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[demyleigh]

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[gremlingottoosilly]

housewife idea??? ish??? what do think könig does when he sees his wifey scrapbooking? using all those fancy tapes and stickers, maybe even pasting polaroids in her journal…

He is...mesmerized. If his pretty girl has such a lovely hobby, it will just pay more into his illusions about having a perfect feminine housewife. Hobbies have no gender, but we're dealing with a socially disadapt moron who barely registered you as a human being and not his daydreaming turn alive, so he will force his fantasies on you. He doesn't understand the hobby at first - you're hoarding every pretty piece of paper you can. find any napkin with a fancy ornament, you're buying stickers and washi tapes like there is no tomorrow...and you made photos - he doesn't really like having his photos taken, it reminds him of the harsher realities of being bullied during schooldays, but he will try to accommodate to your interests. You live in captivity, so it's only natural you started to have weird hobbies. He at first thought that all of your requests for fancy weird scissors were a part of an elaborate plan to help you escape, but then he saw all of those pretty postcards you made...he will take it as trophies. Would request you to make more with your photos in it - so he could hold it in the files of the mission and watch at the carefully placed paper laces and little sticker cutouts the whole day. If you're more domesticated and allowed on base sometimes, you could even start giving little gifts to his friends and just random recruits! Konig was extremely against it at first, but you're always so moody and sad when you realise you literally don't have a social circle outside of him...you need to talk to someone, to have some careful and curated connections - and even a dumbhead like Konig understands this. You can get photos with a squad photographer and make those adorable scrap-booking posters for units and smaller teams - they adore it, mostly. They don't have a choice on the matter, however, because if they dare to refuse...Konig won't be too sad about losing a few dumb recruits.

[777heavengirl]

AM - Chapter 3

I Wanna Be Yours

Sirius Black x reader Chapter 3/3 Warnings: angst?, smoking, suggestive themes, fwb to lovers word count: 3,178 masterlist

Currently playing: I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys

Chapters i, ii, iii

Sirius Black did not think of himself as a hopeless romantic. He never cared for the lovey sickness or all the stereotypical heart designs, not the lace nor the saccharine-drenched desserts. He knew you did though. As much as you tried to hide it. He knew well of the small journal-turned-scrapbook you kept under your bed. The one with the tickets and pictures and scraps of napkins and doodles you had accumulated. Sirius Black was not a sentimental person. But he adored that you were. That you kept trinkets and other “useless” artifacts and bits just because they reminded you of a moment, of a memory, of a person. He missed watching you put your sentimental treasures in your boxes, in your journal. You pretended not to know he watched you. 

He wondered if you kept things from him. From your moments, your memories together, of him. 

He stared at the Polaroid Lily took of the two of you with her muggle camera. You sat on his lap, a cigarette between his lips and a fun pink drink in yours. His arm around your waist, his other hand resting on your thigh. The sparkly dress you wore that night was entrancing to look at even through the still picture. One of your arms hugged his shoulders and your smile was so wide the corners of your eyes crinkled. Your smile was so big it made your eyes almost close. His own lips rounded into a crooked smile between the cig. It was the night you first hooked up. The morning after neither of you could stop giggling. He kept the anxiety of not knowing how to move forward close to his heart.

He remembered your laugh as Lily took two pictures, one for you, one for him. It’s not like he’ll keep it, pads isn’t sentimental like that.

The truth was, you were wrong. He kept it in his desk drawer since that night. He’d look at it often when you weren’t in his arms. 

This was the smile he liked the most from you, he thought. The one right before you bust into laughter. He loved seeing it, it was like a firework, like a star shining in the night sky. He hadn’t seen that smile the entire time you had been in your relationship. He hoped it was just because of the distance between you that he hadn't seen it. But after the Ravenclaw party and the way Jacob had manhandled you. He wasn’t so sure anymore. 

Remus, Peter, and Sirius waited outside of McGonagall’s office door. It was normal for James to be in trouble. It was usually all of them together but, not in trouble for something like this. Sirius had gotten down just in time to see James’s fist colliding with the Slytherin’s face. The screaming between Marlene and your boyfriend had brought him down and James’s outburst had brought unwanted attention. As Slughorn took James away, Sirius dragged Peter and Remus down. They followed the professor and their friends all the way down to McGonagall’s office. Jacob had been sent to the hospital wing. 

Slughorn burst out of the office, no James in sight. The older man seemed upset but didn’t comment on the boys’ presence. The door rested slightly ajar. 

“Professor you have to understand, I couldn’t stand for it!” James loudly “whispered” to his head of house. James couldn’t whisper for the life of him. 

“Mr. Potter, while I understand that Mr Brown's comment made you very upset and I do not tolerate such foul name calling especially about a dear student like Miss Y/L/N-“

”It was more than name-calling Minnie!”

”Please refrain from calling me that-“ The boys outside could hear the amusement in McGonagall’s voice. It quickly faded. “violence is still not accepted, even if he called her a-“

”a whore! He called our Y/N a whore Minnie!” Sirius felt his blood drain from his body. He was going to kill him.

Remus put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder as if sensing the storm brewing inside of him.

McGonagall sighed and told James that he had a week of detention. Rather light for the offense. 

“She doesn’t know does she?” Remus asked James as he exited the office. James’s eyes went wide as he realized they had all heard, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to tell them. He would on his own time, be a bit apprehensive of Sirius’s reaction. James shook his head no. You had no clue, at least from him.

”I knew he was a good-for-nothing bastard,” Sirius stared at the floor, his hands deep in his pockets. “I’m going to murder him”

If the boys didn't know better, they'd believe him.

-

You sat at your boyfriend's bedside. By the time you got yourself together and went down to the hospital wing he was sleeping off his bruised cheek and the apparent slight concussion from hitting the floor. You wondered if James was okay, wanting nothing more than to go after your friend. But you felt responsible for his state, even if he had called you something mean, you felt guilty. You felt like you had driven him to blind jealousy and childish name-calling.

"Y/N?" Jacob stirred awake, surprised about your presence. "thought you'd be with Black." His expression soured and his fingers gripped your hand that was placed on the bed. 

"I had half a mind to go wait with him for James" Your words were mumbled but you knew he understood you as he tightened his grip on your fingers. Marlene nor Lily had told you what he had said. Alice didn't have any shame in telling you however, he called you a whore Y/N, if I had been in the position to I would've beaten him bloody. You found yourself not caring what the boy had called you.

"I swear I didn't mean what I said honey," you frowned at the nickname "I was just so mad, I was upset, and your friend Maria-"

"Marlene?"

"Yeah that one, well she kept screaming at me and I just blew a fuse" You couldn't help but stare at him blankly. Jacob Brown was a handsome man but the temper he hid under a shy and stuttering demeanor had crossed a line, and fast. He lost whatever charm he may have possessed. He would never and has never made you feel the way Sirius Black does.

You were never really into blondes anyway.

"I think we're done Jacob," you pulled your hand away. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not expecting you to have the balls to rip the bandaid off. "And if I had been James, I would've broken your nose, so be thankful"

You got up without another word, he didn't dare speak either. You slowly started walking faster, out of the hospital wing, up stairs, and down hallways picking up more and more speed, until you were running. You sprinted as fast as you could, as fast as your shoes would let you. You could see the glimpses of the remaining sunlight peer through each window you passed. They flashed like a camera lens. You needed the rush of adrenaline, to remind you that you were alive, that your heart was beating. You stopped in front of the fat lady, her nose scrunched up at your disheveled appearance. 

"Rictusempra" She opened without further complaint. 

Your chest heaved up and down as you slowed down, entering the warm, cozy common room.

"How lovely of you to join us," James laughed from the couch, a small ice pack wrapped around his hand. "How's my favorite whore?" You laughed and scrunched up your nose and Lily gasped in surprise. 

"I'm doing great— newly single" your friends oo'd, "how's my amateur boxing champion?" You couldn't help but poke fun, James had a way of lighting up the atmosphere. You were grateful for it.

Lily ran her hands through his hair as she answered in his place, "he's doing better, he only has detention for a week,"

"Lils you're fussing over him too much he does not need that thing-" you laughed as you pointed at the ice pack, the redhead turned as bright as her hair as she laughed too. She knew but it never hurt to indulge James's dramatics. Most of the time.

"Minnie is a saint is all I'm saying," his words came out as more of a purr as Lily continued to pet his hair.

You struggled to ask the obvious, James looked at you like he was daring you to ask, Where's Sirius?

"He's in the astronomy tower-" Remus spoke up from his chair before anyone else could say anything, 

Peter chuckled as your cheeks reddened, "Might have to hold him back," the rest of the marauders started giggling like they were twelve "he wanted to commit bloody murder earlier"

You messed with Peter's hair, mouthing a thank you to Remus as you left.

-

"I thought we said we'd quit," Your words came out in a short breath, the stairs all the way up the tower were no joke. 

"Well hello there stranger," The words came muffled as Sirius balanced whatever was left of a cigarette between his lips. You walked to sit with him on the ledge, much like you had in February. Your thighs pressed against one another and you took a brand new box of organic cigarettes out of your pocket. "Glad to see neither one of us held up to the promise of quitting" Sirius chuckled as he took the box from your hands.

He put out the cig on the edge of the wall and took one of yours out. He placed it between your lips, his fingertips softly grazing your lips. You suddenly didn't feel the need to smoke. But you didn't say this as he took out his lighter and lit it for you. He took the cig after you inhaled. You couldn't help but stare at him, your arms crossed on the metal bar in front of you, your head on your forearms. The rings of smoke mixed and danced in front of you again.

"I have another confession to make"

"Besides the fact that you chain smoke like you're a fifty-year-old man?"

"Yes," you said and he turned to look at you, an amused flicker in his eyes. You could see the kindness in them, the care. Sirius always cared. No matter what he said or did, you knew this. All of you knew.

