#they all commiserate together every other week on call

[turntechpotthead]

somehow finding out all the anti trans propaganda that my bio mom has been consuming in our 3 years with no contact is worse than if i found out she was dead

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 12

Welcome to act 2. These are going to be a rough set of chapters for Steve. I hate to do it, but I've got to get him low, to have Eddie build him back up.

If you've been following along to WIP Wednesday, you'll know (or at least suspect) that I'm nearing the end of act 2 and the return of Eddie.

Then I'm not sure how much longer it's going to be. It could be a couple of chapters. But it might be several.

Here we have Jeff teasing Steve and Eddie. Steve decides to spend all his money on movies and popcorn, and at last a wild Birdie appears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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It took a month before Clint Harrington gave up on his crusade to chase his son out of town. That didn’t make Steve safe, per se, just safer. But he took what little comfort in that that he could.

The kids were jealous of the Sunbird, Mike finally admitting that yes, some mysterious benefactor had come in and swept Steve off his feet. He was a kept man.

Steve squirmed at the term. He was going to start looking for work. Just as soon as the dust settled. There was no point in looking when Clint Harrington was just going to come in and throw his weight around get him fired again.

Mike just rolled his eyes when he explained it to the kids, but Max was of the idea to milk for as much as it was worth.

“Seriously, Steve,” Max huffed, “if I could live in a hotel and swim whenever I wanted and order as much food as I wanted, I’d never want to leave.”

He scoffed. “That’s because you’re like ten and actually have friends your age or did you all forget that my dad chased all my friends off?”

“Ooh,” Lucas said clicking his tongue and shaking his head, “yeah, man. That’s rough. And it doesn’t help that this place has one movie theater, an arcade, and a handful of specialty shops none of which scream fun times for teenagers.”

“Yeah,” Will said from the couch, “Jonathan has been complaining about it all summer. There’s Bloomington or Indy, but considering you don’t know which direction your parents went, you’re pretty much stuck in Hell.”

Steve waved his hand at Will. “See? Will gets it.”

So all the kids got their heads together will Claudia and Joyce and tried to plot out something for Steve to do so that he wouldn’t have be staring at the same set of walls every day, no matter how gorgeous those walls happened to be.

Which is how Steve became cinaphile. He started just picking random movies to see at random times of the day during the week. His favorite time to go was Tuesday afternoons before the middle school got out. Not enough time for high school students to evade the place, but later than the moms taking their small children as a way to beat the summer heat.

It also allowed him to find new genres he liked and through all this Eddie stayed his constant phone companion. He loved listening to Steve talk about the plot and how hot the actors were. It was fun.

Steve was also starting to make friends with the rest of the band. He found out who the other person that picked up before thinking it was his phone that was ringing.

“Hey, is Eddie around?” Steve had asked, calling the mobile phone.

“He just stepped out for a minute but he’ll be right back,” the person said. “I’m Jeff by the way, I’m the one that picked up before.”

“Oh hello!” Steve said in surprise. “You’re the other guitarist, right?”

Jeff laughed. “Yeah that’s me. Thanks for not saying ‘the black one’ by the way.”

“Happens a lot?” he asked with a grimace.

“All the time,” Jeff deadpanned. “All the god damned time.”

“That must be shitty,” Steve commiserated. “I guess it’s not quite the same as saying the blond one or the tall one.”

“Yeaaaahhh, no,” Jeff said. “The other two are neutral attributes while being black carries a certain disdain to it.”

“One of the families I used to babysit before this all went to hell,” Steve said, “was a black family and I didn’t realize all the little shit they go through each day. All the snide remarks and sneering glances all the for the crime of existing in the grocery store.”

“Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “Oh wait, your lover boy is back. Hey Ed, it’s Steve.”

“Little Canary!” Eddie said excitedly upon being given the phone. “Jeff didn’t spill any of my secrets did he?”

Steve heard Jeff laugh in the background. “I didn’t know there were secrets he kept... I’m going to have to pump him for information next time.”

‘No, no, no,” Eddie whined. “Not allowed! Shoo Jeffy. Mine! Shoo!”

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Steve giggled. “You can tell all your secrets yourself the next time you’re in Hawkins.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said softly. “I think I’d like that very much.”

“You’re just a gooey marshmallow, aren’t you?” Steve said with a giggle. “A perfectly roasted marshmallow. Hard on the outside, but all melty and gooey on the inside. Sweet and sticky.”

Eddie burst out laughing. “You really had me going there until the sticky part. Yeah, baby. I’ll be your marshmallow and you’ll be my little Canary.”

“Yeah, Eds,” Steve said, “I’d really like that.”

They talked for a little bit longer before Eddie hummed.

“Steve we have to talk about the last month of the tour,” he said seriously.

Steve’s blood froze in his veins. Eddie rarely called him ‘Steve’. It was a petname like baby, sweetheart, or honey, or little Canary, or maybe even Stevie. But never Steve. “Oh yeah? What about?”

“We’re going to be in Canada,” Eddie continued. “I’ll still be able to call, but only from hotel rooms. I don’t get good service there.”

The ice in his veins turned to lead in his stomach. “So while you’re on the road, you won’t be able to call me?” he asked, his voice small.

“Oh, little Canary,” Eddie said sympathetically. “I’ll try to call from payphones when we stop for gas, but yeah. It’ll be pretty sporadic. But I’ve gotten Chrissy to promise that she’ll take good care you.”

“She still doesn’t like, you know,” Steve said, “she thinks I’m distracting you from doing your job.”

“Which is fucking ridiculous,” Eddie assured him. “I shake my ass on stage and sing and play my heart out. I never skimp on that, and never walk out one meet and greets with the fans. It’s her job to worry, but it’s not your problem. It’s mine. Plus I have my little elf in play who will be plying you with as many little bird gifts I can find.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at that. He had gotten in addition to the necklace that he only took off to shower, a couple of graphic t-shirts with canaries on them. A keychain as well as one with his name on it. Three little ceramic canaries and a glass one. All brought in by Eddie’s little elf.

“Yeah, okay,” he huffed. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.”

“Well, I’ve got to go, babe,” Eddie murmured, “I’ll talk to later. The change won’t happen right away, but I’ll tell you when the date gets closer, okay?”

“Roger that,” Steve said with a sigh of relief. Then they hung up and he flopped on the sofa like a fainting Victorian maiden. In a couple of weeks, he would go back to being as lonely as fuck.

He didn’t even know who the little elf was or why they never showed themselves. All though, knowing Eddie, it was probably just because he thought it was cute. Which it was. It was also a little on the creepy side. He had gotten to know the porters, bellboys, and cleaning staff very well, so he didn’t mind them coming in while he was out or even in the shower.

But a mysterious person whom he knew nothing about? Yeah that was a problem. He didn’t know if they were male or female, how old they were, were they friendly or just doing their job.

To say it drove Steve nuts would be an understatement.

It had been six weeks since his dad chucked him out for making out with Tommy on the sofa and all that time he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the bastard or any of their friends. It was just then his luck ran out.

He had accidentally spilled almost his whole bottle of shampoo and had to go and get more. He spoke briefly to Joyce and chatted with her about Will and how Jonathan was adjusting to being newly graduated and turned around to run directly into someone.

“Shit!” Steve hissed as the basket he was carrying slammed into his stomach. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

He looked up, right into the green eyes and freckled face of Tommy Hagan.

“Steve!”

“Hey, Tommy,” Steve said with a fake smile. “How have you been?” The unasked question of ‘why did you leave me?’ hung in the air between them.

Tommy reached up and rubbed the material of Steve’s shirt between his finger and thumb. “That’s some pretty fancy new getup you’ve got there. Where you get the money for such nice things?”

Steve took a step back and crossed his arms. “I’m surviving. Like I always do.” He hated how he was already put on the defensive.

“Mhmm...” Tommy purred. “Pretty little slut like you, I bet you’ve got yourself a sugar daddy you’ve spread your legs for.”

Dread immediately pooled in Steve’s stomach. That wasn’t what Eddie was? Was he?

He smacked Tommy’s hand away. “Jealous that someone is fucking me better than you ever could? Maybe I have someone paying my bills or maybe I just have a trust fund. I’ll never tell you jack shit.”

The thing was is that he probably did have a trust fund. He just wouldn’t get it until he turned twenty-one. He had two years of running on empty he would have to do first. At least he had until Eddie came home anyway.

“No,” Tommy agreed, “you were always more of a screamer than a talker.”

Steve rolled his eyes and scoffed. “At least I didn’t run like a bitch when my parents walked in on us fucking. You find another dick to ride or did you go back to Carol like the coward you are?”

Tommy scowled. “You keep her name out your dirty mouth, Stevie boy. You don’t want to see what will happen if you don’t.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a snort, “you’ll go running back to Daddy to protect you, like always do. Now pardon me, I have better things to do.” His eyes flicked over Tommy’s body. “If you hadn’t been the only option, I wouldn’t have picked you.”

He pushed passed him, bumping their shoulders together as he did.

He quickly bought what he needed and about as much junk food as he could get hands on. Joyce looked as though she wanted to ask if he was okay, so picked a different line to go though, hurrying out to his car. He looked around to make sure Tommy wasn’t waiting for him, but he didn’t see his car.

He drove back to the hotel, ready for a junk food night in front of the TV. He ordered room service and turned on the shower to wash off the slimy feeling of the interaction with Tommy. He had removed his shirt when he realized he had left the shampoo out there.

He opened the door and stopped in his tracks. Because there putting a couple of boxes on the end table was a girl with choppy blonde hair and boxy clothes. She was definitely not staff.

“So you’re my elf.”

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[miniwrites1]

First Date Jitters - Ominis Gaunt

Request - Fluffy ominis x reader where they go on a date in hogsmede pls

Word Count - 1093

Theme - Fluff

Ominis felt his stomach somersault with each step that he took towards Hogsmeade, he thought that he might throw up any minute from the nerves that he had. He’d arranged to meet (Y/N) in Hogsmeade over a week ago for a date in a moment of confidence, but now he was terrified.

After spending nearly, a year sitting together in charms class, he’d fallen for her quite hard, much to the amusement of Sebastian who felt the need to make a joke at Ominis’ expense every time (Y/N) was within ear shot. But after the last charms class that they’d all had together, Ominis decided that he’d had enough of being the but of his friends jokes.

“(Y/N), would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday?” Ominis asked with confidence, (Y/N) looked over at him, smiling before she spoke.

“I’d love to go. Are you asking me on a date?” She replied, with a small blush.

Ominis felt his stomach flip again just reliving the memory, how could he have been so stupid to think that she’d want to go on a date with him? She probably wouldn’t even turn up to the Three Broomsticks.

Ominis rounded the final cobbled path to the main entrance of Hogsmeade when he stopped to allow his thoughts to settle. He knew he needed to be calm, but he was panicking. “Pull yourself together.” He told himself, before continuing through the archway into the town.

He weaved through the groups of people gathering around the shop entrances, slowly making his way towards the Three Broomsticks. He was slightly early as he’d agreed to meet her at 1 o’clock and it was only 12:30. He decided to make the short walk to Honeydukes to pick up some commiseration sweets for inevitable jokes he would receive when he arrived back at the castle.

When he entered the shop, he was immediately hit by the smell of sugar. It did nothing for his stomach. Deciding that he needed to grab what he came in for as quickly as possible he began scanning the shelves with his wand for what he wanted, he picked up some fizzing whizzbees and acid pops before heading to the till, but before he reached the till, he felt it.

(Y/N)’s favourite sweet was directly in front of him. He couldn’t get himself something and not get her anything. He grabbed a chocolate frog from the shelf and bundled it with his other items, planning to give it to her if she turned up for their date. He paid quickly and left Honeydukes, heading back to the Three Broomsticks, hoping that she had arrived.

Ominis walked into the Three Broomsticks nervously, using his wand to help him navigate the mess of people inside. That was when he heard his name called just to the right of him.

“Ominis!” It was her; she had come! He’d recognise her voice anywhere. He made his way over to her quickly, sitting down at the table that she’d saved for them.

“How are you (Y/N)?” Ominis asked nervously, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t shake his nerves.

“I’m well thank you, and you?” She replied. Ominis responded quickly saying that he’s fine. The conversation was slightly awkward in the Three Broomsticks, it was so loud that it didn’t flow well. Ominis was cringing internally, the date was not going well. (Y/N) could see that he was struggling and took his hand from across the table.

“Shall we go for a walk?” (Y/N) asked. Ominis nearly shot out of his chair to leave, causing (Y/N) to laugh. They hastily left the Three Broomsticks and headed up the path that would take them out towards Dogweed & Deathcap. On the way there, (Y/N) reached for Ominis’ hand, taking it in hers again as she had done in the Three Broomsticks, causing a blush to spread across Ominis’ cheeks.

They stopped on the path just after the bridge out of Hogsmeade, taking a moment to rest on a relatively flat rock. Ominis sighed causing (Y/N) to look over at him.

“This isn’t how I expected our date to go.” He said somewhat sadly, (Y/N) smiled sadly, quickly embracing him in a tight hug.

“The fact that you came has made this date for me, I didn’t think you’d turn up.” She replied, Ominis was surprised, those were his exact thoughts as he was on his way to Hogsmeade earlier. They continued to chat while sat on the rock.

“You know, Sebastian has teased me about you for weeks. I’ll admit that I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” Ominis mentioned, (Y/N) laughed and rolled her eyes at Sebastian’s antics.

“Poppy did the same to me. It’s almost like they were working together.” She laughed again at the thought of them working together to set this up. Ominis joined in with (YN)’s laughter.

“Maybe we should do the same to them.” He joked, even though he meant what he said, knowing that Sebastian had a crush on Poppy. After a small amount of scheming, Ominis and (Y/N) continued walking, hands clasped together back to Hogwarts. As they entered the main gates, (Y/N) spotted Sebastian and Poppy awaiting their return.

“They’re waiting for us.”  She leant up to Ominis’ ear and whispered. Ominis smirked and pulled back on her hand stopping her from going any further. Cupping her face, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips which she happily returned. They pulled away at the sound of fake vomiting noises next to them. Opening her eyes, (Y/N) noticed Sebastian holding his stomach and pretending to throw up at the sight in front of him.

“Was that Sebastian making those noises by any chance?” Ominis asked quietly. (Y/N) confirmed his suspicions. He sighed, handing (Y/N) the bag of sweets that he had picked up from Honeydukes.

