognized him. “Sharpe…”

The shade nodded. You knew he lived a long full life, training your friend Kass in music, but when Kass had told you Sharpe had passed from a mysterious illness, you never expected it to be the gloom. As he shuffled closer, his age slowly reversed until you were looking into the sullen eyes of your best friend, as young as the last day you saw him. He opened his mouth to speak but a mere wheeze was all that came out.

“Sharpe, I’m so sorry,” you started to say, but he held up a hand and looked at you with a fixed stare. “I know it’s not my fault, but still.” The shade cracked a smile. He reached into his satchel, overstuffed with sheet music even in death, and pulled out one of his notebooks. As the Royal Poet and Maestro, it was stamped with the insignia of the Royal Family: the Winged Triforce. He tapped the insignia, touching each piece of the Triforce before turning to you.

“The Triforce… right, power, wisdom, and courage. What about it?” He circled all three with his finger, over and over again. “The Triforce… repeats?” He pointed at you and grinned. He then pointed to your hand. “I have part of the Triforce, yes… but I don’t get what you mean?”

Sharpe frowned. He reached to see if he had a way to write it down, but apparently ghostly ink does not work well for human eyes. Finally, he snapped his fingers and grabbed his ocarina. He played three notes, repeated twice. It wasn’t the Royal Family’s song, or the song Kass always liked to play at the stables. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize it.”

Sharpe looked exasperated. Suddenly, you both heard voices. He grabbed you by the shoulders, his ice-cold hands felt like they were sucking the warmth from you. He looked apologetic but determined. “Not… part… cycle…” He managed to force out in a rasp. “Have… break… cycle…”

“What do you mean? The cycle?”

“Part of… plan…You are not part of the cycle… You have to break the cycle…”

With that, the corrupted spirit began to fade. “Wait, Sharpe no! Don’t go!” Sharpe looked at you with one final pleading look before fading away entirely. All that was left was a scrap of sheet music, with the notes of the song he had played.

“Damn it!” You kicked a rock. “What does that even mean? What does it have to do with the Triforce?”

“Hello? Is someone there?” You forgot about the voices. Instinctively you tied a rag you used to clean your weapons over your hand, hiding your tattoo. You rested your hand on the hilt of your Eightfold Blade and slowly walked towards the source.

At the edge of a cliff, and the edge of mine ruins, there were three Zonai Research Team members. “Oh wow,” the first said, “What are you doing down here? This is a really dangerous place!”

“Yeah, you could say that again,” you said. Your eyes scanned over them. You noticed their uniforms looked a bit off, and they were moving some crates and a small heavy-duty lockbox. “Wasn’t exactly intended.”

“Not intended?” The second asked. “What’s that supposed to mean? How do you end up in the Depths by accident?” You then noticed the third fishing a banana out of the crate, one of what seemed to be hundreds. Everything fell into place.

You were glad to be wearing your generic Hylian tunic today instead of your trusty Royal Guard armor. Yiga soldiers still weren’t the brightest of the bunch, but even that would’ve been a dead giveaway. The information they let slip was valuable though. You were in the Depths, the rumored vast underworld of Hyrule. “Oh, you know… I… fell?”

“Fell? That far? And you survived?”

“Not the first time either,” you mumbled. “So, you’re part of the Zonai Research Team?”

“Oh yeah, love researching that Zonai!” The four of you quietly stared at each other for a moment. “You’ve figured us out, huh?”

“It’s not subtle,” you said. “But considering three Yiga soldiers and a giant cliff… sorry, but I’m gonna work through something that I’ve wanted to deal with for over a century.”

“…what?”

They didn’t have a moment to react as you hit the first with a mortal draw. You turned and flung your Eightfold Blade at the second. It shattered on impact but gave you plenty of time to draw your main weapon and knock them down. Both escaped in a puff of smoke.

The third looked at you in horror. “You… you’re the Prince of the Wild!”

“Yup,” you said, popping the P. “And I’m really not in a good mood.” The final Yiga soldier tried to run but wasn’t fast enough, as you unleashed a spin attack, sending him flying into the abyss. You peeked over and saw a poof as the soldier teleported away to safety. “Ah well,” you sighed. “Now let’s get a look at what was so important.”

You lit a campfire and set to work opening the crates. As expected, nearly all of them were filled with Mighty Bananas. You set a few out to roast for yourself, then started on the lockbox. Lucky for you, the Yiga left the key behind. Inside there were a few reports, outlining where their bases were. It appeared after the fall of the Calamity, they chose to set up shop in the Depths. What you interrupted seemed to be a normal supply caravan, though you did wonder if they ate anything besides bananas.

