#or maybe I’d flip him and pin him to the ground?

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Hey Eric! Pick on someone your own size!

Oh sorry, you did! 😂

Thanks to @mindofotherstars for unearthing this gem!

[calcifiedunderland]

Shrimply Yours~

In which you invoke your shrimp privileges to cheer Floyd up.

Floyd x GN Reader! Enjoy, shrimpies!!~

—————

“Y’know Floyd, I’d say you’re the shrimp, not me.”

Maybe you really did have a death-by-squeezing wish. Or maybe your plot-armor protection had finally worn off. The eel in question lifted his head slowly at your words and side-eyed you, his golden eye glinting ominously in the Mostro Lounge kitchen’s light.

You’d been washing the dishes after asking Azul for a job in exchange for a little extra madol on the side. For the most part, your day had been as peaceful as it could’ve (the life of a magicless prefect was always maniacal), until you heard arguing from outside the kitchen. You all but jumped when Floyd slammed the door open and wordlessly stalked to the stove, and you spotted Azul walking off shaking his head to himself. Floyd shoved pan on the heat and began frying something, completely ignoring your presence. Was it even possible to fry chicken so aggressively?

In any case, Floyd seemed a little more volatile than usual at the moment, even considering it was him. The other students who’d been in the kitchen with you before had scuttled out before Floyd could snap at them too. But in any case, you knew that Floyd’s mood flipped faster than Crowley leaving all his work to you. So, you thought you’d try to lighten the mood.

At your words, Floyd slowly brought his head up from his deep-frying, golden-and-olive colored eyes zeroing in on you, baring his sharp, shiny teeth at you in a scowl. And in that split second, you suddenly remembered that Floyd was, in fact, a mer-eel. Moray, specifically. A predator. A predator that probably ate shrimpies like you. Who was now looking at you predatorily.

“What did ya just say, shrimpy?” His pupils were practically pin-pricks, and for a moment you swore you could hear the Jaws theme song in your head. You could remember, time and time again, your friends and upperclassmen telling you not to engage Floyd when he was in one of his moods. Even up until now, you’d never been on the awful end of his anger, especially alone. But you weren’t called beast-tamer for nothing, damn it, and maybe that title could extend to taming angry Floyd’s too. An angry Floyd that was still your friend.

“I said, you’re the shrimp, not me.” You maintained eye-contact with him, almost challenging him, ‘come at me, bro.’ You tried to keep a straight face, although you were deflating rapidly by the second because by Sevens this was so stupid but-

“Because you’re shrimply amazing.”

One second passed. Two. Three.

Then Floyd broke into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. He surged towards you, completely forgetting the frying food. “D’awww, SHRIMPY!!!”

He swooped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. Your legs flailed around and now your arms were locked in as Floyd spun around the kitchen haphazardly with you in his arms. “Shrimpy knows just how to cheer me up! I knew this is why I kept you around!” He laughed cheerily, bobbing you up and down.

“FLOYD!” You cried, “PUT ME DOWN-“ the kitchen swirled crazily around you, as Floyd babbled some song or other cheerfully. Thankfully he’d stopped spinning, but began shaking you side to side while humming, “Shrimpy’s so brave n’ nice, all the other guppies left when they saw me but only Shrimpy stayed!”

He started pouting, and squished his cheek into yours. “Azul was bein’ mean to me, making me work now. Just ‘cause I roughed up a few customers doesn’t mean it was my fault! They shoulda been nice to me~”

Even though you were basically suspended in the air by him, you smiled at Floyd’s words. “Glad I could help Floyd, that was so mean of Azul,” you consoled him, hoping he’d put you down. He bent over until your feet were safely on the sweet, sweet ground, but didn’t let you go from his arms. The two of you swayed together, basking in each other’s company in the subpar lighting of the kitchen, until you frowned.

“���Hey, is something burning?”

“Ah shit, I burned the chicken.”

———

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Thinking about playfighting with Rafayel

+ brief sexual content, play fighting, subby rafayel

Your sweet, dramatic friend of a man. Your fights with him normally stay in the verbal arena, where he excels at throwing playful jabs, sassy remarks, the quick teasing nickname, and occasional cocky comment. When he’s smart-mouthed one too many times, oh, that’s when you have to drag him into your arena. It never hurts to teach your Lemurian charge who’s the real boss from time to time.

It never goes far; you think he might be a little too delicate for your full strength. So, you stick to a quick tackle, some torturous tickles, and silly pokes, all in attempts to make his face go a lovely shade of red and hear him beg for mercy. You love when he’d whine your name and plead for forgiveness while the angry pout and glare after would always be the icing on a very much deserved cake.

Sometimes, when he’s in a cheerful mood, he fights back, determined to give you a taste of your own medicine.

It always ends up with you two on the ground in front of his couch. You pin him on his stomach to punish him for defying you, and he tries his best to regain dominance. Even with all his squiggling and wiggling like an octopus out of water, he won’t be able to get you off.

Forcing yourself to lie on top of him and pressing your chest into his back, you ignore his demands for you to let him up, not until he apologizes. Ah, but he never wants to give in right away, and you up your force a little as he tries to flip you over.

Then, there’s a tug.

It’s an accident.

You weren’t entirely paying attention to where your hand was until there’s already wavy purple strands tangled around your fingers and the loud moan that filled the room was already beginning to fade away. It leaves you frozen with Rafayel whose hair is clutched in your hands and whose ears and face are very, very deep red.

This is certainly a first.

“Did you just—” you ask.

“No,” he groans out, but his denial is short lived because you just can’t resist teasing him and seeing that blushing face of his, so obviously, you have to experiment by giving another light tug. It yields the same result: a whine held deep in his throat and the tensing of his legs under you.

“Stop,” he says. “You’re gonna—”

You cut him off with a grunt, already knowing where he was going.

“Turn you on?” You finish for him. “Don't tell me you have a hard on.”

The pout he gives is adorable, his face brightly decorated like a bucket of vermillion paint was dumped on him. He lifts his arm to his face, trying to hide the blush behind his hand, which you take that to mean as a ‘yes’.

“What else do you expect to happen when you do that?” he comments between heavy breathes, and the absolute embarrassment laced in his voice makes a tingle go down your spine as he sputters out lame excuse after excuse – it was reflex, random timing, the rubbing, to try not to get too full of yourself—like he was an inexperienced young man dealing with his first rush of hormones.

All you could hear was your own thoughts whirling faster and faster and the adorably flustered sounds of his voice straining as you repositioned on top of him.

“Round 2,” you whisper then blow against the back of his heated neck, causing him to shudder.

A lightly grumbled “shameless as always,” puffs from behind his trembling hand. But when have you ever led him to believe that you weren’t especially in situations like these?

You squeeze your hand between his stomach and the floor, slowly drawing it down and stopping at his belt. He doesn't fight it, doesn't move even, maybe is silently anticipating this even more than you. Still, you’re not “shameless” enough to not give him a choice in the matter.

“Last chance to tap out, fishie. Apologize,” you warn.

It takes him time to respond, but when he does you can’t resist smirking. He finally asks, “Do you really think I’d give in so easily? Do your worst.”

You nearly laugh. That’s what you thought.

[ddarker-dreams]

play wrestling — blade.

Embarrassment doesn’t find you easily.

To experience embarrassment implies a degree of self-awareness. While you possess some, it’s decreased significantly compared to your earlier years. Such is the natural progression of life. This is why you felt free to act on a little impulse, initially uncaring of how it’d reflect on you.

However, faced with two eyes as crimson as freshly spilled blood, you can’t help but do some reassessing.

“… What are you doing?” Blade asks, dryly. You feel the low rumble of his baritone voice against your palms, which you’ve splayed against his chest. His neutral countenance doesn’t give much away. According to your peer-reviewed scientific analysis, he alternates between three expressions — apathy, irritation, and wrath. There is an additional secret one for when it’s just the two of you and he doesn’t think you’re looking.

From what you can tell, you’ve landed yourself on the apathetic side of the spectrum. You can work with that. You’ll commit to the bit.

“Besting an intergalactic criminal in combat, obviously,” you scoff, faking a bravado you don’t have.

“Hm.”

“…”

“…”

Is he not going to do anything to free himself from this position?!

Blade had silently slid himself next to where you sat on the floor, playing with your phone. This unique opportunity activated a primal part of your brain that probably should’ve stayed in the vault. You wrangled him down. Now, he’s lying flat on his back, with you sitting victorious atop his lower abdomen. Long strands of his black hair fall along his side, painting a pretty picture. You suppress the urge to run your hands through his silky locks. That can come later, you have an objective to achieve.

“Are you finished?”

“Wh— well, no,” you frown. And here you thought he might indulge you. “You have to, y’know, fight back…?”

He raises an eyebrow and you want to groan.

“But I’d win.”

The declaration is made like it’s a foregone conclusion. Which, if you’re being honest, isn’t wrong. Still, he should give you some credit. You can hold your own in a fight! Maybe you’re not waving-around-a-three-thousand-pound-ancient-sword good, but you’re decent enough. He’s no fun. Kafka would’ve played around with you.

“How can you be so sure— eek!”

He grabs you by the shoulders and flips you around, reversing your position. Despite the immense speed he used, your head doesn’t hit the ground hard like it should’ve. He cushioned the impact by essentially cradling the back of your head with his hand. This is why you never believe him when he denies being a ‘secret softie.’ You know the truth.

“This is how,” he says.

You pout. “Did I at least put up a good fight?”

His silence speaks volumes.

After getting his fill of how nice you look beneath him, he climbs off you. The second you’re no longer restrained, you begin your counterattack. You lunge at him, intending to pin him down, only to feel the cool leather of his gloves against your wrists. You struggle valiantly to regain your freedom. All this does is amuse him further.

“We’re pretty evenly matched, right?” You ask, beginning to grow breathless from the energy you’re exerting.

The corners of his lips twitch upward.

“Mhm. Right.”

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

The headache Y/n felt forming after finding out about Bruce and Talia having a son was painful.

“After all those talks he gave me about protection.” Dick scoffed.

Y/n looked at her new brother who looked like a feral kitten who was ready to claw and hiss at anyone who approached him.

“Tt, I don’t see how you are Father’s Daughter, your mother wasn’t even married to him. Meaning you hold no claim to Father’s company or his assets.” He spat. He was quite smug with himself.

“Listen pipsqueak—“ Tim started but Y/n motioned for him to stop. She turned her attention back to Damian.

“Look I don’t know what you were told but I promise you I don’t want to run his company, hell I’d rather not be heiress to the money either. Bruce is my Father not my atm or trust fund. And if that’s all the things you’ve been led to believe then you’re sadly mistaken.”

Damian lunged at her and quickly moved out of his grasp, she turned towards him and flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arm back.

Dick and Tim stood there in awe.”I know you’re an assassin kid, but make no mistake I will break this little hands of yours if you try that again.” She left the room without another word and Damian grumbled as Tim chuckled smugly in the corner.

Damian avoided Y/n while she visited the Manor. They spoke a total of two times in the first few days. By day three Y/n figured he’d be more settled into his new home that she could formally introduce herself. She was wrong.

Damian took one look at tried to go in the other direction and she called him but he was too fast for her. She was in her room on a call with Stephanie and Cass who were gutted she wasn’t staying longer, Barbara could be heard in the background on a call with Dinah and Helena.

“You guys know you can visit anytime, besides my roommate when back home to Chicago. So, for the rest of the term I have a whole dorm to myself.” She giggled stuffing some sweaters Alfred had bought for her as he knew winter was approaching and she’d be up late in the library across the campus.

“Well you’ll be back in three weeks for Christmas Break, plus maybe this weekend we can have a day trip I heard Metropolis Mall is having a huge sale for Black Friday!” Stephanie squealed with excitement.

Cass nodded in agreement,she turned her head and looked closely at the screen before speaking.”Damian.”

Y/n world around to find the youngest Wayne in her doorway easedropping.

“I’ll talk to you guys tonight when you stop by before patrol.” They two waved and she hung up turning to the doorway.

“Come in Damian.” Reluctantly he entered her room with a blank expression.

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

He looked down at the ground before speaking,”Grayson talked to me about my actions. I wanted to apologize for comments earlier to you.” He never met her gaze and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the first kid to come in here and feel outraged or confused about your new life Damian, and knowing Dad’s track record I can’t say you’ll be the last. But I accept your apology. Mind telling me what’s behind your back though?”

He handed her a small wooden bird, it was cured and whittled to his shape and it was beautiful sculptured. “Grayson always mentioned your fascination with birds.”

Y/n smiled an took the little bird figure,”thank you Damian it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I would appreciate if this conversation never made it to Drake.”

“Whatever you say kiddo.” She chuckled. As time went on Damian was less abrasive towards the older woman. Usually when the girls would visit her Damian would tag along, of course he said he was forced to come but that was lie. Or when Dick or Bruce would FaceTime her and Damian would demand to talk to his sister but would instantly just ask her about her studies and when would she be returning home. It was kinda cute.

When she returned for Christmas she wasn’t surprised to see Damian tending to his animals but rather who was helping him. A new kid.

Duke:

Duke had heard a lot about his new sister from the other boys, from Cass even Alfred talk about her too.

She was able to get to know Duke when everyone was out running errands for Christmas and he was the only person at the Manor.

“Oh Hi Y/n, Alfred asked me to hang up the garland. Did you need something?”

“No Duke, just passing through, I’m surprised you picked the red and gold one, no one picks that one.”

“Really, I think it’s the most festive.” He chuckled and she entered the lounge and helped him. The two crackled jokes and finish decorating the lounge by the time Alfred and Bruce returned.

“I must say you two make excellent choices with decorations.” Alfred commented.

On Christmas Eve Duke wasn’t around lot of the family. When Y/n asked around no one had seen Duke since Breakfast. Y/n found him in the backyard sitting in the snow. She approached him with a cup of hot chocolate made by Jason.

She sat next to him in silence on noise was them sipping on the hot beverages and sounds of clatter and music from the manor.

For a while they just enjoyed each other company until Duke broke the silence. “Do you think their proud of me, with my decision of be Signal and applying to Gotham University?”

Y/n took a sip of her drink once more before replying,”I think your parents are very proud of you Duke, I believe they would not only want you to be surrounded by people who love you. But to also following your own heart, do what you feel is right for your life.”

He grinned to hisself before speaking again.”I guess so my Dad always wanted me to beat to my own drum. I just..I don’t wanna let anyone down, my parents, Alfred, Bruce..you.”

She turned to him,”Me?”

He nodded softly. “Everyone talks so highly of you, even Damian. I was scared that I’d let everyone down.”

“Duke Thomas Wayne! You could never let me down, I’m sister I’m not going to make you feel bad about your decision. Besides have you seen the rest of the family, just finishing High School is enough to make Alfred happy.” The two busted out laughing before the wind and the snow began to fall down.

“Come along little Brother it’s getting cold and so is the rest of my cocoa.”

On Christmas Morning everyone torn into their gifts and after that everyone opened their gifts Duke found Y/n in the library.

“Hey, thank you for yesterday, I just talked to Dick and he helped me finish my application for Gotham University and I may even have submitted one last night Metropolis University too.”

She chuckled,”Aww Duke that’s amazing I can’t want for them to come in the mail.”

Y/n helped Duke a lot with his last remaining High School affairs like signing up for the SATs, applying for other colleges one that were so close to home in case Duke wanted to try something new. She even helped him with his AP homework though she did secretly get Jason’s help with his English papers and Tim definitely didn’t glance over and make notes on his math homework to help him understand the concepts better.

When his letters did come in the mail he was accepted into Gotham, Central City, Bludhaven and even Star City top universities. But Duke was unsure of himself again and called Y/n who had returned to Metropolis to finish her last few weeks of her degree before graduating that spring.

“What did I say before Thomas, don’t sell yourself short. You earned those spots and if they aren’t where you wanna go you don’t have to. Follow your own drum remember.”

He grinned,”Thank Sis, I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, now before i go will you please tell Dick and Dad that I will call them later, they keep calling and texting me.”

Duke doubled over laughing before telling her he’ll tell them.

Duke was the first one in the car the day before the family went to Y/n’s Graduation, him and his brothers fought over shot gun which was vetoed by Alfred who made them all sit in the back of the car.

By the time the got their the ceremony had begun and a small crowd burst through the auditorium and made their ways to their seats where Clark, Lois, Jon and Diana were already sitting.

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

Luckily Y/n was next and the group from her family was so loud that the crowd chuckled and some joined in too.

She was top of her class and even gave the speech for them.

After walking outside she was swept up to strong arms.”I’ve very proud of you.” Bruce said.

“Thanks Dad, but you’re crushing me.” Bruce reluctantly released her but she she immediately hugged by her brothers and sisters.

“You’ve made us so proud little Bat.” Dick practically sob.

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

“Well what will you do know, are staying here or will you move back to Gotham?” Tim questioned.

She shrugged,”I dunno I will come home for a bit before I decide though.”

A choir of Yes from Damian, Duke, and Alfred didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.” Jason side hugged her.

Alder sobbed and received everyone attention,”it feels me with joy to know at least one of you finished college.”

“But Alfre—

“Silence Master don’t ruin my moment.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Clark and Lois chuckled and Diana shook her head before turning to the graduate.

“Well young one you’ve accomplished much today and I think you should be very proud of yourself.”

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

Tim scoffed,”B practically ran half off the inmates into their cells to not miss today.”

Everyone chuckled as Bruce looked aloof and starting walk towards the door,”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

—-

I hope you enjoyed this miniseries. I will do more with different people in the DC Universe.

Specifically with the other teams next to either the JLU or the titans or all of them in some capacity.