“Please hold this while I go after him, the chocolate frog in there is for you.” Ominis said before raising his wand and charging towards Sebastian who quickly ran back into the castle.

(Y/N) smiled as she opened the bag, pulling out the chocolate frog. Poppy came over to her and looped her arm through (Y/N)’s.

“You need to tell me everything.” Poppy exclaimed, excited to hear what had happened on the date. (Y/N) was about to tell her everything when she saw Sebastian running straight towards them with Ominis right behind him. Before either (Y/N) or Poppy knew what happened, Ominis had pushed Sebastian into the fountain.

“Don’t run from me again.”

[strawburry01]

Strawberry Wine

Summary: Continuation of Northern Attitudes fic, but can be read on its own (extra backstory in We're Going to Be Friends and Enjoy the Silence). Once I figure out how to link shit I will lmao. Hotch has to leave to go home, but neither of them is making it easy.

AN: Sorry I disappeared. I graduated lol! I don't think anyone really noticed but I'll be back for a while now that it's summer :) Sorry if this makes you cry I think I got into some weird cathartic state writing this.

Word Count: 3k

Sure enough, the case was linked to a newly forming underground cult. Luckily you and the BAU team were able to infiltrate a meeting before the next human sacrifice took place, but it wasn’t without weeks of planning every move down to the second. Spencer and you worked well together when it came to preparing every Plan A, B, C, D, all the way to Plan X, and figuring out the best ways to get everyone in and out safely. Spare a few bruises and potential religious affiliated trauma- the team got off pretty uninjured which you did pat yourself on the back on knowing that this poor group didn’t need any more problems to deal with. Not too shabby for a small town bureau like yourself. 

But that’s where the trouble emerged. If the case was closed and the right people arrested, the job was done. The job was done here. They were going to have to go back to Quantico for the next mission, the next case, the next task. 

And you were going to be here. Waiting for the next drunk teen to run a red light. 

All you could think about was the ever-growing elephant in the room of Aaron leaving again. He’d just stumbled back into your life after all these years apart, and god- it felt good to have him back in it. After shifts you would always commiserate over the recent years in your respective forces at the local coffee shop (to the point where the baristas learned his order), and you both just instinctively knew each other on a level the BAU just wouldn’t know. You knew how his eyebrows furrowed when he was thinking, and you knew the line his mouth formed when he heard bad news, you knew how his thumb fit into his balled up fist at his side if he absolutely despised whoever he was talking to, which was usually the moment you’d step in to try and diffuse whatever the situation may be. But also he knew yours. He knew what you needed based on your headache throughout the day, as it unfortunately hadn’t changed much. If it was before 10 am you needed more sleep and he’d make you nap in his car for 20 minutes, if it was between 10 and 2 he knew it was coffee and he’d always magically appear with your order, if it was after 2 pm he’d make you actually eat lunch, and if it was after 8 pm he knew to be dragging you out of the bar. Which unfortunately was the case the last night the team was in town. To celebrate the successful case, as well as saying goodbye, as the two teams had gotten fairly close, everyone went out to the local dive bar in town.

“Where are you?” you furtively texted Aaron on your phone. A shiver running down your spine as you brought a cigarette to your lips trying to focus on the warmth. Aaron hadn’t shown up yet. Sure the party had officially started only half an hour ago, but it was still unlike him to be late. The door of the bar swung out, the janky country music from inside spilling out into the night. 

“What’re you doing out here?” Spencer asked as he stepped outside in line with you. You tap your cigarette, and ash falls into a puddle.

“Just having a smoke,” you say, but the ping from your phone exposes you. Spencer raised an eyebrow and you tried to keep the urge to answer your phone immediately. You mumble a few curse words under your breath as you pulled out your phone.

“Sorry, got a call from Quantico.”, Aaron texted back. You chewed the inside of your cheek. Not the right answer.

“But now you’re on the way…RIGHT?”, you quickly sent back before shoving the phone back in your pocket. You look up to make eye contact with Spencer who can’t help but break into a smirk.

“Hotch not coming?”, he quipped.

“Kid-”, you said, flicking your cigarette out into the ashtray, and placing a hand on Spencer’s bony shoulder, “ you’ve got to keep some of those thoughts inside okay?”, with a reassuring squeeze. He laughed.

“Why do people keep telling me that?”. 

“Because you’re the smartest guy in the FBI who can’t keep his mouth shut,” you replied, just as your phone pinged again. 

“Parking”, he texted back, and you couldn’t help but quickly smile before remembering Spencer was analyzing your every move. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Aaron strode out from the rows of cars. You couldn’t help it, but him in a black t-shirt and slacks nearly had you melting on the spot. He’d been wearing stuffy suits this whole time, and seeing him back in more… peopley clothes, drove you up a wall. 

“Evening you two,” he said with a nod.

“Evening Hotch, how was your call with Garcia?”, Spencer asked as he pushed open the door for his boss. You caught Aaron’s eyes after he not so subtly looked you up and down. Perhaps you were purposeful in choosing your crop top and jeans for the night.

“Mmm, fine,” he answered curtly, his thoughts long having left that conversation. You smile up at Aaron and you briefly catch his mouth waver upwards before turning back to Spencer and stepping into the bar. 

Inside the bar, the two teams had chased anyone else out with their rambunctiousness. 

“You got some catching up to do Aaron,” you said, elbowing his side as the two of you went to the bar. 

“Seems like you do too,” he retorted back, with an eyebrow raised.

“Can I say I was just waiting for you?” you said, which garnered a sharp laugh out of him before he ordered a beer for himself. 

“2 vodka shots for us, and whatever cider you have,” you said once the bartender turned to you.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Aaron said as the bartender set out two shot glasses in front of both of you.

“Do you even hear yourself? Come on Aaron the world is going to be okay if you let loose a little tonight,” you said as you scooted closer to him at the bar, your elbows touching now. Instead of pulling away Aaron stayed in place as he watched the vodka get poured.

“If you insist,” he sighed as he picked up the shotglass in time with you.

“Cheers, to a successful case,” you said. 

“Cheers Y/N”. The two of you downed the alcohol and you couldn’t help but cringe at the way it tore up your throat as it went down. “What happened-you were so confident?” Aaron chuckled as he stacked the glasses.

“I don’t think I’ve done that since college truth be told,” you said as you quickly tried to wash down the aftertaste with the cider.

“Holy shit Hotch did you just take a shot??” Derek shouted from behind you two, a little tipsy already based on his volume, “I didn’t even think you’d come!”. Aaron shrugged as he slowly sipped his beer trying to hold back another laugh.

“Guys you’re making me feel like I’m not fun,” he said, which all the BAU team side-eyed each other at. 

“Damn they just burned you,” you laughed, watching his team all try to justify their reactions. Aaron scoffed with a smile finally drawing across his face.

“Guess I need to go out more,” he said, only loud enough for you to hear.

“I could’ve told you that,” you said as you leaned closer to him, which he once again did not move away from.

The minutes turned into an hour which turned into hours. After a failed game of pool against JJ you were more than a few celebratory shots and ciders in, but you were still aware of your surroundings. You were right on the level of having far too much confidence for your own good…

Most of the local and BAU team had left by now, leaving a few stragglers at a booth with you and Aaron at a table in the corner, to not make the teams feel too stressed about saying the wrong thing. You washed your hands in the sink of the bathroom catching the time on your watch. 1:16 am. God dammit time really wasn’t stopping for you. You ran a hand through your hair to try and mentally psych yourself up. You were realistically never going to see Aaron again after tonight. The team leaves at 10:00 am tomorrow, well today now technically, and there’d never be a reason he’s out here again.

Shit

You marched back out of the bathroom and ordered one last shot for good measure, which Aaron watched you take from the table with a look of being impressed, and slightly worried, but he was starting to feel the alcohol himself. You sauntered back over to the table with you and Aaron, and stood in front of him in his chair with your arms crossed. 

“What is it?” he asked, looking up at you, “what’s got you upset?”. 

“You leave tomorrow,” you said, not being able to stop it from coming out of your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth thinned.

“I know,”. 

“I don’t want you to leave Aaron,” you blurted out before sighing. You looked over at the booth where everyone was still deeply wrapped up in their own conversation. The table was far enough in the corner amongst all the regulars trickling back in they’d never notice. You took a step between Aaron’s legs and his hands as if second nature moved to hold your thighs, keeping you in place. You slid a hand of your own to his cheek as you pursed your mouth into a frustrated corner. “It’s just- what the fuck are the odds even, I just-” you tried to rationalize out loud as your thumb brushed his cheek. He wasn’t that young boy anymore you met in university, but you couldn’t help but always see him just like that. A snapshot of a simpler time for both of you. Aaron moved a hand from steadying your thigh to being placed over your hand.

“I know,”. 

“You don’t think it means anything?”.

Aaron tighten his hand over yours, linking his fingers through yours and bringing it to his lips, gently kissing your hand.

“I don’t know,”. 

“My house is 2 blocks away,” you said. Your voice sounded grave, despite the alcohol still in your system. The reality of your situation slowly falling upon both of you. Aaron silently stood up and left his hand interlocked with yours, silently giving you the okay to take you both back there. JJ only had to kick Derek under the table once to keep him from shouting out at the both of you as you stepped by.

In the parking lot you gestured to Aaron’s car and opened your mouth, but before you could speak-

“I packed all my stuff. I’ll just get it in the morning,” he said. You silently nodded as your grip on his hand tightened. He tightened his own hold in return. 

The walk to yours was silent. What was there to say? What could’ve made this any better? It was a comfortable silence despite it all.

“Are you excited to see Jack?” you finally said breaking the silence, not being able to handle it anymore. You had been pretty surprised when Aaron told you he had a son back home, making you feel all the more selfish for wanting him to stay here.

“Of course. He usually has a lot of fun with his aunt though,” Aaron said with a small smile, thinking of his son.

“Maybe I’ll meet him someday,” you mused. 

“I’m sure he’d love you,” Aaron nodded into the night, brushing his thumb over the corner of your hand. You couldn’t help but softly smile at this.

This could be every night. Simple, quiet, nice. He admitted himself he was less stressed out here. He could bring Jack out here. There were some nice schools in the district. You and Aaron would be on the same team, both getting off before nightfall and being able to go home to make dinner at a decent time before putting Jack to bed. 

You paused in front of your house, waking yourself up from the fantasy.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Are you just doing this out of pity?” you asked as you turned to look at Aaron, your insecurities starting to spill out as you realized how ridiculous a fantasy you’d crafted in your head. Before you knew what was happening Aaron had grabbed your face and pressed his lips onto yours. He was aggressive, but in a good way. You couldn’t help but lean forward into him as you wrapped your arms around him. You broke away for air as your laid your head on his chest, hearing his heart thumping as he gently traced an arm around your back, with the other hand resting on the back of your head.

“No,” he finally said, which caused you to laugh as you stood up, moving off of him, as you fiddled with your keys to get inside. You finally swung open the door and kicked some spare shoes into a haphazard pile as you stepped inside. 

“Welcome welcome,” you mumbled as you flicked on a few lights, “it’s not much, but it’s home,”. Aaron stood in the entrance as he took in the certainly cozy home. “Do you want tea, water, or anything?” you asked, trying to remember in your waning alcohol haze what home owners offered people. Aaron smiled and shook his head as he kicked off his own shoes. You sighed the breath you didn’t know you were holding out of your nose as you tried to figure out the next move. 

“You’re overthinking Y/N,” Aaron said, recognizing the contortions your face went through when this was happening. He stepped forward and held your face in his hands again, tilting your head up so he could look at you. 

“Perhaps,” you said before yawning, “fuck I’m sorry. I’m not usually up this late,”. 

“I’m not either- believe it or not,” Aaron said with a soft smile, “do you want to just go to bed?”. You nodded, and Aaron dropped his hands, letting you lead the way to your room. Luckily you’d just cleaned it so all the clothes were at least in a drawer. Entering the bedroom you turned, once again having a moment of how surreal it was to be in a bedroom, your bedroom, with Aaron. 

“I don’t- did you want to- like - um-” you stammered as you resorted to gesturing to the bed awkwardly, “fuck?” you gave up and spouted out.

“Do you want to?” Aaron asked as he stepped closer to you. Like a magnet you drew close to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I don’t think I do…I just want to be with you tonight,” you said quietly, which might as well have echoed throughout the silent house. Aaron ran a hand down your hair and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I feel the exact same” he hummed.

“Alright alright,” you huffed as you stood back, “but get comfortable at least. I’m going to change you can uh, look if you want I guess,” you said, which got a laugh out of Aaron as he did watch you rummage through your drawers for a shirt to sleep in. He took off his own shirt and pants and left them folded on the nightstand as he slid into your bed. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t blushing. You threw your clothes off as you put on an oversized band shirt, feeling Aaron’s eyes watching you from bed the whole time. 

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he said as you moved to the side of the bed. He was referencing the large star constellations you had on each shoulder. 

“Yeah, I got them a few years ago…” you said as you slowly moved in next to him, instantly feeling and appreciating his heat. You hit the light beside you, engulfing the room in total darkness. You felt Aaron’s arm weave under you, and after a little adjusting you were both on your sides facing each other.

“So this is it,” you murmured. It wasn’t some sort of rhetorical question anymore. You knew this was it.

“I have loved every moment getting to be out here with you Y/N, and I’m truly so grateful I got you in my life again, even if it was only a few weeks,” Aaron said slowly tightening his grip on your waist, bringing you closer. You placed a hand on his chest and aimlessly traced along it.

“I have too Aaron,” you sighed, “maybe in another life this wasn’t just some stupid Shakespearan drama,”. He chuckled and you felt his chest move as he did so.

“I really wish I was in that other life,” he softly admitted.

“I do too,” you said. There were a few seconds of silence before you spoke up again, “If you wake me up when you leave- I’ll never let you escape this room I’m afraid,”. He gently kissed your forehead,

“I know,”. 

There were a few more moments of silence as you two readjusted, this time with him holding you close behind you as you were spooned up against him. You shut your eyes and were slowly drifting into sleep before Aaron said the last things he would say to you.

“I love you,”. You shifted and precariously kissed his cheek.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, before falling into sleep. 

It was another cold morning in your room. You rubbed your eyes as a headache began in your head. You spotted a glass of water with 2 Advil on your nightstand, and that was all Aaron left. You sighed, as you swallowed the pills and water, before retreating back under the covers.