The last report was the most interesting. It read:

This artifact was found near where the Temple of Time would be on the surface. It seems to have some level of latent power, but the engineering team can’t figure out what it does. Maybe we can break into the Princess’ house and steal her notes? She probably knows what it’s for.

Mission: Transport safely via Depths to Akkala Surface Base.

Glory to Master Kohga!

The note of a surface base was a bit concerning, though not as bad as the thought of them breaking into Zelda’s house. Then again, that would be incredibly dumb. Sure, you and Link may have given the house to her since she liked to spend more time in Hateno than the two of you did but considering you and Link were the strongest warriors in Hyrule? It was like the Yiga had a death wish.

Then again, with Zelda missing that didn’t really matter now, did it?

You fished around in the box and found the odd artifact that the Yiga were so concerned about: a dark blue crystal. Unlike the comma-like crystal Zelda found attached to that skeletal arm, this one was more of a water droplet shape. It changed in the light of the fire as well. From one angle, it was a beautiful deep blue, reminding you a bit of the Sheikah Slate. From another, it looked like solid pewter. In either state it had been etched with runes that you couldn’t read. “Zelda definitely could figure this out, whatever it is,” you said to yourself, turning it back and forth in the light.

“Your majesty!” A familiar shout came from beyond the next hill. You slid the stone into your pocket. Two familiar faces were running over to you – well, one running and one hobbling.

“Hey you!” The other shouted, adjusting his goggles. At first you broke into a wide smile, but then stopped.

“Wait, password check, category 3!”

“Bah, do we really need that?” The smaller man grumbled.

“Considering I just ran into the Yiga clan, yes.”

“It’s better to be safe Robbie,” the taller one said. He broke into a wide grin. “Hateno Milk!”

“Cherry,” said the other, striking a pose.

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Wildberry Crepe. Robbie, Tauro I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see you.”

The two men sighed. “Thank goodness you’re safe, your majesty,” Tauro said. The man was brains and brawn rolled into one, the leading voice in Zonai research who could probably bench press a mountain. On top of that, he was a total sweetheart and single. It was no wonder he was one of Hyrule’s most eligible bachelors with Link now dating you. That said, his passion for his work came with a lack of common sense. Tauro was incredibly dense sometimes, himbo to a fault and bringing new meaning to the term dummy thick. “After you went to investigate the castle, everything’s been crazy!”

“Of course, you’d be involved. All these years and the Prince is still a troublemaker.” Robbie tsked, though you were used to his teasing. Even after five years it was hard for you to believe this old man was the same punk scientist and former co-director of the Sheikah Research Team from a century ago. Sure, he was older now, but he was still brilliant – and still loved to make your life a bit more insane. “If only you’d been using my upgraded tech in your armor…”

You fought the involuntary shiver. “Robbie, last time, it tried to launch me off a mountain.”

“Doesn’t exactly beat the Depths, how did you end up here?”

“It’s… complicated. You haven’t seen Link or Zelda, have you?”

Tauro frowned. “We were hoping to ask you that. After the Upheaval, we haven’t seen either of them. And with everything going wrong across the kingdom…”

Your heart sank. “Wait, Upheaval? What’s going on?”

Robbie had one of his rare soft moments. “Hey… let’s take this slow.”

“Robbie, tell me. What’s going on?”

The older scientist crossed his arms and frowned. “It may be better to show you. Tauro, let’s cut this trip short and head home! Josha can wait for our notes later.”

“Certainly Robbie, our investigation into these mines can wait.” Tauro paused for a moment, then stroked his chin. “Though their connection to the Zonai is unmistakable, really fascinating when you think about just how extensive their empire must have been…”

“Come on Tauro, you can tell me about it on the way home,” you laughed.

Robbie led you back to his hot-air balloon. In no time it was rising slowly up the chasm. The spread of the gloom was far worse than you imagined. Deep below Hyrule, a plague was spreading. You knew if you didn’t contain it, the Demon King’s touch would spread to every corner of the Kingdom, if it hadn’t already. Looking up to the growing light, you hoped for the best – yet between your dreams and what you saw under Hyrule Castle… you couldn’t help but feel a little fear for what the future may hold.

[myymi]

last writing thing of the year 🤭✨

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms, pretending to look at a watch on his wrist while his foot tapped an impatient rhythm.

1 second..

2 seconds..

3 seconds. 

4 seconds.. 

‘Jeez, pal, you’re really taking your time. Don’t make me wait for ten seconds!’ The hedgehog thought, glancing up at the sky in hopes to spot his companion.

After 6 seconds, a slight movement of grass from behind told him his buddy had finally scoped out the area.

“There you are, Tails!” He exclaimed as he turned around, arms still crossed and his foot still tapping away. “I was waaaiting!” He sang, knowing it got a few giggles out of his charge every time he did it.