My asks are open so please, leave me any Requests! ☺️

[adamstnheights]

Simon “Ghost” Riley NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I am a sucker for NSFW alphabets so I thought I’d make my own for our resident meow meow Ghost <3

Content: AFAB reader. Pure smut. Also for this one, the reader is in Task Force 141 too, perhaps how they met :)

Word Count: 5k

18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI!!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely cuddly. He’ll immediately pull you close to him, engulfing you in his warm arms and nuzzling his face in your hair or your shoulder. He’ll press kisses on your forehead and rub circles along your back as both of your breathing syncs up. At the beginning of your relationship, he didn’t know much aftercare etiquette, but over time, he’s learned how to dote on you properly. If you even try to get up out of bed, he’ll gently push you back down and insist that you stay comfortable while he goes to get you a damp washcloth and a glass of water. When he returns, he’ll pull you close to him and ask you how you’re feeling, if anything hurts, or if he did anything too harshly. He’s always scared of disappointing you or accidentally doing something to make you uncomfortable. He likes it when you two lay back down, facing each other, and he can feel your soft skin against his. He’ll wrap his arms around your back and hold you close, feeling grounded and so lucky that he has you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s most proud of his physique—his chest and his arm muscles. He likes his hands as well, or moreso the way that his hands look so huge in comparison to yours; the way he can wrap his whole hand around both of your wrists to pin them up above you.

His favorite body part of yours is your thighs; he loves squeezing them lovingly when you’re just sitting together and he wants to rile you up. When he’s eating you out, his hands will be gripping your thighs like he’s holding on for dear life, trying to hold you in place as he licks and sucks you. Similarly, he loves your tits because he can grab onto them as well while he’s fucking into you. If you’re riding him, he can lean up and suck on one while kneading the other. He likes your hands and how delicate they are when they roam his body, trace over his scars, and massage his scalp when he’s laying in bed with you. He also likes how small your hands look when they’re wrapped around his thick cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves coming inside of you. It feels the most intimate to him and he loves the idea of marking you as his. Watching his cum spill out of you as he gets up to get you a warm washcloth is the hottest thing to him. He doesn’t necessarily have a breeding kink—his personal thoughts on having kids tend to go back and forth often—but the way you moan and spasm around him as you feel his cum shoot deep inside of you makes him go feral. On the less-common occasion that he pulls out and cums all over your stomach and chest, he’ll lick it off of you and spit his cum into your mouth, feeding you. Then he’ll kiss you, messily, enjoying the taste of him and you on your lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you and Simon began officially seeing each other, he had a huge crush on you. For a while, he honestly didn’t even know what his feelings for you were until Price and Soap kept pestering him as to why he would always gravitate towards you. Perhaps that was why Price partnered you and Simon up for combat training on base (Maybe a little bit of close-contact will open his eyes, thought Price). For a whole day, you and Simon were training together, practicing different stealth and strength moves on each other, touching each other, grabbing each other… Simon could barely keep his head on straight. He became so disoriented that he allowed you to just completely flip him over and pin him down on the training mat. It was probably one of the first times he’d ever been able to stare up at you and the way you gazed down at him with your legs locked around his body, pinning him down, it made his cock twitch.

Simon had scrambled and grumbled something about him being done for the day, and luckily most of the others were already clearing out from the gym/training area. You’d raised your eyebrows at him and held out your hand to help him off the ground, which he hesitantly took, feeling his cock growing even harder in his pants. You had quickly slipped away back to your room, also being completely flustered by the whole situation. This left Simon to go back into the locker room to shower. No… he shouldn’t… but fucking hell he was so hard. As he stood in the shower, he just couldn’t help but lean his one arm against the tiled walls and slip his other hand down and around his hard cock. He shut his eyes tight, imagining you, thinking about your intense gaze looking down upon him, as he pumped his cock over and over again. A few grunts and groans escaped his lips despite trying to be quiet, not knowing how he would deal if anyone walked in and caught him. He didn’t let up with his pace, though, his whole body jerking forward as he got closer and closer. He came long and hard, in the showers, thinking of you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has some experience, but nothing too intimate. He’s had his fair share of one night stands, but those hardly gave him the ability to really get used to someone else’s body and their sexual desires or to do much of any experimenting. Obviously, he’s never really felt comfortable enough to open up to someone in such a vulnerable activity until he met you. He knows the basics, but now that he has you, he’s eager and focused on learning exactly what you like and what makes you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Call him vanilla, but I think Simon’s favorite position is missionary. He’s able to see your face and all the expressions you make while you come undone under him, and he can clearly hear all of the delicious sounds you make. He can reach down to cup your jaw and look deep into your eyes while he’s fucking you and he can lean down, nuzzling into your shoulder, and whisper filthy things into your ear. He can also easily rub your clit or hold a vibrator on your clit while he’s thrusting into you.

His other go-to positions include doggy style (he loves grabbing onto your waist and ass, as well as being able to grab your hair to pull your head back to kiss you), up against the wall or standing (he loves that he’s able to easily lift you up off the ground and put you where he wants you, he loves manhandling you), cuddlefucking you from behind (he loves gripping your thigh to hold your one leg up and lazily thrusting into you, also he loves being able to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him), and cowgirl (he can lay back and look all over your gorgeous body, grabbing at your tits and losing his mind as you bounce on his cock).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simon is definitely more serious in the moment—not the same kind of serious when he’s leading a mission, but more of a passionate seriousness. Part of it stems from his own self-consciousness. Being in such a passionate, intimate moment with you only makes him second guess himself, of whether he’s even worthy of being with you. So more times than not, he’s not as humorous or sarcastic as he usually is when you’re hanging out with the rest of the team. He’s focused, intense on pleasuring you and showing his love for you. That won’t stop him from cracking a joke if the opportunity arises, but he’s mostly trying to live in the moment and cherish the time he gets to be with you in an intimate way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps up a small amount of trimming upkeep, simply for his and your comfort. Also he has a happy trail!!! And God help him if he ever shaves it because you will be fucking pissed. You love it when he’s just wearing sweatpants or boxers and you can see the trail of hair around his belly button teasingly going down, hidden by the bottoms he’s wearing. No doubt you will be on your knees in front of him within seconds.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the stereotypical romantic, clearly. Hell, most of the time, he truly doesn’t even feel as though he deserves to have you. He won’t light candles or scatter flower petals over your bed (at least, not because he thought of it himself; he definitely would do it if you expressed that you wanted it). But when he has you naked in bed, he takes his time with you, wanting you to feel properly loved and cared for, and he wants you to look into his eyes so he can see your love (and you can see his). He loves it when you maintain eye contact with him while he’s fucking you, feeling his whole body tense with pleasure knowing that you’re seeing him, all of him through his eyes, and you’re coming undone because of him. He likes it when your foreheads are pressed together while he’s thrusting into you and rubbing your clit and he’s nodding his head at you, urging you to cum, and you’re nodding your head feverishly back as he’s talking you through your orgasm and you’re digging your nails into his arms as you let yourself go.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simon is so attached to you that even jerking off without you there feels wrong to him. He knows that he could if he wanted to, especially if he’s on a mission and doesn’t have you. However, he’d much rather call you up and balance his phone in between his shoulder and his ear as he’s jerking himself off and panting while listening to you touch yourself on the other end of the line. He loves to hear your muffled voice telling him that you’re close and that you want him to cum with you. If he does reach the point where he has to jerk off without you there in any capacity, he’ll do it, but it really won’t be enough to satiate him. He’ll be frustrated and pent up until he can see you again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Firm believer that Simon likes to give up control sometimes in the bedroom. Given his position of authority in 141 and the pressure he feels every day on base and especially during a mission, Simon likes to be able to let go of that control with you. After all, so much of his pleasure comes from watching you feel pleasure and do what makes you turned on the most, so he will always let you take control if you express that desire. When he’s on top of you, kissing you intensely, you can push at his chest and move to get him to flip over on his back, you on top of him, grabbing at his wrists on either side of his head. Even though he has the strength to manhandle you back under him, he loves it when you take control like that.

He also has a size kink. He loves having you sit at the edge of the bed, standing in front of you and seeing just how small you are, looking up at him. He loves seeing your small hands struggle to wrap fully around his cock and how wide you have to open your mouth just to take the head in. He has the ease of being able to pick you up and move you into whatever position he wants, to flip you over completely or hold both of your legs up or grab both of your arms to get more leverage. One of his favorites is how he’s able to hold both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands, or how big his hand looks when he snakes it up and around your neck, just slightly squeezing the sides.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For the most part, Simon feels the most comfortable at his place or the place that the two of you share. It’s the only place he really feels able to relax, let alone get into a compromising situation with you. It’s very rare that he would be down to fuck in a public or semi-public area, he would have to be so riled up and have some sort of reassurance that you wouldn’t get caught by random strangers (ie. sneaking away to one of the spare bedrooms in Price’s house when he’s hosting a dinner party).

In terms of your place, though, Simon will take you anywhere. He likes fucking you in bed the most, but also favors the couch when you’re both watching a movie and your hands begin to wander around his body and he gets so turned on that he just has to turn and grab you and kiss you hard, sliding his hands down your waist. He also likes to be cheeky and distract you from cooking in the kitchen, pressing himself up against you from behind and kissing your neck until you melt in his arms. In a matter of seconds, he’ll spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, getting onto his knees to pleasure you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sure, it sounds cliche, but Simon’s whole motivation is you . Forget sexually for a second, but romantically he is just so so in love with you. He can’t believe that anyone else on this Earth would ever love him and care for him, but you do, and he will be forever grateful. He was kind of forced to accept that he had no family, and for most of his life he was okay with that, but now that he has you, he never wants to imagine his life without you. You’re his family, his everything. That being said, you turn him on so much . It doesn’t matter what time of day or what you’re wearing, the second you enter his view, Simon is practically making heart eyes at you (and his cock is immediately twitching).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

My hot take is that I firmly believe he would not have a daddy kink. His own childhood trauma with his father would make that a huge turn-off for him. (He’d rather you call him Lieutenant or Sir, if anything.)

Also, anything too rough, borderline inflicting pain onto you (even if you insist that you’d like it) Simon would not be into. He can certainly indulge you in spanking or light choking or a certain level of manhandling, but anything that he personally feels is a little too intense, he will refuse. He doesn’t want to feel like he is genuinely hurting you, even if consent is given. Yeah, the bruises on your ass from him spanking it are hot, or the red marks around your wrists from when he pinned your hands above your head, but seeing those kinds of marks on you makes him instinctively feel bad. He’ll apologize over and over while rubbing his hand over your red skin soothingly or pressing a warm wet washcloth to any bruised area, needing lots and lots of reassurance that he didn’t hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He could eat you out for hours. He has before. He loves situating himself between your legs and holding your thighs apart as he licks and sucks at your cunt. Loves it when you grab at his hair and close your thighs around his head. He’ll tongue-fuck you while rubbing wet circles over your clit with his thumb and using his other hand to press gently down right below your belly button, adding pressure that makes you feel even more pleasure. Will also lick and suck on your clit eagerly while he slips two fingers into your cunt, curling them inside you and trying to hit your g-spot. Just obsessed with your pussy, he gets drunk off of being in between your legs. Simon makes sure that both of his hands and his mouth are on you at all times, and he loves it when you reach your hand out to grasp his because he’s making you feel so good. I also think that while he’s eating you out, he’ll be grinding his cock into the mattress desperately, moaning into your cunt. And unless the both of you just couldn’t wait, Simon likes to make you cum at least once with his mouth before fucking you.

In terms of himself, he isn’t nearly as adamant about getting his dick sucked, but he certainly won’t pass it up if you’re offering. Again, most of his pleasure comes from your pleasure, so when you’re drooling and moaning on his cock, he’s going to be in absolute bliss. It turns him on so much how both of your hands can wrap around his cock and you can pump him while sucking and licking at the head. He also likes it when you press both of your hands down on his inner thighs so he can’t buck up into you while you bob on his cock. And of course, he loves it when you take your mouth off of his cock, spit falling from your lips, and you crawl up on top of him and kiss him hard.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the day and the mood. Simon is very good at adapting (on the battlefield and in the bedroom!) so he can easily go from roughly fucking you to slowly and passionately making love to you. If you two start off pretty hot and heavy but need to take it slower, he’ll turn you so you can lie on your back comfortably and he’ll thrust lazily into you so you can both catch your breath. He’ll kiss down your neck and your chest, shuddering when you run your fingers through his hair. Likewise, if you’re starting things slowly but you moan out “Faster!”, Simon will absolutely oblige within seconds. He’ll grip onto your waist or your thighs tightly and begin fucking into you faster, grunting as he quickens his pace and makes you cry out.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I doubt Simon would ever refuse a quickie, it’s just that he prefers being able to get comfortable and take his time with you. If you entice him enough to get him to sneak off into the locker rooms or have you quickly before you have to go somewhere, he’ll glady lift you up into his arms and fuck you against the wall until he’s cumming deep inside of you. However, I definitely believe that a quickie is also a promise that he will take care of you properly later that night, when he can lay you down somewhere comfortable and get on his knees in front of you and eat you out until you cum at least twice. To Simon, a quickie is a fun prelude to the main event, even if it takes a few hours to get there. Quickies are also usually the times that he’ll fuck you with the balaclava and/or mask on, assuming that he’s too lazy or rushed to take any of his clothes off. As much as you like it when he takes the mask off and you can see all of him and run your hands through his hair, seeing his intense gaze into your eyes while the rest of his face is covered by the mask is immensely hot, especially when he haphazardly lifts the balaclava over his nose so he can kiss you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely down to experiment, given that you’ve been together for a good amount of time and he fully trusts you. If you’re wanting to try out something new in the bedroom, just bring it up to him! He’ll listen and try to understand exactly what you want so that he can do his best! There’s obviously a scale of things that he would be more game to try and things he would be more hesitant on, but generally I think he’s the type to be willing to try something at least once.

When it comes to risk, however, that’s a whole other story. Most of his insecurities and fears stem from putting those around him in danger, so that’s something that he never wants to do. Even when it comes to sex, he’d never want to do anything that would put you at risk or in a situation you wouldn’t be comfortable with. In terms of getting caught, Simon is acutely aware of making sure that neither of you could potentially be caught in such an indecent position. It’s not that he’d be ashamed if you two got caught in the act, necessarily, but his own self-consciousness would definitely take over and make him feel uncomfortable, even if he was caught mostly clothed. More importantly, he’d be worried that you would feel embarrassed and exposed.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think Simon would usually be able to go two rounds before he would have to take a longer break to get reset and ready to go again. His main focus is pleasing you, of course, and during those breaks he will have no problem going down on you ravenously, wanting to make you cum at least once with just his mouth while his cock gets hard again. For the first two rounds, I believe that Simon would cum deep inside of your cunt, slowly pulling out and watching as his cum continues to paint your gorgeous pussy. He loves having his cock and your pussy glistening in cum as he continues to fuck you over and over again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Simon doesn’t personally own any toys, but that doesn’t mean he’s not open to trying out any or using ones that you already have. He wouldn’t feel threatened if you wanted to use a vibrator, he would eagerly let you work your vibrator over your clit as he fucked you hard and deep. He loves to see the way you come undone with the extra stimulation.

If you want to use any toys on him, he’d probably be more hesitant. Depending on how long you’ve been together, he may not be open to it at first. However, he has to admit he’s intrigued, and on his own time and terms, one day he’ll bring it up to you that he’s willing to try. Part of his own pleasure comes from your pleasure, so if you’re super into using toys on him and it’s riling you up, he will enjoy it that much more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is one of Simon’s favorite things because he knows he can do it so well. He takes pleasure in working you up, tracing his fingers along your body in bed in the morning only to then get up to make breakfast, leaving you wanting more. He can tease for hours, days even. Of course, he’s also going crazy for you, but he’s just better at keeping a straight face and hiding it. You, meanwhile, will get more and more whiny, more and more pent up.

One night you’ll be sitting on the couch together, Simon having been teasing and practically edging you for days, and you’ll slip your hand beneath your panties, beginning to grind your clit against your palm. Simon will notice and gently wrap his hand around your wrist, asking you Can you just not take it anymore? You’ll whimper out and shake your head fervently, pleading that you want Simon so badly. His eyes will sparkle and he’ll grin devilishly, patting his thigh. He’ll tell you that he wants you to grind against your thigh and cum like that first, only further teasing you. But if you’re good and do as he says, he’ll make it worth your while, making sure to fuck you hard and good to make you cum for a second time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Outside of the bedroom, Simon is clearly not a man of many words. I think this would semi-translate into the bedroom, at least at first. Maybe early on in your relationship, he would be hesitant to get too loud or make too much noise. If anything, it was because he’s so focused on you and your pleasure, but also partly because of his own self-consciousness. He grunts and growls, his usually deep voice going even deeper. Over time, as you and Simon explore each other sexually and learn what the other likes, he becomes more vocal for you (especially if you communicate to him that it turns you on!) He’ll do anything for you—if you ask him to beg and plead, he’ll beg and plead. If you yank at his hair while you’re riding him, he’ll yelp out and whimper. If he’s letting you take the lead, he’ll be putty in your hands, moaning and crying out your name as you make him feel good. On any given day, though, he loves praise and he loves to praise you (He likes to be called good boy). When he has you naked under him, he won’t stop murmuring about how beautiful and gorgeous you are. While you’re riding him or sucking his cock, he’ll groan and call you a good girl and tell you how good you’re making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes it when you ask him for permission to cum. Not even in a dominating controlling way, because he will always crack and give you what you want, but he loves feeling you get close and then stopping, looking deep in your eyes, and asking, “Are you gonna cum for me? What do you say?” And immediately you will begin nodding fervently and pleading: “Please, please, please, Simon, can I cum? Please can I cum for you? Am I allowed?” Simon loves when you become a begging, pleading, whimpering mess for him, and it will always play out in your favor because he can never say no to you, especially when you ask so nicely. He likes thrusting lazily into you or slowly rubbing your clit while you beg, knowing that you’re going absolutely crazy trying to hold yourself back. And then when he finally says “Go ahead, cum for me, sweetheart” he loves watching your face as you let go, moaning out in pleasure and throwing your head back and shaking as your orgasm washes over you. The sight of you cumming will always make Simon cum right along after you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inches and thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s definitely not like a rabbit in heat or anything, but he will absolutely get aroused whenever you’re in the room. Simon’s good at controlling his urges and waiting until he can get some alone time with you until he lets himself go crazy. I also think he mostly tries to base things off of you—if you’re super turned on and needy he will immediately grab you and take you to the bedroom, but if you’re not particularly in the mood that night, he’s equally as down to just cuddle in bed until you both fall asleep.