[brumiramybeloathed]

A brumira idea I've had is, what if Bruno actually left the Encanto after Mirabel's ceremony and then Mirabel left the Encanto after Antonio's?

I've seen both of those floating around, and I've even seen a Brumira story where Bruno left the Encanto and then Mirabel decides to leave when she's 17/18 and they meet up at a bar.

But. I'm thinking something that sort of combines the two.

When Bruno leaves, he takes very little with him. Some changes of clothes, some food he pilfers, and that last vision. He hikes over the mountain and settles in the first town he comes across, not wanting to be too far, but not willing to stay. As a Madrigal, he helped the community in a variety of different ways, so he is skilled enough to make a living. So he does. Eventually, he settles on wood working, carpentry. He gets to be artistic and he gets to make things that actually help people, unlike his visions.

Mirabel, 10 years later, pushed aside by her family over concerns of the magic and her lack of gift and other issues, leaves. No one besides Abuela Alma knows he had a vision, as he took it with him and met no one on the way out. So. The day after Isabella's engagement to Mariano, two days after Antonio's birthday, Mirabel packs a bag with a change of clothes, some food, and some of her sewing supplies. She'll need to support herself after all.

So she walks to the next town over and talks to the tailors and seamstresses about someone hiring her on as an assistant or apprentice. Mirabel shows them her work on her clothes, offers to demo her skills, and most turn her away except one. This one calls Bruno over, as Bruno is good at reading people, even after all this time of not using his gift.

Bruno puts down his tools, comes over and talks to her. About her home life, where she's from, why this town, etc. And he recognizes her as Mirabel, his niece. But she says her name is Veronica Mortize.

So. Two weeks after she arrived at the town and she became the apprentice for one of the seamstresses, Bruno finally finds time to talk to her in private.

So she spills that, yes, her name is not Veronica Mortize, it's Mirabel Madrigal. She talks of her family's gifts, how she didn't get one, how things just got worse and worse for her as everyone grew tired of her being in the way and in the middle of things and she grew tired of everyone leaving her behind. So she left to make a name for herself.

Then Bruno tells her his story. His name, his gift, how everyone treated him. They commiserate over food Mirabel makes that reminds them both of Julieta's cooking.

3 Years go by. The two are busy, providing for themselves and holding down jobs in a town far busier than Encanto, but they meet up every month or so and catch up. Then it moves to meeting every two weeks. Then once a week.

Mirabel tosses out the idea of them living together first.

"We are family after all. That wouldn't be weird, and we would both save a lot of money and be far less lonely."

And. Well. Who is Bruno to argue with saving money?

But he also notices that they sit close together on the couch. That they sit next to each other at the table. That everyone around them thinks they are in a romantic relationship and most don't even know the two live together.

Bruno then notices the odd touches they give each other, across the shoulders, down the back, on the arms and legs. Bruno notices that Mirabel will sometimes look at him longer than perhaps a niece should look at her uncle. And he catches himself on more than one occasion looking at her longer than an uncle should look at his niece.

So they talk about it. It is an awkward, stilted conversation of uncomfortable realizations and begrudging agreement to not go further. They don't look each other in the eye for weeks afterwards. They try to keep their distance from each other. Meal times are quiet and suffocating. People and neighbors and coworkers wonder if they're fighting.

No. Not really. Just trying to reestablish the normal boundaries that family members should have between each other.

They break down three months after The Conversation. They cling to each other, the only comfort they have in a (not so) foreign land, the only comfort they have away from home, away from family. They agree that distance was not helping and that a certain amount of damage has already been done. So long as they don't cross more boundaries, they should be fine.

They keep this up for over a year. Soon, Mirabel is 20. Bruno is 55.

And both are done with the boundaries they upheld for several years now.

They get married with a small ceremony at the local church, using Mirabel's fake name and Veronica Mortize becomes Veronica Madrigal.

3 years later, a rider comes from over the mountain in search for Bruno Madrigal and Mirabel Madrigal. Alma Madrigal is dying and has requested that someone send news to them so she can see them in her final days.

Bruno and Mirabel have a serious conversation about the family, how they would react, was it wise to return as a married couple or should they hide it?

"Mirabel, neither of us are good pretenders, and both of us are already outcasts in that village. What good would hiding do?"

They decide to brave the backlash, Mirabel talks to the lead seamstress about a leave of absence, and Bruno closes his shop. Neighbors and friends wave them goodbye as they head to a mountain that has split down the middle, back to a place neither thought they would ever see again.

[laboulaie]

Her love soothed his savage soul. His passion saved her from a self-loathing abyss. Todd and Blair’s parallel journeys proved to be one of Llanview’s most poignant and unconventional love stories.

When, in the fall of 1994, Blair Daimler met up by chance with Todd Manning at Rodi’s Bar, she hadn’t an inkling that their lives would be entwined forever. Over drinks and conversations, they bonded, commiserating with one another over their mutually sorry and sorrowful lives.

Indeed, Todd Manning had taken a mighty fall. The once-invincible football hero had become the scourge of Llanview, having led a brutal fraternity house rape of Marty Saybrooke. Now, released from jail, this tortured soul continued to flounder, skirting the thin line between good and evil as he searched for meaning in his life.

Like Todd, Blair Daimler remained an enigma - complex, ambiguous, and beautiful. The illegitimate daughter of a mentally ill mother, Addie Cramer, Blair had been shuttled between foster homes throughout her childhood. Blair yearned for affection, for family, and for acceptance.

The sexy vixen had already proven, through her loveless marriage to millionaire Asa Buchanan, that she would sell her soul to get what she wanted out of life. And what Blair wanted was respect, stature, and most of all money!

On that fateful night at Rodi’s Bar, Todd and Blair talked into the wee hours. Listening to Todd’s story, Blair felt compassion for her fellow outcast. The convicted rapist did not scare Blair with his menacing ways. She found Todd Manning intriguing - and he was equally attracted to her. When the barkeep shouted, “last call!” they parted, allies against the cruel world. They were platonic, misery-loves-company companions. Soon the two town pariahs, both so much alike, found themselves in bed together. Wrapped in each-other’s arms, Todd and Blair sought mutual pleasure in order to forget, if just for a fleeting moment, the emptiness in their lives.

It was weeks later that Blair upon an incredible secret: Todd Manning was the son of the late publishing magnate Victor Lord, and as a result, he stood to inherit $27.8 million!

With calculated swiftness, she set out to snag herself a husband. A wealthy husband is exactly what she needed to pay her mounting bills and cover the high cost of keeping her mother, Addie, institutionalized. Suddenly Blair had an opportunity agenda. Playing it coy and seductive, she set out to make Todd Manning to marry her.

To fulfill her mission, Blair told Todd she was pregnant. It was a lie! In a simple ceremony on the beach in Key West, Florida, Blair became Mrs. Todd Manning. Soon after Todd discovered the secret that Blair already knew - that he was the long-lost Lord heir! Blair feigned surprise, suppressing her greedy sense of delight as Todd took control of the vast Lord family fortune. Later, when Todd learned that Blair had lied to him, he bought a pregnancy test and immediately forced her to take it! Blair was as surprised as he was when the test revealed she was expecting. In a fortuitous stroke of luck, Blair had really become pregnant - just in the nick of time!

Todd and his wife grew closer as they worked together to turn their publication, The Sun, into Llanview’s leading newspaper. United in their climb to respectability, Todd and Blair fell in love.

Tragedy struck when Blair was mugged on the docks and lost her unborn baby. Thanks to Max Holden’s loose lips, Todd learned the truth that the fetus Blair miscarried was younger than it should have been. He deduced that Blair must have faked her pregnancy when they took the plunge in Florida! Disgusted with his deceitful wife, Todd had their marriage annulled. Then something weird happened. Blair discovered she was pregnant - again! She kept the news a closely guarded secret from Todd.

Even though he always tried to keep his emotions inside himself, Todd could not contain his excitement every time he found himself in Blair’s presence. He wanted her completely. To his own amazement, Todd had fallen deeply in love with Blair!

Flying to Key West, the scene of their first, ill-fated wedding, Todd proposed marriage - again! The emotion-laced words did not come easily to Todd, but he spoke them nonetheless, on bended knee.

“We’re not going to do what we did last time. No games. No lies, there’s no conditions - everything is out in the open. All right. I love you. And I want to marry you, that’s all. Nothing else, just that.”

To his amazement, Blair broke the news of her pregnancy to Todd. “Do you want to take back the proposal?” she asked anxiously.

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” answered Blair, holding back the tears. “I want you to know something. I want to make a promise to you right here, right now, that I am not going to be afraid. Fear is what messed things up for us in the first place. All the lies and manipulations. Todd, I am going to be honest with you. And I’m going to trust you. And I’m going to trust myself. And I’m going to trust in our love.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Blair?”

“Yes!” she responded. “Yes!!! I will marry you.”

With a tender kiss, Todd and Blair sealed their pact. They were together at last

[2baddiesfanfics]

But There Was Only One Onsen

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Hot Springs & Onsen, Dom/sub, Dom Zenin Maki, Top Zenin Maki, Top Kugisaki Nobara, Bottom Zenin Maki, Bottom Kugisaki Nobara, Anniversary, Vacation, Dirty Talk, Choking, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Hair-pulling, Dom Kugisaki Nobara, Sub Kugisaki Nobara

Summary:

Maki and Nobara think they are getting sent on a mission when Gojo...pulls a Gojo. Instead, the two are gifted with an early anniversary present of a room with a private onsen. Things get steamy as the two battle for control.

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Maki wasn’t sure she was hearing things correctly. She was fully prepared and had trained extra hard the last few weeks with the expectation she and Nobara were being sent on a mission that would truly put their skills to the test.

After graduating from Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, both women started teaching at their alma mater. An influx of new students had applied since Sukuna had been defeated; after all, who wouldn’t want to learn from the team that took down the King of Curses?

Since the cataclysmic fight, both Maki and Nobara, along with Yuji and Megumi, had stayed on staff to train the next generation. It was a good job that paid well, but Maki had to admit - it was becoming stale. She found grading tests monotonous and nowhere near as pulse-pounding as facing down a high-grade cursed spirit.

The one exciting thing in her life had been her friendship with her former peer, and now co-teacher, Nobara. The friendship had since blossomed into a full-blown relationship. The two had history and could commiserate with each other on the fact work had become…boring.

So, when Gojo had mentioned he’d be sending the women on a mission, Maki jumped at the chance. Surprise, surprise: he had lied. Instead, they had received a vacation. The two stood in their room at a ryokan in Kyoto as Maki placed an irritated call to the culprit.

“Did I say a mission? I think you must have misheard me. Oh, well. I happen to know you guys have an anniversary this weekend sooooo enjoy celebrating on my dime. All expenses laid…I mean paid. You two kids have fun now!” Gojo’s voice echoed out of Maki’s cell phone. Megumi and Yuji could be heard making obnoxiously loud fake kissing noises which they would certainly pay for when she got back.

It was so obnoxiously loud, in fact, that Nobara marched over to the phone and yelled, “Yuji! Megumi! I swear to God, you better knock it off!”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Hey! Gojo! I thought we were here to kick some ass! Wait, wait, wait don’t hang up! UGH!” She threw her phone on the futon and watched it land with a soft thud.

This should have been expected. Why would that bastard of a jujutsu sorcerer do anything differently? She never should have gotten her hopes up that she and her girlfriend would have an opportunity to get back out there and show the world they were still a force to be reckoned with. She glanced up to see Nobara pouting at her.

“I truly don’t get why you’re so upset, babe. Isn’t this technically an amazing opportunity?” Nobara said as she wrapped her arms around Maki’s waist. Maki rested her chin on her head as she hugged her back. Nobara could feel her shrug as she sighed.

“I don’t see what’s so amazing about it. This was supposed to be a chance for us to fight together again! Don’t you miss the rush that used to come with every big win?”

“I certainly don’t miss worrying that your reckless ass wouldn’t come back home,” Nobara huffed. Maki glanced down at her with a skeptical side-eye.

“Um, my reckless ass? Look who’s talking!” Maki chuckled as she gave her a playful squeeze. Nobara wiggled free and gave Maki a firm shove, a look of faux offense on her face.

Maki would be lying if that push didn’t make her blood run hot. If they were stuck here for the weekend, they might as well make the most of it. Damn that Gojo and his sneaky schemes. He was just lucky this one was to her benefit.

She took a few quick steps forward and grabbed Nobara by the wrist.

“And where do you think you’re going? You don’t get to push me and then run away,” she said, increasing the force of her grip.

A pink blush spread across Nobara’s face as she tried to compose herself.

“I-I’m not running away! I just…wanted to check out the rest of the place. Care to join me?” For now, Maki decided to play along. Sliding her hand down to lace her fingers with Nobara’s, she smirked at her.

“Lead the way, princess.”

The two walked around the room’s tatami flooring, appreciating the classic Japanese decor. After moving through the sliding shoji screen door attached to their room, they both gasped at what they saw: a private onsen with a perfect view of sakura trees in bloom.

“Oh my God, Maki! This is so romantic!” Nobara turned to face her girlfriend, eyes shining bright in the moonlight. She was a straight-up sucker for this look. While romance was all well and good, Maki was much more interested in seeing Nobara slide out of a yukata and into her arms in the hot spring bath.

Maki leaned down to brush a strand of hair behind Nobara’s ear before leaning in to whisper, “Well then, what are we waiting for? We better get changed into the appropriate attire. While I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous in a yukata, I wouldn’t get too attached. You won’t be wearing it for long.”

————————- Maki waited outside in a forest green yukata that complimented her hair color. The anticipation was killing her waiting for Nobara to emerge from the room. When she did, Maki could have sworn her jaw was going to hurt in the morning from how hard it dropped.

Nobara was wearing a crimson yukata that only accentuated the redness of her cheeks caused by the natural steam coming off the water.

“What’re you staring at?” Nobara teased. Maki swallowed hard before speaking.

“It’s going to be nearly impossible for me to keep my hands off you, you know that, right?” The husky timbre of her voice clearly betrayed the fact she was ready for much more than a soak in the bath.

“Aw, you mean big, tough Maki can’t control herself around me? Whatever shall I do…” she mocked as she started to slip her shoulders out of the light piece of fabric.

“Keep being a tease and you might regret it,” Maki smirked, determined not to let her win this little game. With a quick tug of her belt, Maki let her own yukata fall to the ground, sauntered to the hot spring, and lowered herself in without sparing a backward glance.