And sure enough, Sonic was rewarded with a few of his pal’s giggles for his efforts. “Sorry, Sonic. Thought I saw a buttnik, but it was jus’a bug.” Tails said, gesturing to a bush somewhere to the right.

“S’all clear?” He knew it was, he would’ve heard those dumb-bots by now if any were there. That, or they would’ve spotted Tails and attacked. Still, he waited for the kit to confirm it.

“Sure is!” The boy beamed and shot a thumbs up at the older, tails wagging when he received a few headpats in return. “There’s also a berry bush just there,” he pointed to a spot past Sonic, “I don’t remember what is and s’not okay to eat, though.”

“That’s alright, li’l bro, I can help jumpstart that big brain of yours.” The teen ruffled his bangs and grinned down at the boy before nodding to the clearing. “Let’s set up camp first, sound cool?”

“Way past!” His fluffy appendages still wagging, Tails grabbed hold of their bag and ran to the clearing. Only Sonic was still wearing the bag, so he ended up getting dragged with it.

“You really like settin’ up camp, huh pal?” The hedgehog commented with a light laugh, letting himself get tugged along since he knew the little fox could carry his weight, no sweat. The younger laughed nervously and let go of the bag once they were in the clearing.

“Sorry, Sonic,” He wrung his hands, his twin tails twisting behind him in a show of embarrassment, “I still can’t really contain my excitement.”

“No sweat about it, li’l bud.” Sonic assured him as he stood himself upright and pulled off the backpack he was wearing. “It’s normal for kits your age.”

“Is flying normal for kits my age?” Tails asked, holding his hands behind his back and leaning forward.

“Well, not kits,” The hedgehog set the bag on the ground so he could pull out their blankets and other necessities. “But other kids, yeah, sometimes.”

“Then what does that matter?” Sonic paused what he was doing to turn and look at his little buddy with a raised brown. The fox was just grinning back at him, rocking on his heels.

“Matters ‘cause it means you don’t gotta be ‘mbarrassed about it.” The teen countered, reaching to poke the fox’s stomach. The latter squeaked at the touch and ducked away, giggling from his new spot 5 feet away from the older.

“S’hat mean I should be embarrassed ‘bout what isn’t normal for kits my age?” Sonic sighed and shook his head. The kid was quite a handful sometimes.

“Not what I meant, and you know it.” He said, reaching out to poke the younger again, but he was quick enough to move away this time. The kit giggled and sat down while he watched the older pull out their camping supplies.

“What color were those berries you saw, Tails?” Sonic asked as he set down the pot they used to cook chili dogs in.

“Some kind’a pinkish red.” Tails’s namesakes twitched behind him. The hedgehog hummed and waved his hand, pulling out a bottle of water.

“Think those are raspberries. Go pick a couple so I can check ‘em out, will ya?” He asked, taking a small sip of the liquid.

“Sure thing, Sonic!” The fox beamed as his tails wound up, lifting him off the ground so he could fly to the bush of berries he saw earlier.

Sonic twisted the cap back onto the bottle and set it on the ground. He’ll have Tails drink some once he gets back with the berries. He reached into the bag and pulled out a jar that’s full of water, specifically for cooking chili dogs.

He poured a bit of it into the pot before replacing the lid and setting it back in the backpack. He quickly set up a spot for the campfire, and used his old lighter to start a fire. He then picked up the pot of water and suspended it above the crackling flame.

Sonic looked in the direction his little brother flew off in as he dumped a couple of hotdogs into the pot. The kid was only supposed to pick one or two for the hedgehog to examine, what was taking so long?

He didn’t have to wait much longer, though. He smiled when he saw the fox run back to the clearing, and, from the looks of his appearance, it was obvious what held him up.

“Sorry I wasn’t back in a Sonic Second,” Tails apologized, handing two berries to his hero, “my tails got caught.” Which was obvious, considering there were all kinds of knots, twigs, and leaves stuck in his fur that were definitely not there a few seconds ago.

“Don’t sweat it, little buddy.” Sonic said as he took one of the berries. He held it up to his face, only needing to study it for a few seconds to confirm it was, in fact, a raspberry. “Go ‘head and take a bite of that one, Tails.” He pointed at the pink berry in his brother’s hand.

“What’s it taste like?” He asked, but bit a piece of it off before he could get an answer. He would’ve done it anyway, he wasn’t one to turn down food! Especially not when Sonic said it was okay to eat.

The teen laughed lightly at his buddy’s impatience and popped the raspberry he held into his mouth. “They’re sweet n’ tart. Not my favorite, but decent.” Noticing the kit’s wagging tails, he assumed the younger quite liked them.

“What is your favorite berry?” Tails asked, putting the rest of the berry in his mouth. He liked it a lot, but blueberries were better.