"Spit it out then love," his words were whispered, and he took the cigarette again. Your box was still in his right hand.

"You make me feel like I just downed a bottle of firewhiskey" He barked out a laugh at your childish confession, tilting his head back. He nodded as he passed back the cig. "and if I'm really honest, Jacob never made me feel like that, I fear," you inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill you, Sirius's expression twisted at the mention of the boy. 

"I hope not," You couldn't help but wonder if Sirius's need for your attention was simply to scratch an itch. Simply the satisfaction of knowing that he had you wrapped around his finger. The satisfaction of having you in his bed. 

"What is it to you Black?"

"Don't call me that," he knocked his shoulder with yours, releasing a giggle from your lips. "If you must know— I could treat you better,"

He looked away now, shy at his admission, even when it had been said haphazardly. Like it wasYou shook your head, unable to process nor accept his statement. Sirius Black did not care. You knew this. He didn't care about your sentimentalism or your feelings. Sirius did not know what you liked to eat or watch or listen to. He did not care. He had never cared to ask or show interest. He didn't care that you knew he only drank pumpkin juice during dinner, or that he liked it when you braided his hair, or that his favorite muggle movie was the new animated Robing Hood and not the Godfather as he always said. You knew Sirius Black did not care that you knew all of his favorite things and he didn't know a single one of yours. And it broke your heart. That he refused to know you or to let you fully in.

"That's not fair," you retracted your legs, curling them up to your chest. Shy of the contact, self-conscious of your closeness and the way you let him in so easily. You didn't accept the cig back from him. 

"How?" he put out the cig and pulled at your hand. "He could never make you happy, he will never know you like I do baby" his words were merely a whisper between the two of you. 

"What could you possibly know about me, Black?" he hated when you called him that "You don't truly know a thing about me-"

"I know everything about you," he was barely a breath away, your warmth mixed with his and if you moved a mere centimeter your faces would touch. "I know your favorite color is pink, but you always say its red, it's not any pink either its the baby pink of the dress you wore to the Christmas dinner at the Potter's last year" You held your breath. “the one that shimmered under the lights-”

"Do you want an award for knowing my favorite color?" Sirius ignored you as he continued. 

"I know you like orchids but not as a bouquet, you like lilies best," his fingers tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, but his hand remained there, at the edge of your jaw and you couldn't help but stare into his big grey eyes. You could almost see the constellations in them.

"You like the pixie dust flavored bean but hate the chocolate one, I know you wanted to be an auror when you were little but now you lean more towards a teaching position here," You felt a knot form in your throat as he continued to tell you the things about yourself you thought he had no clue of. "I know you like the smell of my leather jacket and that you keep a scrapbook under your bed, you love frills and lace and they are everywhere on that journal, I know you hate cigarettes because you feel guilty but you can't help yourself when you're anxious" you were somehow closer now, his tender hand on your jaw bringing your faces together to the point you could scarcely feel his lips as he spoke.

"I know you are a sentimental person, who keeps everything and everyone deep in your heart and that you wear your heart on your sleeve, all you do is give to others, your love, and your attention and it drives me insane," your lips were touching now, and you couldn't help but flutter your eyes shut as he finally said "I just want to be yours, love"

He pressed his lips to yours fully, his other hand threaded through your hair as he held your face close to his. You had kissed Sirius a handful of times, between the bites and the pulling of clothes. You had kissed Sirius with fear that he didn't truly want you, he had kissed you like it was something forbidden. But this time was different, he kissed you like a man starved like you'd leave him again for some other prat, he kissed you like he had been waiting a million years for it. He sucked softly at your bottom lip as you allowed him to deepen the kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, and he broke the kiss. Pressing his forehead against yours.

"Be mine," it wasn't a mere question, it felt like a plead coming from his lips. Like a man on his knees. 

"I've always been yours, Sirius Black," he laughed as you did too, at how ridiculous the two of you sounded. The two of you were meant to be. It couldn't go any other way. And everyone had known it but you. 

You were such a sure thing.

You grabbed the brand-new pack of cigarettes from Sirius's hand and launched it over the metal bar as hard as you could. It felt cathartic, to let go of it. You barely looked at it as it plummeted down into the darkness. You could only look at him.

"I reckon we oughta quit now" he flashed you one of his toothy smiles, his eyes almost squeezing shut. You couldn't help but pull him in for another kiss.

You didn't smoke a single cig after that day. You'd joke Sirius was intoxicating and harmful on his own. He always feigned hurt. Your fingers never itched for it again. You had Sirius's hand to hold on to, his lips to press against yours. You had him in your pocket instead.

Sirius Black cares, and he always has. He cares that you only have eyes for him, that you spend your every waking moment attached at the hip. Even when you're fast asleep your arms cling to him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't cling to you as well. Sirius cares that the stupidity that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh to the point of tears in a way he knows no one else can. That warm laugh that is born in your chest and makes him feel like he is the king of the world. Sirius Black cares that your eyes widen and glaze in affection when he gifts you an item of your favorite color, it has more to do than the thought of you tangled in his bedsheets now. Sirius Black's heart clenches every time he thinks of when you helped haul things out of his window when he ran away, dodging the jinxes that his hysterical mother threw your way once she saw you. Sirius has never been the most sentimental man, but tears formed in his eyes when you presented him with matching keys, with a simple live with me. He cares that you still wink at him before you take off the ground, whether to play quidditch in the Potter's backyard or right before you take off sprinting down the street trying to race him to your shared apartment. His pockets are filled with napkins, papers, tickets, and pictures for you to paste onto your journals, he always carries a camera to capture moments for you. So every moment, every memory, and every person is yours to keep.

 He knows he never has to worry about anyone else, and he knows you feel just as cloyed and covered in the saccharine disgusting feelings as he does. 

Sirius Black knows he loves you. And he knows you love him.

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[destinationtrekk]

Well I've been going a bit... Unhinged lately; and the umbrella reader prompt gave me a few... Ideas

Umbrella reader who fell first for wesker? In the whole yandere-ish way? Like "I have an entire scrapbook dedicated to him" way???

oh man this is a good one. cut added bc it ended up much longer than i expected

you’ve been working at umbrella for a while, you’re no longer just a rookie assistant. You’re in charge of your own lab and techs, and they actually like you, which makes manipulating them a lot easier

everyone knows who Dr. Wesker is. And i mean everyone. There isn’t a soul in the building, in the entire company, who doesn’t either shiver or scowl at his name. He’s umbrella’s golden child, after all, especially since Birkin went and got himself killed.

he is not known for being friendly, but he was never cruel to you, at least. Nowadays he’s out making deals and monsters so his time in the actual labs are rare, so every moment you see him is like a miracle from god.

you notice everything about him in these days. The cut of his trousers, how much gel is in his hair, which pair of sunglasses he’s wearing (no one except you even realizes he has different pairs - seven of them, to be exact). You even count his breaths when you’re both in the same lab and one of the assistants is pissing him off (he actually breathes slower when he’s angry, like it takes every ounce of focus to keep his composure)

this is when you think things might be getting out of hand. You’ve gotten yourself into quite a situation. You’re thinking about him constantly - in traffic on the way to work (he drives an unmarked, pristine black sports car), when you’re hunched over your desk working (he actually wears headphones when he’s using a microscope, you noticed he doesn’t like the sound of the slides clicking), when you’re cooking dinner (he never eats during his shifts, and he scowls at anyone who isn’t using a napkin in the break room) - even when you’re showering, all you can do is remember the smooth scent of his air when he walks past you.

you’re certain you know everything about him now. Even his cologne. A few weeks ago he leaned over your shoulder to correct one of your equations, his voice quiet and void of any emotion, and before he stepped away you got a solid breath of his expensive cologne - subtle, woodsy, deep, intoxicating. You went home and spent half the night looking up the undertones of every single obscure cologne you could find, because no way was it cheap or popular, until you found what you think was the right one

(you order it and a week later, you’re elated to find you were correct. Now your entire bed smells like him)

you make your move on a Tuesday. The entire lab had been whispering about annual reviews, Wesker would be conducting them himself since the other supervisors were busy. A few weeks earlier you had seen his coffee cup in the trash and memorized his order (ew, but you had big plans) and you had left a perfect cup of coffee on his desk before he arrived, conveniently walking past him in the halls just a few minutes later and flashing your most charming smile. He actually smiled back

later that day he leaned over your shoulder again, mouth brushing your ear and hand next to yours on your desk, and his voice was pure sin.

“My office, Doctor, three o’clock. I think we have a few things to discuss.”

needless to say, the two of you are inseparable after that

[hoesheez]

Synergy…

MATZ/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: language, violence, blood and unprotected sex

A/N: i’ll never be normal about them 🤭 they have consumed my entire life….i am matz. you are matz, WE ARE MATZ 🥲❤️❤️❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“So, what do you do for fun?” the man across the table from you asked politely, his cute dimples appearing as he smiled. Your mind flashed back to memories of your previous life, one you knew you couldn’t openly share with your date. Your past that you were determined to keep secret from new people was one of crime and loss, your heart aching briefly remembering the loss of your closest friend.

You came back to reality and cleared your throat, “Well, I started scrapbooking recently.” you lied, earning a smile from him in exchange. You sipped your wine, hoping it would ease your nerves a little and make you less closed off.

It was your colleague, Wooyoung’s idea to ask the man out, telling you that you were way too hot to sulk over any man and that you should get out into the dating world again and have some fun. He didn’t know however, that the previous men in your life were in fact, the loves of your life.

Flashbacks came back to your mind once again of fast cars, dancing, drinking and crime as you recalled your years as MATZ’s colleague. The gang that once struck fear into whoever heard their name reduced to just two remaining members, after the tragic loss of the youngest. You sighed deeply, not wanting to remember the saddest day of your life and took another sip, polishing off the wine.