Nobara huffed in frustration at her (assumed) failed attempt to seduce her girlfriend and followed suit, leaving her yukata in a pile next to Maki’s.

“You’re not fair, you know that, right?” Nobara pouted as she sunk next to her.

“And how, pray tell, am I not being fair?” Maki seductively murmured as she threw her arm around her shoulders. She could feel Nobara shiver as their skin made contact - she could already tell this would be an easy win, just like every time they sparred back home. Nobara put up a better fight than most, but their bouts always ended with her flat on her back, hips trapped by Maki’s own.

“You never give in and you’re so stubborn. You seemed so upset when you found out we’d be ‘stuck’ here. Weren’t you just the slightest bit happy we’d have some alone time?”

Maki let her head fall back with a sigh. “Of course I’m happy. I just don’t want us to lose our edge and get complacent. If we don’t keep our skills sharp, I worry. What if something were to happen to you?”

“Baby, I’m positive that even if I had to battle a high-level curse now I’d smack it with my hammer so hard it would be calling me mommy.”

Maki burst out laughing. She could feel the tension melting away. That’s why she loved Nobara. She was tough and had a sense of humor that couldn’t be beaten.

“Plus, I know you’d come running the second you so much as sensed an inkling of danger. You’re my hero,” Nobara said sweetly. Maki’s heart swelled. She pulled her in closer and kissed Nobara’s temple.

“You know it, love.” They relaxed in the warm water together, Nobara’s head on Maki’s shoulder. As they watched the cherry blossoms sway in the breeze, Nobara felt it was time to recapture Maki’s attention. She turned her head and lightly bit her shoulder.

“Ah! What are you doing!?”

“You seem far too enraptured by the cherry blossoms when you have a beautiful rose sitting right next to you. Naked. Let’s see some excitement, hmm?”

“Oh, you want excitement?” Maki said with a raised eyebrow. “I can give you excitement.” With a squeal from Nobara, Maki pulled her onto her lap, both of them now facing the sakura trees.

She took Nobara’s chin between her fingers and held her face in place looking at the pink petals drifting through the air. After nipping at Nobara’s ear, she slowly kissed down her neck to her shoulder, stopping to suck and bite just hard enough to leave a dark bruise.

“M-Maki! That better not have broken skin!”

“Hmmm…” Maki hummed. “And so what if it did? I think you’d like that, you twisted slut.”

Nobara sucked in a breath. She’d never admit it to her face, but Maki talking dirty to her turned her on faster than anything she could physically do.

Maki’s other hand ghosted across the skin of Nobara’s chest, making its way down past her stomach to rest on her thigh. A whine escaped Nobara’s lips as Maki ceased her movements.

Kissing her shoulder, Maki rested her forehead on Nobara’s back. “Now be a good girl for me and continue to face forward taking in that scenery.”

Nobara swallowed hard and nodded. Maki continued placing kisses across her back, releasing the hold she had on her chin to reach for her breast instead. Rolling her taught nipple between her index finger and thumb, Nobara elicited a moan as her head fell backward.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep looking straight ahead or this hand will have to stop what it’s doing to correct you. We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” Nobara shook her head furiously as Maki’s other hand started to rub the inside of her thigh.

Maki continued kneading Nobara’s breast, alternating from one to the other to ensure each got an appropriate amount of attention. Ever conscious of where Maki’s other hand rested, Nobara mentally begged for her to shift its position. Every time her fingers glided further up, Nobara’s breath hitched just a bit more.

“Maki…please…” Nobara panted as she spread her legs open, inviting her in.

“God, you’re such a needy little bitch,” Maki hummed with delight as she dragged her finger over Nobara’s clit, circling the now overly-sensitive bud.

“Makiiiiii,” she hissed through gritted teeth, leaning back into her. “Faster…more…something, please,” she panted.

Maki ignored her and continued her slow ministrations. She could feel Nobara was already close and struggling to keep her legs open, but Maki wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of finishing just yet.

As Nobara’s back started to arch, Maki ceased all movement. Nobara let out an almost painful whine. Bringing her mouth closer to her ear, Maki whispered, “Did you think I’d let you come that easily? It’s been quite some time since we’ve been together like this. I intend to take my time with you. Quit acting like a whore and pull yourself together.”

Maki slowly guided her off her lap, stood, and faced her. Nobara knew she was going to make her work for it and she intended to try to break her first. Nobara stood, brought her lips close to Maki’s, and waited until Maki closed her eyes and leaned into her.

As their mouths met, Nobara slid her tongue into Maki’s and ran her thumb over her nipple. This elicited a moan from Maki, and Nobara took the chance to deepen the kiss. She released their locked mouths, grinned, and moved to nip and suck Maki’s neck. Her competitive nature wouldn’t let her pass up the chance to get her back for the mark she had left on her earlier.

Kissing down past Maki’s collarbone, lapping and sucking at the water that remained beaded on her skin, she made her way to her breast. Taking her time to ensure both were tended to, she alternated between swirling her tongue on one nipple while lightly kneading and pinching the other.

Maki’s breathing rate increased, her face flushing an embarrassingly deep shade of red. Nobara smirked, thoroughly convinced she was finally going to win a match of a different sort with her.

“Ahh...Nobara…I know…what you are…ahhh…doing. I-I-it’s..not going..to work. Ahh fuck,” Maki panted as Nobara bit down.

With a light pop, Nobara let go of Maki’s breast and looked up at her through her lashes.

“Are you sure? Because the sounds you’re making certainly say otherwise,” Nobara taunted. Maki threaded her fingers through Nobara’s hair as she tugged her back up.

“Says the one who was practically begging to ride my fucking fingers. Let’s get dried off and I’ll show you what else I have in store for you,” Maki said, carefully pulling Nobara out of the bath.

The two walked over to their towels, where they helped one another dry off. Nobara tried to rush, but Maki stopped her with a chuckle.

“Hey, hey, hey! I know you’re eager, but we may want to dry off a bit more. I certainly want the sheets to end up wet, but not due to the onsen.” Nobara groaned reluctantly but agreed as they continued to wipe off the remaining water and took one last glance at the scenery.

As they looked out, Maki hastily pushed Nobara up against the wooden panels of the wall next to the bath. Placing two fingers under Nobara’s chin, she tilted her head up so they were looking into each other’s eyes. Moving one leg between Nobara’s, Maki pressed into her, making her hips jolt.

Clearly already wet and needy for her, Maki whispered, “You better pray you haven’t lost your edge, because I plan to make you a moaning mess before the night is over. I won’t go easy on you like I do in our matches.”

Shifting her hand to Nobara’s neck, Maki gave a firm squeeze. Hypnotized in a lustful haze, Nobara continued to rub against Maki’s thigh, bringing herself close for the second time. Maki let out a dark chuckle.

“With the way you’re humping my leg it’s clear I fucking own this pussy,” she said as she pulled away from her. “You don’t get to come until I say you’re ready to come. Do you understand me?”

Nobara nearly sobbed at the sudden lack of friction, throbbing for release. She silently nodded in agreement.

Maki slightly increased the pressure on her neck and glared sharply into her eyes. “I want to hear you say you understand me.”

Meeting her gaze, Nobara replied, “Yes. I understand you.”

“Good girl. Now when I let go, you’re going to throw your arms over my neck and your legs around my waist. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Maki didn’t let go. “I don’t think you get it. I want to hear you say my name.”

“Yes, Maki.”

Nobara felt a rush of air flow back into her lungs as she did exactly what was asked of her. Carrying her back to the room, they kissed as if their lives depended on it. Tongues fought furiously for control; teeth gnashed against lips; a string of saliva stretched between them and snapped as Maki threw her down on the futon.

Nobara looked up, her lips swollen and her hair a tangled mess. Typically, she’d be embarrassed that she was clearly weaker than Maki in terms of sheer brute strength, but when it came to sex, there was nothing hotter.

“God you look beautiful when you’re ready to be fucked. It’s a shame because I think you’re going to need to put me in the mood first.”

Nobara looked at her incredulously. “Wait, what? Seriously?! Fuck, Maki! I did everything you asked! What the fuck do you mean?”

With a cocky raise of her eyebrow, Maki replied, “What I mean is you’re going to touch yourself while I watch. And you’re not going to come until I say you can.” Nobara was stunned speechless.

“You better get started or I’ll just take care of myself using your mouth,” Maki warned.

Her head swimming, Nobara obliged. Licking her lips seductively, she fondled one of her breasts with one hand while she let the other slide between her legs. She watched Maki’s eyes as they tried to determine where to look first. When she saw Maki’s chest start to rapidly rise and fall, Nobara decided to verbally push her into touching her.

“Mmmm fuck Maki look at how wet you make me,” she said as she held up fingers that glistened with her own slick. Maki’s eyes widened as Nobara brought them to her lips and slid them into her mouth. “Bet you wish you could have a taste, hmm?”

Maki’s eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Pouncing on top of Nobara, she stole a taste with a kiss as she slipped two fingers inside of her.

“Mmmmmfppp! MAKI!” Nobara screamed, muffled by Maki’s kiss.

“You were being too much of a fucking tease. I couldn’t help myself. Now lay back and take it. You’ve earned it after that show.”

Maki continued to slide her fingers in and out while putting pressure on Nobara’s clit with her thumb. There was no way Nobara was going to last long. She was already clenching around her, her breathing erratic and unsteady.

“M…mmm…Maki…please…please…I’m right there,” she panted desperately, trying to get her to allow her to release.

“Go on, you’ve been a good girl. I want to see you come for me. Now,” she breathlessly whispered in Nobara’s ear. Leaning back on her legs, she sat between Nobara’s, never once ceasing her movements. She picked up the pace and watched as her legs shook, her back arched, and she threw her head back. With her other hand, she traced circles with her thumb on Nobara’s thigh, letting her know she could relax.

“Yes..yes..uhhhhhh…” Nobara couldn’t take it anymore. She felt her walls clench around Maki’s fingers as her whole body shook.

“Good girl, that’s it. You’re doing great. That’s it, come from me,” Maki consoled as she worked her fingers to guide her through the intense orgasm. She watched her girlfriend’s body convulse as she came undone. Her eyes were closed tight, mouth agape as she panted heavily. Cheeks red, Maki was in awe at how hot Nobara looked as she came down from the high.

“Babe, look at me.”

Nobara did as she was told. Through half-open eyes she watched as Maki removed fingers covered in her juices, placed both in her mouth, and sucked.

“Mmm, you taste so good. You know I had to get you back for that display earlier.” Nobara shuttered as she watched.

Maki slowly started to kiss up from Nobara’s hips, past her toned stomach, to her chest where she stopped for a moment to place a kiss on both breasts and then made her way to her lips. She played with Nobara’s hair, a small gesture to check in on her before they continued. With a reassuring smile, Nobara looked into Maki’s golden eyes.

“Wow. That was…wow!” Nobara said, still slightly breathless and head spinning. Any other words escaped her, so she responded with a kiss instead.

“I hope you’re not too tired because I think you owe me one after that. Look at what watching you come undone like that did to me,” Maki said, guiding Nobara’s hand between her own legs so she could feel the wetness already dripping down her thighs.

Feeling emboldened now that it was her turn to lead, she trapped Maki’s legs and flipped her underneath her. Her eyes burned into Nobara’s as Maki propped herself up by her elbows. Nobara cupped Maki’s cheek, softly running her thumb along her bottom lip. Maki attempted to nip at it, resulting in Nobara giving her a light slap on the same cheek.

“Hey! You don’t do shit unless I tell you to. You got to have your little power play with me, so it’s only fair that I get to fuck with you a little.”

“Jeez…yes, ma’am,” Maki smirked back.

Nobara rolled her eyes and resumed what she was doing before. Only this time, she held her index and middle fingers in front of Maki.

“Good. Now suck.” Happy to oblige, Maki did what she was told, maintaining eye contact. Nobara’s heart slammed in her chest. She was starting to see why Maki preferred to top most of the time.

“You think you’re so superior just because you can beat me in a physical fight, yet look how obedient you become when I have you wet the fingers that are going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

If Maki’s mouth wasn’t already occupied, she’d be drooling. While she enjoyed being in control most of the time, the only person who drove her feral talking like this was Nobara. She was as fierce in bed as she was in battle. Nobara felt a moan vibrate against her fingers.

“Now look who’s moaning like a…what did you call me earlier? Ah, yes. A needy little bitch,” she taunted as she pulled her fingers away and then pushed her to lay all the way down. Moving down her body, she forced Maki’s legs open, softly biting the sensitive skin of her thighs before settling there. As promised, she took the fingers Maki had lubricated herself and slid them in.

“Holy fuckkkk…” Maki ground out.

“You better look at me while I’m fucking you. If you close your eyes I’m going to stop.”

Maki looked down, eyes blazing. Sweat was already starting to drip down her brow.

“Much better,” Nobara grinned as she kept her rhythm. “Now, what should I do to you next…” she hummed.

Maki jolted upright as she felt Nobara’s tongue lick her clit.

“Aghhhh! Fucking hell Nobara!” She yelled, eyes wide.

Nobara stopped for a moment. “Don’t just sit there and stare at me like that. Pull my hair.”

Feeling Maki’s grip on her scalp, she continued licking, sucking, and pumping.

“Shit…fuck…so close…I’m gonna come baby…”

“Hmmm,” Nobara hummed. “I suppose you have my permission,” speeding up her thrusts. “You want me to make you come with my fingers or tongue?”

Gasping for air, Maki barely choked out, “T-tongue! Quick! Fuck…”

Nobara removed her fingers and inserted her tongue instead, furiously moving it inside of her.

“Nobaraaaaaaa,” Maki sighed as she let go of her hair and fell back. Nobara slowed her tongue thrusts as she felt Maki ride out her orgasm on her face. When Maki had stilled, Nobara moved to lay down next to her. They shared a long, slow kiss, the taste of Maki’s musk and sweat lingering.

“Remind me to never push you to the limit again,” Maki laughed.

“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” Nobara retorted as she snuggled into the crook of Maki’s neck and slung her arm across her chest. It didn’t take long for the worn-out couple to drift off to sleep.

——————- The next morning, the two awoke snuggled tightly against each other. After a few soft (and maybe not-so-soft) kisses, they got up, got dressed, and decided they’d take in the scenery of the area since Gojo had booked them here for a whole weekend.

Nobara stretched as they walked out the front door, body still sore from the previous night’s escapades.

“Jeez…I think you might have overdone it a bit last night, babe,” she said to Maki.