“Chilidogberries.” Sonic joked, sitting down next to the fire to watch the hotdogs cook.

“There’s no such thing as chilidogberries!” The fox crossed his arms and frowned.

“Is to!” The hedgehog argued, taking out a can of chili from the backpack. “They’re really good, li’l bro.” He picked up the water bottle and patted the ground next to him, signaling the other to come sit.

Tails huffed but did as he was told, taking the bottle when it was offered to him. He made sure to only take a sip of it like Sonic did, even though he told him to drink enough so he wasn’t thirsty anymore.

Sonic reached into the bag once more and pulled out a pink hair brush, a gift from a girl he had saved a few months ago so he could maintain Tails’s fur better.

“Alright, li’l bro, let’s fix up those tails of yours.” He turned back to the younger with a smile, holding up the brush.

“Fix them?” Tails repeated, his ears lowering as he set the water bottle down and glanced at the fluffy appendages behind him, completely missing the hairbrush. “There’s something wrong with them?”

“No, pal,” The hedgehog shook his head and tapped the kit’s nose with the flat end of the brush. “I meant cleaning them up. Getting rid of the twigs and leaves.”

“Oh,” The fox smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, “will you be careful?”

“‘Course, little buddy!” Sonic ruffled his bangs before crawling behind his little brother so he could brush his tails easier. “‘Sides, you can alway tell me if it hurts. Keep an eye on the dogs for me, will ya?”

“Okay, Sonic.” Tails nodded and turned to watch the pot hanging above the fire, playing with his fingers as he waited.

Sonic smiled and set the hairbrush in his lap, deciding it’d be better to pull the tangled twigs and leaves out of his fur before brushing the knots out. He briefly wondered how often he would need to brush out his buddy’s tails, they were bound to get tangled up pretty often. Fur maintenance is a lot more of a hassle than quill maintenance.

Soon enough, the final stick was pulled and Sonic could start actually brushing the fluffy appendages. His ears twitched at a quiet sound, swiveling until he realized what it was.

Tails was humming the song Catty Carlisle made in Sonic’s tribute. The kit had been quick to dub Sonic’s Song as his all time favorite song, saying it was the coolest song ever. He decided that faster than the hedgehog could run a lap around Mobius!

Holding one of the tails in his left hand with his right gently brushing the fur, Sonic began humming along with his little brother. The song was catchy, how could he not! Also, it made the kid happy. That is, if the other tail softly wagging (which caused it to repeatedly hit Sonic’s side) was anything to go off of.

Before too long, the first tail was completely not free. Sonic sat the brush down once again to run his fingers through the fur to make sure he didn’t miss a single knot. Nodding in approval, he set it on the ground and picked up the other tail to repeat the process.

“Hey, Sonic?” Tails asked a few seconds after they had finished humming.

“S’up, li’l bud?” The hedgehog glanced at the kid briefly before returning his attention to the knotted up fur.

“I, uh– wanna say thank you s’all.” The kit’s voice was quieter now, a clear sign he was a bit embarrassed. The teen cocked a brow.

“What you thankin’ me for? I haven’t even cooked up your chili dog yet!” He poked the fox’s side with the tip of his shoe, earning a quiet giggle.

“Well, I know that, but” Tails swatted at his brother’s foot, “you do so much for me everyday, even though nobody else would. I think that deserves a thank you.” He said as he pulled his knees to his chest.

Sonic gave him a sympathetic look even though the younger couldn’t see it. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, li’l bro. It’s what heroes do!” He set the brush down so he could rub that little area behind the kit’s big yellow ears, earning a few quiet purrs from the action.

“It’s what brothers do.” He added in a whisper that was just loud enough for the younger to hear. He retreated his hand so he could finish brushing his tail, ignoring the few quiet sniffles that followed his words.

“Well.. I, uhm–” Tails hesitated, pulling his knot-free tail to his chest so he could hug it. “Love ya, big bro.” The older had a feeling it was so that it would muffle his words, too.

“Love ya too, li’l bro.” The kit squeaked and hid his face further into his tail. Sonic smiled before brushing out the last few knots, humming another song that came upon the radio regularly.

He really had the coolest little brother.

[shiloh-the-pokemon]

Off-Screen Post

Shiloh, a Jolteon, entered the streets of Cascarrafa. They had been walking for about an hour now. They would have rather avoided a town, but they did not see another way forward. To their left were mountains, and an uphill climb seemed less than fun. To the right was the Paldean crater, and Shiloh was not sure they could get out if they went in. Going around was not an option either; on one side of the town was a desert with an active sandstorm, and the other side featured another upward climb.