You looked at the man across from you as he ate quietly. San was gorgeous, muscular and had a deep dreamy voice you were sure sounded amazing during sex. He’d be the first man that you actually pursued after leaving the gang, but you knew deep down he was just a distraction, as your heart still belonged to Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

“Did you want another drink? Or did you want to head out?” he asked confidently putting his knife and fork down. Your heart skipped a beat and you met his eyes, ready to tell him yes, but in that moment the two remaining members of MATZ walked into the restaurant, sticking out like sore thumbs.

It was as if thinking of them had manifested them in front of you, and you wished badly to be anywhere else but here in this moment. “For fuck’s sake,” you said and covered your face with your napkin, practically slumping down in your chair. San turned to where you were looking and locked eyes with the very garishly dressed men you had seemed to be hiding from. Their long fur coats flowed behind them, their jewelry sparkling in the light. The other patrons stared, the feeling of needing to flee almost overtaking you, that was until he spoke.

“Where you been hiding, doll?” the taller of the two asked as he leaned on the table to look at you. He smiled at you as you moved the napkin away from your face, that signature smile of his that you definitely missed. He tilted his head, showing off his neck tattoo that read “MATZ” in thick black letters. You remembered the night you finally gave your body to him, the memory of dragging your tongue along that same tattoo still fresh in your mind. “Seonghwa,” you said before looking at the man behind him, a worried look on his face. “Hongjoong? What’s wrong?” the man moved closer to you, putting his ornately ringed hand on your shoulder gently. “The same shit, just a different day. It’s good to see you.” Seonghwa scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Not even a proper hello after all this fucking time apart.”

He turned to San, walking up to him slowly and giving him a once over. “And you are?” San asked but Seonghwa just pulled his fur coat open, casually showing off the gun in his waistband. San stayed quiet and simply watched as Seonghwa took his fork and helped himself to the last bit of steak that sat on his plate.

Hongjoong crouched down, taking one of your hands in his, “I know you said you never wanted to see us again but, we need your help.” his voice was soft as he met your gaze, his eyes in an almost silent plea.

You heard the clink of a fork and watched Seonghwa walk back over to you. He reached into his pocket, “You remember the place right?” he said as he held out a familiar looking key in front of you. You stared at it as it dangled from his long finger, the key to their headquarters you once used without shame. “The choice is yours doll, we’ll probably die anyway.” His voice sounded serious as he tossed the key on the table, giving San a pat on the shoulder as he walked out.

“Think about it, please.” Hongjoong kissed the back of your hand before getting up. He looked at San and then back to you and just smirked, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek signaling that he was more angry about the situation than he let on. That familiar gesture of his sending a wave of excitement through you as he turned to leave, not even bothering to look in San‘s direction again.

San cleared his throat, “They friends of yours?” You called the waiter over, suddenly needing another drink. “You could say that.” San waited as you asked the waiter for something stronger than wine this time. “Anything i can help you with?” his voice sounding concerned. You shook your head and sighed, “Sorry about that, and no they’re harmless.” You assured him as the waiter brought you your drink, “Well, to me anyway.”

You bid San farewell, thanking him for the meal and promising him another date. After seeing Seonghwa and Hongjoong after all this time however, you couldn’t help but want them deeply all over again. You were suddenly so unsure of your fate, the men popping up out of nowhere and shaking up your life all over again.

As you walked up the steps to their warehouse, you could hear the two men arguing loudly from outside. You groaned and headed inside, seeing the two men arguing amongst their collection of cars and motorcycles. “Why the fuck are the two of you arguing?” you asked as you walked towards the living area you knew all too well. You realized that nothing had changed in the time you were gone and helped yourself to sit at your old desk.

Hongjoong stared at you with cold eyes, then he looked back at his leader who just laughed in his face. “I know you told me not to tell him but, I just couldn’t help myself.” he said as he turned away from Hongjoong, “He got so jealous seeing you with that guy, figured he’d go insane knowing about the two of us.” Your heart skipped a beat as the pretty man in front of you smiled, the memory of fucking him causing you to shift in your seat involuntarily.

His voice was low as he walked up to you, one of his hands coming to rest on your neck gently, “I just love seeing him like this.” he teased and you almost let him kiss you as he leaned in closer, but you pulled away from him instead.

“Look let’s just get down to business, I don’t have time for whatever this is between the two of you.” You pulled up the usual program and waited for their instructions. “I was under the impression Hongjoong didn’t even care that I left, let alone care that we fucked.”

Hongjoong looked over at you and shook his head with a sigh. “It’s the sane people from before, the crew that got Jongho.” Your fingers stopped moving on the keyboard, the quiet in the room almost deafening. “How do you know it’s them?” you asked with a shaky voice. Hongjoong walked over and handed you a small note. As you opened it and saw that familiar Z symbol on the paper, your breath caught in your throat. “They took our money, all of it!” Seonghwa yelled as he lit a cigarette, holding it between his long fingers. He exhaled a plume of smoke through his nose, “We were saving that money to finally, get out.” he explained as he plopped himself on the edge of the nearby bed.

You did a double take, making sure that it in fact was Seonghwa who just said that. “To get out? Really?” your question went unanswered as Seonghwa just sighed and smoked. The man hardened by his past on the streets still not willing to admit he’d give it all up for you and his partner in a heartbeat.

You handed Hongjoong the note, his fingers brushing up against yours as he stared into your eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his lip and walked away.

It didn’t take long for you to find them at all, especially considering you never really stopped looking for them. Seonghwa laughed as you told him about all the intel you’d been collecting. “You can never truly leave, even if you think your life is back to normal, you know theres a part of you that still belongs with us.” He leaned down and gave you a kiss, one that you accepted this time. It was so soft and gentle that you wondered if it was still really him. He’d never been so gentle with you and you almost went dizzy from the change in his personality. You stilled your nerves and began telling them the location and any obstacles they might find.

Hongjoong hurried towards the door after grabbing his gun, waiting for the older man to follow. Seonghwa however, had other plans. “How’s about a little treat before I go? Just in case I don’t come back.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded mischievous as he licked his lips. You watched his hand move down his front and rest on his belt buckle. Your eyes darted from his bulge to Hongjoong as your jaw dropped, “Right now?” Seonghwa pulled his gun from his waistband and placed it on the desk. “Why not? Nothing you haven’t done before.”

He was right, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to give him the suck of his life in case he didn’t come back. But a part of you wished Hongjoong would also partake, as your feelings for him came rushing back. Seonghwa’s hand moved to caress your face as your eyes looked over at the shorter man. Seonghwa knew how you felt about the two of them, a part of him still hurt that you left after confessing to him. But he knew better than to put your business out there, even if it was for the greater good. “He’ll be fine.” Seonghwa said in response to your stare and you moved to get down on your knees.

You quickly unbuckled his belt, your core stirring as you undid the button and zipper of his jeans and finally pulled his cock out of his underwear. You spit on his tip and looked up at him with a smile before taking him into your mouth.

Seonghwa sighed and that was when Hongjoong finally left, the door closing loudly behind him. “If he wasn’t so fucking stubborn, he’d be on his knees for me too.” Seonghwa huffed out as he held the back of your head with both hands. “He’s crazy about us, you’ve never noticed?” You pulled off of him, “Why did you tell him about us?” you asked as you pumped him. Seonghwa chuckled, “To get him to finally claim you, fight for you, anything!” he moaned out as you sucked on his sack. He bit his bottom lip, “Plus, I just love seeing him get jealous, it’s so fucking hot, right?” You thought about how his demeanor changed back at the restaurant and how it thrilled you. He took his cock and shoved it back into your mouth, beginning a brutal pace into it. You watched him as he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes rolling back as he fucked into your mouth. You held onto him by his thighs, allowing him to use your wet, sloppy mouth as he pleased.

Hongjoong waited outside, his mind reeling from everything that was happening. As if getting robbed of all his money wasn’t bad enough, here you were back in his life looking as stunning as ever. Then seeing you with some loser having dinner, one he wished he had slapped senseless for being so close to you. And now hearing Seonghwa moan your name as you sucked him off on the other side of the door, he was wracked with every emotion possible. He wanted desperately to tell the two of you how he felt.

For years now he felt this way and it almost plagued him. But he could never bring himself to say the words to either of you, something in him holding him back from ruining whatever friendship the three of you had. He mulled over his many thoughts as Seonghwa grunted loudly.

Seonghwa threw his head back as he came into your mouth. His sticky, warm seed dribbled down your chin and he wiped it up with his thumb quickly pushing it back into your mouth where you sucked hard.

He helped you to your feet and brought you into a kiss, his cum still hot in your mouth as your tongues met. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Fuck, I better come back alive. I’ll be so pissed if I don’t get to fuck you again.” He whispered against your lips and kissed you one last time before hastily tucking himself back into his pants and grabbing his gun.

The eldest of the two sped down the highway, driving as fast as he could to reach the location. The drive was quiet for only a few minuets before Seonghwa sighed deeply, “How long are you gonna keep this shit up?” he asked Hongjoong as he shifted gears and picked up speed.

Hongjoong, who was looking out of the window to avoid the older man’s eyes, finally turned to look at him, “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked angrily, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“Really Joong, we could be heading to our deaths and you couldn’t admit how you really feel about them?” He looked at Hongjoong again, his eyes lingering too long on him and not on the road.

“Eyes on the fucking road!” he yelped and Seonghwa just scoffed and avoided the car in front of him with ease, the car behind them honking loudly. Seonghwa shook his head, “If not for me then, what about for them? You ready to die without letting them know how much you love them?!” he yelled out this time as he sped up again, so much so that Hongjoong was genuinely scared for his life.