“Nothing wrong with a little exercise. I can always just give you a lift. Here,” she said as she leaned down, a cue to have Nobara jump on her back. “I’ll take you part of the way, but then you’re on your own when we get to the base of the mountain.”

Nobara leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Fair enough. Whoa, Maki!!!”

She took off in a sprint down the path framed by sakura trees, the breeze carrying the sound of their sweet laughs like a song.

[autisticempathydaemon]

for your matchup game! thank you for doing these they look super fun though i’m sure you’re super busy with them lol!!

* my fave song in the last few weeks has been otherside which is a minecraft song. it’s got a sick beat drop and i like listening to it for focus music

* 2w1

* I don’t know about gargantuan BUT i do love a good video essay/deep dive. mike’s mics pretty little liars vids have been my go to the last few months

* i don’t actually remember having an imaginary friend :/ my parents said i had one, and most i can remember is we used to have tea parties

* i have to have asmr or some kind of ambient noise in order to fall asleep, and i also have to have my body pillow to hug or else i cannot sleep

* emily irene. it’s the name my parents were going to give me bc it honored their grandparents but my mom hated irene (my dads grandmothers name) so she refused. i’ve always wanted to change it to that.

* probably camping with your tsundere alpha werewolf boyfriend because it’s the first real time we’ve seen davey share memories about his dad in a peaceful way, which was really nice. also the scratch offs reminded me of my own dad bc it was something he used to do for me and my sisters and it made me cry after listening and i had to call him and tell him i missed him LOL

* james probably? i just haven’t rlly gotten around to listening to all of the audios with james anton and marcus yet (still p new to the fandom)

* howl’s moving castle

* damien. i think we could commiserate over a really nice chocolate cheesecake abt our mommy issues.

* internet drama i come across. i have a bad habit of digging myself down a rabbit hole of the most inane internet drama and then telling my best friend abt it when we’re both sleepy but not ready to SleepTM yet

* reese’s sticks and a dr pepper, or if i’m feeling savory it’s pringles and a dr pepper and if they have slushies/icees then it’s a cherry slushie/icee and whichever above snack i’m feeling

* i have a playlist called georgia peach which is a country music playlist i made of all the old music i grew up on. i like listening to it on warmer days when i’m on a drive

* a tie between the twilight movies and bbc sherlock but i feel like twilight is more um. socially accepted, at least on social media. bbc sherlock is only the first 2 seasons

* ummm i’m a libra. myer briggs type is infp. i’m autistic/have adhd. i have a black cat named pika whomst i love dearly, i used to love reading as a kid but i kind of fell off and i’ve been trying to get back into it recently, i’m a middle child, i like farming sim games and rpg games and narrative games (like telltale games) and romcoms and some light horror movies. my top 5 movies of all time are howl’s moving castle, pride and prejudice (2005), scream, pacific rim, and the princess bride. my top artist the last 7 years in a row on spotify was hozier. my current favorite author is emily henry. my love language for giving is quality time/gift giving, receiving is acts of service/quality time.

Anon, I am gently patting your cheeks, I adore you so. You’ve given me so much information to work with, and every bit that I got just further cemented my hypothesis that you’ve gotta be paired with Huxley.

Speed run, let’s go- Type Two’s are characterized by a desire to be loved and confident in that love; Huxley leaves no room for doubt. Your sisters would probably be protective and want the best boyfriend for you; does it get better than Huxley? You’ve got mommy issues; he’s got two amazing moms who’ll love you and heal them. You’re autistic; we’ve got proof Huxley’s awesome with autistic people (i.e Damien and Lasko).

You and Huxley would make each other so endlessly happy. I think both of you are big “Quality Time” people, so nothing makes you feel more loved than a simple, domestic weekend at home. Huxley loves those cozy, lazy days of cuddling your cat (which loves him duh) and reading together. The only kind of day he might like better is y’all going for a hike or leisurely drive together, singing along to country music on the radio. (He definitely has a soft spot for the same genre, having heard his moms listen to it when he was a kid.)

Song:

First time that I saw you, mmm/ You took my breath away/ I might not get to Heaven/ But I walked with the angels that day/ She takes me by the hand/ I am the luckiest man alive/ Did I tell you, baby/ You are the joy of my life?

Speaking of country, I love to imagine Huxley as a Chris Stapleton fan specifically. He’s just so quintessentially, classically country and writes the dreamiest love songs; I can totally see young!Huxley singing Tennessee Whiskey long before he ever drank alcohol. Now, he sings it and other Stapleton songs like this to you. (Badly, I might add. I like to headcanon that Huxley can’t hold a tune to save his life, but he pulls it off well.)

Runner-ups:

Asher would be a fun runner-up for you because I think y’all would have fun playing games, like next to each other and with each other, you know? Like, imagine running a Stardew farm with Asher; it’d be chaotic and amazing. I also like Lasko for you as a runner-up, because who better gets mommy issues than another person with mommy issues, you dig? /lh

note: Irene is such a cute name boooo anon’s mom /lh

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[yourkimjaejin]

What If MSquared Dated...

I'M BACK!!!!! Sorry I was gone so long, When I'm working I barely have time to write but know I have time off and I'm getting the creative juices flowing again. I still have a ton of AG!tour posts coming up that I'm in the process of finishing but when inspiration hits, I have to get it out.

Now just to let you know, I may have gone overboard a bit on this but Its as fantasy so who cares!!! Hope you all enjoy and if I post this before or on Christmas I hope you all have a happy holiday and if you celebrate a Merry Christmas! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

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The Beginning

This world starts after Moxy and Taeyong resolve their differences

For a long time Taeyong and Mark would commiserate over their shared feelings on Moxy joining the group.

All their ire wasn’t just toward Moxy but also toward the company for just dropping this bomb on them and forcing them to pick up the pieces.

During those long nights Mark poured a ton of his thought's about the situation on his leader. How he felt like the company was already trying to replace him with someone different, someone better

Taeyong would always have to remind him that Moxy couldn’t take his place. But when Mark watched Taeyong embrace her as Moxy broke down

It felt like he’s was floating alone in a lifeboat while all the other members were partying on the yacht called the S.S. Moxy.

In the weeks after, Mark felt his envy for Moxy grow and grow. He would get on his knees every night asking God to take the anger away but it continued to fester

His blood boiled anytime Moxy got compliments on her dancing when they both killed it. His whole body itched when Moxy was showered with praises on her rapping (especially when they aren’t her words, they’re his)

In front of the camera the two put on a good show. Presenting a picture of friendship and kinship for all the fans to see. But when the camera went off, it was like they stood on opposite sides of an ocean. They couldn’t be further away from each other

The members preferred when they avoided each other cause it was like fireworks when they clashed. Mark and Moxy poked and prodded at each other. They nitpicked at the other faults for everyone to hear.

The younger members like Jungwoo and Haechan truly thought the two would never get it together. That Moxy and Mark hated each other and would never repair the bridge between them. They didn’t have to be friends. Lord knows there’s plenty of idols who only tolerate each other.

The hyungs though....They knew different. They were just waiting for the other shoe to drop

The Enticing Incident

The company sat with 127 to discuss the line distribution for Kick It. SM wanted to make a callback to the groups pervious title track, Cherry Bomb.

They planned for the first part of the rap section to include Mark and Moxy rapping against each other like they did in Cherry Bomb. Moxy was ecstatic for it. The last time they did a mini rap battle in a song it went viral. Moxy just hoped they could live up to the hype when this time around. their part was shorter.

Moxy left the meeting ready to do what she does, Slay. Her and Mark may not see eye to eye but they knew how to put aside their differences for the sake of work

Weeks later, when Moxy was given the lyrics with her part highlighted, she stormed off to find Mark. Instead of the original plan, now Moxy only had two lines.

One of the managers told her the switch happened after suggestions from Mark. “Kick It would be better if all the rappers had their own parts” were his words verbatim.

And Mark just so happened to get the biggest part while Moxy only got two lines.

The girl saw red. Johnny didn’t even try to hold her back. He even held Jungwoo back from calming her down. "They gotta get thru this. If there's blood then will interfere."

Moxy threw the door open to Mark studio and went off, “Look I don’t know what’s your problem but that doesn’t give you the right to take my lines away!”

Mark turned around with an innocent look on his face. But Moxy could see right through it. He was smirking behind that doe eyed looked.

"What could you possibly be talking about? How could I take your lines away?" Mark sat back on the couch, nonchalant to Moxy anger rising.

"Oh so you have no idea about my lines for Kick it being cut in half!!?! How about the mysterious meeting you had with the higher ups two days ago that Jungwoo told me about?" Moxy watched the boy carefully for any sign of hesitance that would prove her right. But all Mark did was stand up forcing her to look up at him.

"Moxy-ah how you possibly accuse me of cutting your lines. I just made a suggestion to the director based on our own talents."

"Says the guy with four lines all to himself." Mark chuckled and took a step forward.

"Look just because you're scared about pulling your part off doesn't give you the right to come in here and yell at me." Now Moxy takes a step forward.

"And now your insulting my talents!! I can pull off anything, What I'm mad about is going to the director and taking my lines." Mark takes another step

"Says the girl who claims my work as her own!" Moxy gasps, offended by Marks accusation.

"I have never nor would I ever claim someone else's words. I make it clear to every one who will listen my rap parts aren't written by me!" Moxy takes another step forward. The two feuding members stand nose to nose.

"I don't know what you have against me but you better get over it. Cause if you insult mephh-" Moxy tried to finish her sentence but something stopped her.

Moxy had her arm in the air using her whole body to emphasize her point. Outta nowhere Mark grabs her wrist and smashes his lips against hers.

Their first kiss is fueled by anger, just lips pressed hard against each other, teeth clashing. Moxy struggles a bit to free her arm but once she does, she pushes the boy away. Mark immediately moves back giving them both room to breath.

They both kept glancing at each other. Eye locking but never staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds.

If you asked, neither of them could tell you who moved first but in the the blink of an eye, Moxy arms were wrapped around his shoulder, Mark's hands gripped each side of her waist as theirs lips meet a second time.

Hands held the other tightly. Whether it was out of anger or desperation neither could tell, but lips locked again, anger turning into something new. Something unexpected.

Moxy was confused. For the longest time Mark ignored her, at worst he ridiculed her with jabs at anything. Her hair, her costumes, her slightest mistakes. But something about being held in Marks arms felt good. And she hated to admit that.

So many thoughts were running through the older's mind. Was his annoyance at his curly haired member all a lie. Were all the jeers and glares just his own, admittedly, bad way of keeping her attention on him and not on the hundreds of hungry eyes that followed her everywhere 127 went.

All of those thoughts were too much for him to process. So he pushed them aside to focus on who was wrapped in his grasp.

They couldn't tell how long they'd been tangled together. None of them coming up for air until Mark lifted Moxy up and carried her to the couch, somehow bringing them closer as he sat down. Mark doing all that without breaking their kiss sent a zing up her spine.

It was like a fog drifted into Moxy's brain. Clouding her judgement and obscuring her sight outside of Mark's lips on hers and his hands moving across her back. His surprisingly soft lips traced a path down her neck, stopping at the point where her shoulder and neck met.

Slowly Moxy floated back to reality, like a leaf that's detached from its tree. Everything came back into focus. She blinked, giving her a clear picture of the studio ceiling

Now, all to rapidly, reality set into place. The hands and lips on her skin began to burn. She forcibly removed herself from his grasp. Watching as Mark realized what they had done, he met her eyes for a moment but his gaze quickly met the floor. A rosey blush spread on his ear.

Moxy messily fixed her clothes and disappeared out of the door before Mark could even speak.

The Cooldown

I think everyone knows that Moxy and Mark are not confrontational. Well...Moxy's has a couple exceptions. It usually boils down to her family or her members being hurt, then the gloves come off. Other than that, She steers clear.

So you can imagine how the aftermath of the kiss went

Radio. Silence.

Before when they'd irritate each other with words, now they go out of their way to avoid each others. They no longer acted close on camera. They continuously dodged each other in the halls of SM.

This went on for months. The company didn't step in until fans started to speculate what went down between them. Forcing them to be act somewhat ok with each other which lead to some of the most awkward moments in 127 history. It became a joke around the fandom whether Mark has game or not

Avoiding each other is hard to do when 127 has a comeback coming up. It's time for Favorite, the title track for Sticker's repackage. After the fan outrage at Moxy's lines in Sticker, SM really made up for it in Favorite.

and with every stage, Mark slowly descended into madness.

Mark wanted to strangle whose bright idea it was to put Moxy in the shortest dress know to man

(Factually this is untrue but forgive Mark. He was on the verge of a nosebleed every time Moxy performed)

Between Kick It and now, Mark took the time to figure out what happened with the kiss. It wasn't a spur of the moment thing like he first thought. When he looked back at all the times they fought, He could pinpoint why he chose to bother Moxy. Anytime she performed, Mark knew she belonged on the stage with 127. That made him fell replaceable.

instead of remembering Taeyong words, he instead chose to make her feel as bad as he did.

Saying she stole his words was a low blow. Moxy was right, anytime lyrics were brought up in interviews, the other rapper made it a point to credit Taeyong and Mark for making her sound cool.

When he looked past the jealousy, all he found was fondness and admiration. A need to keep her eyes on him. A want to show off to everyone she was his.

Meanwhile, Moxy didn't think about the kiss again (a lie, the memory haunted her dreams for weeks). Because Mark never sought her out, Moxy took it as a obvious rejection. The kiss being nothing more that the result of heightened emotions. So she moved on. Pushed the memory to the bad of her mind and kept pushing forward

The Talk

One night after the first week of promotions was over, Mark made his way downstairs to the fifth floor dorm to bug Haechan but right before he knocked, Mark noticed a female silhouette sneak into the stairwell. He would notice that curly head anywhere. Mark turned in her direction and followed her up to the roof of their dorm.

Moxy was sat on one of the benches lining the edge of the building, looking out at nighttime in Seoul. Clearing his throat to catch Moxy's attention, her shocked eyes met his

"Can I sit?" all she gave was a stiff nod. But her eyes watched as he sat down. The two members sat in silence. the cold night air making Moxy shiver.

Mark draped a second coat on her shoulders. He coughed to avoid embarrassment, "Its too cold for you to be sitting out here without a jacket. No matter what city you grew up in."

"Thats rich for someone from Canada." the quip lightened the mood but the moment was fleeting. It felt like an anvil was hanging by a thread between the two of them. Someone had to speak or it would crush the both of them.