Shiloh made it their goal to pass through as quickly and quietly as possible. Being a Jolteon was a blessing and a curse, it meant they could move fast, but they also stood out in a crowd of water types.

They kept to back alleys, and ducked into public parks where people had their Pokemon out already. They made it pretty far without more than a few stray glances, that is until they walked next to a pond.

"Ha! I gotcha!"

Shiloh was hit by a splash of water. Not an attack, but they ended up soaked nonetheless. They shook themself off, and looked for the culprit. Hidden in the water was a strange blue Wooper, giggling to itself.

Wait, weren't Wooper brown?

Shiloh stared at the giggling Pokemon for a bit. The Wooper laughed and swam forward a bit, "You ain't a water type are ya? You're, um, yellow! So maybe I shouldnta soaked ya.... Sorry stranger!"

Shiloh chuckled under their breath, "no biggie."

The Wooper lept out of the water and stood next to Shiloh, "You wanna be friends? I have, um, well I have 31 friends! But only 6 are not water types, cause most of the not water types don't like my sneak attack."

Shiloh laughed again, "yeah, ill be lucky number seven."

The Wooper leaped into the air, "Yes!" They skipped around Shiloh and sung, "I got a new friend, with my sneak attack!"

He paused, "Oh wait! We gotta give each other our names too. My name's Manchester but that's long so I call myself Blue cause I'm blue and Woopers ain't blue so no other Wooper can use that name!"

Blue stopped to catch his breath, before returning to his giant smile and cheery voice, "Now its your turn!"

Shiloh laid down in the grass. They really didn't like using their name, there were too many complicated feelings there. "uhhh i dont- i dont know."

Blue sat down next to them, "That's okay it took me forever to come up with Blue!" He dramatically fell onto his back, "Oooh I'm really good at names can I pick one for you? I promise it won't be super long and I'll think really good about it."

Shiloh remembered what their mom called the most important lesson in raising them. "If you wanted to talk, good. I could keep you busy for hours just nodding along to whatever you wanted to tell me."

Shiloh looked at their friend, who was looking at them expectantly. "sure. whatcha got?"

Blue looked up at the sky, "Hmmm, maybe the clouds have the answers? Clouds come in all kinds of shapes. Like that one, y'see that one?"

Blue didn't exactly have hands to point with. Shiloh nodded, "you mean the white one?"

"Yeah, that cloud! It looks like a, uh, it looks like a Squawking Billy! You've seen one, right?"

Shiloh nodded, "yeah, ive seen em."

"Yeah it looks like that! But, um, that's not a good name. Ooh, maybe that cloud! It looks like a.... A rock! Like a big rock! But you're not a rock type, I think, I don't think there's yellow rock types. Are you a rock type?"

Shiloh shook their head, "nope."

Shiloh didn't know why they stayed. They could have walked off at any point and continued on their journey. But it wasn't like they had a destination in mind. And Blue made for good company. It reminded Shiloh of themself when they were younger. When they had energy, they had it in bulk. They questioned everything, Shiloh remembered how their mom used to joke that their first word was "why". Shiloh was a strange kid. But....

Was that even them?

Did they have a childhood, really?

These were borrowed memories. Maybe their childhood, their real childhood, was in a glass tube, unable to form memories and-

"Whatcha think?"

Shiloh snapped out of their spiraling thoughts, "huh?"

Blue sat up, "Didya fall asleep on me? I didn't mean to make you sleepy!"

"no, sorry, i just- long day. er, long week." They stopped for a second, before realizing Blue would probably interrogate them on the contents of their week, "you- did you find a good cloud?"

Blue fell on their back again with a wide grin, "Yeah! Well, no. I didn't find a good cloud, I found the best cloud ever! See it? Its the tiny one up there!"

Shiloh, much to their surprise, thought they knew which cloud Blue was talking about. Though, they could have been completely off. "oh, uh, yeah. its pretty."

"Yeah! And you know what it looks like?"

Shiloh stared at that tiny cloud. It was drifting away fast. As it drifted, its shape changed. It was probably two clouds, one behind the other and both moving. The two clouds together would give the illusion of an ever-changing shape.

They squinted, trying to make out a shape before it changed, "uhhh maybe a-"

Shiloh was interrupted before they could finish, "A cloud! Whadya think? I think your name should be Cloud!"

"oh, uh.... sure, okay."

Blue abruptly stood up, "Alright! Now I got 32 whole friends and one of them is Cloud! I think we should do something fun to celebrate! 32 is a really cool number!"

Shiloh nodded, "sure. whatcha thinking?"

"Um, uh.... Oh! I got a surprise! Come on, follow me, Cloud!"