“Stop the fucking car Seonghwa!” his voice shook as Seonghwa pulled over violently and turned the car off. “I fucking hate you so much.” Hongjoong spat as he got out of the car. Seonghwa groaned and followed him out, slamming the car door and getting a honk or two from some passing cars as he walked over to the younger man. “Shut the fuck up, I know you want me, you always have.” he crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned up against the car. “And we both know how you feel about them, so why cant you just-“

“Cause I’m fucking scared Seonghwa!” Hongjoong’s loud voice cut through the noise of the traffic behind them, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m scared of losing the two of you, after what happened to Jongho. I’m holding onto our friendship like it’s the only thing keeping me alive right now and if I fall too hard for the two of you too fast,” he shook his head, “if something happens to the two of you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Seonghwa watched the shorter man begin to pace back and forth in thought. “That sounds silly to me Joong,” he moved off of the car and towards the drivers side, “Cause if you’re that scared of losing us, then what’s the harm in telling us the truth?” He explained and got back into the car, waiting for his friend to finish sulking.

They pulled up a ways down the street from the target and waited until it was clear. “You ready?” Seonghwa asked as he cocked his gun. Hongjoong held his gun in his hands, ready to say the words that Seonghwa was dying to hear before his certain death, but he stayed quiet and just nodded as his answer.

The two men headed up to the enemy warehouse, quickly shooting down the two guards that stood outside. They took the people in the warehouse by surprise as they shot into the building, quickly moving to either side of the entrance for cover.

“Fuck there’s too many of them!” Hongjoong yelled to his partner, only to hear him laugh in return. “And what the fuck is so funny?!” the younger asked as the elder reloaded his gun. “I’m just so glad I got my dick sucked before dying,” he said with a sigh and shot into the building, taking down two of the people inside. “Too bad I never got the chance to tell them that I love them.” he sighed and flashed his friend a smile before storming inside.

Hongjoong didn’t think twice and headed in with him, his adrenaline rising as he shot at anyone who got in their way. Seonghwa lead the way, shooting and heading for cover wherever he could. They headed straight for their target who hid in the back, screaming loudly at his subordinates who desperately tried to protect him to no avail. The two men subdued anyone who got in their way quickly, reaching their target and screaming curses at them.

Upon reaching the back however, another shot rang out amongst the fray and Hongjoong watched in shock as Seonghwa flew back and held onto his arm. He saw his face contort in pain as the target came out of hiding and pointed their gun right at the man he loved. Within seconds and without hesitation he shot the person down, first in the chest and then in their head. He emptied the magazine into their corpse, the sound of the gun clicking as he pulled the trigger over snd over being the only sound in the dead quiet of the building.

The large warehouse was a mess of blood and smoke as Hongjoong quickly went to Seonghwa and observed where he held his arm. Blood stained his silk shirt, the older man not letting go of his arm to show the younger. “It just grazed me, relax.” Seonghwa huffed and smiled at Hongjoong who looked at him with soft eyes that glimmered with tears. “Grab the money babe, you can kiss me later.” He got up with a chuckle, helping Hongjoong with one of the duffel bags.

After retrieving their money, they hurried back to the car and tossed the duffel bags into the trunk. They both breathed deeply and Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa as he shut the trunk. Seonghwa already could feel his eyes on him, “What? Gonna tell me how reckless I was? Give me an earful about how fucking stupid I am for rushing inside?”

Hongjoong simply moved in closer and kissed the taller man, holding him by the back of his neck. Seonghwa kissed him back, his heart swelling as Hongjoong’s hands pulled him closer. Police sirens blared in the distance causing them to pull away from each other. “Get in the fucking car.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded annoyed as they got in the car and hurried out of there.

As they drove, Seonghwa couldn’t help but look over at Hongjoong, delighting in the fact he finally got him to open up and reveal some of the truth. A truth that was revealed only after a very intense life or death situation. “What?!” Hongjoong asked as he turned to him, his pink cheeks he tried to hide visible in the darkness of the car whenever the street lights passed by over them.

“Do you think I can’t handle the two of you?” Seonghwa’s voice was low and sultry, causing Hongjoong to shift in his seat. Seonghwa noticed his partner’s demeanor and reached his hand over, gripping his thigh tightly.

“Bet you’ve been rock hard this whole time, haven’t you? Hearing me get my dick sucked by the person you desire the most?” his hand moved to grope Hongjoong’s thick bulge. “Jealousy looks so good on you Joong.” Hongjoong moved his hips upwards and into Seonghwa’s hand, desperately needing more of his touch. “Take it out.” Seonghwa commanded and without having to be told twice, Hongjoong pulled himself from his pants, his hard dick begging to be touched.

Seonghwa’s eyes darted from the road and back to Hongjoong’s thick cock, a needy sigh escaping his mouth as he spit on his hand. He tugged on him hard, his skilled right hand pumping him as he held onto the steering wheel with his left.

He used his thumb to rub against Hongjoong’s leaking tip, the younger’s hand moving to hold onto the older man’s wrist as he worked. “I just want to hear you say it baby, I need to hear you say that you want me, that you want the both of us,” Hongjoong leaned over and spit on his dick, aiding in Seonghwa’s ministrations as he picked up speed, the smooth rings on his slender fingers aiding in the sensations.

“Fuck!” he cried out, “I want you, the both of you! Need you both so fucking bad!” Hongjoong whined as Seonghwa quickly pulled the car over and shifted into park. He crashed his lips onto Hongjoong’s as he continued to pump him, the younger man bucking up into his hand desperately as their tongues danced in a frenzy.

Hongjoong moaned into the kiss as he came, making a mess on himself and Seonghwa’s hand. “Good boy.” he praised Hongjoong before pulling away from him. He quickly licked the cum off of his hand with a deep moan and got back on the road.

As you waited in the warehouse, your mind raced with thoughts about what could be taking them so long. Were they hurt? Or perhaps worse? You didn’t want to think about them dying alone like that, without you and without them knowing how much you loved them. Tears started to fall from your eyes as the two of them finally came through the front door.

“Finally! Did you get your-“ the two men tossed the bags aside and made their way to you, Seonghwa cutting your question off with a kiss. You pulled him in closer, ecstatic to see him still breathing. Hongjoong stood close by, as if waiting for permission to touch you.

Seonghwa pulled away, “Don’t you have something to say?” he said as he elbowed Hongjoong, wincing suddenly with a sigh as the adrenaline that masked the pain finally wore off. “Shit are you hurt?!” Your voice was filled with worry as you moved his hand from his arm to check what he was hiding. “Let him have his moment doll, worry about me later.”

He walked off towards the bathroom, leaving the two of you to have that talk you so desperately needed. “Did you get hurt?” you looked at Hongjoong, who just smiled at you. “No, I’m not as reckless as he is.” You giggled and looked down at your hands, thinking of what to say next. “I love you, the both of you.” Hongjoong said with a sigh as if he’d been holding onto the biggest secret in the world. “That thing you said earlier, about me not caring that you left the gang, is so far off.” He said as he reached over and placed his hand on your thigh. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day you left.”

“Is that why you did that tongue thing you do when you get mad? When you looked at San in the restaurant?” Hongjoong chuckled and looked away, hiding his blush. “Is that his name?” he asked as you tugged on his red ears playfully. He turned back to you, leaning over and placing a kiss on your lips. “I wanted to kick his ass, to be honest.” his hands moved to your face and he held you close, intensifying the kiss. You moaned against him, the rush of finally getting to kiss him overtaking your whole body. You pulled away and looked at him, “I love you too Hongjoong.”

There was a loud clap and the two of you turned to see Seonghwa applauding the long awaited encounter, shirtless and blood dripping from his wound. “It’s about time!” he cheered as blood trickled down his arm, urging you to grab the first aid kit.

Hongjoong watched as you sewed up Seonghwa’s wound, your delicate fingers trying hard not to hurt him any further. “You’re lucky it wasn’t that deep.” you said, tying a knot at the end with the needle and snipping off the excess thread. You looked down at him as he stared into your eyes with gratitude. “Thank you.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft as he pulled you closer. He looked over at Hongjoong, “Come here,” he spoke to him in the same soft way and Hongjoong moved closer to the two of you. You placed a hand on his head, ruffling his soft brown hair as you looked down at him.

“I need the two of you to know how hard it was for me to leave, I’ve loved you both for so long but after Jongho died I just,” you explained and the two men stayed quiet, ruminating about the huge loss in their life. “I had to leave. He died in my arms begging me to get out, that this life was too dangerous and it wasn’t worth it.” you said as you moved to sit inbetween them. “So I did, cause it was his dying wish but here I am again, because I never stopped loving the two of you. All you had to do was ask and I’d show up! God it’s so pathetic.” You started to cry, remembering how horrible that day was and feeling as if you betrayed Jongho’s dying wish.

Seonghwa sighed as Hongjoong’s arm moved behind you to hold you closer. “Let’s get out then, the three of us, we were planning to anyway. Losing Jongho affected us all, whether we want to accept it or not.” his words were poignant, targeted towards Seonghwa specifically. The older man sighed, looking down at his hands, “This is all I know, so It won’t be easy but,” he turned to the two of you, “If we’re together, and for Jongho’s memory, I’ll do it.” he said with a sigh. Hongjoong’s hand moved past you to hold onto Seonghwa, who looked over at him with a smile. “I love the two of you so much, even if I don’t say it enough.”

“Shit!” you said suddenly and stood up. “I told San I’d go out with him next week, I can’t just disappear!” The two men before you, both extremely jealous and wondering why you’d even be talking about another man in front of them just rolled their eyes. “It’s never too late to get rid of him.” Seonghwa said as he turned to Hongjoong. The younger of the two nodded, “Nothing we haven’t done before, you know where he lives?” he asked turning towards you, but you just crossed your arms over your chest, not swayed or scared by their threats. “I’m saying i can’t just stop showing up for work?” The men were unfazed as they stared at you, “Why not? Drop everything and come with us, clean slate babe. ”Seonghwa advised as he reached his hands out to you. Hongjoong slapped his hands away and reached his hands out instead and you took them in yours.