I personally think his sex drive is the highest in the morning. If he got into a position while he was sleeping where his cock is pressed up against your ass, he will be absolutely feral when you both wake up. He’ll turn you over so you’re facing him and start rubbing his thumb over your clit. You’ll gasp and shove your hand down his boxers, gripping his cock already dripping with precum. You’re both panting as you get the other off; his morning voice is deeper and gruff as he grunts and praises you until you cum. When he cums, he tells you to rub all of his cum back over his cock. He’ll shove his boxers fully off of his legs and put you on your back and rub his cum-covered tip over your clit teasingly, just for a moment, before pushing into your cunt, all wet and slick. He cums again, quicker than before, deep inside of you, and without pulling out he’ll flip you both over so he’s on his back and you’re on top of him. He tells you to keep grinding into him, his cock still rock hard, and to make yourself cum. This time, you’ll cum together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Simon doesn’t fall asleep easily, although after tiring himself out from going rounds with you, he won’t protest to closing his eyes and cuddling with you under the covers. He’ll be soothed by the sound of you breathing softly and your arms wrapped around him, and he’ll lay there content, thinking about all the ways he’s completely and utterly in love with you. He’s always putting you first, even if he’s enabling his paranoid tendencies, and will always stay awake until you’ve fallen asleep, just in case something happens and he has to jump to his feet to protect you. When he feels absolutely sure that you’re soundly and safely sleeping, then he’ll start to drift off to sleep himself, holding you close.

[britany1997]

Hiiii✨

Let me start by saying i love and enjoy your writing so muchhh and your content is just nddndjdndhdjegdu :'))

This is my first request so hope i am doing it at least decently so so so how about a mechanic/ motorbike enthusiast reader interacting with the lost boys, like they have a problem with one of the bikes and the reader comes up and is like "hey i can help let me just" and fixes it, and the boys are like 😶 we keeping this one ....

It could be a fem or gn reader !

Hope u like the idea and yet again thank you so much for existing ❤️❤️❤️

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Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!!! Encouragement of my writing is always appreciated🥹🫶 I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long

Poly! Lost boys x GN Reader

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David checked his watch as he tossed a drained corpse off the dock unceremoniously. “Five AM boys, sun rises in a little over an hour, time to head back.” He ordered.

Paul groaned, his fangs still deep in the neck of a tall brunette. He ripped his mouth free and disposed of the girl, “we have over an hour!” he argued, “it takes fifteen minutes tops to get back to the cave from the boardwalk.”

“Yeah,” Marko chimed in, “we’re wasting moonlight if we go back now.”

“We’re going now,” David said sternly, “the last time we risked it Paul was almost a pile of ash in a fishnet shirt, now let’s go.” With that, David snapped and gestured to the two blonds, prompting Dwayne to grab them both by the collar and drag them along the dock.

“I hate when he does this,” Marko told Paul grimacing.

“Uh, yeah,” Paul said while readjusting his pants.

Once the boys had arrived at the spot where their bikes were parked, the vampires each hopped on and reved their engines.

Except for Marko, whose bike seemed determined to strand him at the boardwalk. He stuck the key in the ignition and flipped the engine kill switch: nothing. The bike cranked but the engine wouldn’t start.

Marko growled in frustration, while David checked his watch

“We don’t have time for this,” David spit.

Marko glared at him, “it’s five-thirty David, calm your tits,” He countered.

Dwayne crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, “we may have a couple minutes before suns up, but we don’t have time for you to try and fail to fix your bike. Leave it,” he said.

Marko rolled his eyes and put his kickstand back down. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to get home then? I can’t walk now can I? And flying this close to sunrise is risky, even for me.”

“You can ride with me bud!” Paul chimed in.

Marko shot him a disgusted look, “ride bitch?” he asked, “yeah fat chance,” he grumbled.

“It’s either that or you burn up,” David shrugged.

“I’d rather die.” Marko said through gritted teeth.

David rolled his eyes and Dwayne pinched the bridge of his nose.

Marko groaned, “Paul, this is stupid, I’ll take your bike and you can ride on the back.”

“WHAT?!” Paul exclaimed as Marko attempted to pull him off the motorcycle, “dude it’s my bike!”

“Paul if you don’t move your ass I could die,” Marko told him frowning.

“Then perish,” Paul deadpanned.

Marko lunged at Paul, throwing him from his bike and pinning him to the ground. They rolled around on the boardwalk trading blows.

Dwayne and David looked on exasperated, as the chaos twins went at it. “We’re never gonna get home are we,” Dwayne asked.

David sighed in response.

You caught sight of the scene on your way back from your shift at the auto shop. Working the night shift meant you were usually met with a deserted wasteland of a boardwalk, instead of the flood of tourists and locals that regularly populated the spot.

Now you were faced with the image of two grown men rolling around on the ground together. You had to see what this was about.

You walked over and waved cautiously at the two calmer looking but obviously frustrated men. “Hey,” you greeted them, “what’s going on here, maybe I can help?” You offered.

Paul screamed as Marko bit his shoulder, prompting you to jump and step back, “or maybe I should just leave you to it…” you mumbled, concerned.

David turned his gaze from you back to Paul as he wrestled Marko into a headlock, but Dwayne noticed the grease smeared lightly on your face and staining your clothes, maybe you could help.

“Know anything about motorcycles?” he asked as he gestured towards Marko’s bike.

You smiled, “you’re in luck,” you told him, “I just got off a shift at Ocean Auto, I should be able to help you out.”

David’s gaze snapped up to look at you, “you can fix his bike?” He asked.

“I can sure try,” you replied, kneeling down to take a look as Dwayne pulled Paul and Marko off of each other.

You shrugged off your backpack and pulled out your toolbox. You opened the box and grabbed your multimeter, to check the battery.

The battery looked good so you moved on with your assessment. You removed one of the spark plugs and screwed in a compression tester.

Everything was turning up fine, but then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You pulled out the bike’s air filter, only to find it just as you’d suspected, covered in dust and dirt.

You chuckled to yourself as you realized how stupidly simple the problem was. You turned to the four men, flashing them the filter.

“You’re gonna wanna soak this in some warm water and cleaner, but for now…” you trailed off as you pulled your water bottle from your bag. You sprayed the filter and wiped it with the bandana you kept in your back pocket.

You smiled as you handed it back to the curly blond man, “good as new…sort of,” you told him.

“Thanks,” Marko said as he popped the filter back into his bike and started his engine. “You’re a real life saver,” he told you.

“More than you know,” David mumbled to Dwayne.

As you packed up your stuff and stood to your feet, Paul slid an arm around your waist.

“Come here often sugar?” he asked you.

You blushed at his brazen attitude, “I’m here every morning, I work the night shift at the auto shop every day.” You told them.

“We’ll have to stop by sometime,” Dwayne said smiling, “but for now we’ve gotta go.”

David checked his watch, it was six AM, they were cutting it close. “C’mon boys,” he commanded, “let’s ride.”

You stepped back, getting the hint, “It was nice to meet you guys, see you around,” you waved as you walked off.

“Dibs,” Paul said, once you were out of earshot.

The other boys rolled their eyes as they all rode off into the night. This wasn’t the last they’d be seeing of you, not if they could help it.

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(I know I didn’t get to get into the romantic aspect of the Boys x Reader, so I’d be happy to write a part two for you if you want one when requests open back up!)

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There’s a picture of James and Kirk with that looks like Dallas Cowboys cheer squad https://www.tumblr.com/ba11ltongue/765314535953481728

I think it’s DCC cause of uniform. Can you write James x former cheerleader, they met when this photo was taken and got married pretty fast, which kinda shocked everyone cause all press didn’t pin James for husband material. And maybe couple years later, they are on Grammy/MTV red carpet and a journalist asks James why he married her and Het goes on how caring and amazing she is; but she’s very sassy so she jokes something like “oh really? So nothing to do with me doing all the flips she twists in tiny shorts”?

Hope you like it❤

Husband Material? Ask the Cheerleader!

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my ears as I wiped sweat

from my forehead and tried to catch my breath. My squad was chattering around me, celebrating another routine well done. It was one of those surreal nights — cheering on a massive stage, bright lights everywhere, surrounded by the biggest names in rock.

Then I spotted him. James Hetfield. He was standing off to the side with his bandmates, looking out over the bustling scene with that signature mix of intensity and cool detachment. It was like he was in his own world, even here, even in the middle of all this chaos.

I’d heard about him — everyone had. Heartbreaker, rebel, “not exactly husband material,” as one of the girls had put it. But right now, he was just… there. And he was staring right at me.

I tried to ignore the sudden flutter in my chest. It’s not like he was going to walk over, right?

Wrong. He was walking straight toward me.

“You did great out there,” he said, a lopsided smile on his face, voice smoother than I expected.

“Thanks! You weren’t too bad yourself,” I replied, trying to sound casual, though I could feel my heart pounding. “So… you’re the infamous James everyone keeps talking about?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Infamous, huh? What are they saying?”

“Oh, you know.” I shrugged, trying to keep my tone playful. “Heartbreaker, rebel.  That sort of thing.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Guess they don’t know everything.” He gave me a look that was both curious and intense. “How about you? You look like you can handle yourself. Break a few hearts yourself, maybe?”

“Maybe,” I replied with a smirk. “But I try not to leave too much collateral damage.”

He chuckled, and before I knew it, we were talking about everything from music to the chaos of life on the road. By the end of the night, he had my number, and I had a feeling — that crazy feeling you get when you just know something big is starting.

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Fast forward a couple of years, and here I am, walking down the red carpet with James Hetfield — my husband. Funny how life works, huh? The tabloids had gone wild when we’d gotten married after just a few months of knowing each other. “Impulsive,” they called it. “Uncharacteristic.” And my favorite: “James Hetfield? Husband material?” They couldn’t wrap their heads around it.

But they didn’t know him like I did. And they definitely didn’t know us.

Tonight, James was nominated for an award, and even though I’d been to plenty of these events with him by now, the flashing cameras and chaos still felt surreal. I felt his arm wrap around my waist, steady and sure, grounding me like always. He leaned down, whispering, “You look stunning.”

Just then, a journalist waved us over, a wide-eyed grin on her face. “James! You two are a fan favorite. Everyone’s still fascinated by how you got together so quickly. People were saying they never saw you as, well, husband material. What made you decide she was the one?”

James glanced at me, his eyes softening as he pulled me a little closer. “She’s… everything I never knew I needed,” he said, his voice warm. “She sees me, the real me, not the guy on stage, not the name or the fame. She’s always been able to see right through all of that, and she reminds me of who I am when I forget.” He looked at me, his gaze filled with something so tender, so unguarded, it made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t help but tease him, especially with all these cameras around. “Oh really, James?” I grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “So, nothing to do with the fact that I was doing all those flips and twists in tiny shorts?”

The journalist burst out laughing, clearly amused. “So that’s how you won him over!”

James joined in, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, maybe that caught my attention at first,” he admitted, with a grin that only made me want to tease him more. “But that’s not why I married her. She’s so much more than that. She’s the only person who keeps me sane. The only one who keeps me grounded.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks as the journalist chuckled again. “You make a good point, but I still think the flips helped,” I replied with a wink, leaning a little closer to James for effect.

James gave me a look somewhere between exasperation and adoration. “Maybe. But it’s your humor, your strength, and the way you don’t let me get away with anything. You’re my best friend.”

I softened, unable to keep up the teasing any longer. The way he looked at me — so full of love and pride — made it hard to think of anything witty to say. I just gave his hand a gentle squeeze, grateful for this moment.

The journalist, still smiling, shook her head. “Well, you two are adorable. Rock’s golden couple,” she said with a playful twinkle. “So what’s the secret, then, to a rockstar marriage?”

I laughed, catching James’s eye with a grin. Before he could answer, I chimed in, “Oh, that’s simple. I just keep him on his toes. Don’t let that rockstar image fool you — I’m the boss in this relationship.”

The journalist chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. James sighed, giving an exaggerated look of exasperation. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “Thanks for putting up with me,” he murmured, just for me to hear.

I squeezed his hand, smiling softly. “Like I said, Hetfield, you’re not getting off that easy.”

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Hours later, after the whirlwind of the red carpet, the interviews, and the blinding camera flashes, we finally made it to the after-party. I let out a long breath, kicking off my heels and wiggling my toes as I leaned against the bar with a glass of wine. My feet ached, but it was a good kind of ache, the kind that reminds you of everything you’ve just been through.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind. James pulled me close, his chin resting on my shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss against my neck. “Finally,” he murmured, his voice low. “I’ve got you all to myself.”

I smiled, leaning back into him. “I know. I swear, these events get longer every time.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling my skin. “Worth it, though. You were stunning out there. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

I turned to face him, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the wine. “You said that already, Hetfield,” I teased, nudging him playfully. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He smirked, tightening his hold on me. “You’re sassy tonight.”

“Always,” I replied, grinning up at him.

James looked at me for a moment, his expression softening. “You know, I meant what I said out there to the press,” he said quietly. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Don’t think I say it enough.”

My smile faded, replaced by something softer, more genuine. The world knew James as the rock legend, the larger-than-life icon, but this side of him — the man who was vulnerable, grateful, and unguarded — was the one I fell in love with.

I reached up, resting my hand on his cheek, my thumb brushing gently across his jawline. “You know… I don’t think people would believe how mushy you actually are.”

He let out a low laugh, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell anyone. Gotta keep up the image.”

I grinned, pulling him a little closer. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

We stood there for a while, the noise of the party fading into the background. It was just us in our own little world. James leaned down, his lips finding mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It was warm, slow, and said everything we didn’t need words for. When he pulled back, he kept his forehead against mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles along my waist.

“Ready to go home?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I nodded, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

As we walked out of the party hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet kind of joy. Fame and all its chaos might come and go, but this? This was real. This was ours. And as long as I had him by my side, I knew I had everything I’d ever need.

[razorblade-richards26]

a new story I made for the outsiders:

I will be outside of Broadway and I noticed a new character ace and I noticed she was the only female greaser that didn’t have a story so I thought maybe it would be nice to give her one so here’s a pic.

A NEW ACE IN THE PACK

cast:

greasers:

Ace: played by Tilly evans Krueger

ponyboy: played by Brody grant

Johnny: played by sky Lakota lynch

Dallas: played by Joshua boone

sodapop: played by Jason schmidt

two bit: played by Daryl tofa

Darrel: played by Brent comer

Socs:

cherry valence: played by Emma pittman

Marcia: played by Sarah Grace Mariani

bob sheldon: played by Kevin William Paul

Paul Holden: played by Dan Berry

trip: played by Kevin csolak

Chet: played by r higton.

brill: played by Barton Cowperthwaite

chapter one.

[Scene 1: Abandoned lot – Morning]

The Greasers are hanging out in their usual spot, talking and joking around. Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dally are sitting on a broken-down car, while Sodapop and Two-Bit are playfully wrestling nearby. The sun is shining brightly, and the sound of birds chirping can be heard in the background.

Ponyboy: (laughing) Two-Bit, you're gonna break Soda’s arm if you keep that up.

Two-Bit: (grinning) Nah, he’s tougher than he looks.

Sodapop manages to flip Two-Bit over, pinning him to the ground. They both laugh as they catch their breath. Suddenly, a shadow falls over them. The group looks up to see Ace standing with a confident smirk on her face.

Ace: Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of Greasers causing trouble?

Dally: (grinning) You could say that. Who’s asking?

Ace: Name’s Ace. Just moved into town. Figured I’d see what the local scene’s like.

Ace’s posture is relaxed but ready for anything, her eyes scanning the group with interest. She has a tough, yet approachable demeanor, her playful energy palpable.

Sodapop: (eyes widening) Nice to meet you, Ace. I’m Sodapop. This is Ponyboy, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Dally.

Ponyboy: (smiling) Welcome to the gang.

Ace: (playfully) Don’t I get a grand tour or something?

Two-Bit: (laughing) Sure, why not? Come on, let’s show her around.

The group gets up and begins to walk, Ace falling in step beside them. Two-Bit starts explaining their usual hangouts and some of their inside jokes.

Two-Bit: So, this is where we hang out most of the time. We call it the lot. It's not much, but it's ours.

Johnny: (smiling shyly) We spend a lot of time here. It’s a good place to get away from everything.

Ace: (nodding) I get that. Sometimes you just need a place to chill.

As they walk, Dally and Ace start talking about their favorite spots around town. Dally is impressed by Ace’s knowledge of cool places, even though she’s new in town.

Dally: You seem to know your way around pretty well for a newcomer.

Ace: (grinning) I’ve got a knack for finding the best spots. Plus, I’ve been on my own for a while, so you learn quickly.

Sodapop keeps sneaking glances at Ace, clearly smitten. Ponyboy notices and nudges him with a grin.

Ponyboy: (whispering) You’re staring, Soda.

Sodapop: (blushing) Shut up, Pony.

They continue walking and talking, getting to know Ace better. 

[sebsallowapologist]

Charcoal

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: 18+

Warnings: so much fluff, suggestive language, references to a naked MC.

Sebastian reveals a secret talent to his muse.

Spring had finally sprung in Scotland, and after a long cold winter it felt like a true blessing to have a sunny day. Sebastian and I had decided to spend out Sunday by the lake, catching up on reading, looking out for the giant squid and just overall enjoying the nice weather. 

We hadn’t been the only ones of course, the great lawn what flooded with students all trying to do the same, but we had lucked out with a nice spot by the lake.

We’d laid together on the grass for a while, looking up at the soft fluffing clouds which were few and far between. We talked about what life would be like after the end of term. Where we’d move together, what jobs we were going to do, how far we’d have to drag Ominis.

The plans ranged from moving to London, to going to Paris or hell- maybe even America if we got bored over here. Sebastian’s only prerequisite when you asked his opinion was that you were there with him. And he needed a job that paid enough to get you the ring you deserved.

Eventually I’d begged Sebastian to go sit in the shade, his skin turning pink with the sun exposure, and I didn’t want him to get a burn.

We’d fallen into a silence as we picked up our books and read, just enjoying each others company. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d put his own book down until I lifted my face toward the sky, eyes closed to soak in the sun. “Look down again please.” He said and my brow furrowed as I turned to face him. 