[bloodredx]

Day 11: Birthday

The sound of the waves were crashing on the nearby beach, a sound that Isiri was just starting to get used to. Waves didn’t curl like that in the deep, the currents were felt, sure, but sound was only a distant, dull hum. One that the sea carried with the rest of the clatter of life and activity. It was rhythmic and charming, a luxury that made her near jealous of the Shallow folk. The perpetual twilight sky in this part of Kre-Salis was beautiful, not too bright for her, but not so dark that her new companions couldn’t make out the details. Apparently that was an issue, but then again, they were shocked the lights bothered her so. Her gills were flushed with water, fresh and light, with each wave as she leaned comfortably against a rock. It was a beautiful, fleeting moment of peace. Her fingers traced along a ridge of orange sediment in the brown stones as Powder was fumbling with something behind her.

Turning slowly, her companion’s face was uncharacteristically serious, her tongue sticking out slightly as she was scribbling onto the surface of a white object that smelled of cellulose. Powder’s boot-clad feet dangled off the same rock Isiri was leaning on, putting the two at near equal head level. “Ok!” Powder’s voice rang out over the lull of the surf so loud that it may have frightened Isiri, but she had felt the human’s movements before she even made them. “Hard part done, let me do the others.”

Isiri tilted her head in her characteristic manner. “Hard part? What’s going on?”

Powder’s face reddened quickly, and her graphite coated fingers fidgeted idly with her earring. “Oh, nothing you need to stress about. Sierra just asked me to handle some of your documentation.”

This wasn’t the whole truth, the slight stutter in Powder’s muscular contractions alerted Isiri to this discrepancy. But she was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Documentation? What for?”

Powder flipped over the white cellulose, quickly at that, obscuring the black and grey markings on the previous page such that Isiri caught only a glimpse of it. A glimpse that looked suspiciously like a fin. Powder held up a new page that contained the same scribbles of language that humans used to communicate silently, though this one seemed to contain many more straight lines. It seemed odd. “He wanted to get all your info in our system. I’m sure he’s the one to ask about the specifics, but I guess since he’s busy with lectures this week, he wanted me to do it.” She tugged again at her ear, leaving some traces of the black dust on her lobe. “I dunno, seemed odd to me too. But, uh, I ain’t really one to say no to him.”

Her barbels twitched at this, but curiosity got the better of her. “Okay then. What do you need?”

“Oh it’s just a bunch of questions. You just gotta answer.” Powder leaned in close to the page again, squinting with focus. “This should go quick.” She drew a dramatic breath. “Name, don’t even gotta ask you.” Her hand scribbled against the page again. “Alright, when’s your birthday?”

Tentacles wrapped around her chin, scratching absently as she thought about it. “Birth… day? Is this a human term?”

Powder stared back blankly, blinking a moment before uttering softly. “This might actually be the hard part.” She shook her head to recollect her thoughts, gesturing loosely with her off hand. “Like the day you were born? I don’t need the exact moment or anything, just a month and day.”

“Month?” The mermaid was even more lost.

“Oh boy.” Powder rubbed the back of her head. “Uh, how about the time of year?”

“Is this something I should keep track of?” Isiri leaned back, looking over her companion with her giant, blue eyes. No insincerity was there, this was a genuine question. So she pulled into the recesses of her memories, humming deep notes as she did. “My mother mentioned sometime after the 8th moon cycle being gifted with my sister and me. But that’s the earliest thing I can remember her talking about it. I don’t know in truth if that was when were born or when she realized she was gravid.” One of her tentacles wrapped loosely around Powder’s ankle as she flushed her gills clean. “Is that enough?”

Squinting into the middle distance, Powder shook her head free of her own thoughts, clearing away that same red flush coating her cheeks from before. “Uh, I guess it’ll have to do. That Earth jargon is Sierra’s problem.” She scratched again into the cellulose, hand stalling for a moment. “…Wait.”

“Hmm?” Isiri again tilted her head in confusion.

Powder practically threw down what she was writing on behind her, quickly grasping her hands against Isiri’s cheeks. The mermaid was stunned with the sudden motion, not knowing what to do beside stare into Powder’s deep, brown eyes. Her lips were curled into a mischievous grin as her scratchy voice shouted over the roar of the waves. “You’ve never had a birthday party!”

Isiri didn’t know if they were being threatened or what, but Powder’s heart was beating faster than her normal levels of excitement. Isiri wasn’t about to complain about the direct contact though. “Uh, no. I can’t say that I have.”

“Oh man, we have GOT to set one up for you. You’ll love it! There’s presents and all your friends are there. Plus cake!” She smiled earnestly before frowning. “Wait, you can’t have cake, right. Uh, I guess fish cakes are a thing? But that’s a little different. Whatever.” She waved away the thought with a short motion of her hand. “We’ve gotta do this. C’mon.”