He pulled you onto his lap and gave Seonghwa a look, one that he just smiled at. “And we can’t start a new life and just end up doing what we did in our old one.” you said before giving Hongjoong a small kiss on his cheek. “Can’t guarantee anything but, I’ll sure as hell try.” Hongjoong pulled your face up to give you a kiss on the lips. Seonghwa moved closer, “The three of us make a good team, we’ll make it work.”Hongjoong pulled away from you and gave Seonghwa a kiss, the older of the two taking his face in his hands.

You felt your gut jump as a wave of pleasure shot through you upon seeing their tongues move against one another messily. Once they broke away from one another, you moved towards the middle of the bed and finally took your dress off, your lace lingerie now on display for them.

Hongjoong did that tongue-in-cheek thing again, “You wore that for him, didn’t yo?” You just smiled and took off your stockings, tossing them to Seonghwa. He caught them and inhaled your scent deeply, “Relax Joong, they’re in our bed tonight after all.” You moved over to Hongjoong and wrapped your arms around his neck, “And you’re the one that gets to take it off of me,” you said before kissing him hard, all the years of tension finally breaking free. Seonghwa sat back and watched as the two of you kissed and touched one another.

Hongjoong was so rough with you, his kiss almost desperate as his hands tugged and pulled off the silky bra from your body. You hissed as his hot mouth began trailing kisses down your body, his head quickly settling in between your legs. Hongjoong ripped your panties off, his tongue immediately licking up your slicked folds. You arched your back, your eyes meeting with Seonghwa’s, a very pleased smile on his face.

Hongjoong’s tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves, his mouth sucking hard as he worked. The moans that fell from your lips got louder and louder, your hands moving down to grip onto his hair.

Seonghwa stood up finally, taking off his tight pants along with his briefs, moving to sit in front of you on his knees. “Been waiting forever to have the two of you like this.” he sighed and moved so that his hard dick was in front of your face. You turned a little, trying not to disrupt Hongjoong while you took Seonghwa’s long cock in your mouth. You looked up through your lashes as one of the men you loved stared down at you with all the admiration in the world while the other downright demolished your pussy with his tongue.

Hongjoong had started a pace of pistoning into you with his velvety muscle, his fingers moving to rub your clit. As Seonghwa thrust into your mouth slowly, he reached down and pulled Hongjoong off of you, bringing him up to give him a deep kiss, the two of them sharing your essence on their tongues and moaning in bliss. Seonghwa pulled away first with a bite to the younger man’s bottom lip. “They taste as good as you imagined?” he asked, his voice husky and his lips moving to his neck. “Better,” Hongjoong sighed and raised his arms as Seonghwa helped take off his shirt. You sat up on your elbows watching them kiss each other, their hands all over one another. “The two of you look so good together.” your voice was soft as you moved to crawl on your knees. Hongjoong had rid himself of the rest of his clothes during the intense make out session, both of their hard dicks waiting for you.

The two of them stood in front of you, and you instructed them to move closer to one another so that you could fit both of them in your mouth. They both moaned, going back to kissing each other as you sucked on them in tandem. Their cocks didn’t fit in your mouth that well, but you did your best and focused on sucking their tips as your hands moved to stroke where your mouth couldn’t reach. You spit on both of them, pumping them each in a hand and looking up at them, “Please fuck me, I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

The two men looked down at you, their mouths curling into smiles, almost as if they telepathically shared the same idea.

“This slut thinks they can ask for whatever they want after almost fucking another man tonight.” Seonghwa said and went to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. He moved you so that you were sitting on the edge with him, taking one of your legs and lifting it up. Hongjoong took his lead and sat next to you on your right side, taking your leg and lifting it up so that you were open wide, clenching around nothing.

“You saying we should make them beg?” Hongjoong asked and took one of your breasts in his free hand, “Poor thing’s already soaked.” You breathed heavily as Hongjoong fondled your breasts one after the other. Seonghwa leaned closer and began kissing your cheek and neck, the hand he had holding your leg open began moving upwards slowly, only rubbing the expanse of your skin and not moving any closer to your cunt.

Seonghwa pulled your face to his with his free hand, your pitiful stare making him smile, “Tell us, what you were planning on doing with him, in detail please.” he whispered before sucking hard on your neck, marking you as his. You hesitated at first, feeling Hongjoong’s mouth move to suck on your nipples. “Ah, I wasn’t even sure I was going home with, ahh!” you yelped as Seonghwa slapped your pussy, “Don’t lie whore, you don’t wear shit like this without knowing you’ll get fucked in it.” His words made you leak even further, his jealousy and roughness with you driving you insane as you pondered your next thoughts.

Hongjoong had littered your chest with blooming marks by now, pulling your face to his to kiss you hard on the lips. ���Go on,” Hongjoong said before moving down to kneel in front of you, his mouth trailing soft kisses on your inner thighs. “I wanted him to fuck me! Fuck me so hard I’d have trouble walking tomorrow.” You explained and Hongjoong moved closer to your cunt, but he only blew cold air against your throbbing clit as he spread your legs further with Seonghwa’s help. “So you wanted him pretty bad then huh?” the older man asked with a laugh, adjusting himself so that his knee rested on the bed while he brought his cock to you face. You stuck your tongue out, silently begging him to finally let you suck him off again but he just slapped his tip against your tongue, teasing you. “What do you think Hongjoong?” Seonghwa asked as he used his dick to slap your face playfully. Hongjoong, who had spent the time marking up your thighs with hickeys and bruises looked up. “I think I need them to ride my dick.” he said as he stood up, his dick at full mast. “Please Joong, please fuck me.” you begged with tears in your eyes.

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, “Good job baby” he praised you and gave you a kiss on the cheek as Hongjoong came closer and picked you up. He turned so that he sat on the bed, your body hovering over his dick. You wasted no time in sinking your wet cunt down onto him, sighing loudly as he stretched you out for the first time. “Fuck!” you yelped as he plunged in deeper every time you bounced back down on him. Seonghwa crawled on the bed over to Hongjoong, leaning over him with his cock in hand. Hongjoong graciously received Seonghwa’s cock, the older man adjusting himself so that the younger could suck him off comfortably.

Your hands rested on Hongjoong’s abdomen, your breasts bouncing as you picked up your pace. Seonghwa reached over and squeezed one of your tits, touching you as much as he could while you worked. Hongjoong began meeting your thrusts with his powerful hips, your skin slapping against each other as sweat began to form where your bodies touched. You could feel just how badly he’s been wanting to fuck you, his hands gripping tight onto your plush thighs as if you’d suddenly disappear if he didn’t hold on.

Seonghwa pulled his cock out of Hongjoong’s mouth and moved behind you. His hands groped and fondled your breasts, his tongue hot on your neck and his praises in your ear soft and sweet as you chased your high. You looked down at Hongjoong who bit down on his bottom lip, his intense and intimidating eyes on you as a wide smile spread on his face as he felt you clench down hard on him.

“Gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that fucker,“ he huffed out. “Bet you don’t even remember his name, right?” You nodded as he spoke, your arms going back to wrap around Seonghwa’s neck, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Seonghwa’s hand trailed down to rub your clit as Hongjoong kept his brutal pace, your body soon convulsing into a blinding orgasm.

You moaned against Seonghwa’s lips, your breathy please being swallowed by his mouth. Hongjoong couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face as he threw his head back and came hard into you, a deep moan falling from his lips in the sweetest melody. His hands rubbed your bruised thighs as you milked him, “Getting to fuck you like this for the rest of my life, feels like a damn dream.”

Hongjoong sat up, wrapping his arms around you and Seonghwa, the older man meeting him with a kiss. He then moved to kiss you and the three of you kissed hard, a clash of tongues and teeth as you bit and sucked on one another’s lips. Seonghwa couldn’t hold himself back anymore, pulling the two of you away from one another by your hair. Hongjoong smiled devilishly along with you as the older man moved the two of you to bend over in front of him. He sucked on his fingers messily, his left hand first and then his right hand before inserting them in yours and Hongjoong’s asshole.

The two of you sighed and quickly kissed each other to silence your moans as Seonghwa fucked his long fingers into the two of you. You could tell he was enjoying the hell out of the situation by the way he giggled and moaned behind the two of you.

“Since you got that pretty little pussy of yours pounded so good by Joong, I should fuck him next, right doll?” he asked as he leaned over to give you a quick kiss on your lips. You nodded and turned to Hongjoong, “It’s gonna feel so good Joong, promise.” You said with the softest sigh and moved to kiss him, trying to ease any worries he may have had.

The taller man behind him moved over and caged his smaller body with his arms on either side. Seonghwa’s long dick was hot against Hongjoong’s back as the younger looked behind him to meet the older man’s eyes. The older man stayed quiet and just smiled before spitting in his hand and leaning back to stroke himself, using his saliva in place of lube. “I won’t go that hard baby, promise.” He cooed and lined himself up with Hongjoong’s entrance, the younger’s eyes never leaving Seonghwa’s dick as he slowly pushed himself in.

Hongjoong tensed suddenly, your eyes catching Seonghwa’s expression as he bit his bottom lip, and you moved to kiss Hongjoong before the older could say anything. “Relax Joong,” you said and reached under his body to tug on his dripping cock, “We’ll both make you feel so good.” his features softened and you stared at him as Seonghwa was able to push himself in a bit further, just enough to feel him tighten around him. “Yes baby, perfect fuck.” You continued to tug on his dick as he reached over to cup your face and kiss you, his breaths hitching in between kisses as Seonghwa moved behind him.