"Mark?" He turned to her, "Why do you hate me?" The question was tinged with hurt.

Mark reached over to brush a stray curl behind her ear, "I-I never hated you. Moxy...I was jealous of you. I was scared they'd replace me with you."

"What?" She said incredously. "How can you be jealous of me?"

Mark kissed his teeth, "We're extremely similar Thea."

"They are plenty of thing you do that I don't."

"We both dance the same."

"I'm half black. Rhythm runs in our blood, mostly. What's your excuse?"

Mark just ignored that, "We both play guitar."

Moxy couldn't help the annoyed expression appearing on her face, "How many people are actually gathering around someone who plays bass. I'll answer that, No one! They flock to whose playing lead and thats you."

Before mark could give another bogus example, Moxy cut him off, "Mark I could never replace you. Do you know how much I heard about you during training?!" Now it was Marks turn to be shocked, "Yeah, I heard about you all the time. And it was an honor to be compared to a trainee like you. And I'm sorry if anyone words hurt you or made you feel less than." Moxy's honest words brought unshed tears to his eyes. Moxy watched him as he held the tears at bay with a fond smile. The silence between them ease up, becoming more comfortable.

But Mark was less than comfortable, words were right on the edge of his tongue and he couldn't stop them from coming out.

"You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking......about the kiss."

Moxy's eyes widened a bit, hopeful but apprehensive, "Y-you have? Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I just figured out the girl I was picking on was who i wanted attention from the most. I think I deserved a moment to figure myself out."

Moxy smacked his shoulder, "One year of a moment, Mark?!?!" She kept smacking him, making him laugh. He grabbed both of her wrist to get her to stop.

"You're right." Mark whispered, scooting closer until their noses were grazing with every move, "A year in a long time. Can you think of anyway I can make it up to you." A furious blush rose on her cheeks. Mark couldn't help his smirk. Moxy was normally so fierce, Seeing her soft, almost shy at the attention was too much. He sent out a brief prayer 'be still my heart."

Meanwhile Moxy was distracted by the barely there kisses Mark was leaving from the juncture of her neck to the edge of her ear. "I....I can think a few things." Moxy finally spoke albeit breathless.

All of a sudden the sensation was gone. Moxy opened her eyes to Mark standing, smiling as she came back to reality. Moxy stood up slowing, realizing that Mark left her hanging on purpose.

But Moxy wasn't one to be show up.

She sauntered closer to him till they stood face-to-face. Moxy grabbed a fist full of his hoodie, pulling to eye level with her. As she leaned in for a kiss......

But placed a light kiss on the edge of his mouth. Then walked away

"Have a good night Mark. Hope you dream of me and what could have happen if you hadn't chose to play around." Moxy blew him a kiss and closed the door behind her, leaving Mark stunned.

The Relationship

Msquared are the definition of Hot n' Cold. One minute they're super sweet to each other and the next they're teasing mercilessly.

Mark turns into the simpiest of all simps when Moxy dresses up for red carpets. It's the only time she'll allow the stylist noona's to put her in a dress. And Mark goes wild for it every time

Moxy explicitly told Mark she wanted their relationship to stay between them, their families and their members for awhile before telling the fans. So Msquared are very careful when their on camera.

They maintain the distance that had before the their first kiss. But as the months passed, Mark created the image that the two settled their differences and now tolerated each other. That way he could actually be close to his girlfriend without anyone suspecting anything

They spend a lot of time in the dorms just hanging out. They'll sing, watch movies, practice guitar together. The most special nights are lyric nights. Mark sits down and works on bringing out the words that are in Moxy head onto the page. Bringing her closer and closer to penning her own lyrics.

They become each others recharge at the end of a long day. With them both being in two groups, night time is they're moment to be together. They cuddle all the time. Their favorite position has to be back to chest. Marks arms enveloping her body and his head nestled in the crook of her neck

They might not go out on dates often but when they do it's special. Moxy loves to experience things and Mark loves to watch her reactions. They way her eyes light up and soft sounds of intrigue that leave her mouth warm his heart.

They LIVE to make the each other blush, stutter or trip over themselves in public or on video. It's game for them. One time, Moxy ignored Mark for weeks when he didn't warn her about the boxes in Quiet Down.

Msquared are extremally supportive of each others careers. They'll send food and gifts while on the road or during promotions with their separate groups. They'll attend music show tapings. Fans started to think something was going on when Mark showed up to one of AG's pre-records for BOY with any of the members and stayed until they were done.

Mark always makes time to sit in on Moxy's Instagram lives. Her love and passion for music fuels him. He writes his best lyrics while watching Moxy express her love for music with the fans

Moxy's favorite time to be with Mark is in the studio. She's created her own little cozy nook in his studio for herself to hang out and have a place to no so subtly watch him work

The Reaction

Haechan was the first to catch them together.

It was two weeks after there talk on the roof. Mark and Moxy were hanging out in his room when Haechan stormed in. Mark forgot their dinner plans and there was no way Haechan was missing out a free meal.

The maknae burst into the room, rant prepared in his head, only to freeze at the sight in front of him. Moxy and Mark were cuddled together on the olders bed. The pair launched away from each other when the door swung open

Haechan looked between the two of them for a long time before saying, "I don't care when this started or how it happened. What I do know is my time alone with either of you is sacred and I do not share." The new couple nodded but you could see the amusement in their eyes. "Now I have a reservation with one of you in a hour." He glared at Mark for forgetting, "So I expect one of you to be downstairs and ready to go in less than five minutes." And with that he stormed out. Mark following close behind (But not after kissing Moxy goodbye)

Because Haechan can't keep his mouth shut, the dreamies were informed at their next 7Dream sleepover a week later. Mark could barely walk in before he was bombarded with questions.

Jisung was kind of like Haechan where he was concerned over his place now that Mark and Moxy were dating. They both were like his second parents. And he didn't want to lose his time with either of them

Those worries went away when Mark planned a date on the same day Moxy made plans with Chenle and Jisung for their monthly Noona/Maknae time. Mark was the one to tell her to have fun, that they'd go out another time. But he did make the maknaes promise not to keep her out all night.

The hyungs of 127 found out months later.

Even though Haechan couldn't keep a secret from the Dreamies. NCT Dream and AG collectively promised to say nothing until Mark and Moxy were ready

The couple met up early in the practice room. 127 was scheduled to practice for the groups 2 Baddies comeback but the new couple hadn't see each other in while because of AG preparations. They got so caught up in each other they didn't even notice the door open.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Shouted Jungwoo. Shocked, the two rappers jumped away from each other. The hyungs all had different reactions. Some were shocked, some were unreadable but Jungwoo was gleeful.

"I knew something was going on when Moxy started coming to the 7th floor more. She hates our dorm."

"I don't hate your dorm. I just hate the messiness."

"But now you can look past it for your sweetie-pie." came Yuta's teasing retort that made all the hyungs make there way over to congratulated the couple.

Taeyong did sit them down to have a discussion on what they wanted to do in terms of the fans finding out. But really it was for Taeyong to tell them that it didn't matter what the company said, The members were behind them.

(Also you best believe Johnny, Doyoung and Kun came together to give Mark the big brother talk)

Both of their moms were probably the happiest of their children. They couldn't stop talking about how cute the two are together

While Mark and Moxy thought they were being slick, the fans are not stupid. They knew something was going on and a few eagle eyed nctzens made it their mission to figure it out

There's a couple of channels that analyze the interactions between the two members to solidify their ship but outside of that, most czennies believe the two just became friends.

After being together for a while longer the two revealed their relationship to the fans after AG's encore concert with a picture on Marks Instagam story of the two hugging then another of them kissing. Over the post he used the song First Song by 127

SM confirmed the relationship an hour later. MSquared was trending for 24 hours. While some fans were angry, The majority of nctzens were happy for them. The most validated were the msquared shippers who had been there since the beginning.

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[centralkvetchmonolith]

Further updates on today's occurrences:

I did NOT get my knives sharpened because* I'm a lazy dipshit who can't remember what times of day people function at, yippee!**

*I don't actually feel the following about myself; I'm just venting for funsies

**I'm cool I just have at least one sleep disorder and misremembered "1pm close" as "4pm close" for some reason, which is a normal mistake to make if you're unfamiliar with farmer's markets

Oh well! There is always next week. I DID go to the Jewish event, with @creatureaccess bc I haven't gotten to do much Jewy socializing with them, and we hung out with my friend Khesed and got some nice prints and earrings!!!

In addition to the planned socialization, I ran into 4 sets of people I wasn't expecting:

Kendrick and their roommate Dawn — they Recognized Me from services a couple years ago, but we didn't quite remember each other. I mention these folks mostly so that I remember their names, as I will probably see them in the future and it takes me several meetings to remember faces and names together w/o hints.

MJ! The (lay) cantor who is considering Hebrew College! She was like "oh jeez people keep saying that and I feel like everyone will be so disappointed if I decide not to go" which! oh no! I only mentioned it bc I just broke up w a Hebrew College student who mentioned seeing her at prospy week (which is not what they call it)! I think she feels bad about being put on a pedestal, bc she also remarked that introducing her to Mercury as "the most familiar voice at Shir Tikvah" was nice bc I wasn't doing the usual thing (of intentionally or unintentionally overpraising her, which I'm sure feels like "you're so BRAVE for Singing While Trans" in addition to the regular ol' anxiogenesis of high expectations & benevolent otherization). Anyway she was happy to see me again even though she almost certainly couldn't remember my name, and I was happy to see her cuz she wasn't at the one kabbalat shabbat I've gone to so far and that was one of the several reasons I didn't quite feel Home yet at Shir Tikvah.

Quotes-and-flowers prints lady, Della, complimented me on my constellation umbrella and we commiserated about Hebrew cursive being cool but not a thing people in our circles (myself included) can read. THEN HER MOM POPPED UP, AND IS ONE OF MY TORAH CANTILLATION CLASSMATES??!?!? So Moon is the first person from the 2024 adult b'mitzvah cohort that I got the pleasure of meeting in person :^>. She's a lesbian who bonded w other lesbian parents in 1995 — I asked her if she knew [Jaz's parents], and she didn't which idk is actually cooler cuz that means there were enough partnered lesbians making children in the mid-90s that they DIDN'T all know each other!?! Anyway, Moon is cool, and I'm glad I am soooo so brave to Talk While Trans have a distinctive voice so that she recognized me ^_^.

While talking to Candida, the vendor with the super cool lemon earrings that I got Mercury for their birthday, I DID make direct eye contact with a person who used to call me their wife ("Ohhhhh and I just saw my ex" "Haha isn't that just the experience at queer markets like this"). Mercury and I sidled over, talking abt their mom while waiting for an opening where I could talk to Tova (they are very popular, even as queer Jewish non-profit workers go), and Mercury squeezed my hand and made clear through, like, bestie telekinesis and a couple words that they were there for me. I was a bit awkward on the intro bc I broke up w Tova pretty suddenly in uhhhhh I wanna say Nov 2020? and they ghosted last time I tried to catch up in early 2022, so I was like "hi!!(?) are we on the sort of terms where it's okay if I talk to you?" and they were very like "(why wouldn't it be????) Yeah!! Hello!!" and we chatted for a bit and I DID ask if they had moved which they HAVEN'T so I can STOP forlornly looking at their living room window every time I go grocery shopping and just be chill neighbors who used to try to build a life together. Their Nana said "She's special to you. Hold on to her, even though you're not together anymore." I was there when their sister got married. Their brother-in-law painted me in fake blood while he was shirtless. Their parents welcomed me into the family. I spooned with them under the big flaming tree of their family's cult. We played tabletop roleplaying games together. and figure out how much we want to be in each other's lives.

Anyway yeah so I am reminded yet again that people love me and even people who have a reason to be Rude are probably instead going to be Cordial, which I think is generalizable to people who are not me as well (you, reader). Also Jaz came up in sets 2, 3, AND 4 above, so it's pretty clear that [insert transparently obvious takeaway that nevertheless evades me at the moment].

Being in community is Good, Actually.

[cerebrobullet]

Sharpe's Prey Daily Book Report:

sharpe escapes and lavisser calls him useless, lmao someone is mad

more sharpe crying. in the rain, even. hfhhfhf soft boy noooo ;n;

oh! that's "manslaughter it is" moment number 3! he's very feisty in this book isn't he.

aaaah and there's the lady of the week. aw i was having fun with there not being one for a bit lol. i suppose sharpe and her will commiserate on being widowed together, etc etc. anyway teresa still #bestwife, but grace gets an honorable mention for being so gentle and caring

sharpe crawling through the fireplace i.... that was... that was all so excessively described and i loved every minute of it. hhhhhhd and then just collapsing at the bottom and shivering calling for grace i'm?!!??? it's like cornwell can't survive writing a book without sharpe get some kind of horrifying physical injury and/or a panic attack. that is not a complaint.

:D :D :D Pat!!!!!!! this narrator doesn't do his voice justice like he does sharpe's, but still- yay pat!

lavisser talking about spies and betrayal and i'm just *looks directly into camera*

ah, this book is a bit more meandering than the others. seems like sharpe doesn't quite have a goal besides "hang around and see what's happening" for now. which is... fine, but i'm much more used to him having a more active part in affecting the situation around him, or at least having some kind of plan. like even stuck on the ship, there were specific places he was headed. this one he just kinda got roped into a Thing, Thing went bad and he's left puttering around denmark all "¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ guess i'll cry or murder someone"

but aw my heart melts every time it's mentioned sharpe plays with lil kids.