My boyfriend was leaned over a large book of bound plain parchment, his hands covered in the dark charcoal he was drawing with. “What are you doing?” I giggle. I had no idea he drew, you think you know a man... 

“Look at you book, love.” He smiles, a playful twinkle in his eye. I make a big show of dramatically looking back down at my book, but it was impossible to read. Now that I was aware of what he was doing, I cold feel his stare on my face, the charcoal running over the paper rhythmically was soothing. 

Eventually he switches to an erasers stored in his pocket, and the sleeve of his robes were being used quite often too. I turn my head ever so slightly, desperate to get a look, but he catches me immediately. 

“No no miss, back to your book no peaking.” He teases and I roll my eyes, turning to face the same page I’d been looking at for at least ten minutes. 

The sounds of his drawing stop after a while, and he sighs. “Alright.” 

He scoots from his spot until the tree in the shade and comes up behind me. He grabs me around the waist to pull me to his front in between his legs. His sketchbook ends up in my lap, and he rests his chin on my shoulder to look with me. 

“Sebastian.” I sigh, looking over the page. This couldn’t possibility being a drawing of me, the woman on the page was far too beautiful. “This is wonderful. How long have you been drawing?”

He shrugs, like it was nothing. “Since I was young. It passes the time.” 

“I’d say more than that.” I mutter and turn to kiss his cheek. “Can I keep this?” I ask and he nods. "Of course my love.” He kisses my shoulder blade and I start thrumming through the sketchbook.

How could he be so casual about this, these drawings were absolutely wonderful. Soft edges, beautiful highlights, if i drew like this I’d wear it pinned to the front of my robes. There were scenes from around the Hogwarts grounds, Feldcroft, even one of Ominis looking absolutely annoyed. “You captured his essence beautifully.” I joke and Seb laughs, moving back under the tree to grab his book that he had put down earlier. 

While he did have some landscapes, and one or two other portraits the book was filled with... me. My profile, head on, sleeping, laughing, this book had me literally written all over it. 

Sebastian makes himself comfortable leaning against the tree with his book, content to just let me flip through the pages.

“Sebastian?” I hum after flipping to the next page in his sketch book.

“Yes my love?”

“Where are my clothes in this one?” 

He leans over to see which drawing I’m looking at, and the man has the nerve to smirk. “I took some artistic liberties with that one.” 

[daiseukiis]

╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ! ❞ ଓ.° ╮

FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ mikage reo

CONTENTS. fem!reader x mikage reo, profanity, mutual pinning, best friends to lovers, frustrating slow burn boo

SUMMARY. you and mikage reo go way back, since second year of jr high. yet who knew you'd fall for your one and only best friend.

W/C. 15.2k

A/N. good fuckin' tangina this is done. i didn't even expect it to take this damn long. here's to the ( possibily ) longest mikage reo oneshot in ur lives bc damn imma sleep now. im too tired to proofread u gais r on ur own omg. @17020 @adorlings @lov3nagi uhh who else ugh whatever goodnight at 6:30am

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “you’re pretty good.” the bustling sound of ‘high score!’ rings through your ears along with the sounds of loud gaming machines with the occasional ‘k.o!’ from a fighting game. your hues look directly at the ball which swishes through the net and the record of the machine changing from the bright led light of 48 to 62. the ball spins in your hand momentarily as you throw it once more despite the timer already ticking to zero— just for fun. “thanks, i’m actually on the basketball team.”

“no wonder, you beat the record.” periwinkle strands matching with his eyes look at the score you hit before directing his eyes to where yours was. the boy smiles, one which you easily reciprocate as you point at the blinking number 60 on his side of the basketball game. “you did pretty good yourself, you also beat the record on your machine.”

“what can i say?” the young boy shrugs his shoulders, making you chuckle at his easy going attitude— he surely did interest you lots. you pick up your school bag and blazer you had thrown to the ground upon arriving at your game, quickly putting on your belongings as you notice him also grab hold of his school bag, one which you recognize to also be in jr high.

“you’re cool, i’m yn.” you outstretch your hand to him with a smile. he takes your hand, showing you a smile of his own that made you want to melt on the spot. the sound of his voice brings you quickly back to reality, “i’m mikage reo.”

the more you soak in the features of this boy the more something in you just wanted to tell you to stay, even the warmth of reo’s hand was like calming a sea of uneasiness. there was something in his violet diamonds that allured you like a moth to a fire. but you knew you had no luxury to find the truth so easily.

“hate to be rude, but you’re kinda screaming rich boy.” you wanted to distract yourself from this bubbling interest, quickly pulling your hand away that had seemed to hold on for a bit too long on to his. your smile wavers slightly though not noticeable to the human eye. with a lighthearted joke, you continue your conversation with him. “and your name sounds like the—” 

“heir to the mikage corporation? yeah, that’s me.” your jaw almost drops at his response, staring at his handsome stature. you blink your lashes a couple of times, letting the new information click in until it finally processes properly. your gasp surprises reo, raising a brow at your sudden change of attitude once he revealed the truth about his background. “no way, you’re a rich boy and pretty boy?”

“i guess so? thanks, you’re pretty too.” reo didn’t know how to reply back to your words, in fact he found you odd. usually at this point, maybe people would suck up to him for connections, yet you didn’t. “you’re flattering, really.” you were… refreshing to him. the boy grins, changing his confusion that that of a more comfortable look. “let’s keep in touch, yeah?”

the way your eyes lit up at his question made him internally chuckle, he had to admit it, you’re cute. “i’d love to!” reo goes and reaches for his pocket, taking out his phone to gesture to you to exchange contacts. “do you have line?” 

you look slightly bewildered at his actions, staring at the line home screen to add contacts. “uhm, email or number works, is that okay?” you nervously look through your bag, lifting up your rather outdated flip phone at him. “i know, i really need a new phone but it’s a hand me down. hope you don’t mind.”

“i can get you a new one.” reo says so instantaneously that it catches you off guard. you blink your pretty lashes at the look of his raised brow, waiting for the answer. shock is instantly running through you as your face scrunches up, “what?”

“i’m serious, you’re my friend now and you seem like you’re struggling with that.” to say you were speechless was an understatement, he couldn’t be serious, right? though the look on his face is unwavering you start to think— he’s serious. “hold on! i appreciate the offer but that’s too much, seriously.” 

“here,” you quickly grab hold of his phone, quickly typing in your contact information to his number. you lift the device, creating a peace sign with your free hand as you click the button to create a contact photo for yourself. as you finish it up, you hand the phone back to reo before spinning on your heels out of the arcade. “text me later, alright? let’s meet up again, mikage! i gotta head to work!”

reo watches as your figure disappears from his view. he can’t help but smile to himself at your rather honest and odd antics, he was going to lie to himself that he tried to test you earlier if you were just going to use him for his money; and you didn’t disappoint. this encounter would forever be burned into his mind, for better or for worse.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “she’s pretty, think i could get her number?” a male classmate say out to his group mates, the female of the group letting out a small chuckle at him. “pfft, i thought you’d want a girl with more class?” the boy sends her a smirk, shrugging his shoulders. “hey, maybe she’ll let me be her sugar daddy? i got the money for it.”

‘what assholes.’ it’s not like reo didn’t want to be there, it was more or so he had no choice but to be with the other three students from his class. what did he expect though? he knew that they only chose him for his relations and connections, and for the fact that it wasn’t going to be the last instance like this to happen.

“oh, here she comes!” one of the other guys smacks their friend by the forearm, slightly pointing a finger towards the waiter discreetly. everyone but reo was whisper yelling their cheers to the male who had gotten his words ready in his mind to say. “get ready.”

“here are your orders—” this voice. immediately the boy turns his head to the side, eyes going into contact with your jewels. “yn?” there was a small pause in the air, your hand had reached out to place a drink down on the table. you felt a part of your locks drop from your shoulders due to the angle of you hovering over. “mikage?”

“you work here?” reo being surprised at your appearance was an understatement, and you seeing reo at the cafe you worked part-time at was also a pleasant discovery for you. after placing down the rest of the orders the table had gotten you prompted yourself up to a more relaxed position upright, a hand pushing back the lock of hair which fell earlier. “yeah, surprise to see you here!”

“that’s why you’re always so busy.” he jokes, jabbing at you since you did tell him that you had other plans and bailed out on him last week due to a sudden work shift. you can’t help but smile at him. “work and basketball, i’m a busy body myself.”

“clearly. just take rests too.” reo scoffs at you, knowing full well that your life revolved working shifts like a dog and playing ball after school with little to no social life left for you. rolling your eyes you can’t help but scoff back at his slightly nagging nature. “yeah, yeah, i heard you, mikage.” waving a hand out, you dismiss what he says. “anyways, i’ll be right back. i’ll bring that latte over for you.”

“yeah, go ahead.” without another word you nod your head at the other three, walking away from their table to go back to the front counter. just as you were out of ear shot all eyes direct themselves to reo with questions flying out their mouths. “yo! you know her?”

“we met at the arcade playing on the basketball machine.” one of the guys wraps an around reo’s shoulders as he grins at him. “cool, she plays sports too huh.” interested, the female soon asks her question as well; all surprised to see reo know the same girl their classmate was after. “what school does she go to?”

“i remember her telling me she went to teiko.” reo says, sighing a bit as he removes his classmate’s arm off his body. the other boy is astonished by the fact, “woah, that powerhouse? the kiseki no sedai are there!” “think she knows kise ryouta?” his girl classmate urgently asks, yet all these questions were tiring reo out. the two know of each other, and it was just around two weeks ago, it annoyed him a bit that rather than finishing what they came there for he was being interrogated. “dunno, ask her yourself.”

“alright, here’s your latte.” just when another question could be fired at reo, you had came and placed the last glass of the order down on the table. gods, did reo was good to see you come back so fast and save him from his classmates. “hey, i got a question for you.” you hum in response, looking at her after you put down the tissues and straws for them. “you’re from teiko, right? do you know kise ryouta?”

“ryouta? he’s a friend of mine, what about him?” though slightly odded out, this was once again a norm for you. “great! could you give me his number?” being on the basketball team of an infamous school really had its perks and cons, and seeing how you watched the girl search through her school bag to fish out her phone meant that it was going to be one of those days. 

“can’t do that.” she stops her actions and twists her brows towards your direction. “what, why?” you shrug your shoulders at her, blunt as possible since this scenario played so many times in your life already. “i don’t know you.” the small glare is evident on the girl’s features, “fujmoto tsukina, second year jr high. now you know me, will you give it to me now?”

“i don’t just give ryouta’s number to anyone.” you were quite surprised when something like this first happened, you’d thought some people would have common sense but clearly they were either shameless or pushy. the girl at the table pouts, crossing her arms and slumping back on to her seat. “ugh, fine.” was it another fangirl crushed? definitely.

reo had to admit that you were a charismatic character, seeing your ideals and beliefs showed what type of person you were in his eyes. you were so different than all the others around him that he can’t help but be attracted at the single thought of you. noticing the gaze reo had on you makes you beam a smile, one which felt so different to him compared to the ones you gave his classmates. “if there’s nothing else that you need, i’ll be going now.”

“wait, what about your number?”

‘he still asked for it.’ reo internally sighs to himself, glancing at you to see what your reaction would be to being asked that question. ‘what’s your answer, yn?’ your body pauses for a moment, though you stand up properly and send your customer service smile towards the boy. “you’re not my type.” and without another word you walk away from the table.

“damn! she shut you down bro!” reo is beyond baffled at what you said, starting to laugh at himself the moment you were out of ear shot. it was like the more you were around the more life felt so… lively. the rest of the group pout and huff at your words, yet reo was starting to take such an interest in you. “mikage, you sure you’re friends with her?”

“right! she’s so stingy!” the female of the group groans, remembering the interaction itself annoyed her. as soon as reo hears those words leave from her mouth he starts to frown, staring at her with furrowed brows and a dark look. “don’t talk about yn like that.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “you off your shift?” the look of shock on your face was almost priceless in reo’s books, a small chuckle erupting from his mouth as you stood there with wide eyes. after collecting yourself, you couldn’t help but also laugh with him— you knew you probably looked funny. “what’s this? you stalking me now?”

“i just thought i’d walk you home, it’s getting pretty dark.” he was right. the sun had already changed skies with the moon that barely illuminated both your bodies, yet with the help of the tokyo street lights were you able to see him there. reo did scare you, but regardless of that you found it comforting that it was him out of anyone else in the world. 

“aren’t you sweet.” the boy sends you a toothy grin, one you can’t help but send one back. gripping hold of your school bag you make your way towards his figure, leading him towards your home. “were those your friends?”

“you could say that.” reo flatly responds to you, thinking back to the group that he was with in the cafe. “we were working on a school project.” you nod your head remembering how they interacted towards each other. “i noticed. you didn’t seem too close with them.”

“yeah, sorry about that. i know they were being kinda rude to you.” he sighs as his right hand goes to rub the nape of his neck, to say that he was embarrassed and felt bad for you was an understatement. reo knew that to some extent you had to be professional due to the fact that a word from them could get you fired. you giggle at how he reacts, feeling his honesty which noticed that many privileged like him don’t usually have. “i appreciate your concern, mikage, but i’ve dealt with worse.”

“hey,” with that simple word the conversation resets to another, your giggling dialling down as you stop to listen to what he has to say. “what’s up?” “y’know, you can call me reo.” you blink in astonishment, seeing the look of seriousness on visual. it was as if he was in a board meeting for god’s sake! but then again, it has only been a few weeks since your last encounter with him and it was the second time you saw him in person was today. maybe he just rather be called by his first name?

“sure we aren’t going too fast?”

“what?”

“in this relationship.”

“huh—?!” the shocked look of wide eyes and a blush that hid under the darkness of the night sky is what causes you to burst out in laughter as you clutch your stomach. “i’m just kidding! don’t get your panties in a knot, pretty boy.” 

“you’re so unexpected.” it takes reo a second to recover from your joke, cheeks pouted out for a few moments. his head is a bit jumbled by what you said to him, who wouldn’t? he watches as you finish your laughing fit, wiping a tear of joy from your eyes after witnessing an award winning expression. “i get that a lot.”

“well, this is my apartment.” you point to the building right around the corner in a quiet neighbourhood, it had a modern look to it with a slightly old infrastructure. you lead him up the stairs to the second floor and stop at the very last door that had number fourteen on it. you go through your school bag to take out your keys. “did you want to come inside?”

“sure, if that’s alright with you.” since he was there and had time to spare he thought why not? it was you who invited him in the first place as well. “it’s no problem,” you nod your head and turn the doorknob for the place to open up. you take a step in and open the lights to the entrance of your cosy apartment, “a bit cramped so i hope you don’t mind. make yourself at home though.”

he answers with a hum, mumbling out ‘pardon for the intrusion’ before taking a step in your home. reo takes off his shoes and places it beside where you have left yours, noticing that there wasn’t many shoes on the rack. “do you live by yourself?”

“yeah, my parents are always abroad so it’s just me.” you casually throw your bag on your sofa as you make your way to your kitchen not even bothering to turn the lights on. it was already such an exhausting day for you. from basketball practice in the morning and a full shift having to deal with rather rude customers; yet you can’t really complain since you chose that sort of lifestyle.

“it’s probably not as big as your mansion, but here,” opening up your freezer you grab hold of a popsicle, taking out the wrapper and snapping it in half. “i know you just ate but share this with me.” reo looks at your hand as you make your way towards him, he gives a rather odded out expression as you direct the other half of the popsicle to him. you chuckle and urge him to take it, one which he hesitates to take. “thanks.”

you shot one of your signature smiles at him, though to reo your smile just made his heart skip a beat. with a smile that elegant he felt like he was dreaming. what was this feeling? the more he steps closer to you as you make your way towards such a small balcony, watching as you lean on the railings while the wind plays with your hair, hell, even the curtains started to dance along the night breeze. the way the moon shines down and blesses your skin was like looking at a goddess, and reo knew in this moment you were much more than just a simple girl he met at an arcade.

“from now on let’s stick together, reo.”

this was where mikage reo knew he found his treasure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “oh look at these,” you stop by a stall on the way to the train station, a shop which sells charms of all sorts. your eyes land on a minimalistic phone charm which had a golden bell and a deep plum stone connected to it all with a white string. you point at the object catching your friend’s attention, “it’s so cute reo!”

the two of you were on the way to meet up with nagi at an arcade on a wonderful saturday afternoon, the sun shining on both your figures to warm up the skin on your bodies. nagi who was late as per usual was not yet there, and reo who had went to pick you up from your apartment earlier that day had suggested you might as well browse around and look at the things in tokyo.

“those are real amethyst.” the elderly shopkeeper states, smiling at the two of you to urge you closer to her booth. reo didn’t care much if it was real or not, but the way he watches your body looks at the charms with so much interest he couldn’t help himself. “we’ll take two.” “wha—” it wasn’t the first, and it will never be the last where reo would impulsively buy something just because you mentioned it, you love the thought, but it weighed down on your consciousness that in the long run he has spent a lot on you subconsciously.

“close your mouth yn, you’ll catch a fly.” reo lets out a chuckle, glancing at your flabbergasted expression with amusement. the boy fishes out his wallet to pay for two of the exact ones you had pointed out earlier. “why did you buy it?” you pout at the boy who soon hands you one of the charms, the two of you sitting down at the side to attach it to your phones.

“it looked nice.” though he won’t say it verbally that it was because you like it, he genuinely thought that the charms you saw were beautiful pieces. he pops his phone case off, wrapping the small section of string through the holes intended for the charm to go in “besides, these are best friend charms for the both of us.”

“that’s a first.” mirroring reo’s actions, you stop when he places his hand to you for him to wrap the charm himself for you. though reluctant, you gave your phone to him, a smartphone which he forced you to take two years ago saying that it’ll ‘help’ him contact you better. you knew he was bullshitting and was just giving you excuses to receive the phone.