He thrusted in as deep as he could, not wanting to hurt him or disrupt anything as he moaned Hongjoong’s name in praise. It was more than enough for Hongjoong though, as his eyes rolled back and his ass perked out towards the older man behind him. “Slow down baby, I’ll give you whatever you need, I swear.” Seonghwa grabbed onto his plump rear and picked up his pace, fucking his asshole quickly, while you continued to stroke him.

Hongjoong moaned loudly over and over again, his breath heavy and cheeks going red as his orgasm washed over him. You felt his warm seed shoot out all over your hand and continued to pump him lazily as you stared into his eyes, his mouth agape as he breathed. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth and you moved to lick it up with your tongue. Seonghwa chuckled and slowed down, his hips stuttering and head going back as he came hard into the man below him. “Fuuuuck!” he cursed and slapped Hongjoong’s ass hard a few times before pulling out and moving to lay between the two of you. “Let me catch my breath, needy little brats.” he said between breaths and wrapped his arms around the two of you, pulling you closer as the two of you laughed at his comment. He gave each of you a kiss on your foreheads while you and Hongjoong lay comfortably against him.

After a bit of chit-chat about your future lives together, Hongjoong went off to shower and complained loudly about how unfortunate it was that the shower was too small for the three of you to shower all at once. You traced the tattoos on Seonghwa’s chest as he slept. “That tickles,” his tired voice spoke as he adjusted himself to face you. His eyes scanned your face , “You doing okay?” he asked softly, a kiss following his question not long after as he pulled you closer by the waist.

“Yeah I’m fine, I didn’t realize how much I missed the two of you, and I’m really happy right now.” You took his face in your hands and pulled him close, giving him a kiss on his nose. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect Jongho, if I wasn’t off getting drunk and partying,” his voice trailed off and you pulled him closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Seonghwa, don’t think about that, we can’t go back and change things, we just have to honor his memory, okay?” you kissed him on the lips lovingly, “I forgive you, and I love you.” He nodded and held back his tears as Hongjoong rounded the corner, naked and drying his hair with a towel. “Is everything alright?” he asked and tossed the towel on a nearby chair. “Just talking about Jongho, we miss him a lot.”

You stood up and walked over to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek before heading off to the bathroom. Seonghwa stood up to follow you, Hongjoong taking his arm as he walked by. He looked up at him with hopeful eyes, “Did you apologize?” Seonghwa nodded and took his chin, “Yeah, they forgave me, told me not to dwell on it.” He leaned down and kissed the younger man on the forehead, “I’m lucky to have the two of you, I know that now.” Hongjoong smiled and gave his lover a kiss on the lips, “You sure are, don’t take it for granted this time.” Hongjoong said and slapped Seonghwa’s rear as he walked off.

Seonghwa joined you in the shower, helping you bathe and whispering sweet words to you between kisses. His hands trailed down your body and he slipped his fingers into you, his long wet digits easily finding your spot, “Can you take more?” his voice was low in your ear as he pushed his fingers into you roughly. “Of course Seonghwa-ahhh!” you moaned out as he almost brought you to climax, only to pull his fingers out of you with a dark chuckle.

He turned you so that your back was against the tiled wall of the shower, taking your lips in a searing kiss. You let him lift you up, spreading your legs for him to slot between them, his hard dick prodding at your entrance. Your body slid against the wet tiled wall and he giggled softly as he steadied you, holding you tightly so that it didn’t happen again. “Sorry baby,” he said and held you by your waist while his other hand held the base of his cock so that he could push himself into you.

He felt you clench down hard and nipped at your bottom lip, “Forgot you’re a fucking tease.” He held you up with both hands now, his nails digging into your thighs as you held onto him tightly by his neck. But unlike your first time with him, he was so much more gentle. He kissed your face and neck, his soft lips alone making you melt against him. His thrusts were slow, almost agonizingly so as he made love to you. “Yes Seonghwa, feels so good baby.” You were sure Hongjoong could hear you from the bedroom, your moans and pleas echoing in the bathroom loudly.

His pace picked up, his long dick dragging against your sweet spot and erupting a fire in your belly and core. “I love you Seonghwa,” you huffed out as you felt your peak nearing. He bit down on your neck, pumping into you harder and harder as you moaned out and milked him. “I love you too baby,” he responded and soon stuttered against you.

He cursed into your ear gruffly, nibbling and kissing at your earlobe and neck. Your climax had hit you like a truck as he sucked hickeys into your neck, your pussy practically throbbing around his now softening cock as his warm seed spilled into you.

When he finally finished marking you up, he helped you to stand and finish washing up. The two of you emerged from the foggy bathroom and soon dressed, each getting a sweet kiss from Hongjoong who waited patiently.

The three of you agreed that the best course of action would be to leave town as soon as possible. They did the usual things to ensure that you wouldn’t be followed like changing license plates and destroying any incriminating evidence. They even burned down their warehouse. The three of you reminisced briefly about your time there as you stood in front of the roaring fire, finally deciding together to let the past go and to start anew.

They then helped you get your most important things from your home and agreed to buy anything else you might need along the way. You said goodbye to your old life, the one that you tried to live without them and said hello to the new life you were always meant to have with them. The three of you didn’t have a destination, but it didn’t matter one bit. Because you had each other, your undying love for one another and your whole lives ahead of you.

A/N: idk if i wanna continue this but i might be writing a part 2?? it wont have much plot just sex sooooo, if yall are interested…I JUST LOVE MATZ 🤭 i cant help it!!! ❤️

[mellowwillowy]

helloooo there!

I just recently found your profile, and let’s just say I deeply fell in love with each and every one of your yandere chars.

I hope you are having a beautiful day. I would like to say that, I am very obsessed with my yandere! lawyer husband yulian <3. HE IS JUST SO STANDARDS!

and with regards to that, I was thinking if you could write on how he would react to reader has always loved embroidery and even makes small articles of clothing which they put their entire love into. but because their parents were not supportive of them going into arts pathway, they just took that as a hobby.

so, on the night of reader and yulian’s wedding, they bring out a very beautifully designed tie as a wedding gift for yulian. they feel a little conscious about it, so they babbles about how he doesn’t have to wear it but they just hopelessly adore him thus they want to show their love through the gift. the tie is a light green (matches his gorgeous eyes) with a golden line patterns to shows his success, affluence, and luxury.

yulian is someone who love his spouse immensely. and honestly, I cannot ever get enough of him. but please ignore if this is very weird! 😭

thank you and apology in advance! <3

Bawling at this ask, I'm glad people love him as much as I've loved him!!! Moya!!! Love!! Feeding me so well!! That aside, this is the first thought I had after reading this all,

"Sir, you've been wearing the same tie everyday. Can't you at least change it for once?"

"Nonsense. It fits my suit so well."

My man changes the suit to match the tie and not the other way around! Will not change it unless you gave him another tie :) he is such a lovesick puppy.

Anyway, I can see this happening in a much more modern setting timeline (one of the lives after Yulian gets to be with darling in the utopia!)

You are his beloved, anything you fancy will be sent to your doorstep, including embroideries' tools (...uh right?) Yulian knows you enjoy doing stuffs like these, making clothes for your dolls, scrapbooks, tending flowers and so on including embroidering.

The only thing was that you had never given him anything until the wedding ceremony shits happened.

You gave him something that made him feel like melting on the spot, a tie which reminded him of the emerald eyes he loathed yet he just couldn't bring himself to hate your creations.

The golden line patterns were adorable, he deduced that it symbolized the affluence and fame he carried.

"Dear... I love this... thank you, so much." He pulled you into a hug, his hand clutching the tie tightly, "What do you say about making more of these for me? Napkin will do well too. Hm? Oh what nonsense! This is beautiful! I've always known you are talented in handiworks! You are almost like a Clockworker!"

He will boost your confidence by 400% with his words, he's a lawyer and he knows how to word shits well. Almost too well.

So here we are, a husband who proudly only wears ties that are made by his spouse! A husband who is only seen using the napkins you give (unless it turns bloody) and is also the same guy who makes the people around him blind and bleeding from his lovesick ass.

[heartfullofleeches]

I raise you: timid fem boy yan falls for timid fem boy darling because they see them and thinks “if they can be so perfect maybe I’m not so bad” or the “their anxiety negates my own, time to tell the cashier they said no pickles”

People who said both - I see you. Misha (pending name for Yan) and darling generally have a fun time trading cute outfits and beauty tips with each other. Sometimes Misha forgets where he left reader's favorite clothes, but he promises to return it as soon as he finds them or the same ones he sees in stores. Reader's a bit shier than him which comes as a shock since he always thought pretty folks are the most confident and reader's the cutest person he's ever seen. Insists on putting lipstick on them just once so he can have them kiss a napkin to wipe off the excess which he keeps it his scrapbook. I love him very much and will do more with him soon

[letsgetrowdy43]

Drunken proposals—

Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, drinking??, lmk if anything else :)

"Y/n which of these flowers should I add to my bouquets?" Lily slid a scrapbook chalked full of flower cutouts from magazines in front of her. The young woman smiled warmly, fingers running over the glossy shine of the magazine pieces as she looked up at her best friend who was practically glowing with excitement

Ever since the bride's mother-in-law had heard the rumour of her daughter's proposal she had begun compiling a bag full of magazines and venue pamphlets. The moment the question was popped, the planning followed suit.

Lily and Y/n had been tasked with the dinner arrangements, from tablecloths to seating arrangements, tonight was the night all of this would be settled. It seemed as if every "insignificant" detail had been thought through, many tears were shed as they sipped cheap wine and reminisced on their childhoods, giggling at the outrageous pairings they put at tables, just to stir the pot.