Standing suddenly, she collected all her things that had been scattered across the surface of the rock into a jumbled mess in her arms. Wanting to know exactly where this was going, Isiri pulled a bubble of sea water out from the surface, and made herself cozy mid-air as she waited for Powder to be ready to go wherever they were headed. Once everything was shoved into her bag, Powder grabbed Isiri’s wrist through the cold water of the bubble, pulling her along with excitement. Isiri giggled softly, still very confused, but humans had such novel ideas regarding celebrations and what was worth celebrating; certainly this would be no different.  

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here. Powder belongs to @gi-ie-ru.)

[jaeparrk]

take my heart, my rose 🌹

[carolmunson]

not givin' it up (rockstar!eddie x actress!reader)

h, smack, dope, horse, snow, persian, white, brown -- no matter what someone called it, he was using it. sometimes the promise of things getting better is enough to keep you coming back for more.

warnings: active drug use, addiction, drug mentions, withdrawal symptoms, manipulation, fighting, swearing, no happy ending, no makeups, just like how shit like this goes down, syringe mention, partying, angst, angst, angst, more angst

The first time you saw Eddie in withdrawal you thought he just had the flu. You had just started getting serious, still like giddy teenagers playing house together. You fawned over him, bringing him soup and crackers, orange juice, ginger ale. New symptoms popping up by the hour: sweating, shakes, aches, running nose, watery eyes, vomiting. “My poor baby,” you’d coo, while he’d whine and toss and turn in his water bed. He’d wake up hyperventilating, pale, vibrating – and it didn’t get better. He would cry at night, while you slept on the couch at the window, thinking you couldn’t hear him. You thought it was just from the pain – you’d shush him and hold him to your chest thinking 'He can’t be contagious at this point’, but he wasn’t contagious at all. After you called him out of rehearsal for the second time, the boys came over and sat you down in the living room. “He’s not sick, the way you think he’s sick,” they tried to explain, but you didn’t wanna believe it. “No, no, I’d know. It’s just the flu, it’s just…” tears welled in your eyes, “It’s the flu, right?” Gareth shook his head no, tapping his foot nervously.

“He – you know he wasn’t using for a bit, he got off it for a while when you both started seeing each other. He was doing really good,” Jeff said, “But you know how things are. In this industry? It’s everywhere.” “He’s so impulsive, and when he’s already in his moods y'know, he just wants to start the next party,” Gareth continued. “It’ll probably be another week, we’ve done this with him before,” Jeff said, putting a hand on your shoulder trying to make you relax. “He’ll be okay, just another week – we promise. We’ll help you.” They did, the whole band moved in for a week and a half – all half ready to call 911 at any sign of a turn for the worse. He recovered, slowly but surely, finding energy to get out of bed the following Tuesday. You’d repeat this process a few more times over a couple years until he finally decided he needed to go to rehab. It was all over the news: CORRODED COFFIN’S BAD BOY GETS CLEAN. As clean as he could – at least he wasn’t doing opiates (for now). It was the time after rehab that sent you over the edge. When he came back from the hospital, he saw you in the Hollywood house at the door with your bags packed. Two full sets of Louis Vuitton luggage filled the foyer. “Baby?” he asked, “You goin’ somewhere?”

“I gotta go, Ed,” you said with a sniffle, “Can’t do it anymore, I just – I can’t do this with you anymore.”

“Whaddaya mean? Can’t do this with me?” he asked with a smile like he didn’t know what you were talking about, but his face was pained. He shut the door behind him, pulling you in so you hips were on his, his hands lacing over your lower back.

“I’m done with it, sweet thing, I promise,” he said, “This time, I’m done.”

“You said that last time,” you cried, “And the time before.”

“I know,” Eddie admitted, his voice low, “But I mean it. I’m done.”

“If it happens again…” you sighed, “I’m done, okay? It’s me or its her.”

“Heroin’s got nothin’ on you, baby,” he smiled, you didn’t smile back. He pulled you into his chest, rocking you slowly while you rode out the rest of your cry.

“Let me help you unpack, pretty girl,” he muttered, “Just relax. I’m here now, I’m with you.”

He got your name tattooed on his hip the next week just to prove he meant it. He’d never touch opiates, as long as you were in his life, he had no reason to do it again.

You left for Canada to guest star for a few episodes of a new TV show feeling confident, a couple months out there and then you’d be home. He’d be touring anyway, shows and press – the boys would be with him the whole time. You had nothing to worry about – he called every day, he sounded lucid, bright, aware. He told you about the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that.

It was okay. It was gonna be okay. You were so excited to surprise him at home a day early that you left your luggage a mess in the foyer, hearing him moving around in the main living room.