“i can give it to nagi if you don’t want it.” he gives you a side eye, taking the charm and halting his movements from putting it on your phone case. you gasp at him, obviously offended to why he would suggest that. “don’t you dare!”

you lunge forward at reo, but due to that guy’s superior physique he stretches his arm faster than you could grab the charm from him. one hand landing on the other side of reo’s body and your other hand outstretched to the sky, yet even with your efforts you couldn’t reach the charm. lady luck really wasn’t on your side today, leaning a bit too fast caused your momentum to throw yourself on reo, and the boy securingly wraps his arm around your waist so you wouldn’t tumble and fall.

if you let out a breath now, reo would for sure feel the graze of your lips moving ever so slightly on his. both hues stare so deeply at the other, faces centimetres away with noses touching each other as light as a feather falling. it was cliché, and the both of you knew that. yet you can’t help this feeling of attraction to your best friend, it was like your heart was beating in sync with his. 

as reo lets go of your waist you sit up just as fast as you look away from him, hands laying on your lap with your cheeks turn into a pink blaze. you manage to croak out a measly, “i’m sorry” to him where he just nods at you. the both of you didn’t know how long you were in that position, but was enough to make your hearts go in a frenzy. the sa

words cannot describe such a feeling of catharsis that threatens to escape through the heart— was it really worth the risk?

“just don’t get upset yn.” he wasn’t too sure if you were alright with the silence, but reo knew for a fact it didn’t sit well with him at all. as a sigh came out from his mouth, he tried to ignore the fact that the tips of his ears were burning a bright red colour. with that one comment alone you reset back to your conversation. “you threatened to give our friendship charms to him!”

“thought you didn’t want it.” the boy flat out states something from earlier, but you roll your eyes at him, finally looking at the face that mocks you teasingly. “i do though!” you grab hold of your phone case once more, hand out for the charm as this time he finally obliges and has it to you. reo watches as your slender fingers work with the string to put it into your case. you finish by putting your case back on your phone

“because look, we’re matching.” you take reo’s phone from his lap and hold the two devices side by side to show him. lo’ and behold the two charms matching with both your phones. your grin doesn’t fail to make the boy’s feel some type of way. just the way you smile at him is enough to question why you weren’t in his arms.

“wherever i am, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “when do you plan on telling yn we’re going to this blue lock?” nagi mumbled, eyes focusing on his phone as he tries to win a fighting game. him and reo recently finished school club activities, walking back to their respective places. nagi momentarily moves his eyes to glance at reo who shows the look of distraught on his face. “i was going to visit her today after work to let her know we were going.”

“she’s not gonna be happy.” reo’s white-haired friend stated, a groan leaving the said male’s lips just thinking about how upset you’d be when you hear the entirety of what the project is about. “i know.”

“well i’ll leave you to do that, i’m going home.” nagi had no interest in your guys’ quarrel, especially knowing since he’d felt the terror of ln yn before. so this was an off limits final boss that he had no magic armour to participate in. reo shoots a semi-small glare, knowing as much as nagi that the situation was less than optimal but is undeniably unavoidable. “thanks for the support.”

“no problem. i’m tired, so tell yn i said hi.” he gives reo a thumbs up as a sign of good luck against the final boss, waving his hand right after he had done the same. “yeah, i’ll see you nagi.” the second year heaves in a small breath, walking towards where you worked. the automatic doors open once they notice his presence, and there you were.

his plum hues land on your figure that had been helping with a customer over the counter, your signature customer service smile so bright as you hand the bag of goods to the person. reo wasn’t going to deny it, as many times he had seen you in uniform for work, your beauty never ceases to blow him away. be it at work or just a bare face, he knows you made him feel such a warmth in his stomach. 

“reo! just give me a second, i gotta have to clock out.” it took him a moment to realize you were already standing in front of his figure with the smile that causes his stomach to go through twists and turns. reo nods his head, smiling back at you. “take your time.” he watches as you wave your hand out, bidding you a short ‘bye!’ before you grab hold of your water bottle and head to the staff room to change.

reo walks out the store, waiting by the entrance of the building as he continues to check through his social media to see what the world was up to— not much interested him really. despite having his phone in his hand, the thought of your sad look that may grace such visuals made his heart crack just a bit. why did it hurt like this?

“alright, i’m all done! thanks for waiting for me.” your voice breaks him out of his train of thought, eyes scanning your once work uniform now in your school attire. reo nods his head to show you that he heard you, a smile to greet your figure as you take your position beside him.

the walk home seemed… awkward on your end. it was unusual for reo to seem tense around you, and he knew that you knew he was hiding what was on his mind. with an expression that shows reo’s slightly furrowed brows and droopy eyes, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was distracted.

“hey, i gotta tell you something.” you flinch at his sudden words, much to your surprise he was the first to break the silence. your mouth was already open, yet he beat you to it— perhaps knowing how awkward he was making this. “what’s up?”

“me and nagi got accepted to this blue lock to train for football.” a small gasp leaves your lips, a grin spreading from ear to ear. immediately your first response was to jump hug him ( one which you gained a habit from nagi ). a loud giggle runs through reo’s ears, his body slightly leaning forward due to your leap on him. “that’s great! you guys are aiming to be the best in the world!”

“here’s the thing,” reo starts as he sucks a breath in, his tone was far from happy which causes you to raise your brows at his rather negative reaction. “i don’t know how long i’ll be gone.” your movements stop as your arms remove itself from around reo’s neck, much to his dismay. you regain your posture, standing up straight to face him, the smile on your face slowly drops at the news. “you’re leaving?”

“just temporarily.” it hurt reo to see this look on your face, it burns his heart knowing the smile falters from such a face like yours. you couldn’t lie to him even if you told you weren’t happy with his decision, but who were you to stop him from his dreams? it’s a hard pill to swallow, but you never wanted to get in the way of him and his future so you can’t help but put on a smile, “don’t make me wait too long.”

“and then what? are you gonna leave me?” he didn’t really want to hear the answer, even if he was praying to the gods that keep you from answering it. reality was always inevitable in many ways than one, and that included you.

“of course not.” to reo, your smile was as angelic as the day he met you. the wind plays with the locks of your hair, causing you to lift your hand up and put the strands behind your ear. reo can’t deny it, just your existence alone made his heart beat out of his chest— winning the world cup was almost a side quest to him in that moment. 

“i’ll just miss you too much.”

and that’s how mikage reo knew he had fallen in love with you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “hey, yn’s working right now right?” reo notices that nagi had been texting you, or so they were notifications from three hours ago. the white haired boy nods his head at him, showing the chat which just consisted of you and nagi talking about how work was ever so busy on your end. “hmm, yeah, said she got a full shift.”

“you know when it ends?” reo quickly scans the text messages that nagi was willing to show him, but the boy shrugs his shoulders after trying to recall what you had texted earlier that morning. “beats me… you text her.”

“woah, hold up.” multiple blue lock players freeze on the spot when they hear their conversation, stopping whatever they were doing and stare at the two boys who only hum in confusion. “‘she’?” another presses on, moving towards nagi and reo while a few others follow suit. the lot of them were in shibuya having a break from training, and were hanging out until the topic of you disrupted the flow of things. 

“who’s yn?” the first to ask is isagi, just as interested as everyone to hear your name being casually dropped in a conversation with nagi. to him it was the first to see reo be interested in something other than the said boy, so he couldn’t help himself but be curious. chigiri gapes at reo a bit, “is she your girlfriend or something?”

“she’s my best friend!” reo yells out rather too defensively which makes many of them question his feelings for you. the boys snicker, not even bothering to respond back as the smirks and evil grins some of them had only made the lilac haired footballer to lift a fist up along with his middle finger.

“i thought i was your best friend?” nagi was nowhere near offended, in fact he didn’t mind at all since he knew how reo looked at you. before the rich boy could answer back nagi heaves a sigh and leans his head on the table, “well, it don’t matter anyways… you want yn to be your girlfriend.”

“don’t just say shit like that, nagi!” reo screams out, making nagi only close his eyes, lips pursing into an ‘x’ like shape as he takes both of his index fingers and plugs it into his ears; mumbling things along the line that he was being too loud.

“oh, now we gotta meet ‘er!” the black haired boy; karasu gets up from his seat which causes a chain reaction where the other boys who are equally invested in figuring out this mystery girl that reo and nagi are talking about. reo panics a bit as he also stands up when they do, trying to stop their advances. “she’s working right now!”

“who cares.” otoya shoots at him, holding reo’s right forearm and urges him to get a move along. seeing how reo almost fell, karasu quickly grabs his left forearm to drag him forward as well. the boy gave a smug grin, joining in on the teasing, “i’m sure you’re dying to see her!”

“alright! let go of me!” reo is now struggling to even keep you to himself, and he knew for a fact that these guys were not gonna let you go after carelessly mentioning you. the boy stretches his arms out in an attempt to get out of the two’s grasp, which they did. 

reo can hear multiple other players asking nagi to lead the way, as well as asking who you were. when he looks up from groaning and struggling free, he could already see half of them walking away from his figure. “yay! to yn-chan!” reo could not catch a break, easily when bachira threw himself on the said boy’s back. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “oh yn, you’re always helpful as usual.” you chuckle at the elderly woman in front of you, giving her the change she has from the purchase. with two hands you hand the receipt to her, giving a courteous bow. “thanks so much, tanaka-san. i’ll follow up next week to see how that cream is doing for you!”

“such a sweet child, tell that mikage friend of yours hello for me!” tanaka swipes her hand down in a slow motion, flustered to hear such kind words coming from you. she gives you a sweet smile before giving a wave and heading out towards the exit of the store. “not too sure when i’ll be seeing him, but i’ll let him know.”

“she’s yn?”

“holy shit.”

“she’s so glamorous!” 

“ya girlfriend’s a hottie.”

“like i said, yn isn’t my girlfriend.” his words are stern and sharp, almost malice dripping out from his tone of voice. reo is irritated at this point, throughout the entire walk to get to your workplace they had been non-stop asking questions about you that he would have rather they have not asked, and answered questions he had not wanted to answer. at this point he’s convinced that they’re doing this to annoy him.

“she’s not your girlfriend, so can i make her mine?” 

“back off!” otoya face drops from a bright up to an irritated look. his phone was already out to ask for your number. though that was what caught the group’s attention, but how both reo and nagi had shut them down at the same time. “woah, even nagi’s agreeing!”

“reo?” your eyes connect with the said male’s lavender gems, ones which held the warmth and comfort you always looked for. your eyes widen at the sight of him standing just a few feet away from you, were you dreaming? your body freezes what it was doing watching as he starts to make his way to where you were, until he stands right in front of being.

“i’m back, yn.” 

the way your eyes brighten, hiding the glistening sea that almost escapes your hues shows the feelings of sadness she had been suppressing. in a quick motion you wrap your arms around him into an embrace, the feeling of joy overwhelming you that you’d even discard the professionalism you were supposed to have. but in this moment you wanted no other but to feel his warmth back in your arms.

the action catches reo off guard, not knowing that you’d even react this way after not seeing him for a couple weeks. the tips of his ears flush that pink, arms hesitantly wrapping around you in a slightly awkward manner. this wasn’t the first that you two have hugged, but this type it felt different.

“i can’t believe you’re here! i saw the game!” pulling away a bit too soon than reo had wanted, you take a step back to quickly fix your attire. to you, this was one of the moments you had dreamed of for the last few weeks. yet to reo, he was quickly shutting down any sort of snickering remarks he was quietly hearing from his blue lock mates. though the mention of the game catches his attention, “you were at the stadium?”

“i worked a shift… but i was watching it on my phone.” you playfully stick a tongue out with your peace sign, sending an animated wink his way which seemed to have caused reo to sigh in defeat at your antics, once again.

“hi yn.” a familiar white haired boy steps into your field of view. the sight of him made your body excited just remembering the moves the two of them did during the game— in fact you never saw nagi be that motivated for anything in his life! “nagi! you guys looked so cool!” the boy nods his head, a small smile creeping up his lips. “thanks.”

“are these your teammates?” you point to a rather large group of boys that was currently occupying a good chunk of your section. almost all of them were identifiable thanks to the close ups and names that popped during the game, yet seeing them in person did kinda make you feel nervous. reo notices the shift in your body language, he steps a foot closer to your body and puts a hand of your shoulder to ease you up. “yeah, from blue lock. we were hanging out and passing by when we heard you were on shift.”

“it’s nice to meet you, yn.” the first to greet you was a certain male that you were very familiar with— in fact, he was quite popular outside of blue lock already. mouth gapes open to see the brunette male and his signature glasses moving forward to you with a bow. “oh my gosh, you’re really yukimiya kenyu!”

“you’re a fan?” maybe yukimiya should’ve expected this; he knew he was popular with the ladies due to his modelling career outside of football, and the shocked and rather excited expression you gave when he called out to you really showed. he just wished reo would stop giving him that stink eye that he saw from the side of his peripheral vision, though it seems like you didn’t even notice your best friend was doing that. “kinda, my friends have a huge crush on you so like i just hear about you lots.”

“right. rie and rosie.” reo watches as the two of you interact with each other, the annoyance getting to him as he clicks his tongue at how excited you are to meet his teammates. a frown slightly drooping by his lips and hands by the sides of his hips as he watches you fish out your phone, “think we can get a selfie together? they’ll totally get jealous!”

“yeah, that’s no problem.” he knew he had no right to have this feeling, especially since the two of you weren’t really in a relationship but there was just something in him that made his eye twitch seeing you get so close to yukimiya, holding up your signature peace to take a selfie with the model. 

a quick ‘thank you’ and bow is given to yukimiya by you as he bows back before you direct your attention once more to the group of boys. “thanks for dropping by, let’s catch up later? i still got about half an hour left till i’m off.”

“ya wanna come hang out with us after?” karasu questions as he takes a step forward before nudging his head as a gesture to include everyone. just as you were about to decline their offer due to the fact that you were still on the clock, you felt bad for having them just wait around the store. “i’ll wait for you.” closing your mouth you look at reo who nods his head, which is very reassuring to you. a breath of defeat goes out, smiling at him you look back to the group of boys. “if that’s the case, i’d love to.”

“yn!” subconsciously you straighten your back and turn on your heels to the owner of the voice, “yes!” your manager makes his way towards where you are, looking at you, the boys behind and then back at your figure with a brow raised up. “what’s with that crowd? friends of yours?”

“yea, they’re blue lock—” your voice easily drowns over your manager’s deep one, shutting your lips tight as he waves his hand to ignore whatever you had to say to him. he sighs, not wanting to waste any time than he has to. “listen, suzuki called in sick today. i’m gonna need you to work till eight tonight.”

“but that’s overtime for me… i have plans today sir.” you wanted to give it a shot, and you knew that it was hard to convince your manager for anything but this was important to you. “we’re short staffed, you got no choice yn.” 

“sure then.” you sigh in disappointment as you nod your head. “and stop talking to your friends if they’re not gonna buy anything, you got lots to do and hourly quotas to reach.” with that your manager waves you off and leaves you be for now.

“ugh, fat pig.” you groan as your smile drops from your face, sticking your tongue out at your manager before turning around to the group of boys who were as equally as bummed out as you. arms cross over the other in an ‘x’ and you shake your head, “sorry guys, yn is cancelled for tonight.”

“hey, he’s obviously overworkin’ ya.” karasu states out while many of them look amongst themselves. chigiri suddenly starts getting worried for you and your health, stepping forward with his thoughts. “isn’t that like… illegal?” 

“what can i do? besides, i guess i am behind on rent so i need the money.” you shrug it off like another typical saturday. this wasn’t the first time you had to do this against your will, and this job was your only source of income so you had no choice but to actually stay.

“you don’t go to the same school as reo and nagi?” pulling a deadpan expression on whatever isagi says, your thumb pointing at the said two. with a more or so condescending tone you say, “you’re asking too much. my brokeass could never attend some high-class super expensive preppy school like these guys.” 

“yn, why don’t you just quit.” reo suggests but you scrunch your nose and purse your lips together, “easier said than done.”

“how much do you get paid an hour?” you hum, thinking in your head about it. “like ¥1000 per hour… on top of commission maybe i hit like ¥210,000 a month?” you try to do the quick calculations in your head, thinking how your usual monthly income looks like. reo pulls a look, softly facepalming once he hears the numbers come out of your lips, with any other purchases  you had to do on top of rent. “and rent is ¥150,000. if you told me you were behind on rent you should've told me.”

“you haven't texted me in like weeks!” pointing an accusing finger at reo, you start to remember how you were indirectly being ignored ever since he entered this blue lock ( all which comes back to you only after the excitement of seeing him again disappears ). “in fact, you didn’t tell me you were gonna be gone for that long!”

“i got preoccupied, alright? calm down yn.” reo brings his hands up in defence as you get closer to him, leaning backwards a bit due to your close proximity. many of the blue lock players chuckle and snicker at the sight of you two having a quarrel. karasu snickers, “uh-oh, yer girlfriend’s mad at ya.”

“y-you told them i was your girlfriend?” you’re taken aback by karasu’s words, really blessing the gods that you applied that blush make up today for work or else they would’ve noticed how such a pink dances across your cheeks. reo on the other hand had that exactly happen to him, more or so embarrassed that they kept insisting that the two of you were a couple. “no, i didn’t!”

“if that’s the case, i’m otoya eita. can i get your number?” you weren’t quite sure how he quickly got in front of you, touching the tips of your fingers so gently with his phone out on his other hand. you were impressed— but you were also at a lost for words in a weirded out way. you stare at his hand that touches yours for a few seconds, not really knowing how to respond to him. “yn…?”

“cut it out.” reo is glaring daggers at otoya, but he isn’t the slightest bit afraid at the purplette boy’s words whatsoever. “what, she’s not your girlfriend. that means i can take her on a date.”

“you’re not yn’s type.”

“how would you know yn’s type?”

“yn’s type is someone with money and is a complete ikemen.” 

nagi blurts rather easily, causing your face to dance with pink. “don’t call me out like that!” the rest of the boys watch as you shake nagi by his shoulders in a rather aggressive way. they’re silent, but they knew exactly who fit that description perfectly. ‘ah… so she basically likes reo.’

“yn, just quit your job already.” reo pinches his nose bridge, trying to stop the possible migraine that might come flying into his head the more he stays here and listen to this bullshit. you scoff and cross your arms at him with an incredulous look, urging him to continue with his plan. “then what?”