Lily smiled at the woman who went through and examined every tiny sample of tablecloth colours the venue supplied, the wedding had been a nice distraction for Y/n's nerves. Jamie was still contractless well into the free-agent season, and the Anaheim Duck organization seemed like a pit of doom, but both her boyfriend and their ex-roommate had decided that they had some 'unfinished business' to return to in California.

"I'm in favour of the white narcissus, maybe some eucalyptus branches, and a few lilies, mixed with some baby's breath" Y/n grabbed the four cut-out slips and placed them together in front of Lily who gushed. Her best friend's mother-in-law leaned over the kitchen table and then looked at the bride with a grin, "They're lovely" Lily gushed and nodded in approval. And that's how the night went, a perfectionist's dream as they sorted through all of the details, picking out colour schemes and grinning with pride as they perfected the entire night.

Lily smiled, her thumbs drummed on the table and finally, she looked up at Y/n with a grin. "That's a scheming grin" "It's not! But I do have a question for you" Y/n rolled her eyes as Lily took her hands into her grasp. The woman laughed at the awkward tension, chuckling at the terrified look on her best friend's face as the mood turned dark.

"Y/n?" Lily paused causing the girl to groan. "Lily you're making me anxious!"  "Be my maid of honour!" Y/n smiled widely as she nodded, pulling Lily into her arms, "Oh my God, of course!" she said swaying back and forth with excitement.

"Good good, so obviously you and Marley's person of honour will be walking together in the bridal party" She smiled as she showed a picture of the bridesmaid dresses and the optional tuxes that her own mother had promised to make as a wedding gift to her. A lovely shade of sage, it was a long dress with puffy sleeves and a cinched waist. Y/n gasped as she looked closely at the dress, "they're stunning," she looked up at a grinning Lily

"I have a question," Lily handed two china saucers to Y/n and motioned for her to pick her favourite, "when did you know you wanted to marry her?" the girl asked as they sorted through napkin samples. Her best friend grinned as she flipped through a wedding dress magazine, "I don't actually know, I met her and I knew that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, but marriage wasn't something I ever pictured with anyone really, but she brought up the idea a few months ago and asked my opinion and honestly a no never even crossed my mind," she grinned and looked down at the ring on her finger.

Y/n nodded and smiled, thinking back to young much awkward Jamie. The two of them had met just after his draft into the OHL, and she swore in that second she had met him, a little over five years ago, that he was the man she was meant to adore for the rest of her time on the earth. Marriage was something she really wanted, something she had dreamt of since she could remember.

She stared at the piles of books in front of her, a grin on her face as she remembered the conversation Jamie had brought up to her a few weeks prior, "Would you be mad if I just wanted to elope?" he asked as they laid next to each other in their shared bed. he didn't even need to explain why, if that's how he wanted it she was okay with it, she would be happy with anything, as long as he was the one she got to call the husband at the end of the night.

She stared at the piles around her, stacks of magazine clippings and ribbons surrounding her as she looked up at her best friend, "I think I want to propose to Jamie," she confessed as her best friend grinned.

★★★

A bottle of wine and lots of giggly conversations later Y/n stumbled back home and into bed next to Jamie who slept soundlessly.

A breathy laugh left the woman's lips and she crawled in next to him. Her makeup was still on and her clothes were discarded onto the floor, with only a bra and Jamie's boxers remaining on her body. The defenceman's face scrunched up as she worked her way into his arms, giggles leaving her lips as she tried, and failed, to quietly get comfortable.

"I'm sorry honey" she whispered. "You sound a bit drunk love" he groaned rubbing his eyes of any remaining sleep "I am," she grinned before placing a wet kiss on his nose

Y/n stared at his sleepy expression, her heart thumping as she brought her hand up to run her fingers through his bedhead, a content grin on her face as he snuggled in closer to her. Her face broke out into a full-blown smile as she watched him close his eyes at the feeling of her touch. "I'm so utterly and unconditionally in love with you," she mumbled, blurring her face in his chest as his arms wrapped securely around her.

He went to cut her off but instead was silenced by a finger that she placed on his lips, a small shush following shortly after. "I'm not done" she frowned before placing a kiss where her finger previously resided.

"Jamie Drysdale, I'm so overwhelmed by the love that I hold for you, with my entire being. You're my favourite person, my favourite everything" she took a short pause, her eyelashes batting as she took his hand into hers "You make me feel so many things, you feel inevitable to me like you are my forever"

Jamie sat up onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes began to well with tears as she endlessly confessed.  "Like- like we are something written out by the gods," his thumb ran across Y/n's face, wiping away the tears that fell down the apples of her cheeks. "What I'm trying to say is that you are the kindest and most loving person in my life. And I will cherish you until the end of my days" she whispered the last sentence and placed a kiss on the knuckles of the hand still in her grasp.

His tired features melted away long ago and now resides a look of pure love on his moonlit face.  Tear streaks highlight his cheeks, his vocabulary had already withered away as she spoke, leaving him nothing less than speechless.

Jamie watched her smile and let out a laugh at the awkward tension, he leaned in to capture her lips on his, his hand cupping her jaw as she hummed into his mouth. Her lips tasted cherry wine and cigarettes, soft from the overuse of her vanilla lavender lip balm, a taste that was familiar on his tongue, a sense of home, as his hand found the side of her face.

"Marry me" she whispered, her forehead now leaning against his as she let out shallow breaths. Her hand plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, her brows furrowed as she waits for his response so she can start kissing him again. Jamie smiled and let out a quiet "yes" before he leaned back down to kiss her.

He didn't even need to say words, or a large rambling confession as she did, Y/n knew that Jamie loved her with every fibre of his being, he'd shown it countless times over the years. There was no doubt in her mind that James wouldn't walk hand in hand with her for the rest of his life just as she would for him.

He pulled away to look her in the eyes, his hand still cradling her cheek. She slowly blinked as her thumb ran over his cracked bottom lips, pulling at the flesh as he tried to find his voice again. "You mean it?" "Yes J," her mind was distracted by the stubble that was growing in on his jaw.

Jamie rolled over onto his side to rummage in his bedside table drawer, searching for the little box that was hidden under a pile of paperwork and a book. He turned back to face her and pulled Y/n right into his chest, her cheek pressed against his chest as he placed the little box in her palm.

She opened the tiny box to see a small ring, nothing extravagant like she specifically said she wanted, "oh J, did I just ruin your proposal?" she slid the ring one, face a blaze as she admired its other ring finger. "Was gonna wait till your birthday to do it, but I liked yours more," he grinned as he took her hand a placed a kiss right onto her finger, lips ghosting over the ring.

"I just drunkenly prosed to you," her jaw dropped as she rolled onto her back and stared at the roof, confused by the escalation of her actions, "What are we gonna tell our kids?" "Kids?" he choked on his laughter as she rolled back into his side, her eyes lovingly staring up at him. "Well I mean yeah, in the future, how am I supposed to tell them that Lily got me hammered and I word-vomited myself into an engagement," she joked. "I say you tell them just that," he mused and got himself comfortable.

She grinned into his skin, "We are engaged," she whispered and closed her eyes, a telltale to Jamie that she needed some sleep. Shortly after the room filled with her small snore, Jamie's finger agilely danced across her forearm and he watched his now fiancé roll onto her side. Her face squished into the pillow as a quiet snore left her lips.

He let out a quiet sigh and rolled to be face to face with her, his fingers now brushing her face-framing strands from out of her eyes and tucked behind her ears. A sombre look washed over his features as he watched the rise and fall of her figure.  And in that exact moment, he swore to himself that he'd do everything within his power to make sure he was the best husband he could be to her, cause she was everything he'd been dreaming of and more.

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I didn't proofread... I got lazy :) so if it's bad don't say anything cause I will cry!!

[witchygirlgray333]

Things you could put in your journal :

I've noticed that in the journaling community there can be a lot of pressure to make your journal seem super aesthetic and it can feel like there's a right way to journal when there really isn't! I thought I'd do a post talking about some ideas of things that could be fun to put in your journal to really show how journaling has no rules! These are some things I like to put in my journals :

Receipts, napkins, leaflets, business cards, labels from things I buy etc from when I go out. This is also something I love to do to help me remember my day out even when I'm not feeling up to doing much in my journal. I have a lot of pages in my journal that just has these things stuck in and some doodles or stickers or washi tape or whatever I feel like doing and it's so fun to do!

Postcards (especially if I go to a museum or something and then stick in the postcard on the pages where I'm writing about the outing. I also really love to only stick the postcard in along one side so I can write on the other side and flip it up and the postcards also work pretty well on a random journal entry to make it a bit more fun)

Poems / quotes

Random little notes you've made throughout the day or if someone's written you a note

Photos

Drawings or doodles

A screenshot / print out of an interesting or fun news article / social media post

Ofc I also love to use things like scrapbooking paper, washi tape, stickers etc

[demyleigh]

Made by Demy Leigh

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[inkdrinkerworld]

happy valentine’s day!!! imagine spencer going out for valentine’s day cos it’s his first one and being so surprised and overwhelmed that someone loves you that much

happy love day nonnie!!! he’d be so sweet and romantic!!

being with spencer makes you feel naked, seen.

his love had come slow, but it had been well worth it.

he loved intentionally and that was the best part. everything had meaning, everything had a purpose and it had been done with intention that made your heart almost burst out your chest.

you had gifted spencer his gift the night before he left for the case, a new cardigan that he’d packed, a compilation of the hardest crosswords through the years, filled with ciphers you’d created and a new pair of his favourite pens.

when you woke up, there were your own gifts at the foot of the bed.

they were covered in brown paper, stamped with hearts and stars. perfect for your scrapbook.

you reach for them and rip carefully to reveal three books from your ‘tbr’, a new pair of crochet needles, a cookbook filled with the foods and baked goods from some of your favourite books and a letter.

after reading the letter, with tears streaming down your face, you called spencer, hoping it was a good time.