[plctwists]

for @96ymh two weeks after the incident 

victim. noun. a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action

in every fucking sense of the word, mina knows they all perceive her as a victim – of the goddamn inferno that robbed her of what little prevailing normalcy she had of her life, the one that had razed the closest thing she had to love to ashes. it’s all she sees when she catches a glimpse of the newspapers - ones that seina doesn’t manage to hide quickly enough, when she turns on her phone and looks at her endless barrage of unread messages that she refuses to acknowledge, when she meets the eyes of those whispering around her.

okay, to be accurate, sometimes, they call her a survivor. well, the cornier articles and the cheesy strangers with their damp eyes and commiserating gazes do. mina’s not sure which is worse; both terms drive her to nauseous spells, trigger her into frenzied binges of painting raging scarlet skies and sooty figures. (she never keeps any of them. it always ends the same way at the crack of dawn - mina stares at the artwork, mina goes berserk, mina shreds and tears and pulverizes the canvas to smithereens as if it could reorient the past. the ceaseless, merciless nightmares are bad enough, god knows she doesn’t need to hold any more souvenirs from the night.)

and that’s why she avoids yoo minhyuk; refuses to go into the library under some pretext no one dares to probe at. he is a sentient reminder of june 22nd - in his eyes, she sees the frantic pleas for an ambulance, the desperate tears that stripped her life-long facade to nothing but pure vulnerability and fear, the flames that licked at her skin and the fumes that smothered her lungs. he reminds her that the truth is etched in stone, and no matter how many divergent resolutions she paints, no matter what varying colours she uses, they cannot conceal the inscription. he is reality, and one that mina refuses to concede to.

it takes her 2 weeks before she gets the resolve to see him because god, even if the entire fucking world distempers her as a victim, she won’t give him the chance to. “minhyuk!” she greets, with an enthusiasm entirely unbefitting of their relationship, “how have you been? i remember we talked about wanting to paint together.”

light, breezy smile pulling on the corner of her lips. an innocuous invite or an implicit dare to confront her on her act. “i’d love to pick your brain for ideas, let me know when you’re up for it!”

[alwaysmychoices]

What's your HC for Ethan's personal time, away from MC? Like, do you see him going out with friends? On his own? Does he ever do things that doesn't involve her?

Other than MC, Ethan’s one true love is his work, so it’s not surprising that a lot of his personal time involves independent research on medicine. Judging by the amount of hours he logs at Edenbrook, you’d never know he had a hobby, but Ethan actually a very enthusiastic hobbyist.

In his free times, he’s learning new recipes, auditing cooking classes, and making strong ties at the farmers market so he always gets the best produce. He’s very passionate about the opera, and as a prominent donor, he has a standing reservation to attend a show whenever he can. He’s also increasingly becoming a wine connoisseur (read: wine snob) and desperately wants to take a week to drink his way through Napa with MC at his side. Ethan hates all the pompous galas and fundraisers, but he’s a significant donor to several philanthropic efforts through town, including a STEM education program making such studies more accessible to first-generation students like him.

Now, no one would dare call Ethan a social butterfly, but he’s not a complete hermit. Admittedly, it might take some prodding from MC, but he sees friends (and he makes more of an effort to do so when he decides he wants more than just an empty office to greet him every night). Casually, he maintains friendships with his favorite butchers, chefs, grocers, old classmates, and fellow dog park patrons. On a slightly deeper level, he meets up with Tobias and Bryce, but Ethan’s discomfort with their unique brand of chaos keeps those outings pre-planned and contained. Then, there’s Ethan’s true inner circle — MC, Naveen, Harper, and Alan. He has a standing coffee date with Naveen that morphed into weekly dinners once he settled down with MC, and Harper is a frequent participant. Despite initial unease, Harper becomes a member of their found family and is as welcome as anyone else. She and Ethan often get lunch together or commiserate at fundraising events. Alan is also a frequent visitor, with him coming to Boston and Ethan going to Rhode Island. Though not as close to MC’s old roommates as she is, Ethan considers them friends and has a particular attachment to Sienna as they both share a protective instinct toward MC. Their shared culinary interest mean that Sienna is frequently invited to join Ethan on his newest experiment.

Having MC around encouraged Ethan to get out there, but honestly, I don’t think he was nearly as much of a hermit as he pretends to be.

[pollyna]

It's '93 and over breakfast Sarah says I don't want kids and Tom almost chokes on his coffee. Okay? Not really a problem he smiles and I'm already helping out raising a kid, so he uhm, even if it was a problem you not wanting kids, I already have one? Her day is already much better than she expected.

Than it's '98 and Nadia works two jobs for her three kids and her ex husband doesn't pay the alimony. She is a waitress at the diner Sarah stops after work sometimes and she makes Sarah feelings funny things. Like please come home with me, I have enough space for all of you and you could quit one of your jobs. Tom won't be back for another three months and then they should meet in San Diego for Bradley's birtday and maybe-maybe by then she will have find the courage to ask her out. Because she isn't going to ask her to move in before a asking her for a date, right? Right.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Sarah can't go to San Diego because a big case falls in to her hand so suddenly she misses Tom coming back home and the phone call back the deployment two week after. He kisses her forhead and says write me more about Nadia, okay? and he's out there fighting against an enemy Sarah doesn't know and having long phone calls with Maverick and her, when she has the time to pick up. The whole thing, the case, takes away almost an entire year of her life and a morning, it's 2 am?, Sarah is tired, misses Nadia and instead of asking her out for a date she says come to live with me. You and the kids, my house is big and Tom is going to love you. Nadia says no the first time but yes the second and the third because she likes Sarah and maybe her life style is a little unorthodox but it's okay with Nadia. Sarah says, over the phone to Tom, Nadia is going to move in and Tom answers okay, maybe when I'm back I could take Bradley go meet her kids? Yes, yes Sarah would like that very much.

Tom's back with Maverick, Bradley and Slider in the middle of June and Ron laughs in her face because you're almost as bad as him. She can't say he isn't right. It's a strange summer, particularly when she has to get used to sleep with someone else's in her bed and the kids wake them up at six in the morning because Sarah psss, the blond man is making pancake, do you want some? Oh, if is not going to murder Tom and his navy internal clock by the end of the week they're going to make her a saint. It's strange but she loves every second of it: she loves the house full of voices, Nadia and her cardigan forgotten against every chair, the probono case she has to work on, and the weekends where they take all for kids to the beach. Pete kisses Tom one of the mornings Sarah is already up and then looks at her like he's waiting for something but the something comes from Bradley and his gross, aunt Sarah why my dads have to be this gross? In front of my cereal too the boy commiserates and Sarah can't stop smiling at him and ruffling his hair. Aunt Sarah. She likes the sound of that.

Autumn comes around and Tom is out in deployment again, Ron with him and Pete takes Bradley back in San Diego for school. She has parents-teachers meetings now and she hates and loves them all together because the kids are great but the other moms are terrible. Then it's practice, dance and piano lesson, Sarah that's splits it all with Nadia and, when 2000 is around the corner she finally finds the courage to ask her out. Nadia laughs, why not?

[webangchan]

✜ live feed ✜ felix x fem!reader 1.3k words kinks and warnings: sub!felix, dom!reader, camboy!felix, felix wearing a skirt, dirty talk, minor degradation, cum eating, masturbation.

Running across his profile a month ago had been an accident, believe it or not. 

Your sleepless nights had been catching up with you, and the threat of another eight hours tossing and turning in bed was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. But what could you do? You’d tried practically everything: taking over-the-counter sleep aids, drinking warm milk, cutting back on caffeine, meditating - none of it seemed to help.

With the clock on your nightstand announcing it was nearly two in the morning, you knew you had to do something, anything. Your phone was tucked away in the other room so that you couldn’t check it every five minutes  -- another attempt at sleeping better -- so you hastily grabbed your laptop from the floor next to your bed. With just a couple of keystrokes, you had a familiar article open. If the first ten methods hadn’t worked, maybe the eleventh would.

“Masturbate!”

You had laughed at the time, but whether from exhaustion or desperation, you clicked over to your favorite x-rated website. Not wanting to waste another thirty minutes clicking around to find the perfect video, your impatience got the best of you as you clicked the first appealing thumbnail you saw. 

That’s how you found SubbySunshine’s live feed and ended up sleeping well for the first time in weeks.

And that’s why you kept coming back.

You watch eagerly as the guy in front of the camera runs his hands over his bare thighs, digging his nails into the soft skin as he goes. As always, the webcam is angled so that you only see him from the neck down. He’s too shy, too “innocent” to let anyone know what he does in the late hours of the night, he’s said before. 

But the way his right hand squeezes his bulge through the fabric of the skirt he’s wearing makes you have your doubts. 

Apparently other viewers think so, too. Sunshine, as he refers to himself, giggles when someone donates a large amount of gold and he reads the accompanying message. “What do you mean you don’t think I’m innocent?” he asks, trailing his hand up his lithe body and dragging his cropped sweater up with it before ultimately tossing it off-frame. “You don’t think I’m some type of dirty slut, do you?” 

His voice is deep, deep enough to have you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You’ve watched enough videos by now to know that Sunshine likes to take his time before getting to the good part. It’s not in a bratty way; it just seems like he wants to give his viewers their money’s worth. 

But you’re getting antsy. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to skip getting coffee and breakfast a few mornings next week, you send through twenty dollars worth of gold. “Let’s see what’s under those clothes a little faster, Baby,” you type, hoping the tip and the message will get his attention.

With another laugh, Sunshine runs his finger back down his abs. “Thanks for the gold, Cutie,” he says, running his hand over his cock again. “You’re so demanding, huh? Bet you’d love to be here with me, have me on my knees telling me what to do.” 

He drags his skirt up a little more, revealing the red tip of his dick while the rest remains covered. You’ve seen it enough times to know how pretty it looks, how delicate his hands look when they wrap around him as he gets himself off for your pleasure. 

Not that you’d mind seeing it again. He’s already got you hot and bothered, and you want nothing more than to watch him make a mess on his stomach or the skirt. Hell, you don’t want it. You need it.

“Like what you see?” he asks, almost as if he can read your mind. “I’d love to show you more, if you’d like. You know how much I love being a good boy for you.”

You don’t hesitate to send through more gold. You’re certain other viewers do too, but you can’t say for sure. You’re too busy tugging down your shorts and spreading your legs, wanting to get off just as badly as Sunshine does.��

His breathing labors a bit as he pulls the skirt up even higher, letting it rest around his waistline. He grabs some lube from a nearby nightstand, and as soon as he wraps a hand around his dick, he lets out a soft, contented sigh. He lets his head fall back, putting his neck on full display while still hiding his identity, short of the blond tips of his hair.

“Feels so good,” he says, stroking his cock up and down. “But it’d feel even better if you were the one doing it for me, wouldn’t it? Knowing you, you’d probably tease me for hours before finally touching me. Look how hard I’d be, all for you. So good to me.”

More gold comes rushing as Sunshine fucks up into his fist. You send some more yourself, telling him to use his other hand to play with his nipples. You’re not sure if he sees the message or not, but he must; before you know it, his left hand is pinching his nipple, giving torturous tugs. 

His actions have you rubbing yourself through your underwear, your panties soaked from what’s playing out in front of you. He looks so pretty - skin flushed, thin body trying to stay composed as he chases his high. 

“Tell me what you’d -- fuck, please -- do with me if I were with you,” he says, obviously slowing down for a few seconds to stave off his orgasm. “Want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

A variety of comments come flooding in. “Would love to fuck that pretty mouth while you touch yourself.” “Bet that tight little asshole would feel good around my cock.” “Gonna come on your face and make you clean it up.”

They all give you ideas, but you have your own addition in mind. “Be a good boy for me and let me sit on your face while I play with your cock.”

As his pace quickens up again, Sunshine groans reading through the comments. “Yeah, use me. Just like that, like I’m your fucktoy,” he says. “Shit, ‘m gonna - gonna come all over myself, make a mess on this pretty skirt I just got. Fuck.”

You’re reaching your own high, and you’ve barely even gotten started. Between knowing your own body and listening to Sunshine get himself off, it’s easy to tip yourself over the edge. Your toes curl as the boy on screen spills onto his stomach and the skirt, letting out a whine in pleasure. 

Using two fingers, he scoops some up and brings it towards his mouth. Although you can’t see it, you just know the sight of him tasting his own cum is gorgeous, even if a bit depraved. You find yourself wondering how he tastes, wishing you were there to help him clean up.

As you clean yourself up, you can hear him telling his viewers that he needs to go now, wishing them a good night and sweet dreams. It seems genuine enough, and for a brief second, you wonder what he’s like outside of his livestreams. Is he really that sweet? That delicate? That submissive?

When you get back to your computer, ready to close it and call it a night, you notice a notification waiting for you. Figuring it must be someone from the live chat wanting to commiserate about having to get off to porn instead of having a partner to hook up with, you open it. What you’re expecting isn’t at all what you get, though.

“SubbySunshine wants to chat with you!”

[seijorhi]

Unprofessional

as promised, the MSBY manager AU 💕 

MSBY Black Jackals x female reader

TW non-con, smut, gang-bang, nsfw(ish)

You second guess yourself, now that the Captain’s right here in front of you, fidgeting in your seat like a little kid sent to the principal’s office.

In all fairness, you were the one to ask him to come in early, figuring that it’d be easier to say what you needed to before everyone else arrived, rather than having it eat away at you while you waited for practice to end.

Yet under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, you wonder whether you should have just let it slide. At least for a few more weeks. Taking a formal complaint to the higher ups was a step too far, and you hadn’t wanted to bother the coaches this close to the start of the season for something so… trivial. Meian seemed like the better choice. He’d listen to you and be able to help; you trust the Captain and you know the team does, too. If he told them to back off, they would, you’re almost positive. But now that he’s here, there’s this nagging feeling of-

A hand touches your shoulder, and you flinch at the sudden contact, jerking back to the present. 

“Hey,” he says, a slight frown marring his features. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me - don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

There’s nothing but concern in his eyes - no judgement, or irritation, and something inside of you eases just a fraction. This is Meian, right from the moment you signed onto the team - granted, only a few months ago - he’s done his utmost to make sure you’ve felt welcomed and part of the team.

You take a breath, offering him a small, tight smile. “I-it’s um, some of the guys- well a few, I guess…” your fingers twist in your lap, and Meian squeezes your shoulder lightly in response. 

“Miya hitting on you, right? Getting a little outta hand?” he surmises. 

And for a split second, you’re surprised. But really maybe you shouldn’t be. Miya’s the one who’s overt about it, drawling stupid, cheesy pickup lines whenever you walk in, slinging an arm around your side and dragging you close, all the winks and the innuendos about as subtle as a tank.

Of course Meian noticed, but that’s just how Atsumu is. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it because nobody but you seems to mind. And maybe, if that’s all that it was, you’d be able to grin and bear it, but it’s not. 

“Yes and… no.”

His brows draw together. “No?”

Taking another deep breath, you begin to tell him everything. Miya’s incessant flirting, all the hugs and touches that fell just the wrong side of what you considered professional. They’re a tactile team, with one notable exception, and you understand that, but the way Bokuto, Hinata and Miya feel comfortable just grabbing you and dragging you around, interrupting you in the middle of whatever task you’re doing to make you pay attention to them is a little alarming. 