“work for me.” the silence is a bit too loud for everyone when reo blurts out those words. a piece of your hair falls on to your face, “what?”

“work as a maid at my place?” reo’s response was more of a question rather than an answer, one you weren’t expecting like the rest of the group. with the look of bewilderment on your face, you open your mouth, nothing coming out only for you to close it shut once more not knowing how to respond to reo.

“oh~ ain’t that kinky?” karasu chuckles at reo’s suggestion for your new occupation, one which you have no comment on for. many others nod their head and agree. hell, even nagi has something to say about it too. “i didn’t know you had those kinds of fantasies, reo.”

“shut up! or be my assistant, just quit this job yn. i can treat you better than that scum.” reo was most likely losing braincells the more he hung out with these guys, ignoring how pink his cheeks flare up for a second. this is when you finally have something to say, chuckling at reo’s cute reaction to everyone’s comments. “as much as i’d love to do just that, i can’t rely on you all the time.”

‘i wish you did.’ 

“i’ll pay you twice what you make in a month.” he sighs and twists his brows, thinking of ways just to get you to leave. you ponder on that for a bit, it was a really enticing deal though your dignity to always have reo save your ass stops you from it. you give a smile, one that hides how exhausted and painful it’s been. “thanks for the offer though, reo.”

“are you sure? he’s giving you a pretty good offer.” yukimiya urges you to take the deal knowing full well that that type of salary is above the average amount a regular worker earns. shaking your head off the concerned looks you were getting from them, your smile ever gets wider. “yeah, i think i’ll try to manage.”

“if that’s what you want, yn. i’ll always be here for you.” if he can’t change your mind, he’ll just have to live with it not wanting to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with. though he reminds you that you’re not alone anymore. ‘she’s always so damn stubborn. she knows i can easily fix her problems but she never asks for help.’

“i appreciate it reo.” your smile looks sad to him, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by the human analyzer karasu. he coughs, breaking the sentimental aura around the all of you to get a move along— he felt bad, but he knew pity was the last thing you’d want from anyone. “we should probably get going, sorry for bothering you at work.”

“no, it’s fine! i’m happy to meet you guys!” you reassure them that they weren’t bothering you with reo moving to talk to you. just as the rest of the group had bid their goodbyes to you, they start to walk away.

“let’s meet up sometime this week, alright?” reo suggests, trying to make up for today’s rather unfortunate turn of events. a small laugh comes out, with your hand pushing a lock of your hair behind the ear.“i’d love that.”

“yn, get to work.” your manager’s voice is heard loud and clear in your ears, but the footsteps of mikage reo walking away from you overshadows it. though the sting of your heart to see reo with a rather disappointed expression, waving his hand and walking away from you. it was as if he was leaving you behind…

“no…” when you think about it now, did you really want to waste your youth stuck working over forty hours a week in a management that doesn’t even care for your well-being, trying to make a day’s ends meet? “what did you just say?” your manager is baffled, urging you to repeat those words again so he can hear you loud and clear.

“i said no. i don’t want to work overtime, you can't keep me here!” spinning your heels to face him full of determination, you indeed were fed up with this place. “you perverted manager!”

“why you—! then you’re fired! get out before i call security!” he screams loud and clear for even customers to hear, a vein popping by the top of his forehead. even if he towers over you, shouts and let his anger out on you, there was no shred of fear that runs through your body. you tilt your head slightly to the side and smile, “fine with me.”

“yeah~! yn-chan in her bad bitch era!” bachira cheers you on, clapping and hollering while a few others of the group whistle and make remarks about your rather boss girl moves ( all which are very proud of you ). “you tell ‘em!”

despite the glare your now former manager was bestowing on you, you felt the weight of a million burdens fall off your shoulders. your chest that felt tight to the core loosens, maybe this job really was taking your youth away without you knowing? hands take off the name tag that used to be pinned at the corner of your left shirt and placing it down on the counter. you walk away from him and towards reo that stood with a rather proud look on his face.

“reo, does that offer still stand?”

“for you, always.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “where’s everyone else?” you exit from the building, looking for a certain group of football players that you would have thought would make a commotion. though reo was the only one you saw, not like you minded. in fact, you preferred it this way. your voice causes reo to look up from his phone in the same spot he would always wait for you to finish your shift. the messages he was getting from the group telling their whereabouts were. 

“told them to just hit the arcade and we’ll catch up with them.” he says as he scans your body while you move in front of him. the more reo looks at you the more he sees that nothing had changed at all, you were still in your uniform and the only difference about your appearance now is that you were holding your bag. the boy raises a brow, slightly offsetted at the turn of events. “you didn’t change?”

“i wasn’t planning on going anywhere after work.” you deadpan while shaking your head. this motion was enough for reo to get the jest of it, knowing full well with what you meant as a small ‘oh’ comes out from him. reo points with his thumb behind him towards the whole of shibuya. “then let’s just buy some new clothes.”

“i’m broke,” you scoff, baffled at his sudden declaration. this wasn’t a first that he suggested things like this, in fact; you should’ve been used to it by now! a hand manages to be placed on the side of your hips, the other lazily pointing a finger at yourself. “how do you expect me to buy clothes?”

“the least i could do for not texting you back.” reo brings his hand out to yours, that smirk of his making you succumb to his antics once more. this man is one-tracked, you knew if he wants something he’ll definitely get it one way or another. though reluctant and even opposing his idea, you hand him your bag to carry as the both of you start to walk towards the shopping district of shibuya. “fine. but don’t spend too much on me, i feel bad.”

“what do you have to feel bad for?” he blinks his periwinkle hues thrice, glancing towards your figure from the corner of your eyes. the two of you continue to cross the infamous shibuya crosswalking, moving closer to you so neither of you could get separated from the crowd. you pout, looking at a different direction away from his gaze. “you’re my best friend, i feel like i’m using your money.”

‘right, best friend.’ those words stung, especially since it came from the same lips he always wanted to kiss so badly. he didn’t mind if he said it since he didn’t want to risk losing you, but when it’s you who says those words it would make his stomach churn. “let’s go to this store.” reo grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you to the store that had caught his attention.

‘that’s pretty.’ the moment reo had let go of you, you had already started booking it to the nearest outfit that caught your eye. he can’t help but smile at how you immediately started getting happy at all the amazing outfits you could pull off with just that one shirt you were looking at. “does anything catch your attention?”

“wait, this place is kinda pricey…” your eyes are ready to pop out of your sockets when you see the multiple zeros at the end of the number on the price tag, contemplating if you should even let reo buy anything from here for you.

“just let me spoil you, princess.”

“if you insist, my prince charming.”

when it came to free stuff, reo realized quickly it was easy to convince you on three things; food, clothes and anime. in fact, he had bought you an airfryer for your birthday once and the fact that you didn’t stop posting and raving about your airfryer on your instagram for a good three months made him think you just haven’t started to feel alive yet. 

“what do you think?” opening the curtains of the dressing room you stood there with all your glory on the platform with reo just waiting for you to come out on one of the sofas. you wore a rather oversized sweater with a linear pattern to it coloured in white, blue and maroon. a pair of blue baggy jeans to finish off your simple look for today’s outing.

“you look beautiful.” even if you didn’t ask, reo would have said it already. especially since you had let him agree to even pick out the clothing he couldn’t help but stare at awe. the look of infatuation in reo’s eyes makes you want to melt, “t-thanks.”

“let’s get outta here?” a hand goes out to you, and you gladly accept as you eagerly want to go see the others and get to know the people reo had spent his days with. your phone vibrates in your back pocket, so you reach out to it and see that it’s an email from your former manager. you click on the attachment, and there it shows your contract with the company nulled. “oh, i just got the termination letter from my manager.” 

“you really made a flashy exit, huh?” the both of you can’t help but laugh at what you did back there, even you still don’t believe you did that. “yeah, to be honest i was so fed up working with him and trying to keep up with the hours…”

“let’s just sue him for breaking youth labour laws and wrongful termination.” why didn’t you think of that? you have yet to turn seventeen and he had already made you go overtime, which was against the law in the first place ( thanks to reo even reminding you ). “you’re a genius!”

multiple bags soon fill up the counter, one employee folding clothes to put in the bag as another scans them. they were like woodswork, going at a swift and quick paste. though you and reo waiting at the counter confuses you since the two of you were the only customers in the store. you point at the ever growing line up of bags, “wait, whose are those?”

“they’re for you.” reo says so nonchalantly you could break down by just looking at the total of all of them. especially since reo gives you such an innocent smile that hides the intent of spoiling you like spare change. “we only agreed to have you buy my outfit today, not an entire closet.” you pout at him but he looks away, “just accept my gift.”

“won’t change your mind even if i said please?” you inch closer to the boy, giving him your best selling puppy dog eyes to see if he would budge if you were to act this cute. “nah.” the same ones he gave a side eye too before inserting his card in, a few button presses and the transaction goes through.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “woah, what took ya guys s‘long?” karasu is the first to notice the two of you walking towards the bowling lane that was assigned to the group. many others turn their heads to anticipate the both of you who wave back at them. a specific heterochromia captain, oliver is amused at the sight of you, “who’s the girl?”

“oh god— almost everyone from the game is here.” you recognize many faces, seeing how half of them were on the opposing team of the football game you had watched. the look of excitement to be able to meet such talented players is shown all over your face. “yeah, we’re bowling with them.”

“wanna join us, yn-chan?” bachira is waving his arm nice and big, urging you to come to their side of the bowling lane. your eyes light up at the invitation, “can i?!” “‘course ya can! be on our team.” karasu gestures you to come over to them and you move your feet to make your way to their group. “don’t mind if i do then!”

“she your girlfriend?” oliver walks over to reo who gives a dissatisfied look, out of everyone he didn’t expect the other team to also be interested in you. “she’s not.” he flat out says, but the look on oliver’s face shows that he’s amused by reo’s reaction. “doesn’t seem that way.”

“what’s in the bag?” yukimiya approaches reo with otoya in tow, everyone’s eyes now looking down at the paper bag that reo had been holding ever since arriving with him. “yn’s uniform.”

“did you buy her clothes?”  the model asks, intrigued with how everything has been playing out today for you and reo. somehow, reo senses that he’s being picked on and his brow starts to twitch slightly. “i mean she just quit.”

“she quit just for you.”

“stop fuckin’ annoying me you guys.”

“yn’s up!” chigiri hollers after you when the name switches to yours on the tv screen. you stand up all excitingly after you put on your bowling shoes, the boys cheering your name as you look for a bowling ball that wouldn’t weigh too much when you throw it.

“i’m gonna strike this!” with a rather smug grin you cockly announce, quickly making your way towards the bowling lane you let go of the bowling ball from your fingers. you as well as everyone watch as all pins fall down in one full swipe. you jump up with your arms out wide, laughing out loud with everyone on your side as the tv reads ‘strike!’ 

“hell yeah! all hail yn-chan!” bachira screams all excited, jumping on your back along with nagi. you can’t lie that all of them were feeding your ego a bit too much. you go around giving high fives to them all congratulating you for your flawless strike.

“beat that. you shits are losing to a girl.” barou taunts the other group with a smug grin, one which touches you because you heard a few things about him and complimenting you almost even made you an egoist. you make your way towards barou, wide smile with hands up for a high five. though he scowled at you, he grumbled things along the lines of ‘it’s only ‘cuz you got a strike you deserve this’ before giving you the double high five you wanted.

“awe, look at ‘em bein’ some proud boyfriend.” karasu who bares his teasing smirk crosses his arms and looks at reo who had been admiring you from afar, watching you get excited with the players that he had grown close with. he loves how your smile just gets brighter the more he watches you, your laughter tuning out everything else from the rest of the world— or so it did until karasu opened his damn mouth. “shut the fuck up.”

“how long have you known reo?” isagi takes a seat beside you, easily taking an interest between you and reo’s relationship. you hum in response, quickly thinking about the first time you and reo had met. “it’s been three years now? we met second year of jr high at an arcade.” the boy’s eyes smile at his new found discovery, quietly applauding such a long time friendship that the two of you had. “woah, it’s been a while then! it’s weird, nagi and reo never mentioned you whatsoever.”

“because reo said if we mentioned yn there’s a possibility that you guys would hit on her.” nagi walks over to the two of you, finishing his turn to bowl. the young boy scratches the nape of his neck as he takes the seat on the other side of you. you didn’t mind, to be honest you saw it coming since you were kept a secret from the blue lock members which may have been for better. though, it might’ve been because nagi and reo cared too much to share you with the others and that thought made you giggle. “ah, and he was right, huh.”

“omg, are those the football players from tv?” you turn your head with a few others to spot a crowd of girls who had their phones out and talking to themselves, giggling to see so many boys in one area playing a game of bowling ( while also completely ignoring you there ). two boys, respectively otoya and sendou went up to them asking for their socials. “they’re so handsome!”

“could we take a picture together?” reo looks to his side as he comes into contact with a female, her face flushed and shy at his presence alone. you could tell she had a crush on the football player, seeing how her phone was out and the lockscreen was reo from the game they had. the boy pauses for a moment, before nodding his head and moving beside her. “sure.”

“what’s with the face?” chigiri who stands a few feet in front of you tries to hold in his laugh at how you had a deadpan expression, eyes slightly furrowed and watching at reo and the other girl’s interaction. isagi notices your change in aura, looking at where your eyes had directed and examines your face, you looked like you were trying to burn holes behind that girl’s back. “you look jealous.”

“i am not.” you snap back at the two of them, but their chuckles only cause you to lowly growl ( in a cute way ) at them. you knew they were teasing you, but were you really that damn obvious that you didn’t like how reo was talking to a bunch of fans? was it because you thought some of them even looked prettier than you? 

“i thought you liked reo.” nagi inserts himself into the conversation, overhearing it after he had took his turn throwing the bowling ball. the boy makes his way to sit on the other side of you, and out of everyone you didn’t really want nagi to know because you making him a third wheel was something you’d rather avoid. you wave your arms in front of your body, trying to justify your actions and what you said, “i-i do! he’s my best friend—”

“yn stop lying to yourself.” your white haired friend’s words are sharp, as if stabbing you and stopping you from spouting anymore excuses. it was like getting hit with nagi’s ult and immediately you were shut down. you whine in response to his words, elbows being placed on your lap and your chin laying on the palm of your hands.  chigiri and isagi nervously laugh since they didn’t know how else to react because they knew you had accepted the truth.

“just give it a chance, maybe he’ll like you back!” isagi is the first to try and cheer you up, trying to get you back to the positivity you were in before nagi had hit you with his negativity. chigiri nodding his head and seconding that opinion, trying to make you look at the bright side of things. 

“we’re not close enough to be having this conversation, isagi.”

your eyes lazily give isagi a side eye with an exasperated sigh, not even bothering to turn your head fully to acknowledge him. maybe he’s right, or maybe not. at this point you were probably coming to a dead end. the said boy bashfully scratches the nape of his neck, chuckling and agreeing to your words, “i guess you’re right.”

“yn! let’s exchange contacts!” bachira comes running back to you after his turn is up, phone in hand along with a large grin. you sit up properly and smile back at him before standing up and walking over to the table. “sure, bachira meguru right?” you spot your phone with many others that lay on the table, glancing back at bachira whole sends finger guns your way and a playful wink. “bingo~!”

the others also ask to exchange contacts with you, and you happily accept it before everyone huddles around your figure and bringing out their phones. you go to your contact profile, showing them your number so they can insert it into their profile. “that charm…” chigiri notices the bell and amethyst that hangs from your phone, and with him bringing it up the other two start to take notice of it.

“oh, this?” seeing how everyone was now looking at the charm you had attached, you bring it up into a better view after the trio had finished putting your number in. all three of them stare intently at him, yet your smile comes forth everytime you see this charm. “reo bought it for me a few months back.”

“i knew i saw it before!” isagi points at the charm in your hand, not really knowing what he means by that. the three football players then recall back to the u-20 game where reo had left his phone out, and everyone thought it was chigiri’s due to the slightly cutesy girly charm by the phone. bachira giggles, feeling all giddy just thinking about the two of you. “you two like to match, huh? it’s so cute!”

“you could say that?” why did you even say that? because you have absolutely no idea what they’re referring to. blinking your lashes thrice they just giggle at you, as if they didn’t even want to inform you in the first place.

“what’s not cute is when they flirt in front of my face sometimes.” nagi’s voice interrupts their giggling, you gasp dramatically at him. when you look at nagi he looks away, avoiding eye contact with you knowing you’re just going to lecture him.  “we do not do that in front of you!”

“so you two do flirt with each other!” bachira gives you a teasing grin with the other two, hand in front of him as if he was one of those gossip girls. he wiggles is brows at you, causing the peachy hues burn the tips of your ears and slapping him ( affectionately ) on the arm as an attempt to stop their teasing. “that’s not what i meant!”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “so what do you think about the guys from blue lock?” after the lot of you finished a day filled with fun activities, reo had offered to take you home, as per usual. you can’t help but give him a big grin. “they’re nice,” you think back to all the new memories and friends you made today, it was probably the most fun you had in years. yet what really made it special was the way reo smiled when he was with them. “you looked like you genuinely were enjoying yourself.”

“hey, that was back in jr high.” he retorts back making you laugh at him. you remember all those times he had study sessions at the old cafe you worked in, it was really a sight to see such a social bird still being picky to who he talks to. “when you hung out with the classmates you had, it was like there was a wall between you and them!”

“they were snobby, yn.” his matter-of-fact tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, which gives you a chance to tease him once more. you use your elbow and gently nudge his side, “oho? and i’m not?”

“‘course not! you’re literally one of the most precious people in my life.” the way reo had said those words struck your heart, it wasn’t the usual sarcastic one he would throw at you when you were teasing him, it felt more honest. your lips slowly curl into a smile, looking at the ground you walk to avoid eye contact with him. “i can say the same to you too, reo.”

“are you free tomorrow night?” breaking a string of silence after the previous topic, he glances down to you where you pull a questionable look towards him, not really knowing how to answer. “i mean, i quit my job? so, yeah, i am.”