“happy valentine’s day, sweet girl,” he greets you and you laugh, wetly and spencer notices. “did you cry?”

it’s a running joke that spencer could write the simplest things in a card, on a post-it or a scrap of napkin and give it to you and you’d be a mess.

“you do it on purpose, i love you.” you breathe the words easily.

“i love you more, there should be a delivery of flowers and your favourite from the bakery at your office by the time you get in.”

“you spoil me spencer reid.”

“yeah i know, you’re almost rotten.” he teases.

“you love it,” you stretch off your bed and sigh.

“i really do.”

[onesidedradiostatic]

Alastor and Vox have both been shown to doodle, pre divorce what if they had a Burn Book but it was all wonky doodles and scrapbooking. Picturing both of them laying on the floor kicking their legs back and forth while they write insults around a crude doodle or glued photo of an overlord.

Over-analysis ahead: Also i found Alastor’s ad “graphic” kind of interesting because it was made using analog methods, ie making a collage then photographing it to “merge/flatten” the layers or resize before going to final print. (phototypesetting/paste-up method if we wanna get fancy.) It’s in character for alastor, and he shows no respect for the medium hahaha. But also funny that Vox resorted to the same thing for his “artists rendition” of alastor- same amount of effort as Alastor’s drawing, no motivation to go digital or hire an artist, just went straight to a dirty napkin then photographed it on his phone X,) Quick and dirty, boom, done!

Alastor and Vox share no special reverence for Print, which makes sense as print’s competitors have been radio, then television, and now computers/digital/smartphones. Making printed paper ads almost obsolete. (But try telling that to all the junkmail catalogs in my letterbox….jesus) I’m imagining alastor, vox, and velvette beating up an old tabloid magazine overlord now

LMAOOO this is funny but I mean I'm pretty sure their beef comes from more than "you're a different medium than me" because they used to be friends and whatever hatred that they developed of the other's medium is probably a result of their falling out. so I doubt they really have anything against print unless they also have complicated history with a print overlord ASKFGSKLSLD

their similarities in the dirty ass canvases are pretty funny though, but I think a really interesting point of their beef is the fact that they are pretty similar but are against each other

I think this post somewhat related to that is pretty good

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: honestly didnt think I would come up with another astv fic so quick after the first one lmao but I got inspired for this scenario based on the overall consensus struggle artists are having drawing Miguel (me included asdfhjk). I was stuck between doing a drabble or a list of headcanons and doing some other characters as well. But I decided to keep it simple for now, but if you guys would like to see headcanons of the other characters reacting to you drawing them, feel free to let me know and tell me about any other ideas you guys may have!

Trigger Warning: none

Word Count: 795

Miguel O'Hara x Reader - Drawing Practice

Being a part of the Spider Society definitely had it’s perks and setbacks. 

Yeah, it can be stressful, exhausting, and anxiety inducing. Honestly, that just came with being a Spider-person in general. 

On the plus side, it was nice to be a part of something so extraordinary. Just when you started to feel lonely, you were soon thrusted into this whole other universe of other walks of life that were like you. 

Which easily kept you inspired for your art. You had a plethora of finished sketchbooks, scrapbooks of your drawings you did on notepads, napkins, and other materials. 

When you weren’t on missions in your own universe or serving as backup for an anomaly mishap, you were likely swinging around the headquarters looking for your next subject. (Not to mention there was no angle quite like the one you could get hanging upside down…)

During one of the more calmer days, you were sifting through your latest sketchbook. It was almost full. Mostly consisting of whatever caught your eyes, some new environments from different universes, and all sorts of different Spider personas. 

Well, most of them anyway. There was still probably many more you have yet to see…or one in particular you see almost every day. 

Spiderman 2099 a.k.a. Miguel O’Hara a.k.a. The guy that founded and ran this whole thing. He’s also Mr. Tall, Dark, and Intimidating…and handsome…but mostly intimidating.

You rarely spoke to him outside of certain missions where he requested you for back-up or for any sort of follow-up meeting. 

You definitely can't forget his face though…perhaps you could draw from memory? Maybe start from his mask and go from there? It can't be too hard. It's not like he's ever gonna see it anyway, and besides how are you going to draw everyone else but him? 

You got comfortable at a nearby corner seat in the food court area. You took a deep breath and started sketching. 

The more you sketched the more all the hustle and bustle started to fade away. It was you and the sketchpad. You could almost hear the pencil scrape the paper and the thumps whenever you had to erase something with your eraser.

Some significant time had gone by, and a certain leader was looking for you. Yet you didn't have the slightest clue. 

Miguel cleared his throat to get your attention properly and you almost jumped to the ceiling. 

"Oh, uh…hi, Miguel…w-what's up?" You really wanted to ask how long he was there. And damn your hyperfocus for interfering with your spidey senses. 

You clutched the pad to your chest, trying to keep him from seeing what you were doing. You hoped he never even noticed. 

"I wanted to ask you about this new mission. If you wouldn't mind following me so we can discuss it in private?" 

"Uhh. Yeah. Okay, sure." You got up from your seat, still clutching your sketchbook like a lifeline in treacherous waters. 

As you followed behind him, you couldn't help but feel conflicted. 

On one hand you didn't want him to see and on the other you kinda wanted to know what he thought about them. Would he appreciate them? Would he think it was weird? It's not like it was just him, you drew all the Spiders…

"I like your drawings, by the way." He commented over his shoulder as you got closer to his desk. 

"Oh. Uh..uh thanks…" 

"Gotta admit, I've never had anyone draw me before…" Miguel mentioned.

"That was my first attempt, you're the only Spider I haven't drawn yet."

"Felt obligated to add me in with the others?" 

Before you could stop yourself, you said. "More like saving the best for last…" 

You both stopped simultaneously in your trek. Both of you were shocked at the sentiment. 

Miguel was far from perfect, despite how hard he tried to be perfect and in control. Despite his flaws and his cold aura. You admired his determination and dedication (even if it bit him more often than helped him.) 

He turned to face you, as if expecting you to take it back or say it was a joke.

"Really?" 

You nodded.

You couldn't help the soft swell in your chest when you saw the faintest hint of a smile grow to the side of his lips. 

You tried to train your eyes and brain to take a mental photo for later. 

You two started walking again in comfortable silence, until Miguel's voice perked up. 

"Although. I don't think I have that many wrinkles." He quipped. 

You quirked your eyebrow, questioningly. "With your stress?" 

Miguel nodded in a huff. "Fair enough. You should probably add more." 

You tried to refrain from giggling as he tried to refrain from smiling any wider. 

[starlightfireflies]

Stories

written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: FFF252; spill the tea warnings: none word count: 731

The attic was old, dusty, stifling. Pale pink insulation fluffed against the walls, looking as soft as cotton candy. When she found herself reaching out a delicate finger, Luna reminded herself of her grandmother’s words: It may look poofy, but you will be wishing you never touched it once you did.

So, she steeled herself and returned to her task. 

Sometimes she hated old houses. 

Clouds of ancient dust puffed up in her face as she moved boxes. She needed black heels – the old kind – for her theater production. Her grandmother had offered her the heels. She hadn’t offered to help look for them.

“How much stuff is even in here?” Luna grumbled, as moving away what she thought was the final box only revealed more. She’d never thought of her grandmother as a hoarder, but that was exactly what she was.

Arms straining with the motion, Luna lifted the actual final box. This was the heaviest. And as she tried to move it away, her arms decided to give up. The box dropped to the ground, spilling its contents all over the place.

Luna’s attention was instantly drawn to a small scrapbook. When it crashed to the floor, it had opened to a page of sage green. Pictures of what must have been Luna’s grandmother as a teenager adorned the pages, along with various others. On one side was a piece of paper - wow! - torn up and stuck to the page.

Today something terrible happened, read the scrawling writing, I’m afraid June has betrayed me. 

Luna’s mind screeched to a halt. Without really processing what she was doing, she tore the letter out of the scrapbook and raced down the attic ladder.

She skidded to a stop right in front of her grandmother’s room. It was an old-fashioned door, made of wood and not steel. Most of Grandmother’s things were old. 

Like the scrapbook.

Luna lifted her hand to knock. One of the things her grandmother had taught her from the good old days was that you had to knock before entering a room. There was no alert system to notify a room’s occupant of a visitor.

“Come in!” came Grandmother’s voice, creaky but strong.

Luna pushed open the door. Her grandmother was propped up against the headboard of her bed, pillows as a buffer between the wood – still odd – and her back. 

At the sight of Luna, Grandmother’s face broke out into a smile. “Ah, Luna.” She gestured to a seat by the bed. “It’s nice to see you.”

 “Nice to see you as well, Grandmother.” Luna took a delicate seat on the chair, a hardbacked black one made of wood. She hesitated, then passed the letter from the scrapbook over. “I was looking for your heels, and I found this. I was wondering…”

Grandmother’s expression flickered between dark and light. She stared down at the letter. “You wish to know what June did to me, yes?” At Luna’s nod, she sighed. “This will require some knowledge of the past. You see, Luna, one of the most popular phrases back then was spill the tea.”

“Spill the tea?” Luna echoed. 

“Spill the tea,” Grandmother said. “It meant gossip, essentially, and poor June was entranced by it. She spilled too much of my tea and didn’t have enough napkins to sop it up.”

The train of thought confused Luna, but she stayed silent.

“Therefore, I wrote in this journal. We liked to text a lot, but if you wanted to really express your hate, you wrote about them in your diary.”

“Journaling,” Luna breathed. She couldn’t remember the last time Grandmother brought out her old pencil to demonstrate what writing was like when she was a young girl. “So, June betrayed you by gossiping?”

“Pretty much,” Grandmother said. There was a glint in her eye. “But that wasn’t the last of my adventures with June…”

Luna leaned in.