And then there was the incident last week, when Inunaki had caught you smiling at your phone during their cooldown and called you on it, which drew the attention of the rest of the team - only to have Bokuto snatch it out of your hands and start reading through your messages. Of course, Meian was there for that, putting a stop to it only when the wing-spiker had started reading them aloud, much to your mortification.

But he hadn’t been there two afternoons later, when an old friend of yours had swung by to pick you up and you’d had to deal with half the team glaring daggers at him over your shoulder like a pack of overprotective mother hens.

Even Sakusa, who usually kept his nose out of the others’ nonsense, stood off to the side with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, glowering at your friend until you both disappeared from sight.

The texts that blew up your phone in the hours that followed crossed so many lines, it honestly scared you a little. 

Meian doesn’t say a word as you talk, the words flowing easier the more you tell him. It’s not that anything they’re doing is wrong per se. They’re not hurting you, and you think that aside from Miya, the team’s attitude is coming from a good place - some protective, irritating big brother kind of thing. 

There’s nothing wrong with it, except the fact that you don’t want any part of it. You’re a professional and this is a job - a new one, an important one. If you ever want anybody to take your dreams of coaching a pro team seriously you cannot have so much as a whisper of anything less than absolute professionalism. God forbid, if rumours start spreading that you were sleeping with somebody on the team you can pretty much kiss your dreams goodbye. 

At the end of it, Meian’s chin is resting on his fist, faint dissatisfaction pinching at his face, and for a moment, you’re worried that he’s about to chew you out for wasting his time - you know he’s stressed with the start of the season only days away - but he only sighs, leaning back in his seat and shaking his head.

“Thank you for telling me, I’ll talk to them.”

And it’s like this huge weight just falls off your shoulders and suddenly you can breathe easy. “Thanks, really,” you tell him, and the smile on your face is genuine this time.

“Anytime.”

—

You don’t know when he finds the time to pull them all aside, but the next morning when you walk into the gym and Bokuto catches sight of you, golden eyes widening in delight, he starts to bound towards you-

“Bokuto.”

-and stops mid-stride, face falling like a kicked puppy. His shoulders slump, glancing over his shoulder at the Captain, watching the both of you through narrowed eyes.

He doesn’t say another word to the wing-spiker, turning back around to continue his conversation with Adriah - something about tightening up their blocks before the game against the Adlers - and despite the fact you can see half the team’s attention drawn towards you both, none of them say a word either. 

It’s strange, compared to the last few weeks, it’s suddenly like you’re a ghost. They thank you when you pass them their towels and bottles, and for once Hinata sits still when you help him tape up his ankle, though his eyes still follow your every movement with unnerving focus.

They’re polite and respectful, but unless you’re directly addressing them or they need something, it’s like you don’t exist. 

Even Atsumu manages to keep his comments to himself when it comes time for the team to stretch out, though judging from the scowl on his face whenever he glances towards the Captain, he’s not particularly thrilled about it. 

There’s one more day before game day, and they’ve got bigger things to worry about, but for you it’s like you can suddenly breathe easy. You don’t have to tiptoe around your own discomfort, you can just do your job and help them. It’s not that you hate them, not even Atsumu - though he does grate on your nerves at times - you just can’t afford to let them fuck this up for you.

They’re your team, and you’ll help them and you’ll stand on the sidelines and cheer and support them until you’re red in the face. You’ll celebrate with them and commiserate if they lose, but there has to be a line. 

And maybe finally they’re realising that.

Meian sends you home while the others head off to the showers with a clap on your shoulder. “Go home. Today’s been long enough, and you need your rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

You don’t fight him on it, already feeling the exhaustion creeping through your body. 

But after months in this job, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to find that by the time you’ve had a quick catch-up with the coaches about tomorrow’s training, changed and gathered up your things, you find yourself falling into step with Sakusa, freshly showered and also on his way out. 

Dark eyes find yours, but he doesn’t say a word - at least until the two of you reach the big double doors at the gym’s entrance. “Do you need a lift home?”

It’s rare of him to offer, but you suppose that it’s later than you’d normally leave, the sun already disappearing beneath the horizon. Nevertheless, you shake your head, “No, it’s only a ten minute walk, I’ll be okay,” you say. And almost as an afterthought you smile and add, “Thank you, though.”

He regards you silently for a moment, but simply shrugs his shoulders, “Fine.”

Sakusa turns to leave, heading off to the carpark when a sudden thought strikes you, and before you can think better of it, you call out to him, “Your lineshots were incredible today, by the way. You played well. And please don’t forget we’ve got an early start tomorrow!”

It’s a pointless statement, on both counts. Sakusa doesn’t crave praise the way some of his teammates do, and you can imagine how little it means coming from you of all people. He’s also the most punctual, usually the first in, preferring to get stretched and warmed up before the rest of the team arrived. But the change in plans was kind of last minute and a reminder never hurts.

Sakusa pauses mid-stride, glancing back at you once more over his shoulder. “I know,” he says, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you swear there’s something different in his eyes as he stares back at you. Not angry per se, but… you can’t quite put a finger on it. It’s odd, you think, out of character for the usually aloof spiker. “Captain told us.”

—

It’s still dark when you arrive at the gym, and the lights are all off, not a soul in sight. That in itself doesn’t strike you as odd though, checking your phone you see that there’s still twenty or so minutes until you were all supposed to meet, but you would have thought that the coaches at least would’ve been here, or Sakusa maybe, if not Meian.

“Mornin’ princess,” a familiar voice drawls, and you jump a little at the sudden weight of his arm draping over your shoulders.

Atsumu’s smile is far too wide and upbeat considering it’s only a little after six in the morning. You’re used to a dead-stare, don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-had-caffeine Atsumu, and it’s almost startling enough to make you forget the arm he has around you.

Either that, or you’re just bewildered that he’s actually arrived early for once in his life.

“You’re awfully chipper,” you mutter, trying to shove his arm off of you as you walk in tandem towards the gym. It’s a pointless endeavour - he replaces it a moment later, tugging you closer. “And early. Do you normally do this the day before the season starts, or can we expect to see you bright and early every morning for training?”

The corner of his lip quirks into a lazy smirk, and Atsumu laughs, “Nah, I’m actually late. All the others are already here.”

You’re halfway through fishing for the keys when he just pushes the door open, and you falter. “Wait- they’re here already?” you glance inside, and the lights are all still off and there’s not a soul in sight, but- “I thought Meian said we were meeting at 6:30.”

There’s something in the way that his smirk widens that’s almost unsettling, but he’s already pushing you forward, flicking on the lights as you pass.

“Oh, he did.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, but it’s too early and you’re too tired to try and decipher Atsumu’s cryptic bullshit. He already has you on edge with how close he’s got you - you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nose. “Fine, whatever. Just- just put your stuff away, grab the others if they’re here and I’ll see you on the court in a few minutes.”

You try to shrug off his arm, but his grip only tightens, “Nope,” he says, firmly steering the both of you in the direction of the locker room.

“Miya,” you start, squeezing your eyes shut. You can already feel the beginnings of a headache taking root in your skull, but Atsumu just chuckles lightly, patting your shoulder. 

“Relax, wouldja? Jeeze, yer so tense!” 

With no other sound but the eerie echoing of your footsteps across the linoleum floors, his laugh is too loud, too grating. It sets you on edge, and you have to bite back a scowl of your own and remind yourself that you only have to put up with him a little longer - just until Meian gets here. Unperturbed by your silent irritation, Atsumu continues, “We know how hard you’ve been working lately. We came in early to say thank you, y’know, for everythin’ ya do for us.”

And for one split second, regret fills you, snuffing out the spark of irritation simmering through your veins. Here you are, seconds away from slapping the setter when he is - for the first time in his life - actually trying to do something nice for you. You sigh quietly, smoothing your expression over as he slows down and pulls you to a stop.

He lets you slide out from under his arm, your back to the locker room door, moving so that he’s standing directly in front of you. You open your mouth to speak, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but once again, Atsumu beats you to it. “Yer the best manager we’ve ever had.” He takes your hand in his, twining long fingers with yours and steps closer.

Too close.

“Atsu-”

“We really do care about you - love ya, even -  which is why it kinda felt like a kick in the balls when the Cap came and told us ya wanted some space. Said we were bein’ too ‘overbearing’ and ‘inappropriate’, just cause we want ya nice and close.” Dark eyes harden, “It hurt us, baby. You gotta realise that.”

The grip he has on your hand is painfully tight, but you don’t have a moment to focus on that. Not as Atsumu sweeps forward to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours. Hungry. Demanding. A tongue snaking between your lips, melding with your own.

His arm snakes behind you to open the door, and for a moment you’re stumbling backwards into the dark-

Only it’s not dark, not as the blinding fluorescent lights flicker on around you, and you’re not stumbling, not as you collide with a warm, muscular chest and strong arms find your middle to steady you. 

“You took too long,” Bokuto whines, and you’re yanked from Atsumu’s hold and spun, barely having a second to register the gleaming golden eyes before he’s dragging you into a needy kiss of his own.

Dizzy, lightheaded, your heart thumping erratically, you can’t think straight as his hot, wet mouth moves against yours. Greedy fingers grope and squeeze at your body - utterly frozen in shock, pliant under his touch. 

“Aw, quit yer whining, Bokkun,” the blonde growls as Bokuto finally pulls back enough to grant you a few precious gulps of air, gazing at you with a kind of love sick adoration that makes your stomach clench. 

A scoff sounds behind Bokuto, “A bit rich, coming from you, Miya. The two of you just are as bad as each other.”

It’s then that you realise the three of you aren’t alone. Wide eyed, on the edge of hyperventilating, you glance over your shoulder to find two pairs of eyes watching; russet eyes blown wide, enraptured, and swirling black depths, narrowed and glaring over at the blonde. 

Hinata and Sakusa.

It doesn’t feel real. Even with everything they’ve done so far, their possessive behaviour, their smothering affection - even the kisses, it feels like a fever dream. 

Even as Atsumu’s fingers are tugging your jacket off and Bokuto drags you forward, you can’t bring yourself to accept it, to properly fight back against it.

(Not that it would make a difference. They’re professional athletes, and there’s four of them against one of you.)

When your eyes fill with tears, Hinata’s there to brush them away, smiling down at you as he shrugs his own shirt off. “Don’t cry, angel. We’re gonna make you feel amazing, just wait!”

His words don’t fill you with ease. They can’t, not when he has that manic excitement bleeding through his expression - the same one you know he gets when he’s lost in the game, flying across the court like the laws of physics don’t apply to him. 

Hands are on you everywhere, teasing and exploring, too many to keep track of. Your clothes are pulled off, tossed aside and discarded without a second thought, and theirs follow suit. Fingers are tweaking your nipples and palming at your breasts, smoothing over the curve of your ass and trailing between your legs to play with your clit. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, ain’tcha? Our pretty girl, gonna be such a good little cockwhore for us.”

There’s lips against yours, at your neck, trailing down the column of your throat with a pleased hum. And between the kisses, you think that you’re crying, pleading for them to stop and let you go, but nobody listens as you’re manhandled onto one of the benches.

Your legs refuse to obey you, trembling as you try to kick out and wriggle away, only for rough hands to find your hips and drag you back. “C’mon, baby. Be good for us, you’ve already made us wait so long.”

Somebody smacks your ass and you jolt, crying out, only for a hand to soothe over the welt, another squeezing at your hip in a mockery of reassurance. “Don’t make us have to hurt ya, sweetheart.”

It’s easier, you think, to just close your eyes tight and pray that any second now, you’ll wake up in your bed to the blaring of your alarm. But the moment they flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as fingers dig into your thighs, warm breath ghosting across your sex, a low voice whispers in your ear, “Look at me.”

And you have no choice but to obey, forcing your eyes open to find Sakusa standing to your side, stroking his cock. It’s pretty, you distantly think, and you suppose that it suits him. Well groomed, long but not terribly thick with a slight curve, flushed pink at the tip and glistening with the pre-cum beading at his slit. His other hand comes to rest on your cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that feels out of place, considering the hunger burning in the black depths of his irises. 

He doesn’t say another word as he coaxes your mouth open and guides your head forward to take his cock into your mouth, but the low moan that escapes him as your lips wrap around his length makes you shiver. 

Sakusa isn’t gentle as he fucks your mouth, his thumb stroking your cheek as fresh tears well, but it’s hard to focus on that alone when Hinata’s face disappears between your legs, his tongue laving at your cunt, eager for a taste of you.

It doesn’t take long for the other two to join, and you’re manoeuvred between them, forced to sit on Bokuto’s lap, his thick cock stretching you out while Hinata sits between your legs, diligently slurping at your folds, sucking at your clit, one fist wrapped around his own length, lazily pumping it. Sakusa continues to use your mouth to get himself off, uttering backhanded praise between instructions, hissing in pleasure when he hits the back of your throat and you choke around him, while Atsumu has one hand playing with your tits, the other gripping yours, forcing you to jerk him off. 

It’s too much for your brain to take. 

Your sobs and whimpers, already muffled thanks to the cock in your mouth, are lost to the symphony of grunts and moans, lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin. There’s too many hands touching you, too much pain fused with unwanted pleasure, overwhelming you as heat and panic and terror build up inside of you, and it feels like there’s an inferno burning beneath your skin, and you can’t breathe and you just want it all to stop, you want to wake up, and-

Suddenly, the door to the locker room snaps open, and all five of you freeze in place as the Captain stops dead in his tracks and eyes the scene before him. 

There’s no possible way for Meian to misconstrue it, not with everything you told him. Not with your face flushed and teary, your eyes glazed over and all but broken from the sick, twisted debasement his teammates have subjected you to. You’re naked, your body littered in love-bites and bruises, spread out before him like a feast.

And still, your eyes meet his, silently pleading for him to say something and stop this.

Meian takes a single step forward and a muffled whine leaves your lips as the cock inside of you twitches insistently. Sakusa draws his hips back, pulling himself free from your mouth, and despite the burn in the back of your throat, you swallow and try to speak.

“Please.” It’s little more than a squeak, hoarse and choked, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. 

The Captain barely acknowledges that you’ve spoken at all, his attention fixated instead on your body; the way your pussy’s clenching around the base of Bokuto’s length, the tremor of your thighs under Hinata’s rough hands, the way your tits rise and fall with every quickened breath, your lips, swollen and beautifully fucked, glistening with spit before finally, those dark eyes meet yours once more.

And slowly, a grin breaks across his face. “You’d better hurry it up, the others aren’t too far off.”