“my parents are making me go to this party, i’m wondering if you want to go with me?” you ponder on the offer for a bit, humming in the process as you think about it. “i don’t have the facilities to pull off anything remotely close to all this rich stuff. what’s in it for me?”

“there’s free food.” 

“you should’ve started with that.” giving a rather dramatic hand gesture, you lightly tap his chest making him laugh at your antics. you smile at him, loving how such a joyous sound could emit from his lips. “food really is your love language, huh?”

“of course! growing up in the working class, you might not know my dear struggles.” you bring two fists up to your eyes as you pretend to cry and wipe your tears away, fake sobs here and there as you ramble on about minimum wage jobs and rude customers. reo blinks his lashes, slightly done with how you indicated that such hardships cannot be found in the day to day life of a rich boy. he rolls those lavender hues, “haha, very funny yn.”

“wait, do i wear a dress?” you immediately look up, the party suddenly sinking into your brain. if it was a social gathering that his parents was making him go, then wouldn’t that mean that it was going to be a formal party that included wearing decently expensive clothing that your paycheque could never handle? the thought of that makes your brain spiral, and reo easily saw the look of distress on your face despite the smile. “there’s one in the bag for you.”

“oh, so you were gonna bring me to the party from the very beginning?” sighing in relief you had dodged a financial bullet to the heart, though that makes you look at all the bags reo had been carrying for you all day. you’re reminded of how you went back to one of the train station lockers to get all the bags. “i knew you’d be free.”

“anyways, thanks for being there for me today.” as the two of you near your apartment door, you open up your home for the two of you to come in. “i’m happy to see you again.” reo places multiple bags near the entrance of your doorway before heading back out again. he gives you a sweet toothy grin, “anything for you.”

chuckling at him, you take a step out of your apartment towards reo. taking to heart what a certain striker had told you earlier, you took your chances. placing your lips on reo’s cheek makes your heart beat faster than the force of a football being kicked into the goal, eyes shut close as you make this quick. reo stands there in a blushing mess as he watches you retract back into your apartment and closing the door in front of him.

“goodnight, reo.” 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i’m nervous, i’ve never been to these things before.” when reo had guided you up some rather luxurious stairs, you knew instantly this was not a lifestyle you were used to. the feeling of your stomach wanting to flip inside out earlier has a whole new meaning to you now; one that involves trying to walk through this black evening gown and heels reo left at your apartment last night.

“don’t worry, you look beautiful.” the boy takes your hand in an attempt to soothe your worries away, his thumb ever so gently rubbing the back of your hand as he takes the lead and carefully helps you up the stairs to the entire mansion. you puff out your cheeks without fully soaking in what he just said, eyes looking at the staircase to watch where you were placing your foot so you wouldn’t trip up. you weakly groan at him, “i know, but that wasn’t my concern—”

“just wanted to let you know.” quickly reo takes hold of your hand and pulls you close to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close to his chest after you had successfully missed the last step of the stair. a rather defeated look plays on reo’s face when he sees how clumsy you were in the dress, noting to himself to probably not have given you feels nor a dress like that if he knew you were just going to place your face on the ground within the first thirty minutes of you wearing it.

“jeez, pretty boy.” as you try to keep up the farce that you weren’t embarrassed by how close you were to him, you look away for a bit, hand placing on to his chest to create some distance between the two of you. taking a step back, you start to rethink your life choices up from the moment you put the damn dress on to now.

after last night it was unfortunately normal between the two of you, much to your dismay. you had thought that if you at least made the first move reo would start to realize you liked him more than just a best friend. in fact, the ride in the limo was awkward for you, and up until now it still is because he has yet to mention last night to you. gods, this is not good for your heart.

“the food table is over there if you want to calm down.” reo knows exactly what was on your mind, especially since he was the reason you had the look of discomfort. he nudges his head to the side where your eyes track to; which was a long table of hand food for you to eat. instantly the clouds that flew in the sky of your mind is wiped away at the view of such delectables— some you’ve never have even seen before. “can i take some of it home?”

“knock yourself out.” though it was only for now, reo had successfully distracted you from your mind that was hung up on last night. you happily make your way to the food table with reo following behind, grabbing your phone and taking all sorts of videos and pictures of such high class food before getting a plate to eat all of it.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” reo is behind your body as he puts his hand by your waist, him being a bit too close for your comfort. you can’t bring yourself to look back at him when you start to stiffen up, for god’s sake you can feel his breath on the nape of your neck already.  “my father’s business partner is calling me over, stay here.”

“i’ll see you soon.” trying to hide the voice crack that emerges from your voice box, you knew reo had heard it. his hands stops lingering by your waist before nodding his head and walking away, then only then did you dare to look at him disappear into the crowd. you knew that if he stayed any longer your heart might go into cardiac arrest.

“odd to see your face here, waitress.” taking you out of your trance is a slender woman around your age, your eyes dart to look at her stoic look that was unphased. you pounce on the thought for a bit, trying to see in your little pretty head if you could remember who she was, but no no avail you say, “do i know you?”

“i— why—” she fumbles on her own words, lost for what to say as she’s taken aback by your blunt response. she lets out a groan, fingers pinching her nose bridge before running her hand through her brown locks. “it’s fujimoto tsukina.”

“ah.” you had just now remembered, she was the girl reo was with in the cafe a few years ago with you. you’ve only encountered her a few times but since you never really did go to reo’s preppy school often you weren’t familiar with the people he knew other than nagi. “if you’re going to ask for ryouta’s number again, i’m still not going to give it you.”

“oh shut the fuck up!” your deadpan expression frustrates her, hands balling into fists as she’s insulted thats all you remember her for— it was three years ago. you raise a brow at her actions when she finally cools down, regaining her composure with a slight cough to calm herself. “but i’m not surprised you’re here. i take it you’re still smooching off mikage.”

“what…?” there was something with the way she worded those words that made your lips drop down into a frown, eye brows starting to scrunch up. “don’t ‘what’ me.” fujimoto heaves a prolonged sigh from her nose, rolling her chocolate hues to mock you. “there’s a reason why no one is entertaining you here. you might dress the part but a lot of us can tell you’re not part of this high class society.”

“and that’s understandable, but that’s not the answer that i’m looking for.” quickly snapping back at her, your questions start to raise each moment she’s in your presence. “i’m not smooching off reo or whatever you want to call it.”

“really? it doesn’t look that way to me.” fujimoto gestures at your figure, rolling her eyes at you. “a chanel evening dress with a matching handbag, van cleef necklace with christian dior earrings and bracelets. you’re branded head to toe, commoner.”

you knew she was right, but you never asked for any of this. you bite your bottom lip trying to hold yourself back from trying to make a scene. “i didn’t ask for any of this, i’m just borrowing it—”

“oh cut the shit, yn.” she scoffs obnoxiously, looking to the side to change her scenery before glancing back at you. fujimoto cross her arms and confidently says, “we all know mikage reo can do better than a gold digger like you.” it takes a bit to process that information— that description in general. fujimoto can see from how your face twists that you were taken aback. you blink, “are you jealous?”

“of course not! you just need to learn your place!” her face turns red and puts the blush she applied to shame, causing you to verify your suspicions. you scrunch your face up in discomfort at the second thing she said as your patience starts to run thin. “i’ve barely talked to you in my entire life.”

“that’s a good thing because you don’t belong here.” fujimoto’s voice lowers down in an attempt to scare you. she moves towards your figure whilst opening her limited edition black birkin handbag. her eyes feast on the sight of cash bundled up in her small bag, grabbing hold of the stashes of ¥10,000 banded together. the girl aggressively grabs your hand and places the money in your palm without a second thought.

“don’t bother mikage reo anymore and get the hell out of my sight.” fujimoto tsukina had just bribed you to stay away from reo. her words holds malice and resentment towards you as she looks at you ask if you were in hindrance in her eyes. you look at the cash in your hand, it was probably enough to not work for the next five years. yet the way she started to walk away from you left a bad taste in your mouth.

“fuck you.” clicking your tongue in annoyance, you can’t help but let your frustrations out at the source of your negativity. fujimoto turns around angrily at how you had addressed her after she had just selflessly helped you out; as if charity. your eyes show the rage and raw emotions you’ve been bundling up since the beginning of this conversation.

“i’m not leaving reo because i’m in love with him.”

it was your turn to unplug the cord to fujimoto’s power trip, walking up to her whistle taking the bands off the money she gave you. just as you were at a good distance from her, you effortlessly threw all the cash she handed to her right back at her face. the look of anger bubbling up on the rich girl’s face from in between the paper that fell from above only causes you to smile ever so menacingly.

“take your money, bitch.”

the last yen bill falls to the ground along with the last shred of fujimoto’s dignity, her sense and social awareness thrown out the window with only the thought of slapping your face. she tramples through the money and raises a hand to bring down on you. “why you—”

“don’t fuckin’ touch my girlfriend.” 

you never expected that hand to come down on you, but what shocked you was reo’s interference— nevermind that, but what he said is what set your mind in a spiral. reo had grabbed fujimoto’s wrist and stopping her from touching you, and by the look on his face you can see her was furious at what was happening. hell, a crowd had even started to form just now, and were already whispering to each other.

“g-girlfriend?!” fujimoto chokes on her own words, she’s more shocked about reo’s words than his appearance in your twos’ argument. his grip letting go of her wrist when he notices that she wasn’t going to go through with her movements. he furrows his brows and gives her a look as he steps in between the two of you, “you got a problem with that?”

“she’s a good digger mikage!” fujimoto’s voice is over the top, her finger accusingly pointing to the girl behind reo ; you.

“yn is one of the most honest and hard working people i know, she’s anything but a gold digger.” he scowls at her words, flicking his wrist to slap her accusing finger out of his view. “don’t you ever bother us again.”

reo grabs hold of your hand and pulls you to exit the seen of gossiping rich people who had nothing else to do but bad mouth others. you try to pick up your pace to match with his as you grab the dress with your free hand so you wouldn’t trip again as the both of you make it outside where there was more privacy for the both of you. you’re speechless, baffled and… honoured? your thoughts are all jumbled and everywhere, yet your brain is still in hung up on one thing;

“since when did i become your girlfriend?” this is when you finally snap out of your daze, looking at reo who was checking if you had gotten hurt with your argument with fujimoto. instead of being shocked to hear that you suddenly have a boyfriend now, you rather tease him for it. your eyes raising a brow of curiosity.

“ever since you said you were in love with me.” reo heaves a long sigh whilst looking out towards the garden of the mansion. he had to admit, he was being way too bold back there, but he can’t shake the thought of you getting hurt either. he had just said whatever was the quickest way to get fujimoto to back off, and calling you his girlfriend was something he didn’t think through after hearing what you said.

“you heard that?” your eyes widen slightly, were you too loud? you were sure the crowd only started to form when you called fujimoto a bitch. you felt the blush creeping up to your cheeks, tinting it with a coral colour just realizing maybe you had gone overboard with your confrontation.

“yeah,” he flatly says, swallowing the lump of saliva that was stuck in his throat. reo starts to rub the nape of his neck, moving his feet to face you, but his head hangs low due to the fact that he lost all confidence to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry if i’ve been making things awkward for you today—”

“just shut up and kiss me.” you grab hold of the velvety tie that hangs around his neck as you pull him towards your body. you close your eyes in embarrassment as your lips move to crash into his soft ones. reo’s eyes are wide at the sudden change of pace, but he can’t deny that he’s been wanting to kiss you for all these years.

his gaze softens before he too closes his eyes to melt into the kiss. reo’s left hand wraps around your waist while the other holds you by the side of your neck to pull you close to him as he kisses your lips right back. in that moment the both of you felt like everything was finally complete, the missing piece finding its rightful place within you. your stomach erupts like little fireworks, you wouldn’t have your first with anyone other than mikage reo, but let’s keep that a secret, shall we?

in that second reo wished that you were the only air he needed in his life as the two of you gently pull away, your foreheads leaning on each other while the small shaky breathes escape from both your lips. even as the silence engulfs you whole, your sweet soft laughter comes out.

“i love you, reo.”

“i love you too.” 

snuggling your nose against his he chuckles at your actions, pulling back to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. “let’s get out of here.” the love and sincerity in his eyes is what makes your heart skip a beat and want to melt in his gaze, his gentle touch cuffing your cheeks makes you lean towards him. 

reo wasn’t going to lie to himself any longer, nor was he going to hide how much he loves you anymore. you are the same, and maybe you’d just have to thank isagi’s encouraging words.

“wait, just one more thing.” reo raises a questioning brow at you, though not answering he was curious to know what else you had wanted to go before your departure. sending him a rather mischievous grin, you slyly take one of the wine glass from a butler. making your way to fujimoto who had been ranting about her encounter with you to other guests that attended the party. many of the guest she was with starts to quiet down as they notice you approaching behind fujimoto, before you finally go ahead and tap her shoulder.

“what the fuck do you want—” her words are cut short when you throw the glass of wine at her face. many people gasp dramatically loud which attracts the attention of many people. raising the middle finger at her, you can’t help give her your award winning smile. “i’ve always wanted to do that.”

“that’s my girl.” reo looks at your direction in a fond way. unexpected? yes, but he wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world. your goofy grin drowns the ear piercing shrek fujimoto lets out, making you scoff before running towards reo. grasping on to his hand intertwining with yours you urge him to run with you, which he gladly accepts. “now we can go!”

“mcdonalds?”

“you treating me?”

“i’ll treat you like my princess forever.”

bachira : guys !!!! yn texted me!!! isagi : what did she say? bachira : she said ty her and reo are tgtr now isagi : told her to take her shot otoyo : she could’ve been with me aryu : thats so SLAY of her <3 chigiri : nah yn is way too whipped for reo nagi : good for them yukimiya : i hope reo can stop sending me death threats abt yn now karasu : r none of yall gonna question why tf they’re in suits n dresses in a mcds

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Tatties (Eddie X Fem Reader

Summary: Eddie and reader make plans for new tattoos

Includes: soft flirting, pinning, etc. Reader has tattoos.

    Eddie and (y/n)  were walking outside the school grounds through the woods nearby. They had decided to ditch physics in favor of doing something they could comprehend, talking  about fantastical beasts and imagining up ghost stories to scare the younger members of Eddie’s Hellfire club. 

(Y/n)  and Eddie had seen each other's more obvious tattoos on the forearms, etc but seeing as they usually wore pants to school  Eddie had never seen the many tattoos decorating Danielle’s legs. 

“You have a snake on your leg?” He asked as he finally didn't want to seem like a creep to his new and only female friend. But he was just so curious about her. He snuck quick glances at the various tattoos, a small fairy near her ankle, a ring of mushrooms around her left knee, a snake on the back of her right calf, and a scorpion on her other ankle. 

“Oh, yeah! I forget about these guys all the time. They’re always covered up!” (Y/n)  laughed as she looked down and poked at her knee. “How could you possibly forget about these!” Eddie exclaimed “I’d be showing them off all time, making all the christian moms shake in their beige heels.” 

(Y/N) laughed as they cautiously stepped over tree roots as the dirt got muddier. “Hey look, there’s a creek.” (Y/N) pointed to a small creek flowing a small distance ahead of them, just big enough to hear the water flowing and maybe have a few frogs. She grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him forward to sit on a large tree that had fallen seemingly ages ago. 

“What are we doing?” Eddie asked as he watched her pull her bag around and pull out a sketchbook. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m gonna find a new tattoo here.” (Y/N) said as she pulled out a pencil and carefully glanced around the creek, looking for anything interesting to sketch for later. “You could use some stuff around here for your next campaign right? Like rocks and moss and stuff right? Or is that wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she whipped her head back around to look at him. “I mean maybe, but I kinda like your idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, well…most of the time I like to do it this way. Other times I use old fairytale creatures.” (Y/n) flipped through her sketchbook,finally landing on a page full of the tattoos already on her, and then some and slid the book over to Eddie.

“Is that an old witch?” He asked while he ran his index finger over the page lightly. 

“It’s Baba Yaga, my grandma told me a lot of stories about her when I was younger.”

Eddie smiled as he kept looking over the page. “Hey if I asked you to, would you draw me a tattoo. I’ve been really wanting to get another one but I couldn’t really think of anything.” 

“You?” (Y/n) asked, “You, Eddie Munson, couldn't think of a tattoo idea? Color me surprised.” She chuckled as she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail.

“I know, crazy right?” He replied as he handed the sketchbook back to her. “You’re really good by the way, guess that's why you’re in art class though huh?” (Y/n)’s cheeks flushed red as she adjusted her sketchbook in her lap. “Do you like fall? Or old folklore?” 

“Yeah, of course. I didn’t start liking fantasy out of nowhere.” Eddie laughed as he supported himself on his palms behind him. “Okay well have you ever heard of The Headless Horseman?” She asked in return. Eddie nodded as he raised an eyebrow. (Y/n) continued, “Weelllll, do you like it?” She bumped her eyebrows at him as she nudged him with her shoulder. “Sure, but not enough to get him tattooed.” Eddie shrugged.

“Okay well what are some specific things you like?” (Y/n) readied her pencil on her paper, making three little bullet points. “Well, I like fantasy obviously, umm…metal-” 

“Obviously.” (Y/n) cut in, gesturing to his vest with her pencil and a smile.” 

“Yeah, ha. And ummm, just general creepy shit.” He said as he nervously wiped his hands on his jeans and wondered why he was always so nervous around her. His heart was beating erratically, and his palms were sweaty but he wasn't scared of her. Usually when he had a crush on someone he became obsessed and wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about them, though he never told a soul. But this felt different, it felt….natural.

“Ooh! I have an idea!” (Y/n) exclaimed as she began scribbling on her page. “It’s gonna be perfect!” Eddie waited patiently, keeping himself entertained by tossing small pebbles and sticks into the flowing water. After a few minutes she eagerly turned the sketchbook around revealing a sketch of a short bladed dagger with a ram skull at the handle. 

“What do you think?” (Y/n) asked excitedly as Eddie took a closer look and grinned. “Awesome” He murmured, “That’s definitely perfect. Just like you said.” he kept his smile as he made eye contact. “Thank you.”