“Baby!” you called out, “I’m home! I’m –” but it wasn’t your 'baby’ on the couch. Ed was in the center, bent at the hips low, straw in his nose finishing up a line on the table. A pill bottle opened and empty, Oxy or Dilaudid you guessed, four lines neatly lined up behind the one he just finished. At the end of the table, a tied off baggie, a syringe in its packaging, his old tourniquet and a spoon. “Were you just gonna do it all in one go?” you asked, unsure how the question even left your lips. “Oh shit, shit, fuck,” Eddie said, holding his nostril with his knuckle, “Baby, baby no this isn’t–” “What is it then?” you interrupted, your heart was racing, “What the fuck is it? What the fuck is it, Eddie?” “Tour was gettin’ hard, baby,” his face contorted, his eyes watering, “I missed you.” “Missed me?” you asked, your voice starting to shrill, “Looks like you missed someone else.” “No, please, no,” he said, rubbing his eyes nervously, tears pouring down his face, “I didn’t mean to, you know it’s hard for me. You know how it gets, baby, I swear I–” “I told you,” your voice was low and grave, “That you had a choice. It was between me or her, and you picked her.” “I–I didn’t,” he said, realizing what you meant, realizing he was gonna lose you, “I didn’t choose–I’d never choose heroin. B-baby please believe me. It’s always you, I prom-promise.” “You chose, you chose what you wanted!” you started yelling once the hurt kicked in, kicking the edge of the table, the glass jumping out of place. The left over lines he had perfectly curated fell apart, the syringe and spoon clattered to the floor, the tourniquet bouncing under the couch.

“So get out! Get the fuck out! This is my house!” your voice was strong but you were shaking inside, refusing to cry, “You made your choice!”

“GET. OUT. Ed,” you hissed, your eyes bulging while he sat on the couch. He hid his face, hair shaking with his body while he cried into his hands. “B-baby please, no, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “I didn’t even–I didn’t–I didn’t even do it. I didn’t shoot up, I–”

“You didn’t do it because YOU GOT CAUGHT,” you yelled, “Do you think I’m fucking STUPID? This was all here and set up by accident?!”

“N-no, I d-don’t,” he said, lifting his head to face you. His head slipped down and then back up as he caught himself slipping under, his brown eyes shining with tears and guilt, “I fucked up, I’m sorry.”

“You really did, you really fucked up, Ed–” “I messed up, please p-please let me fix it, I’ll go–” he stumbled to find his words, starting to slur, slowly standing up, “I’ll go back t-t-to rehab, just p-pleasedon'leaveme, don'leaveme. Please, I’ll do'nything.”

He moved slow towards you, his head dipping, bending at the hip, his breath getting ragged.

“Ed, sit down,” your voice got small while you watched him start to nod off, he looked so sick, “Sit down, Eddie.” You stopped him from coming towards you, guiding him back towards the couch. He sat back, his head turning to the side, his eyes half lidded. “You with me?” you asked him, taking his head in your hands, “You with me right now? Should I call an ambulance?” He took a sharp intake of breath, stretching his eyes open, only for them to become half lidded again. It hurt him to be honest with you, more tears spilling out while he fell in and out of the moment, “J-just did two, just did two.”

“Two what? Two pills? Two lines?” you asked. “Two lines,” he said, his face relaxing into the high, “Just gonna sleep. Gonna sleep it–gonna–gonna sleep it off.” “Ed?” you said, your voice was far away and fading, “Eddie?” — Eddie woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat – he felt like shit. The living room was dark, light shining in from the chandelier on in the sprawling foyer. He inched his way up off the couch, coughing into his elbow, smacking his tongue against the top of his mouth thickly. He looked down at the table, still covered in powder, the little baggie of Persian still sitting there, goading him. He picked it up and put it in his pocket, guilt pouring over him while he remembered your face when you came in. So disappointed, like he did it to hurt you. “Baby?” he called out hoarsely – but it was a big house. The likelihood of you hearing him was slim. It was likely you had gone to bed anyway. He shuffled slowly to the kitchen, having to stop every few steps to dry heave, the cool sweat starting to pour from him now. He really fucking did it this time, christ. He cursed himself for not being used to it by now, the aches, the pains. He flicked on the light, squinting at the harshness. The white of the marble counter top offending whatever headache was starting to brew behind his eyes – but by the grace of whoever left it, there was a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol already out for him. His heart swelled, he knew it was you. Your little ritual, he gets fucked up, you fix it better.

But as soon as his heart swelled, it sunk. Next to the glass was a small plate with your engagement ring on it. The stone sparkled brilliantly, like you had cleaned it before you left it there. Under the ring was a single line note scrawled on your stationary in curly script.

Call me when you choose yourself.

Eddie took a harsh breath in, and started to cry.

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.