(Y/n)’s face turned bright red as she put the sketchbook back in her bag and looked down to hide her face. “You’re welcome.” She whispered. “We should get a tattoo together.Maybe even get similar tattoos, what do you think? You could get a knife tattoo with… I don’t know…a cat skull or something.” Eddie laughed, trying to ease the air of nervousness. 

“I’d love that.” (Y/n) looked back into his eyes and smiled.

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Eden - (Chapter 15) An Assassins Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob x OC

“Honestly, Jacob. Couldn’t we do this after I’d woken up?” I yawned.

He shook his head. “You need to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice; better start practicing now.”

I rolled my eyes, annoyed that this couldn’t wait, and Jacob seized the moment to strike. “I know you can fight, and you fight well, but you used your powers to help you fight. You would take a hit because you knew that in a few minutes, you would heal, so now I need to teach you better defence.”

I stumbled back on one hit, taken aback by Jacob’s words. “I have a great defence,” I stated, and Jacob chuckled, pinning me to the ground before I could say anything else.

“Do you now?”

I pushed him off me and brushed off the dirt. “Fine, maybe I’m a bit rusty.”

Jacob smiled and offered his hand to help me up. “You know how to fight and defend yourself without your powers; we just need to refresh your memory.” He explained.

“Then teach me, Maestro, ” I said, my voice filled with determination and eagerness to learn.

Jacob's eyes widened as I addressed him in Italian for the first time. “That’s not fair! You can’t use Italian to distract me!” he protested, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I laughed. “That wasn’t the intended purpose, but now that I know what speaking in my native tongue does to you,” I purred.

“Eden!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save it for later.”

“Hmm,” Jacob mused before we returned to the task at hand. We started with the basics: weapons. I wanted to argue that nothing about my weapons needed to change, but Jacob reminded me that the Assassins today used different weapons than the Assassins during the Renaissance.

“Take your gauntlet,” Jacob said, grabbing my wrist. “You have your grapple launcher but also a dart launcher.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, Jacob.”

“Okay. Since you’re used to that, let’s bring out the cane sword.” I pulled a cane from a nearby barrel and tossed it to me. “This is a gift from the Rooks to you.”

I stared at the cane in wonder as my thumb traced the crow emblem on the top. “It’s beautiful.”

“A weapon that matches the user.”

I blushed. “Thanks.”

Once I learned the basics of each, we moved to the defence part, which involved me falling on my ass a lot. Jacob was right when he said I’d relied on my powers for too long. I had to erase everything I’d learned over my three hundred years of being immortal. By the third day of defence training, I was full of cuts and bruises and felt like I was no closer to being able to protect myself.

“Urgh!” I groaned as Jacob knocked me over again.

“You’re too stiff in your movement, Eden,” Jacob explained, pulling me off the ground.

“Too stiff?” I asked, wanting clarification.

“Yes. Treat dodging an enemy’s blows like you would a dance.”

I laughed, dusting the mud off my jacket. “Well, I don’t know how to dance.”

Jacob stopped for a moment, shocked at my admission. “You don’t know how to dance?”

I shook my head. “Nope, never been to a dance or anything.” 

Jacob stared in amazement. “Wow, alright.”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Jacob, my whole childhood was training, and the rest was running, so I never had time. Not to mention who my father was.”

Jacob chuckled. “I forget sometimes.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “I have an idea. We’re going to the dance at the local pub tonight.”

“Jacob... It’s dangerous.”

“I’ll have Rooks patrol the area, and you’ll have me,” Jacob reassured, his protective nature evident in his words.

“I don’t know...” I was hesitant to put myself in danger for something as silly as a dance.

“I will make it safe, Love. I want you to enjoy your newfound life. Not be locked away and hiding again.”

Jacob had a point. Since discovering that I was no longer immortal, I’d been hiding. I should be enjoying my life.

“Okay. I’ll go.” Jacob smiled and moved to kiss me, but I took the opportunity to flip him. He landed on the ground with a thud, and I laughed.

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[loominggaia]

...“Combatants, to your marks…aaand go!” called Lukas. The crew began to cheer, but the combatants didn’t charge each other right away. Instead, Isaac bounced around on his feet and offered a warning. “Are you ready to scrap, old man? You might break a hip!” he teased. “I am ready when you are, my little friend,” Mr. Ocean told him, standing casually in place. “Okay,” Isaac said slowly, crouching to telegraph his charge ahead of time, “here I come!” The boy was confident he had this match in the bag–so confident that he felt guilty for even agreeing to compete. But this was his captain’s command, so he obeyed and bolted towards the ancient cecaelia with the bamboo stick raised high. The stick stopped short of its target as Mr. Ocean seized Isaac’s wrist with one of his tentacles. Their crewmen hooted and hollered around them, their noise escalating as another tentacle wrapped around Isaac’s ankle and lifted him off the ground. Isaac dangled upside-down before his opponent, squirming helplessly in his grip while a third tentacle wrapped around his other wrist, and a fourth found his free leg. Once all the human’s limbs were bound, Mr. Ocean flipped him over and pinned him belly-up in the dirt. “He’s like a million years old, Izzy, he can’t be that strong!” shouted Javaan. Isaac tried with all his might, growling and squirming, but no matter which way he tried to pull himself, the tentacles pulled him back. The stick was clutched in his fist, so close to its target but unable to strike, for a tentacle had wrapped itself tightly around his wrist and fingers. The rest of Mr. Ocean’s body hadn’t moved an inch since the match began. He stood calmly above his opponent, arms dangling loosely at his sides while his tentacles did all the work. Lukas hollered angrily, “God damn it, Isaac! I’ll be down fifty bucks if you don’t get your act together and smack that decrepit old geezer! Get your ass up right now!” “Trust me, I’m trying!” the young man replied through gnashed teeth, but it was no use. He turned to his opponent and panted, “If you think you won, you’re wrong, ‘cause I’ll just keep fighting and fighting! You’ll wear out eventually! You’re gonna be sore in the morning if you keep this up, I’m warning you! Let me go, man! Come on, aren’t you late for bingo or something?” Mr. Ocean stepped forward and squatted over his body in a comfortable position, resting his elbows upon his knees. He propped his cheek on his palm and smiled at Isaac, telling him, “I’m retired, my friend. I have all day to spare…and I’d be delighted to spend it with you! Have I ever told you about the time I was captured by pirates? It was two hundred years ago–or perhaps four hundred? Hm, maybe even six hundred now, I can’t recall. Anyhow, there I was, sailing along the coast of Serkel–or maybe it was Noalen. No…Wokina, perhaps…?” “Oh, God, fine! I forfeit! I forfeit!” Isaac surrendered desperately. At last, he felt the tentacles loosen around his limbs and he scrambled back to his feet. “Isaac’s out! Well done, Mr. Ocean!” Evan chuckled, “Looks like you still have some fight left in you after all, you old sea-dog!” Lukas angrily slapped two 25GP coins into Glenvar’s hand. Then he turned to Isaac, who had just climbed out of the pit, and scolded him, “You lazy little quitter! I ought to whup you stupid for that crap!”

-Excerpt from an upcoming Looming Gaia story. Isaac vs. Mr. Ocean in the training pit.

I love this scene. Isaac's so ready to throw down and Ocean just old mans him into submission immediately lmao

Mr. Ocean:

Isaac: OMG HAVE MERCY PLEASE

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[queen-of-the-queers]

what abt a jabitha fic of them making breakfast together 👀👀👀👀

Hey Levi, sorry this is a mess x

Tabitha dropped two pieces of bacon into the frying pan, sighing as a familiar sizzling sound filled the kitchen. She loved cooking breakfast. It was something she’d been doing since junior high, frying eggs, sunny side up and preparing steaming coffee for herself every morning before school.

It had also been a skill her grandpa taught her; every summer spent in Riverdale served as another opportunity to be shown how to create a meal from scratch and make it perfect.

And now she was so grateful for that experience, getting to put her skills into practise, both at work, and at home with her boyfriend.

Speaking of her boyfriend, she could hear him getting out of bed, the mattress squeaking audibly as he moved.

“Good morning sleepyhead!” Tabitha called out to him, watching with a soft smile on her face as he pulled on his robe and ambled towards the kitchen. He yawned, sinking onto one of the cheap, green bar stools opposite from her.

“Uh, it’s too early for this,” Jughead mumbled, rubbing his eyes, “I can’t believe you actually enjoy getting up at this ungodly hour.”

She cast her eyes to the antique clock pinned to the wall, grinning and rolling her eyes playfully upon seeing the time.

“Jones, it’s 10 o’clock.”

He moaned.

“Still! I swear you left me hours ago. It’s cold in there without you.”

Tabitha stood up, returning to her pan and flipping the bacon. She watched out of the corner of her eye as her boyfriend stared at her, a goofily enthralled look on his face.

“You could come over and help me?” she suggested, “And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider going back to bed with you.”

He perked up immediately, sliding out of his seat and walking around to stand behind her. His hand slid lazily from her shoulder, down her back until it was grazing just over her hip. She was barely able to hide the way the gesture made her shiver in exhilaration.

“What can I do?” Jughead asked, eyeing the mess of pots and pans covering every surface of the bench suspiciously.

Tabitha placed her spatula down and turned to face him.

“Either you mind this while I do the dishes, or you put some music on and get onto it.”

“Wow, Tabby, I’d forgotten how bossy you in the kitchen,” Jughead teased, “Yes chef.”

He sauntered over to the sink and turned the faucet on.

“What radio channel?”

..

For a while, they worked quietly yet harmoniously, side by side, both of them occasionally humming aloud to the radio. Music and delicious smells wafted through the kitchen, the intermittent sounds of sizzling bacon causing Jughead’s stomach to growl in hunger.

“Are we nearly done Tabs, I’m starving,” he grumbled.

She turned around, in the middle of scooping an egg onto his plate.

“Do you mean am I done? You’ve been subtly testing out your dance moves for the past ten minutes. Big improvement, by the way.”

A dull blush began to creep up his cheeks and Tabitha felt a tiny bit bad. But not much.

“Come on,” she said, slapping his arm gently, “Breakfast’s ready.”

And just like that, any shred of embarrassment he may have been feeling instantly melted away, as he eagerly grabbed the plates and attempted to run towards the dining table. Unfortunately, he rather misjudged his steps.

It was like his movements turned to slow motion. He tumbled towards the ground, crying out in shock as his and Tabitha’s delicious, heaping plates of eggs, bacon and toast went flying through the air. Eventually, everything came down to the floor with a splat.

Jughead sat there in silence for a few minutes, before shamefully peeling a piece of bacon off the ground and looking over at his girlfriend.

“Picnic,” he tried.

Instead of responding, she withdrew her phone from her pocket, snapped a few photos and burst out laughing.“Oh, Archie and Betty are gonna love this.”

[cdroloisms]

I promised twt a threadfic bc like man for a writer I’ve really just been posting NOTHING and I figured I’d put it here too - I planned on making it cover more of the scrapped lore but it just ended up being c!Dream and c!Sam having an awkward conversation in a box for an excessive amount of time again whoops. 

tw: fictional abuse, torture, starvation references, c!Sam is an unreliable narrator and c!Dream is trying to convince him of things, which always makes for a fun combo ! i love them your honor

“Prove,” Dream says, barely over a whisper, “that you’re different.”

Sam scoffs. His trident scrapes over obsidian. A chip shatters, jumps over the ground, sharp and brittle. Sam watches as it settles into the dimpled surface of the floor. No mining fatigue - the obsidian feels so much more fragile, here. 

A chattering crash of chains; the iron-clad tip of Sam’s boot digs into a furrow in the ground; he turns, furrowed brows. Dream’s knees bleed, where they are pressed into the obsidian. It is still newly hewn. Sharp-edged.

“I have nothing I need to prove to you.” Clipped words. He doesn’t reach for his mask - or worse, the jagged line of the scar that slips underneath it, the metal reconstructing his eye socket, the redstone whirring set into his skull. (Red, red, burying deeper-)

Sam turns, and betrays nothing. The butt of his trident does not touch the ground.

“Sam,” Dream calls (and he calls, and he calls, because Dream does not speak without expecting an answer-) “Sam, he’ll kill me, you know he will-“

“You killed me.” A clack, teeth clicking together, jaw snapping shut. Sam’s hand reaches up towards the edge of his mask with a mind of its own and he pushes it down when he realizes it’s in line with his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around. 

“That- that’s true,” Dream murmurs, and Sam wants to tell him to stop sounding like that. Like he’s conceding - Dream doesn’t surrender. Never when it really matters - his eye, the metal one, swivels and hums. “To- to be fair, it was only- one life.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” Sam snaps - his grip tightens on the trident and he swears that static jumps up its handle, even though this isn’t even the one with Channeling. 

(Dream’s voice, and he’s left a live wire - rising heat, sparks flashing. His stomach flips in nausea and nerves and hunger.) 

“And this isn’t for me,” Sam mutters, three paces right. The cell is built wrong - it’s too wide. He keeps stopping a block and a half short of the wall. “You shouldn’t be free, Dream.”

“…well,” a pause - Sam imagines Dream’s bottom lip caught between his teeth- “That’s- a bit of a- a matter of perspective,” a beat, fingers tapping against his thigh, “right?”

“Do not try this again, Dream,” Sam says, still refusing to look behind him to the pale face behind the glass. He can imagine his expression well enough without sparing more of his time and attention to Dream’s manipulations. “The only perspective you care about is your own.”

…okay,” Dream’s voice is slow, weighing every word. Metal against metal, another lapse in sound - Sam corrects his mental image. Dream can’t fidget with his hands when they're tied behind his back. None of the crying obsidian is in the right place; a drop lands to his left, shattering against the edge of a block, torn apart on its knife’s edge. Purple splatters, beads against the side of his boot. “Okay- fine. I- this isn’t about the prison.” 

Sam scoffs. Everything is about the prison. He turns to examine the floor, the missing netherite barrier. 

“Sam,” Dream’s voice pitches higher. More desperate. “Sam, you know he’ll kill me.” 

“I know,” Sam replies, tone unwavering. The silence returns. Sam tries to imagine his face - twisted in anger, maybe, at being so casually rebuffed - or have his eyes widened in that meaningless mockery of terror? Or perhaps he has his eyebrows furrowed in that searching glare towards the floor - examining the obsidian for cracks. Examining Sam for weakness, for a foothold, for that pin to push and pry at ‘til it all gives way and he’s granted the keys of the kingdom.

There is no such pin, Sam is sure. Dream has run out of options, this time - at Sam’s mercy. Justice upheld. No more words, no more lies - just silence, in all its solid comfort. Under his mask, he feels the corners of his lips twitch, the way the scar splitting his face in two moves with the motion. 

Dream’s voice is low. “You can’t get the revive book if I’m dead.” 

“So give it over, and I’ll keep you alive.” Sam raises his eyebrow, one last gambit. He’s not expecting much - it’s almost rote, at this point. He asks, and Dream denies him. Dream calls, and he never enters the cell. There is nothing they share that does not demand surrender. 

“No- then you’ll kill me!” 

“I already told you that I wouldn’t.” 

“You-” Dream cuts himself off. “Quackity is going to kill me.” 

“Give me the book,” Sam repeats, “and I won’t let Quackity kill you.” 

“Stop lying to me.” Dream’s voice wavers. Redstone hums next to Sam’s ear, a staticky low buzz. He looks up, watches the torches flicker on the wall. The light is softer than the overwhelming heat and light of the lava curtain. The flames dance and flicker. 

“I don’t lie,” Sam says, closing his eyes. The air in this cell is cool - cold, even. A little damp. “I’m not like you, Dream.” 

“...you’re not,” Dream echoes, and his voice sets Sam’s teeth on edge. “You’re not. You’re not like me and- and you’re not like him.” 

Sam’s jaw twitches. The chains rattle; Dream’s breathing rattles with them. 

“I lied- to you. I betrayed you, I manipulated you,” Dream breathes, like some twisted confession, the things that Sam knows but hates hearing Dream say anyway. The things Dream will admit despite this, or maybe because of this, the things he will only tell Sam. He finally turns around, one slow step after another, until he has traced a half-circle back to the center of the cell and is facing directly across from where Dream is chained on his knees behind the glass. Dream’s gaze flicks upwards. “I killed you.” 

Dream’s hand, around the pickaxe’s handle. Quackity somewhere above them both, finding the same pickaxe, blood and gore on the prison’s floor. Sam doesn’t quite flinch, but there’s an ache to his jaw, his temple. 

“You know what Quackity will do.” Stripped of his armor, his mask, it’s easier to see the way that the muscles over the back of his neck and shoulders screw tight, the anxious flicks of his eyes - the floor, the ceiling, Sam. The floor, again. It’s nothing like the prison, where skin stretched thin over bone left little to the imagination, where he’d walked into the room with Dream cracked open, laid bare, more times than he cared to count. “You- you know, Sam. You know-” 

Sam clears his throat, and the sound echoes. Dream’s mouth shuts. 

“...you- you’re not the same, as us.” Dream looks up and meets his eyes. The light in them isn’t a constant thing, like it was in the prison - it flickers and grows and dims, twin spires of flames from the torches fixed on the wall behind him. He wets his lips; his voice hardens. “Prove that you’re not the same as us.” 

Sam glares. Dream’s eyes narrow, searching. 

“Prove that you’re different, prove you’re nothing- nothing like the two of us. You know what I’ve done, fine. You know what Quackity can do. Has done. Look at this place, Sam, look at- this isn’t- you’re not-“ 

“This is justice.” Sam gestures at the walls of the cell, and Dream flinches, swallows. 

“No- no,” Dream shakes his head. “This is murder. This is- you know what Quackity is like. You think this will be quick?” 

“If you stayed in the prison, then you wouldn’t be here.” 

“Fine. Fine- but he’ll torture me. And then he’ll kill me. He’ll kill me, Sam, you know he will.” 

Sam breathes out, slow and harsh through his nose. He opens his mouth to speak and doesn’t say a word. 

“Prove that you’re different,” Dream’s Adam’s apple bobs, neck straining to look up at Sam - he doesn’t remember stepping this close. He’s too aware of every movement, every blink, his hands twitching at his sides. “And let me go.”